Between the rocky hills, the ravines are vertical and horizontal, a mountain road with the word "Ya" winds down along the stream, extends to the east and west, and the red walls and white tiles, the towers and towers can be seen at the bottom of the lush valley, which are hidden in the shade of the trees.

Chen Chucai stood at the fork at the foot of the mountain, looking at the magnificent buildings on the east side of Luoling Valley.

In the southeast corner of Luoling Valley, there are thousands of Chen clan people living in it, including martial cultivators, swordsmen, and more ordinary people. They opened up farms and pastures, dredged river systems, built city walls and cities, and relied on Chenjiabao to occupy most of the entire basin.

The mountains and rivers fell in Chen Chucai's eyes, but they were extremely familiar, which came from the memory of the ugly cow.

The poor slave was born and grew up in Si since he was a child, and his footprints have never been far from the range of ten miles away from Chenjiabao.

The mountain road that extends to the west is endless, and the end disappears into the vast 100,000 mountains.

Chen Chucai knew that if he took a step to the west, no one would recognize the slave status of this body, and it could also be said that someone Chen got rid of the slave status in one step.

However, he had no memories or experiences in his head.

And the deceased young man, with a little cleverness, secretly read a few animal skin paper classics discarded by the young castle master Chen Lang, and accumulated some experience: in Luoling Valley, it is simply unrealistic for a slave without any identity credentials to escape from the master's house.

The arrest of the master's family, the arrest of the law enforcement forces, and the interrogation of various checkpoints are not something that a twelve or thirteen-year-old slave with a weak constitution can easily deal with. Moreover, with this weak body, it is impossible to get out of the vast 100,000 mountains.

Chen Chucai doesn't want to die, how can anyone who has died once be willing to die halfway again?

The more than 20 years in his previous life were like a comedy full of songs all the way, and in the finale, the bitter love scene of the sudden reversal of the plot made him wake up to the fact that he should cherish life more in this life of rebirth and never give up easily.

Although, when he returns to the familiar Chen Jiabao, he will suffer all kinds of abuse and humiliation again, but it is better than being sent to death in a muddy nightmare, as long as he is alive, Chen will be able to rise from hibernation one day and soar into the sky.

I remember that an ancient sage once said that the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and do what they do......

Or, this is my Chen Chucai, who was reborn in the world of high martial arts, and began an extraordinary cultivation journey!

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The drizzle has stopped, the morning glow has dyed the sky, and a brilliant rainbow has hung in the southeast sky. Chen Chucai stepped eastward, heard the roosters and dogs barking in the valley, and looked at the white tiles and red walls of the city, but suddenly a beam of shock surged in his heart.

It was the lingering anger of a deceased youth, the painful memory of being beaten and humiliated by the slaves, and the traumatic deaths—

At that moment, the night had just fallen, the lead clouds were overcast, and the largest basin among the 100,000 mountains, the Luoling Valley, had already fallen silent in extreme darkness.

Although there is a rich vein of dark tar in the west of the Luoling Valley, the oil stone is refined into a giant candle with an ox arm, giving people almost daylight and heat. But its price is also prohibitive for the common people living in the valley.

However, in the sprawling complex on the east side of the valley, a magnificent compound surrounded by high walls, is now brightly lit as if it were daylight.

Chen Shouye, the lord of Chenjiabao Castle, has left the valley to go to Fucheng for more than a month, how can Chen Lang, the lord of the young fort, let go of such a good time, of course, he wants to attract the evil of the big and small families in the valley, and he has a big banquet in the castle lord's mansion, and he eats and drinks the sea.

It is the time to show off, how can the second ancestor of the Chen family, who is accustomed to spending money, mind that little bit of oil and stone loss?

In the red-walled compound, there is a small but elegant garden, and a banquet hall stands in the center. Among them, a few sixteen or seventeen-year-old gentlemen, under the service of maids and slaves, operated exquisite tableware and enjoyed a sumptuous feast of animal meat.

A round-faced fat man cut off a piece of roast meat with a silver knife, threw it in his mouth and chewed it, and said vaguely: "Lang Dashao, I heard that the lord of the castle rewarded you with a spirit sword of immortal relics, and it can be refined into a melting flying sword? Take it out for the younger brothers to see, a sneak peek!"

Chen Lang - the only heir of the thirteenth generation of Chen Jiabao inheritance, known as Lang Da Shao, mixed number thirteen wolves.

The young castle lord had just turned fifteen years old, and he was born with a good skin, which was handsome and decent, and he was covered with a blue protective leather armor, and he stepped on the brute cowhide boots that the marchers were accustomed to wearing, and he did not look like a gentleman, but he had a bit of a warrior posture.

This kind of attire does not match the drunken environment of the family banquet, and it may not be comfortable and convenient to lift the spoon and push the lamp.

It is rumored in Tianxu Continent that there is a "fairy mountain" in the overseas netherworld, and you cloud: if you want to cultivate immortals, you must first enter the "martial arts".

With the talent of "fighting father", Chen Lang, the lord of the young castle, spent a huge amount of wealth enough to buy a mountain, replaced it with an elixir baptism, and finally became a second-order forging warrior.

Since then, this guy has never tired of it, and likes to show his samurai identity in all kinds of circumstances and in any way, so that in the eyes of these peers, he can see the adoration and envy that he longs to see the most.

The people sitting here are all from the big and small martial cultivation families and wealthy business families in Luoling Valley, but their status is much lower than that of Chen Jiabao, who has the greatest martial cultivation power in the valley...... Too much.

Therefore, no matter whether Chen Lang's cultivation is strong or not, they will work hard and carefully to please this second ancestor, even if he does not have the cultivation of a forging warrior, he is just a loser who can only roll on a woman's belly, they will also behave humbly enough.

Of course, the benefits and resources obtained by the people far outweigh the flattery.

Chen Lang shook the wine glass in his hand, trying his best to show the demeanor of a warrior, and spit out with his forehead raised: "This wine...... The old man is reluctant to drink more on weekdays, so Ben Shao secretly gave it to you to drink today. How...... Do you still want to see a little bit of the immortal spirit treasure?"

Then, he showed an unfathomable face, looked at the round-faced fat man and said, "Cao Sanfei, for an advanced warrior, weapons are like second lives, how can you let them observe casually?"

The round-faced fat man is the young master of the Cao family in Gudifang City, although the family is rich but not strong, so naturally he does not dare to refute. But there were several young people from Jiazhuang, Tan's family, and Hutougou, who still didn't think much of Chen Lang's words, and the two or three people sitting in the corner avoiding their eyes even pouted their lips disdainfully.

Don't say that the small Luoling Valley is the top 100 "Douzun" powerhouses in the Tianxu Continent, and the weapons used are all recorded in the "Artifact Spectrum" atlas, which also records in detail the origin and special ability of those fierce gods, and you can buy a rubbed copy of the "Artifact Spectrum" for ten silver coins in Caojiafang City.

On weekdays, these young men are very happy about the weapons held by the martial arts powerhouses, but at this moment, when they hear Lang Dashao say so much, they can't help but sneer in their hearts.

However, they knew in their hearts that they didn't really want to see any bullshit spirit sword, and Chen Lang's style was not really rejecting. What he needs...... It's just that everyone asks for more intense requests to further satisfy their vanity.

As a result, a few young people could only continue to beg bitterly as if they were acting: "Lang Dashao, we haven't even touched the threshold of 'martial arts', how can we understand the mystery of the fairy sword? Everyone just wants to open their eyes and dip their eyes into the aura of the sword by the way." ”

"Hmm......"

Chen Lang pretended to be very reluctant, and hesitated for a while before saying, "Okay, for the sake of many years of brothers, I will let you see it." ”

"Young Castle Lord, it's really atmospheric ......"

"Only when there are many waves can there be the demeanor of a big brother......"

A crowd of gentlemen shouted, and there was no lack of sycophancy and flattery in their words..........

"Don't you know how to read and see, do you need your master to beg you to run errands? ”

Chen Lang nodded triumphantly, suddenly turned his head and scolded angrily, raised his leg and took it out, directly flying a thin young man dressed as a servant behind him five or six meters away.

The young man got up from the ground, looked at the master and young master with a pair of eyes, and without saying a word, he turned his head and walked out of the hall.

The boy who was beaten for no reason was the personal servant of the young castle master, the ugly cow who had not yet died, a hard-working house slave who could not remember how many times he had been beaten and how many times his head had been broken.

Either he is numb, or his heart is trembling, the hard-working young man is by no means wise and foolish, but his wooden and calm eyes have become a thorn in the young master's side and the biggest factor in his unprovoked beating.

Although the castle owner's compound is very large, the hard slaves have lived here for ten years, except for some family forbidden places, the rest of the place is extremely familiar, and you can't go wrong with your eyes closed.

Soon, the young house slave hurried back to the banquet hall with a long sword with a delicate scabbard in his hand.

The poor young man had just stepped into the door of the banquet hall, and the round-faced fat man Cao Sanfei let out a wicked laugh and squeezed his eyes at a tall and thin young man near the door.

The tall and thin man also had a bad stomach, so why didn't he understand the meaning of his picky mouth? When the young slave passed by him, he smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, and stumbled over with his leg stretched out.

In order to avoid some reasons for being beaten, the ugly cow was in a hurry to send the sword to the young master, and he was walking fast under his feet, and he was completely defenseless against this time, and the whole person's feet were empty, and he fell forward with the trend.

Despite this, he still held the sword in his hand tightly, and the moment he fell to the ground, he raised his hands above his head to prevent the sword from being damaged, while his body slammed into the ground, falling and gnawing on the mud.

"Hee-hee!!"

"Hahaha......"

"Hey...... With such a noble status, how can Lang Dashao summon a waste servant?"

"The hall of the Chen family is as smooth as a mirror, why did this kid fall? Is this deliberately damaging the face of the lord of Shaobao......

The ridicule and instigation made Chen Lang, the proud young castle master, instantly swell into the color of pig liver.

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