Lingzhou City, one of the four major cities in the Central Plains, has a population of 10 million, the radius is not counted, it is surrounded by a city wall about 100 meters high, the city is full of flowers, people are freighting and doing business, and it is prosperous. Listen to the wind building, standing in the middle of this Lingzhou City, as the name suggests, on the high building, you can hear the wind. This was originally a place where literati and scholars gathered, who came here to chant poems, see the people's livelihood and suffering, and talk about the world's major affairs, but now, it is difficult for literati to come here. Because today's Tingfeng Tower not only represents a high-rise building, but also the name of a righteous and famous school. Listen to the wind - if the wind has words, and listen to the wind groaning. The city in the city built by the building, is now the famous sect of the Tingfeng Building, the Tingfeng Building was built five thousand years ago, a generation of grandmasters opened the school here, the Taoism is exquisite, the mystery is incomparable, after thousands of years of operation, thousands of disciples, the master is like a cloud, and it is very prosperous.

On this day, it was nearly dusk, and in front of the martial arts training ground in Tingfeng Pavilion, a group of children about ten years old were chasing and playing. "Haha, Mowgli, you can't outrun me. One of the older boys ran and shouted at the teenager who was chasing after him. "Brother Tianrui, if you have time to talk, let's concentrate on running faster, otherwise I will catch you in a while, and you will start to lay skin again. The young man behind rushed forward with an arrow, and the distance between the two was narrowed a little closer. "Hmph, I was caught by you before, it was your luck, but now it's different. As he spoke, the young man named Tianrui took two steps under his feet, and his speed suddenly became much faster, instantly throwing off the young man who was chasing after him for a distance. You chase me and hide, a group of teenagers are laughing and fighting, and they are very happy. Upstairs listening to the wind, the two of them watched the every move of several teenagers in the field, taking in all of this. One of the two had white sideburns, long hair fluttering, and stood with his hands in his hands, and his expression was not angry and arrogant. The other person was a beautiful young man who looked to be in his twenties, dressed in white and white, like a snow coat, with a long sword behind his back, which looked a little dusty. Looking at the children who were walking away downstairs, the white-clothed young man said, "Master, I see that this group of children has also reached the age of starting to practice. "This elder is the modern master of the Pavilion of Listening to the Wind, the righteous path is the giant Feng Lingtian, the Tao is high, the leader in the world, looking at the whole world, on martial arts cultivation, there are only a handful of people who can compare with it, this person is also the father of Feng Wuji and Feng Wuji. At this moment, there was no shelf for the master, Feng Lingtian looked down and spoke. "It's time to start teaching them the Tao. Their talents are not bad. "These juniors and disciples have their own merits, and when they grow up, they will definitely be the pillars of my faction. "Feng Wuwu has endless confidence in these children. Feng Lingtian looked at the teenagers who were far away, as if he thought of something, frowned, and sighed, "It's just that the good muscles and bones of Wuji are rare to see in a hundred years, but there is no trace of induction of pure yang true qi, all kinds of methods have been tried, but there is still no trace of effect, and later invited the people of the ghost path, only to know that among the three souls and seven spirits, it is a crippled heavenly soul." Feng Lingtian shook his head and continued, "The human soul is originally one, the soul opens the soul, and the body is in the palm of the body, it is a miracle that this remnant soul person can live like a normal person, and it is delusional to want to practice like others." Feng Lingtian turned his head and looked at Wuwu, with a hint of expectation in his expression, "What do you gain from going to Haotian this time?" "Uncle Qin agreed to our request, but recently, Uncle Qin and several other uncles were busy with the affairs of the palace, saying that they would come together in a few days to heal Wuji, and if they wanted to come in three or five days, they could give it a try, with Uncle Qin here, there was no problem." Carefree said with confidence. "The art of the ghost path is very dangerous, if you make a mistake, it will really be a catastrophe, and your soul will be destroyed. Feng Lingtian's brows furrowed even tighter, "If there are Haotian and Ziwei, the two Heavenly Emperors, there is a guarantee, even if the ghost path technique does not work, there will be no irreparable regrets." "Yes, if you can recall the soul of Mowgli that day, it is not too late to start practicing before the age of ten, and Mowgli is tenacious, although he was slapped by Tianrui in the play just now, although it will not hurt his muscles and bones, but it will also be very painful, he actually endured it without saying a word, put this tenacity on the cultivation, it will definitely be successful, if it is regret that it cannot be recalled," Feng Wuwu paused, and continued, "Under our protection, life will be safe." "It can only be like this, whether it is success or failure, it depends on the creation of Mowgli. Feng Lingtian looked at the group of teenagers by the pool in the distance, and sighed softly. Even one of the strongest people in the world has things that they can't change, and a strong force can do a lot of things and bring a lot of honor, but it doesn't mean omnipotent. "Go down, I'll be alone for a while. Feng Lingtian waved his hand and motioned for Wu Wu to go back. "Yes. With an arch of his hands, he turned away without worry. Feng Lingtian looked at Feng Wuji, who was playing with a bunch of children in the distance, as if he was comforting himself, and said to himself. "Maybe there will be an adventure. After dinner, Mowgli returned to the house and lay alone on the bed. "When I cultivate the Dao Method, I will also become a generation of heroes like my father and brother. Looking forward to the days to come, Wuji suddenly came to his senses and sat up from the bed. Just when Mowgli was looking forward to his future, a meteor outside the window crossed the sky, dragging a long tail. "Meteor. Wuji hurriedly got up, came to the window, looked at the falling stars that crossed the sky, folded his hands, and made a wish, "Meteor, meteor, I also want to practice hard, and in the future, like my father and brother, I can protect all those who want to protect." His eyes were closed, his head bowed in prayer, and his expression was quite reverent. As if hearing Wuji's heart, one of the meteor showers lit up, but this shining meteor was getting bigger and bigger, and it fell from the sky like this, with a raging fire, and attacked the listening wind tower. "Well, don't be so smart. Shicai was still happy, and for a moment he sweated in his heart, looking at the meteor in the sky, which was gradually falling, "If this hits my house, then my house will be finished." "The momentum of the meteor is absolutely unstoppable, the speed of falling from a height of 10,000 meters, the burning fire, no matter which one it is, can be regarded as a catastrophe. If it really falls down, no matter how many casualties there will be, at least more than half of the buildings will be destroyed in the entire Tingfeng Pavilion, Wuji is young and doesn't know the seriousness of the situation, but the thousand-year-old faction of the Tingfeng Pavilion, the hidden dragon and the Crouching Tiger, naturally will not let this serious situation happen. If it falls somewhere else, it is inevitable that there will be casualties, but this is Lingzhou City, and there is Tingfeng Tower. The righteous path giant sect has not fallen for thousands of years, and all the elders of the sect are cultivators who are close to immortals, even if the stars really fall, they must weigh whether they can really withstand the anger of so many gods. "Hmph!" A cold snort sounded in the Tingfeng Building, resounding throughout Lingzhou City, only to see a figure coming out of the sky from the building, flying towards the meteor rapidly, with long hair fluttering, wearing a cyan robe, standing in the air like an immortal, stranded on the trajectory of the meteor falling to the ground. This person is none other than the contemporary head of the Wind Pavilion, the wind is in charge. Looking at the meteor that was falling rapidly in front of him, burning with raging fire, and a diameter of 100 meters away, there was no fear, instead of a trace of disdain in Feng Lingtian's eyes. In front of this meteor, his body seemed so small, but no one would doubt the energy contained in this relatively thin body. "A sword, Lingyun, mountains and rivers, the vast world is up to me. "Feng Lingtian!!! the peak powerhouse of the righteous path, is an existence like a god. "Hmph!" Another cold snort came out of Feng Lingtian's mouth, and the Chiyang True Qi around his body was full of anger, without any fancy movements, and when the huge meteor was about to hit him, his right hand struck out with a palm and slapped on the meteor. A simple palm seems to have come out of nowhere, but the speed and strength are so fast, and how many people can see the vast true qi contained in it? With such a single palm, how many people in the whole world can catch it? How many people can hide it? Under this huge impact, Feng Lingtian's footsteps did not move for half a minute, and the meteor's rapid fall was actually stopped. "Boom, boom, boom!" Several explosions came from the air, and the huge meteorite was shattered by Feng Lingtian's palm, and the momentum as if it was going to destroy the world disappeared, and all the debris fell vertically to the ground. It just landed on an empty square with no one around. "That's right. Feng Lingtian looked at the meteorite fragments that fell to the ground and said, "Compared with Xuan Qingzi's falling stars, the difference is too far. Glancing at the stunned civilians and disciples behind him, Feng Lingtian waved his sleeves indifferently and flew back towards Tingfeng Tower. Everyone was shocked by Feng Lingtian's blow, like a god, shooting down the seemingly catastrophic meteor with one palm, as if in this world, there was nothing that Feng Lingtian couldn't do. It's just that no one noticed that after Feng Lingtian's blow, something flew past Feng Lingtian and flew straight towards Wuji's house. He didn't even notice it. After a while, he flew in front of the Mowgli House. The sound of "ding" metal hitting the ground made Mowgli wake up from Shicai's stunned. Wuji's face was full of excitement, the young man always had infinite admiration for heroes, and even more admiration for the dragons and phoenixes among those people, not to mention his father. "Oh, what's the sound? something fell to the ground?" Wuji walked out of the room and followed the dinging sound just now. It's not hard to find, because at the source of the sound, there is a glimmer of light. Just three meters in front of the window, a necklace is lying quietly on the ground, with a simple atmosphere, a strong sense of vicissitudes, I don't know what the material is, I don't know how many years have passed, just lying quietly. The necklace is intricately carved with a thumb-sized white gemstone, and is an absolute masterpiece if it were considered a work of art. "It's such a beautiful necklace, why was it thrown away. Wuji bent down, picked up the necklace that fell on the ground, wiped the dust off the necklace, and said. "Since no one wants it, then I'll keep it," looking at the necklace, Wuji said, "The gem in the middle is actually white, and I have never seen a white gem, it should be very valuable." So saying, he put the chain around his neck. From the pure white gem, there is a warm current, just attached to the chest, but it is indescribably comfortable. "And the temperature. Wuji touched the gem on the necklace, said, didn't think much about it, took the necklace, turned around and walked towards his room. Sitting back on the bed, still immersed in the invincible blow of Feng Lingtian just now, looking forward to the strength of his father one day in the future, there were bursts of warmth from the necklace on his chest, and gradually, sleepiness flooded, and he fell asleep like this. After Mowgli fell asleep, suddenly, the necklace on his chest from the sky and unknown source shone brightly, and a burst of strong light illuminated the entire room, no one saw it in the quiet night, and there was no trace of breath in the strong light, and naturally it did not attract the attention of those monks. Wuji also frowned at this burst of strong light, scratched his eyes, but did not wake up. After the strong light, an illusory figure appeared out of thin air, it was a man in white with long hair fluttering, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, free and uninhibited, looking at Feng Wuji in his sleep, with a trace of indescribable emotion in his expression. "The way of heaven does not exist, and the universe is repeated," a soft voice said from this person's mouth, "Enter the world and rebuild, please don't be evil!" said the man in white, and his finger lightly tapped on Feng Wuji's head. It was as if something had entered the sea of knowledge of Mowgli, filling the sea of knowledge that should have existed, but had always been empty. "Hmm" A ** sound came from Wuji's mouth, a feeling that had never been felt before, very comfortable, and made Wuji's sleeping face. After this finger, the man in white looked at the sleeping Wuji again, nodded slightly, and then the light dissipated.