In the early morning, before the sun rose, only a little dark red appeared in the far east of the earth, and the traces of the stars in the fish-bellied half of the sky had not yet disappeared in the sky.

It was a medium-high mountain, with a few yellowish, white patches on the mountain's emerald green armor. The surface of the mountain is uneven because the sun has not fully risen, and the mountain is surrounded by a grayish mist, giving it a mysterious feeling.

In the mountains, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy dressed in a linen shirt and wearing cloth shoes was walking through a dense pine forest, on a potholed path that people had stepped on. A few calves accompanied the boy.

The calves were quite disobedient, stopping from time to time to take two steps to chew the grass beside the road, and sometimes touching the buttocks of the accomplices in front of them with their horns and heads, as if to say: You guy, roll me to the back, Lao Tzu will go ahead! The ox in front was not to be outdone, kicked the hooves, and a 'peak duel' began from then on. At that point, the boy would shake his head, stop, pick up a branch from the side of the road, and throw it backwards without looking back. When the calves were about to start making moves, they found a branch falling from the sky, smashing the calf's head twice, and then they realized that they had fallen behind!

In a group, they came to their destination - a fertile meadow. When the calves saw this meadow, they instantly threw off the little master, rushed in, cocked their butts, wagged their tails, put their heads down, and grazed happily..

When the young man saw it, he sighed, his face revealed a maturity that did not fit his age, and his not handsome, even ordinary face set off a mysterious feeling, shook his head, and walked to the side. The day was already dawning, the sun was shining golden, and it hung up half of the sky, and the boy sat on a large bluestone, with his head on his hands, and raised his head and looked at the horizon: 'It has been ten years. It's been 10 years since I came here. But I didn't even see any immortal cultivators. Thief God, if you play with me!! do you want me to wear it back again? Don't read any damn time-traveling novels!。。。 At the end, the boy shuddered.

It turned out that this thing was the baby who was blown down the valley by the wind!!!!

That's the problem with this cheating world: crossing.

We would like to congratulate this children's shoes for successfully becoming a member of the team despised by the masses.

The boy shouted for a while, the anger in his chest gradually subsided, and he crossed his hands behind his back and lowered his head. It seems that I am tired and wants to return to my hometown in my dreams. He gradually lay down on the stone. There was a slight snoring, beautiful forests, green meadows, sturdy calves, sleeping teenagers, it seemed that everything was so beautiful.

However, in the far east of this place, in the starry sky. A rusty, dull-colored sword scurried through the void. The moment the boy entered the dream, it suddenly stopped moving. Slowly, turning in a different direction, the tip of the sword pointed at the huge floating planet to the west. The sword trembled rapidly, as if venting the pain in his heart. After a long time, he teleported forward several times the speed he had before... You wouldn't imagine how fast it can be several times faster. That was something that mortals and low-level immortal cultivators couldn't see at all!

The sword sped through the void and touched a thin barrier beyond the planet. It lingered above the barrier for a moment, and gradually dissolved into nothingness.

The boy was still asleep, and the corners of his mouth were raised, as if he had returned to his hometown. Dozens of miles outside the green mountains, the figure of the sword appeared from a crack in the sky, and there were a few more gaps on it, and it flew towards the boy at a much slower speed than before.

It's noon. The boy woke up from his dream, his body shook twice, and he sat up. His eyelids trembled, and his hands rubbed his eyes, as if he was not used to the fierce light.

He stood up and shook his clothes. Everything is so normal. But the sword that galloped in the sky was only a few dozen feet away from the young man! There was one more crack in the sword, and it seemed that the sword body quickly had a problem. The sword let out a clang, and the sword quickly shortened from a 5-foot long sword to a short 5 inches, gradually turning into an illusion, and a shadow shot downward.

The boy stood up, stretched, and took a step forward, as if to herd the cattle home. But as he was taking a step, he suddenly heard a loud sword roar, piercing through everything!'What happened?Is there that kind of immortal cultivator!!!wahahaha?' The young man just had this thought in his heart, and then he saw a small sword that seemed to be real and illusory, and quickly shot down from the air and inserted it into the Baihui acupoint above his head!!

The moment the small sword touched the top of the young man's head, it disappeared into the young man's body, turning into a blue-white air flow that flowed into the meridians in the young man's body.

The boy's left foot was still in mid-air, his arm dangling in front of him, and everything stayed at this moment. But under his motionless body, there was a huge change. Each meridian was hot and broken, glowing with silver and blue. On a small pool of water with a radius of 50 zhang, the soul of the young man was trembling and screaming

'Ouch, ah, ah, what a thing!!'

In the belly dantian of the young man, it is a different scene. A small cyan sword broke into a barren void, stopped, and split its body in two, one more illusory, and the other much more solid. The solidity stopped, and the illusory surged towards the young man's mind.

Mind. The young man's soul Guan Tuan curled up in a corner of the pond, trembling slightly. Suddenly, an illusory cyan sword appeared. In the trembling and begging for mercy of the light cluster, the small sword shot towards it, turning into a cyan sword-shaped brand on it.

The light instantly dimmed, and it seemed to have been greatly traumatized.

Outside.

The young man's body was comfortable, his center of gravity was unstable and he fell to the ground on his back. 'Ah,' said the young man, rubbing his head.

'Hey, something just happened. It's strange how you fell while walking. Is. Alas, I thought I had met a cultivator this time!' The young man muttered to himself and rubbed his head again, as if he couldn't figure out what was going on. So he took a few steps forward and drove home the cows that were basking in the sun and grazing in the grass.