Twelve years is just a doze for a strong man, but for a mortal, twelve years is enough for a child to grow into a teenager.

Boyang Jun's eldest son Jun Yang is also twelve years old, in the next few years, Bo Yang Jun's wife has given birth to a son and a daughter one after another, but the status is not as good as Jun Yang Gongzi, Bo Yang Jun has also tried to ask Zuo Meng to bless his other children, but it has not succeeded. During these years, Zuo Meng seemed to have really integrated into this society and became an ordinary scholar, and only a few people knew that he was extraordinary.

Great hidden in the city.

In these twelve years of changes, there has also been a little turmoil in Great Xia, as a thousand-year-old empire, it is very difficult to inherit it until now, and the solidified class has brought irreconcilable contradictions, which are destined to be detonated at a certain point.

Boyang Jun, as a powerful person who mixed up with the Jingshi, naturally knew the importance of knowledge and strength, so as early as when Junyang Gongzi was eight years old, he let his eldest son worship under Zuo Meng's name. After years of contact, Bo Yangjun has been convinced by Zuo Meng, if it weren't for Zuo Meng's reluctance to accept more disciples, he would have been eager to send the remaining two children over.

"Teacher. ”

After finishing the morning class, Junyang Gongzi knelt respectfully at the door and saluted, etiquette is something he has learned since he was a child, and he never dares to forget.

The powerful are never as depraved as ordinary people think, except for the part that has been given up, the real top elites live more tired than ordinary people, their efforts are beyond imagination, Junyang Gongzi as the eldest son of the prince, will inherit the title in the future, naturally it is impossible to let go of himself, from the beginning of the memory of Junyang Gongzi's course will be full. Father Bo Yangjun is extremely strict when treating his children, and a little slack and waiting may be a bamboo ruler.

"Is there anything you'd like to ask?"

Zuo Meng sat in the courtyard, with a pot of old tea brewed on the table.

Twelve years have passed, and his appearance has also become a little older, which is the particularity of Zuo Meng's withdrawal from this body, making him look less special.

"Teacher, what's the point of the tea ceremony?"

He can understand Wendao and martial arts, but the tea ceremony thing Twelve-year-old Junyang Gongzi really feels like a waste of time, this thing is very particular about soaking, and the technique is slow and leisurely, and it is a waste of time at first glance. Of course, these are the inner thoughts of Junyang Gongzi, if his father Boyang Jun is here, he will definitely not dare to ask, just learn honestly, but now that his father is not there, he will recover some of the ways that a teenager should be.

"What a point. ”

Zuo Meng took a sip of the teacup and put it down leisurely.

"Quench your thirst. ”

Junyang Gongzi, who was choked with this answer, almost didn't get angry, what is the meaning of this? Isn't he fragrant with boiled water!

"Haha!"

Zuo Meng smiled, he hadn't been so happy for a long time, just a simple joke could make his emotions fully mobilized.

I don't know when it started, the humanity in his body is getting weaker and weaker, and there is a feeling of treating all beings like ants, as time goes by, this feeling is still gradually strengthening, Zuo Meng knows that this is brought about after the world is promoted, and the more powerful the power, the more it will affect the deity. Now Zuo Meng vaguely understands why he was stealing the power of the origin world in the first place, but the origin creator did not appear, perhaps after reaching that level, the most basic emotions have been assimilated, and only the most fundamental reason is left to maintain the operation of the world.

Heaven is the most fair, this sentence is not to be said, because the law itself is ruthless, and it is destined to be affected if there is a ruthlessness.

"Teacher, can you teach me something useful? Father said that you are a learned sage. ”

Junyang Gongzi brought the topic back, the eldest son of the prince who grew up in a powerful family and received relevant education since he was a child, naturally he will not be a child who only knows how to say meaningless words, his purpose is very clear from the beginning.

"Sage? ”

In this world, a sage is just something he can order.

"And what do you want to learn?"

Zuo Meng looked at this disciple, before he was reincarnated, he had given a piece of luck, and the prince of Junyang, who grew up with this luck, was destined not to be an ordinary person. In the words of a god stick, this son is destined to be the person who should be robbed of this catastrophe, if he can jump out, he will be high in the sky and the sea in the future, and he will become an immortal ancestor.

"I want to be a bloodline warrior!"

The bloodline warrior inheritance created by Xia Huangnuo is no longer so easy to cultivate, after the human race rules the world, the fierce beasts are defeated, and in the thousands of years, ordinary fierce beasts are about to be killed by humans, and the remaining forbidden area overlords are not ordinary people can deal with.

"Bloodline warrior, you go to the last row of the bookshelf in the back and look for it, that's what is written on it. ”

Zuo Meng seemed to lose interest in an instant, this feeling was like the richest man telling a child on the street to allow him to make a wish, and the child thought about it for a long time and asked for a lollipop.

"Huh?"

Junyang Gongzi was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that his long-awaited bloodline warrior cultivation method would be obtained so easily.

"Thank you, teacher!"

Junyang Gongzi, who came back to his senses, kowtowed to Zuo Meng excitedly.

"Go ahead. ”

Zuo Meng entered the previous state of being an old man again, and slowly brewed tea alone, while Junyang Gongzi ran to the back study excitedly to find the cultivation method of the bloodline warrior.

It's a turn and months.

Junyang Gongzi, who had obtained the bloodline warrior cultivation method, worked harder, and after asking for the permission of the family's resources from his father Boyang Jun, he went crazy to cultivate, and finally became a bloodline warrior in the second month after obtaining the exercise. This era is not as good as the time when it was originally promised, with lack of resources and a lot of calamities, and a bloodline warrior who has been promoted in two months can definitely be regarded as a genius.

And during this time, there was also movement in the summer capital.

There are constantly princes and kings who have been transferred to Beijing, and high-level princes have been withdrawn, and with the tension of the situation, the life of the little prince who is responsible for smelting like Boyang Jun is becoming more and more sad. After being deprived of most of their rights, the family's life became tense, and even the doormen were cut a lot, leaving only some core ones.

"The princes and kings entered the realm, and the high-level rushed to the fiefdom, and the calamity in the sky became more and more intense. ”

Zuo Meng in the courtyard looked up at the sky, where there seemed to be an invisible net connecting the whole world, whether it was fate or law, all of them were entangled in this net, and it was still infiltrating. This net is the calamity of this world, and Zuo Meng, as the creator, can see it clearly. He can dispel the net, but it won't be long before it regenerates, and unless he destroys the world again and cleanses the world, the net will soon return. It's just that if you really destroy the world, it doesn't make sense, from Zuo Meng's point of view, the calamity is also a part of the world, and there is no need to treat it differently.

"The reincarnation is almost cultivated, and the rest only needs one person to make a wish to enter the underworld to operate normally. ”

"The Hengsha World under the Dream Realm is also going to start to find a way to develop. ”

Retracting his attention from the Tribulation, Zuo Meng's consciousness returned to his main body, and his gaze turned to a certain direction of the Chaotic Void.......