Occult Realm-

In the cave, a group of clansmen gathered together, and everyone revealed the color of joy, and such a night was the first time for everyone to be so quiet and peaceful.

Everyone gathered around and looked into the crowd, all wanting to see the baby who scared away the monster in the fog, everyone talked about it, it was not lively, and it was the old man Xuanying, the woman and the mother who were gathered in the middle. Patriarch Shangqing and Dongzi and others, only to see that the woman was holding a baby in her hands, the baby was surprisingly quiet in the swaddling clothes, the swaddling clothes were very simple, only a layer of coarse cloth linen clothes were used to wrap the baby layer by layer, it looked a little messy, seeing that the cloth had already dried a little bit of blood, the woman's eyes were full of melancholy, although she had a trace of panic, but she was careless, gently lifted the corner of the package, and saw that the baby was breathing evenly between sleeping, she was relieved, and looked at everyone: The child is fine, still alive.

The old man, Shangqing, and everyone on the side breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, and their faces were full of joy.

The mother examined the babies one by one, made sure that the child was fine, and rejoiced: it was a boy.

Patriarch Shangqing also came over to take a look, and said: Sanniang, you can also see if there are any relics left in this baby and swaddling clothes, or what are the things entrusted, why don't you take a look at his life experience.

The old man Xuan Ying also nodded and said: "Yes, this child can fall into my Xuan Realm and make the demons fearful, it must be from an extraordinary background."

After listening to the two of them, the woman pondered for a moment, with a hint of hesitation put the swaddling clothes on the table, opened it gently, and a thin baby walked into everyone's eyes, only to see that although the baby was thin, but kicked down his legs, the two little hands were like fists, clenched tightly, he did not open his eyes but continued to fall into a deep sleep, and on the child's neck was a brocade ribbon, the brocade belt was around the neck, around the chest, it felt very ordinary, I am afraid that her biological mother left it in him, everyone can only guess, and what makes people feel disappointed is that there is nothing in this package except for a short flute, which can not help but make everyone feel strange and disappointed, It seems that everything about this child is probably going to be a mystery after all.

After the woman took out the short flute, she saw that it was a bamboo flute, and the end of the bamboo flute was engraved with the word "Yin", which was extremely ordinary and had nothing special, so she handed it over to Shangqing for inspection.

After Shangqing took over, he checked for a while, and he didn't have a clue, turned to look at the old man and said: Master, do you see what's wrong with this thing, will the words on it be related to his life experience, and handed the bamboo flute to the old man.

The old man took this thing, first looked at it, and stared at the word "Yin" for a long time, under the exploration of the law, he did not find a trace of information, and then he looked at the child and said slowly: Strange, really strange, since it is his carry-on thing, others are free to use it, just let him be on his body, saying that he handed over the bamboo flute to the woman, and the woman's mother put away the bamboo flute, and the clan people have already found a thick cotton cloth to re-wrap the baby.

After handing over the baby to a woman beside her, the mother got up and said, "What is the name of this child, and I should give him a name."

Shangqing nodded, looked at the old man and said, "It's better for the mage to give him a name."

The old man looked at the two of them, pondered for a moment and said: Just now, when I was waiting to save him, a blue light rose, and then scared the demons away, so that the howling wind suddenly became harmonious, this is a sign of good luck, just call him Feng Shunzi, I hope he can bring a peaceful and peaceful day to my Xuan clan.

Wind... Shun... Son, the woman slowly read in her mouth: Well, it's a good name, but I pity this child, I don't know what kind of experience I have experienced, it is also your fate to fall into my Xuan Realm, you can rest assured, my mother will let you grow up safely.

Everyone praised and applauded when they heard this name, and Dongzi came forward and read: Feng Shunzi, Feng Shunzi, haha, I will be your Uncle Dongzi in the future.

Shangqing also said silently with a smile: The wind is smooth, the wind and rain are smooth, I hope you can bring good luck to my Xuan clan, eradicate the monsters in the Xuan Realm, and walk out of a bright future.

The clan mother, the mage and the patriarch, including everyone in the clan, felt that this son could scare off the demons, and that he was the nemesis of any monster, and he would be destined to be extraordinary in the future, but he didn't know that this baby with an unknown background had already planted hope in the hearts of the clansmen and given him a heavy responsibility.

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The sunset has passed the last light of Xu, sprinkled into the forest, showing a piece of golden, here the mountains rise and fall, occasionally there are green clouds and white mist fluttering, half covered and half hidden, like a fairyland, here is the most beautiful place in the Xuan world - the top of the mountain, here the valley is full of peaks, waterfalls and shuttles are like clouds, birds and beasts are endless, it is a peaceful and pure place.

A long note is soft and fluttering, swirling in the whole valley, deep into the distance, so that the top of the whole mountain in the beauty of the more gentle and calm, the melody of the song is beautiful and not sad, but a little passionate and makes people feel deeply happy, as if all life is more alive.

This song is being played by a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, the young man is dressed in gray cloth, looking ordinary and ordinary, although he is not an extraordinary appearance and a talent, but he is also fresh and handsome, gentle and elegant, and his delicate and immature face reveals a trace of simplicity.

At this time, he was sitting on a big tree, holding a horizontal flute, looking at the waterfall splashing behind him, the clouds and mist, was stunned, as if he was thinking about something, just a song was just born from his heart, played on a whim, the young man did not understand, why he was born to play this flute, since this bamboo flute accompanied himself to grow up, it is like his own shadow, never separated, long connected with his own fate, the clan has never taught, but it is born with self-understanding, and also talented, even the elders in the clan said that the future must be extraordinary, the Xuan world is the only one, because no one in the Xuan world will know this stunt, let alone talk about the music and rhythmFor them, living every day is a matter of the moment, and they can listen to the teenager play a song in their spare time, which is also to pass the comfort of the soul.

Just when the young man was stunned, a sudden scream arose in the distance, a group of birds took off into the air, and then a strong air came into the air, the young man's face was startled at first, and after seeing the familiar figure in the forest, his face was happy, this figure was very familiar to himself, with his own childhood, in the young man's heart will always be a trace of warmth.

A tall and mighty middle-aged man, with a simple and simple face, dressed in coarse gray clothes, carrying two sharp axes, holding a few pheasants in his hands, is jumping in the air, he crossed the air, where he passed, there seemed to be a trace of gangqi, all revealing the fierce force, when approaching the boy, he turned over and fell to the ground, splashed a burst of light ash, threw the hunted pheasant in his hand on the ground, and shouted to the young man on the tree with joy on his face: Shunzi, don't come down quickly to help.

The young man put away the bamboo flute in his hand, and jumped down in the air, his movements were stiff and he almost didn't stand firm, patted the light dust on his body, and stepped forward and said: Uncle Dongzi, why did you hunt so many pheasants today?

The middle-aged man who was called Uncle Dongzi smiled at the young man and said: "This, it's good luck today, these few just happened to be right."

The young man showed a wry smile and said: It's Uncle Dongzi, you are good.

The man was stunned for a moment, smiled innocently, and changed the topic: Shunzi, you see that the sun is about to go down, why don't you hurry down the mountain, so as not to worry the clansmen.

The young man nodded resolutely, looked back at the whole forest, there was still a trace of warm sun, gradually became dim, and the beauty of the strange show on the top of the mountain was gradually fading its brilliance, becoming witty, as if even the breeze had become a little cooler, making people's hearts become tense and restless, and sighing uncomfortably: The beauty of the world is about to be swallowed up by the night fog again.

When the middle-aged man saw that the young man was in a stupor again, he shouted: Junzi, what are you in a daze again.

The young man came back to his senses and didn't say anything, just said calmly: Let's go! Uncle Dongzi, as he spoke, he stepped up with the pheasant and strode down the mountain.

After seeing the young man leave, the middle-aged man scratched the back of his head with a puzzled face, shook his head and shouted: Stinky boy, don't wait for your Uncle Dongzi, see how I will clean you up when I go back, and hurriedly chase after him.

The two of them walked towards the mountain stream path, gradually moving away, and finally only two backs disappeared into this dense forest.

When the two of them are far away, the top of the mountain has restored its initial tranquility, but the tranquility at this moment has become a little weird, the waterfall that pours down, rises layers of mist, so that the peak mouth opposite the waterfall is hidden from time to time, this peak is located between the two peaks, and the waterfall across the other valleys is flowing down, the location is very dangerous to hide, just when the young two left not long, this peak mouth is covered by the mist, occasionally there is a golden light flashing, between the two peaks are pregnant with a soft breath, the softness is close to the heaven and earth, this strange phenomenon is not noticed, short and obvious, fleeting, as if it never happened, and as the light gradually dims, the top of the mountain will also usher in its suffocating quietWhen the fog hits, all that is good about it is horror and despair.