At that time, Chang's family was surrounded by the army of Shanhaiguo, and he was woken up from his sleep by his mother, and after joining his father, his father only handed him the ugly and dilapidated incense burner. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although his father at that time had a solemn face, he didn't say much, only told himself that he was called Chang Feng from now on, and he was not the main lineage of the Chang family, and he also told himself to live well with this incense burner.

Other than that, there were no more superfluous words, and then he was taken away by a branch of the third uncle, and later he even saw one of himself beheaded by a sword.

At that time, he was only nine years old, although he had a good upbringing, but he was not lightly frightened in the face of that sudden bloody scene, and finally just carried the incense burner with many people from the Chang family, and even for a period of time he fell into a coma, and after waking up, he entered the tea garden and became an official slave.

When he first entered the tea garden, he was also extremely uncomfortable for a while, and even had the temper of a young master, but after being starved by the guards for two days, he understood what kind of environment he had arrived in after a few whips.

When the life of the official slave in the tea garden calmed down, and he grew two years old, Chang Feng also thought about the scene of the Chang family's suffering, and also had questions about the incense burner.

In that crisis, why did my father just give him that ugly and dilapidated incense burner?

You must know that the Chang family at that time was also a big family, and giving him an incense burner really puzzled Chang Feng.

He once secretly checked the incense burner, wondering if the incense burner had some huge secret, and even guessed with a child's mind whether there was a huge treasure map hidden in the incense burner or a key to enter some treasure secret realm, but the final result was nothing.

In the end, Chang Feng used it as an incense burner to worship his parents, and even guessed in his heart that his father probably meant this.

Give yourself an incense burner, let yourself remember them, do not forget the hatred, and wait until you grow up to avenge them.

Now it seems that this is not the case at all, the incense burner that my father left to him must have a great source, but now Chang Feng still does not know where the incense burner came from, what kind of treasure it is, and what specific function it has?

At this moment, the incense burner has turned into a golden tripod carved with mountains, rivers and clouds, and it has steadily fallen on the top of the octagonal pavilion, and the color has slowly faded under the gaze of the common wind, and it has returned to nature.

The head is bent, and the four-legged small tripod as the tip of the pavilion is a little discordant with the pavilion, but it does not affect the overall situation.

"Baby, the incense burner that my father left for himself is definitely an important treasure. Although he was only twelve years old, Chang Feng quickly made a judgment after some thought.

Since it was a treasure and the only treasure left by his father, Chang Feng naturally wanted to retrieve it, and he also had to figure out the many problems in the place.

After taking a few steps forward, Chang Feng climbed the steps and whispered to the young woman in the pavilion: "This sister, this sister ......"

His own incense burner is now a small ding, but the young woman in front of him is even more mysterious, especially in such a scene, Chang Feng does not dare to have any mistakes.

But after a few whispers, the young woman always lay quietly on the golden bamboo chaise longue and did not make any response.

Looking at the woman's pale face and the appearance of not breathing, Chang Feng asked himself, "Could it be that she is already dead?"

With this thought, Chang Feng walked cautiously towards the pavilion.

Stepping on the penultimate step, he could enter it after taking a step, but when Chang Feng tried to land, he was repelled by a rebounding force, so he couldn't do it at all.

"Is there an invisible prohibition?" Lifting one foot, Chang Feng reached out a palm and gently touched it forward.

Sure enough, halfway through his arm, Chang Feng hit a layer of rebounding force, making it impossible for his palm to enter the interior of the pavilion at all.

After a few tries, Chang Feng didn't insist and then retreated, turned his head to look at the cloud and mist curtain around the lake in the distance, and then looked at the octagonal pavilion, he frowned deeply.

No matter what mystery this secret realm has, no matter whether the beautiful woman is dead or alive, Chang Feng decided to find a way to get that little ding back.

Chang Feng looked left and right, then walked along the jade path to a red bamboo forest, picked a long bamboo pole, broke it from the root, and made a slender bamboo pole with three times and five divided by two.

"I don't believe it, I can't get it, what's mine is mine. ”

Standing on tiptoe, staring, and gritting his teeth, Chang Feng held a bamboo pole and stabbed it hard at Xiaoding.

"Bang. ”

The bamboo pole was accurately stabbed on Xiao Ding, but Xiao Ding did not move, as if it had grown on it, and what happened next shocked Chang Feng.

The moment the bamboo pole touched Xiaoding, the bamboo pole quickly shattered from the other end, turned into red pieces, and ran towards Chang Feng along the bamboo pole at a very fast speed, so frightened that Chang Feng hurriedly let go.

Chang Feng had just let go of his hand here, and the long red bamboo pole over there had already broken into pieces and fell to the ground, and then the red light disappeared in a flash.

In this case, Chang Feng didn't dare to try, he was sure that if he continued to hold the red bamboo pole just now, the broken bamboo pole would be his example.

"Stupid, I'm already a monk, and I'm already able to control things!"

The shattering of the bamboo pole attributed it to the evil place of the pavilion, but then he suddenly woke up, and he had already stepped into the realm of cultivating immortals, and he could not control things in the air with the help of tools like mortals.

Although the distance is a bit far, Chang Feng believes in himself.

Condensing the mana of the whole body, Chang Feng performed the technique of controlling things on the small ding, but no matter how he used it, the small ding on the pavilion was motionless, as if it had grown on it, and after a while, Chang Feng felt that his mana was exhausted.

"No, it won't work. ”

The mana consumption was huge, and the normal wind immediately stopped, and then he sat on the steps and ran the Dharma Sutra to regulate his breathing.

"Hey, the aura here is so strong. ”

I didn't feel it before, but after Chang Feng ran pranayama, he found that the aura in this space was rich and bizarre, and he felt that his mana had recovered a little by half with one breath, and his mana had completely recovered after only a dozen breaths.

You must know that it takes at least two or three hours to fully replenish the mana in his room, and now it is a dozen breaths to return to the same as before, how can such a speed not be shocking.

After thinking about it slightly, Chang Feng immediately sat cross-legged on the steps and began to meditate and cultivate, he wanted to make sure that this place had no special effect on cultivation.

A moment later, Chang Feng stopped cultivating, and his heart was already beating "thump".

He had only been cultivating for a moment just now, but it was more effective than his cultivation in the room for more than an hour, and the aura around him was too strong, and the effect of inhaling the aura in one breath was more effective than a dozen breaths in his room.

Although Chang Feng had just stepped into the Immortal Cultivation Realm, his realm was only the lowest level of Qi Refining, and he was the weakest early stage cultivator in terms of cultivation and strength, but the experience just now already made him know what he might have encountered.

With such an experience, Chang Feng suddenly stood up from the top of the steps, and no longer thought about how to take back the golden tripod of the mountains and rivers, and looked around, the scene of the sky falling apart did not stop at all, but the cloud and mist light curtain was obviously very solid, and the lake and this hill did not have any crisis for the time being.

Looking at the octagonal pavilion and the sleeping woman in the pavilion, as well as the mountains and rivers above the pavilion, Chang Feng suddenly thought of a sentence: "Chance, is this the chance that the immortal cultivation world often says." ”