Mt. Lee pierces the blue clouds, which is an hourglass-shaped strange mountain.

It's dreamlike, but it's real.

On the top of the mountain, under the trees, in the stone house.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

At this time, there was a handsome young man standing in the room, with white teeth and red lips, and a cunning face.

In front of the young man was a inky black brush of extraordinary style, and with the slight movement of the young man's fingers, the brush fell lightly to the ground, drawing mysterious runes.

"Come here and get beaten!" a man with a serious expression and a stern look in his eyes suddenly appeared behind the young man, and reached out to grab the young man.

The man was stunned for a moment, withdrew his hand and looked up, just in time to see the smiling young man.

"Daddy, what do you think?" the boy asked with a smile.

"Not bad!" the man nodded, his face curtailed. I was about to praise it, but suddenly my complexion changed, and the sense of solidity under my feet suddenly disappeared, and the whole person was like falling from a high altitude, shuttling through the dirt.

"Rebel!"

The man scolded angrily, stroked with both hands, and stopped the fall. Under the man's control, he slowly flew upward.

The underground world is dark and damp, and the man happens to pass by an ant nest, and the dense ants in the nest make the man's back numb, and dense phobia is their biggest weakness.

The man's eyes rolled, and he saw another stroke on his hand, and the previous ant nest followed the man towards the surface.

"Calculate the time, it should be about the same!" Inside the house, the young man dropped the last stroke and withdrew from the house, his eyes showing excitement.

The stone house in front of me seems to be a little different from before. Just when everything was ready, the man returned to the house with the nest, and the man threw the nest out, but the boy was nowhere to be seen.

A trace of fear flashed in the young man's eyes, and with a slight wave of his hand, the stone wall in front of him quickly moved forward.

The boy waved his hand again, and the side wall split in half and pressed towards the man. Under the control of the teenager, five walls enclose the man and the ant nest in a small space.

"I'm your father!" the man roared.

The young man stood outside and said with a smile: "Dad, if you want to come out, send me to school!"

The man often talked to the boy about the various encounters he had when he was young, and the above school section was the most exciting.

I waited for a long time, but I couldn't hear any sound coming from the narrow space. The young man's face changed, and he waved his hand to retreat the wall, only to see the man standing in the center, looking at the young man with a wicked smile, but the ant nest was gone.

The young man's face changed again, and he wanted to close the wall again, but he heard the man say, "Good!"

The young man was stunned, he struggled to go to school for three whole years, but every time he mentioned it, the man's face changed greatly, and he beat himself up without saying a word.

The first thought in the young man's mind was that there was a trick in it, or rather, it was just a joke. Even so, the boy still did not close the wall.

The man walked out slowly and said in a low voice, "Restore this place to its original state, and then go to the study to see me." ”

The man with complicated eyes and the incredulous teenager looked at each other and left.

"Okay!" the young man almost shouted, only to see that the young man quickly pinched the seal with both hands and restored the arrangement in the room.

A gust of wind blew in through the east window, through the tips of the boy's hair, and then left through the west window.

The boy calmed down and strode towards the study. In the memory of the teenager, he spent ten years there.

Ten years, the layout of the study has never changed!

In the center of the study is a plaque engraved with the words Nalan Mansion.

This is a legacy of our ancestors!

The plaque is not only engraved with three words, but also the basis for the prosperity of the Nalan family. , in contrast to today's decay.

The boy's name is Nalan Xiaolan, and he is the seventeenth generation descendant of the Nalan family. The boy's father's name is Naland, and he is the sixteenth generation of descendants.

Thousands of years ago, since the founding of the Nalan family, there have been countless people who have sworn to follow, and the Nalan family at that time was known as the 'magic family', the strongest family in the world!

Successive generations of family owners have been carefully managed, and the Nalan family has become more and more powerful. It stands to reason that such a powerful family should not break up, but in fact this behemoth did not last long. Because of the inheritance of the head of the family, the powerful family is split from within.

This has attracted the attention of many families, and they are salivating for this pile of minced meat!

A war, and the last war of the Nalan clan, the once powerful family became a thing of the past......

And where Nalan Xiaolan is located, it is the former Nalan main vein!

The boy pushed open the study, obviously pushing open the door countless times, but this time he felt that the door was a little heavy.

Naland's face was a little haggard, looking at the young man in front of him, Nalande handed over a thick envelope and said: "Remember, our Nalan family has a feud with many families, although they don't have to worry about it now, but the final behind-the-scenes of the year has not been discovered!"

The boy nodded lightly and took the envelope.

"I've imprisoned you for thirteen years, and now, you're free. It has personal information that you use outside. The man waved his hand slightly, and there was an enchantment outside the house, which disappeared silently.

For as long as Nalan Xiaolan can remember, this barrier has become his gateway to freedom. And now, it is so easy to open.

"Let's go. Nalander turned around, his hands behind his back, and no longer looking at his son.

Nalan Xiaolan clenched the envelope, hummed softly, and strode away.

"Perhaps, leaving such a back, my father will not be sad. Nalan Xiaolan thought so.

Feeling his son leave the range of the enchantment, Naland slowly turned around, but his face was full of smiles.

"Finally delivered the task of revitalizing Nalan, hahaha!"

The words of excitement reveal unspeakable loneliness.

Since the founding of the Nalan family, there are many children and grandchildren, and today's father and son are in contrast again.

At this moment, the boy began his own, irreproducible, legendary life.

Since ancient times, countless strange people with strange bloodlines have been born, and most of these strange people have chosen to form a clan and continue to inherit their bloodlines.

The Nalan family is one of them, and every Nalan person with Nalan blood has a strong talent for magic. However, just the magic is not enough to give birth to this behemoth, what really makes them powerful is the Nalan pen that complements the magic!

Heaven and earth contain good energy, and the Nalan family absorbs these good qi through the Nalan pen, and the qi is full of pen. In those days, only when Nalan was cultivated could he dare to call himself Nalan.

And the Nalan pen is known as the pen out of the law, with a pen to write the laws of the world!

The color of the pen is graded, with a total of nine colors: black, white, red, blue, green, purple, yellow, silver, gold, this is the nine colors of Nalan!