The Ling family, one of the three giants of the Kunlun Ruin Qi Refining Force, is also the most orthodox Dao Sect Qi Refining Clan!

Its ancestor Ling Qingping 10,000 years ago, when the aura of heaven and earth withered, he was able to use the most basic golden light spell of Taoism to summon the elite of the first vein of qi refining, gather the power of gossip rotation, and forcibly open the outer seal of the Kunlun underground palace, and release the spiritual veins that had been suppressed by the underground palace for a long time.

Although that battle reopened the door of cultivation in this world, it also wiped out all the high-end combat power of the entire Qi Refiner, and the most powerful Ling Qingping only escaped from the Kunlun Mountain Range, and then collapsed into a sky of golden light at his own doorstep!

Now the Ling family can no longer reproduce the grand occasion under the leadership of the ancestor Ling Qingping, but the Ling family has a special status in both the Qi refining vein and the current Terran Alliance.

Unlike other families, the Ling family has no side relatives, because the population of the Ling family has never been vigorous!

In this generation, there is only one family head left, and there are only four people in the younger generation, although most of them have made extraordinary achievements, but it is inevitable that people will sigh at the decline of the Ling family......

"Zhi'er, I have brought all the scriptures collected at home! I heard that Ziqian has recently started to study arithmetic again?" A young man in brocade staggered up a white jade staircase with a large stack of scriptures taller than his head.

On the white jade steps is a red vermilion lacquer gate with ancient rhyme, there is a huge golden silk nanmu plaque directly above the gate, the two gilded characters of "Lingfu" are written on it, relative to the magnificent gate, these two words are unremarkable, except for the neat stroke of the stroke, there seems to be nothing worthy of praise.

At this time, the vermilion lacquer door is ajar, through the crack of the door, you can vaguely see the pavilions and pavilions in the house, the small bridge and the flowing water wander between the mist, the Ling Mansion is set off like the heavenly palace, and the mist rolls between the depictions of a picture of the gods and immortals who are at ease.

"Brother Zimo, my sister is not at home, she should go to my third brother's. With the sound of "crunch" opening the door, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old little monk crossed the threshold and stood in front of the young man in brocade, yes, monk, a little monk with clear eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and a hint of cunning in the corners of his eyes.

This little monk in gray monk robes is the eldest of the four sons of the Ling family - Ling Zhe, as a descendant of a great family, Ling Zhe has no ordinary people to run around for life.

And as the elder, playing small is the most favored one, and the superior living conditions and comfortable living environment make the teenager look particularly rebellious!

When he was eight years old, the orthodox abandonment of Taoism and Buddhism was also a stir in the cultivation world, and Ling Haoyang, the head of the Ling family, was almost killed in righteousness.

"When did Xiao Zhe come home, aren't you afraid that Uncle Ling will beat you?" After handing over the scriptures to the Ling family, the young man in brocade greeted the little monk with a smile, the young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the instrument was lofty, and his figure was slightly thin, but he looked even more heroic, the young man's name was Li Zimo, and he was the eldest son of the Li family, who was the leader of the Li family!

"Hehe, isn't this the Kunlun martial arts show once every ten years about to start, I'll sneak back in advance to join in the fun" Seeing the little monk's eyebrows and eyes, he didn't look like a serious Buddhist monk at all.

"Let's go, let's go, then let's go to Ziqian's too" Li Zimo shook his head helplessly, and led the little monk out of Lingfu, the strange thing is that the two did not stay in the city, but went straight out of the city gate, and drove the spiritual car directly to the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

As a means of transportation based on spiritual science and technology and developed with the monk's spirit boat as a template, the speed of the spiritual vehicle is faster than that of ordinary spirit beasts, and it is tireless, and it is the first choice for monks who have not yet learned to fly with a sword and human beings in the New World.

Since the revival of the spiritual vein, Kunlun Mountain has become synonymous with mystery, every day into the mountain to explore the treasure of the people in an endless stream, but basically all of them have no harvest, this mountain range, especially the location of the Kunlun underground palace is guarded by the Kunlun ruins, in this case to hunt for treasure, even if you find a piece of high-quality spirit stone, you can be regarded as a big luck, pick up the treasure!

The two of them got out of the car and entered the mountains in a relatively remote place, and the path they chose was a bit rough compared to the usual path taken by the treasure hunters, the dense woods were full of gravel and some unknown thorny vines, and only a trampled gravel path that could be seen faintly in the weeds showed that there were frequent people in and out of the place.

"It's finally here, every time I come to the third brother, it's so troublesome, I really want to condense the relics as soon as possible to fly the imperial object, and then I must fly around Kunlun Mountain nine hundred times!!"

In the little monk's complaint, the two came to a small valley with rare human population, the moment they stepped into the valley, there was a magical feeling of nature reviving at this moment, at this moment, it seemed that the air became fresher, the sun became more bright, and even the mood was cheerful and optimistic for no reason, as if all bad things had left themselves!

This is a valley surrounded by low mountains on three sides, only one entrance to the south remains, the entrance is not large, only two people can walk side by side, at the entrance stands a one-man high stone tablet, two lines of small characters are engraved on both sides of the stone tablet - the sergeant has no dispute, the virtue is not moral!

Look at this word elegant and smart, between the pen strokes, the font seems to be going to turn into a fairy at any time, the word view of the god is like a view of people, the person who carved the word will be their own spirit and spirit are integrated into this word, although they do not see their people, but just look at this eight characters, an ethereal like a fairy, all changes are not surprised, the image of the immortal who frolicks between the mountains and rivers is spontaneously born in the heart!

"Hell, why hasn't the third brother thrown this broken stone yet" When Li Zimo was sighing at the mystery of this calligraphy, he saw the little monk's small body twisting in front of the stone tablet, as if he was trying his best to hide something.

Take a closer look, but see that the four big characters in the Ling family courtyard are crookedly engraved in the middle of the stele, these four characters have different shades of strokes, like earthworms climbing on the stele, and the words on both sides of the stele were taken away from their minds before, if it weren't for the little monk's interruption, ordinary people would never notice that there are such ridiculous four words in the middle of the stele!

"Hehe, good words, really good words!" After all, it is the heart of a teenager, Li Zimo deliberately dragged out his tone, although he was facing the stone tablet, but his eyes drifted to the little monk, until the head of this lawless little monk on weekdays was red like a boiled egg, and then he laughed and walked around the stone tablet and walked towards the valley.

"No matter how many times you come, you will still sigh at the mystery of nature" As soon as you enter the valley, you will first hear the ethereal birdsong and the trickling sound of flowing water surrounding the valley, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of potpourri, fresh and elegant but not pungent, which makes people feel refreshed.

Take a closer look, there is a clear spring on the low mountain on three sides, all kinds of spirit fish swim inside, the fish lip swallows and spit up a little ripple, the spring water is like three silver dragons meandering down the low mountain, there is no majestic waterfall, but the spring water swims, moistens the scenery along the way, evokes the spring of a hundred flowers, and then in the warm spring breeze, melts into the turquoise lake at the bottom of the valley!

The large lake at the bottom of the valley occupies about one-third of the valley's space, and the willows carried by the lake are dancing in the wind, the long branches draw graceful curves on the surface of the lake, and several white cranes are elegantly spreading their wings and singing on the edge of the lake.

There is a small island in the middle of the lake, there are mountains and rivers on the island, the mountain is in the shape of a half-moon and encircles a round flat land, there are three exquisite wooden houses on the flat ground, surrounded by a faint spiritual mist, as if it is a fairy mansion as fascinating!

When the two came to the lake, they saw that the water was sparkling, and they looked far away, except for a minimalist wooden boat on the island in the middle of the lake, there was no other tool to cross the lake!

The two looked at each other and smiled, but saw the little monk wave his hand, a dead branch shot out, the little monk took a step, his body had risen into the air like a wild goose, and then his toes were light, and he landed steadily on the dead branch!

"Amitabha, the little monk takes the first step!" The little monk put his hands together, and the withered branches were like a powerful motor, carrying the little monk away through the waves!

Seeing this, Li Zimo took a deep breath, and then jumped up gently, tapping the lake surface with his toes like an immortal stepping on the waves, leaving ripples behind him, although it was a late start, but Li Zimo quickly caught up with the little monk who crossed the river, and the two went straight to the island in the middle of the lake shoulder to shoulder!

When the golden pill is condensed, the monk can perform all kinds of incredible means that ordinary people can not imagine, and truly enter the path of cultivation.

But it is difficult to cultivate, it is even more difficult to condense the golden pill, cultivate the twelve realms, the golden pill ranks in the sixth realm, to cultivate the golden pill, you must not only have a large number of resources, but also have a very high cultivation talent, in order to be able to see the mind before the time comes, condense the essence, qi, and spirit into a golden pill, and then be reborn, adding five hundred yang longevity!

At this time, Li Zimo had reached the fifth realm of cultivation - Bigu, and he was only one step away from entering the gate of the Great Dao, and although Ling Zhe was young, he had also reached the fourth realm - Pure Heart, which was equivalent to a monk in the heartbeat period of the Daomen, only one step short of Li Zimo!

In a blink of an eye, the two of them have arrived at the edge of the island, the island has been laid out with a gathering spirit formation, the mist formed by the rich aura of heaven and earth is also mixed with a faint fragrance of sandalwood, and when you go ashore, it turns out that the three wooden houses on the island are built of rosewood, which is yellow-brown in the sun, and the sandalwood is light, which makes people feel refreshed!

"There are guests here, come and talk about it" The two had just come ashore and saw a small pavilion in front of the house from a distance, in which a man and a woman were sitting on the ground and playing a game.

"Brother Zimo, why are you here" Seeing the two coming, the girl's eyes lit up and she was thinking about how to break the game, and she turned together, as if she was surprised by the arrival of the two, but her sleeves inadvertently swept gently across the chessboard and caused the sound of chess pieces colliding, which made the man opposite let out a helpless sigh.

The girl is in her teenage years, some baby fat, a light and elegant moon skirt swaying in the wind, in the thin mist, if there is a fine piece of the essence of the moon attached to it, with the girl's movement and showing a halo of brilliance, so that the girl is like a fairy who has fallen into the dust!