The mainland of Kyushu, the cultivation realm in the seven countries and Kyushu, looks up to the dream of Kyushu, respects the floating life, so the name is Kyushu. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The vast land is vast, and the aura of heaven and earth is gathered here, and it has been created, and it has been derived to this day, and it is unparalleled in its prosperity, and it is known as the spiritual domain in history.

There are people who have passed down through the ages, and there are also those who have attained the Tao and become immortals, with boundless merits, and there are even those who have been immortal for thousands of years, and they have ascended to the Six Realms, but no one can see them.

The seven countries of Kyushu, the four sides of the territory are dominated by the east, supplemented by the west mountain, the south Chang is built, and the north is turbid.

There is only one country in the East, the country name is Jin, but it is known as the lord of the four realms in the Kyushu continent. Lift the world's strange people and wise men, the scenery is elegant and elegant, seven peaks and thirty-two forests, the vast of the Ding country, towering into the clouds, stretching for thousands of miles, not seeing the scattered place.

The West calls it the world of mortals, the spiritual power dissipates, the spiritual things are lacking, and the Moti cultivators, but there are no descendants of the family sect standing here, and most of them are the construction of the Demon Dao Demon Sect.

The north of Kyushu is the Jedi of the Yi tribe, and the world of cultivating immortals is collectively called the demon race, full of strange situations, mixed weather, many wilderness, many ice and snow, many barbarians, and many strange treasures.

The south of Kyushu is the head of the four realms of cultivating immortals, inaccessible, although it is not a barren and barbaric place, but it is also dangerous and dangerous, there are many ancient spirit beasts that haunt here, and it is also a place where immortal cultivators yearn for.

There are also pilgrims, greedy for the legend of immortality, and do not hesitate to spend their whole lives to obtain the way of immortality, and are often called Shengnan.

There are three kingdoms in the south, with the spirit as the respect, all things are born and restrained by each other, and the road is high, and the world is prosperous.

In the south of the spiritual realm, there is a family of immortal cultivators living here, just between the Phantom Immortal Sect and the Heavenly Dao Sect of the Immortal Sect in Shuzhong.

In this realm, the hidden immortal family is surnamed Nangong, and there are other cult sects, hidden families, hidden in the realm. For thousands of years, the various clans and clans in the realm have restrained each other, but it is also peaceful.

This Nangong family is a family of cultivating immortals, so far to continue for hundreds of years, according to legend, Nangong is a lineage, at the beginning is just a small sect, the main residence is Yunlian Mountain, the top of the mountain is cloudy and misty all year round, untouchable.

Looking at the sky, I only saw a few courtyards of the Nangong family, and even some "barren mountains and wild mountains" were mixed in it. Today, this clan has not only not declined, but it is flourishing with the sun and entrenched in one side, which is also a strange talk in the world.

Looking from the east, just looking at an old house, there is a river that does not see the head and the tail, across the front of the house, the old house is overgrown with weeds, but it looks dilapidated.

The house is simple and bright, the candle on the wooden table is bright and dim, the young man leans against the wall, but the wind in the night is also extremely cold, the young man's thin figure shivered, the quilt was hammered on his body, and his slightly squinted eyes carefully looked at the jade pendant in his hand.

As for why the young man stayed here, the reason why he was not surnamed Nangong, the world said that the young man's background is unknown, and he was a "godsend" who fell from the sky.

The "godsend" is the son of the gods, who carries the stars of suffering and calamity to the end of the world.

"With Qingcang as the cover, it is the emperor, and the sound stops listening to the wind, so I call you the emperor to listen to the wind, how about it?" Eight years ago, the baby in the swaddling child smiled cutely, as if he liked the name "Tingfeng" very much.

When Master Wan said this, he was vague, but in a hexagram of destiny, he actually said that this young man was the reincarnation of the golden boy.

What else did Master Wan say? The young man couldn't remember clearly, the only thing he had was the jade pendant on his body, which was round and warm to the touch, and the brilliance of the vicissitudes of life was undiminished.

On the front of the jade pendant is a Xiao character, and on the back is a strange picture, like an ancient scripture. His own background is strange, every time he asks Master Wan about this, his reply is ambiguous and flickering.

Emperor Tingfeng tugged on the pendant in his hand, thinking to himself, that old man must have not told me the truth, otherwise, how could I have the surname Emperor instead of the surname Xiao.

Eight years have passed, and the emperor has been in this world for several years, and he has also been humiliated in the Nangong family. He is not a personal disciple of the Nangong family, and he has no immortal fate, let alone whether he has any "immortal resources".

As for the legend of the golden boy, it has also become the ridicule of the disciples of all sects.

There was a burst of cranky thoughts in his head, which really made the tired Emperor Tingfeng fall asleep.

In the current time, Emperor Tingfeng gets up in the morning to practice, takes a lunch break to refine the pill, refines the instrument in the evening, and rests at night, and the life of three points and one line has almost become the biological clock of Emperor Tingfeng every day.

The practice day after day is mostly the same, it is nothing more than practice, refining weapons, Dan Dao and the like.

The way of cultivation, without remembering the prosperous past, is not only the way of immortals, but also the goodness of water, the realm is born from the heart, and all things are one.

The trip to the Dao, in addition to magic, law, and decision, also includes refining tools and alchemy, Master Wan let Emperor Tingfeng come into contact with these things earlier, and what he thought of must be helpful to Emperor Tingfeng himself in the future.

In the meantime, there are other special tasks in the refining room. Although these are not difficult things, putting it on a teenager of a few years old still tires people enough.

After all, Emperor Tingfeng was just a disciple with a foreign surname, and he couldn't be like those family disciples, except for practicing every day, they didn't have to do other things by themselves.

Those who don't work can't eat, and the emperor has never practiced any ancient spells, so he has to deal with three meals a day. Although Master Wan has to protect his life, he can't rely on others for food, clothing, housing and transportation!

Since he was sensible, the emperor has been self-reliant and has worked hard to support himself. Some time ago, he was taken by Master Wan to practice together.

At the age of the year, the teenager was a laborer who specialized in laundry, cooking, and carrying water in the Nangong family, and now he has changed to practice, alchemy, and refining. These things, as far as Emperor Tingfeng is concerned, are all the same, as long as you work hard to complete the goal every day. It's just that the latter is not at the same level as the first.

Heaven and earth shimmered like a star, and the emperor got up early in the morning when he heard the wind, and came to the training ground for the disciples of the family early to carry out the training of various cultivation paths. Subjected to the ridicule of some family disciples and the punishment of Master Nangong, it was not until noon that Emperor Tingfeng left the training ground.

In the middle of the day, he came to the alchemy room far away from the training ground, reciting the ingredients of refining the pill with the senior brothers, and watching the whole process of refining the pill with Master Wen and other alchemy brothers.

Approaching the afternoon, Emperor Tingfeng should come to the refining room to learn to make some tools or help refine swords or something.

Recently, most of the disciples in the family have been training, and they urgently need a batch of newly made low-level long swords, and the refining room will process and add a little until late every day, until it is almost dark, and the refining disciples will be allowed to go home to rest.

The secular world generally rests according to the sunrise and sunset, 24 hours is a day, the day is divided into day and night, each is counted as 12 hours, and the time of the immortal cultivator is calculated according to three times that of the secular world. That is to say, if a mortal has lived for three days, only one day has passed in the cultivation realm.

After several days of non-stop sword training, Emperor Tingfeng's thin body was already overloaded like a machine, so tired that as long as he had a gap, he could fall asleep.

Emperor Tingfeng was holding on to the mountain-high scrap iron area like a chair, and he was so tired that he was panting, sweating profusely like beads of sweat like beans dripping down one by one, and exhaled loudly: "I'm so tired! Why is it so hot today?"

Emperor Tingfeng is a person with a weak personality, he doesn't like words on weekdays, he has a weak temperament, quiet and introverted, but he is not arrogant and pretentious, but if he doesn't touch his bottom line, Emperor Tingfeng is too lazy to care.

The figures of the other disciples in the refining room were spinning in circles in front of Emperor Tingfeng's eyes, and when they were quiet, Emperor Tingfeng had a sense of being in the middle of the river, with an expression of "enjoyment", and his eyes were staring at those busy refining disciples in a daze.

Generally speaking, like these immortal cultivation families, except for a few special sons-in-law, there are also those cultivators, ordinary mortals who do miscellaneous labor in the family, they don't have a moment to rest, and their work and rest are all decided by the leader.

No, the emperor just stopped, stunned in place for dozens of seconds, and after the investigation of the head of the Nangong, he scolded loudly, glared at the frightened eyes and said: "Boy, what are you still stunned, hurry up and take out the sword for Lao Tzu, it will melt when it burns." ”

The person in charge of the refining room is a master of the Nangong family, who is as strong as an ox and has a sound like a cannon, and he trembles when he walks, especially the big eyes like cowbells.

Nine or eight out of ten of the refining disciples in the refining room were established by some disciples with foreign surnames. In addition to the disciples of the Nangong family, Master Nangong was very harsh on the disciples with foreign surnames in the refining room, and the tone of his words was also full of some unkind words.

A tall and thin disciple surnamed Nangong urged the emperor to listen to the wind, and complained to him: "Senior brother of the emperor, if you don't move quickly, we will accompany you until dark." His eyes were also very unfriendly and glared at him several times, and the other disciples with foreign surnames were simply too busy to take care of themselves, where did they dare to take care of other people's affairs.

When the disciples with foreign surnames heard that the emperor was scolded one after another, they didn't dare to make a sound, so they could only work harder with each other, hoping to complete the day's workload quickly and go home early to rest.

The head of Nangong in the refining room suddenly approached Emperor Tingfeng's side, scolded him loudly, pointed to his nose and said, "Are you stupid?"

The head of Nangong stretched out his hand and snatched the piece of iron that had been burned out of shape in Emperor Tingfeng's hand, and forcibly held back his anger and said: "Lao Tzu has already told you how many times, when the time comes, hurry up and take out the sword body, you see how many materials you have wasted recently." ”

The head of Nangong threw away the basically scrapped iron in his hand, endured his anger, but his eyes stared at Emperor Tingfeng as if he was about to breathe fire.

I don't know what Master Wan thinks, he actually sent such a young eight-year-old boy to his refining room, especially since this young man is still so stupid, whether it is refining weapons and refining iron or swords, he will mess up what you confessed.

"There is a saying: The father pays the debt of the son, and the father bears the sins of the son. ”

Even if one day, Emperor Tingfeng pierced the sky, and there was a Master Wan behind him to support him. The problem is that on his side, the scrapped materials have to be reported to the high-level every month, in case the waste is too much, not to mention that his position in charge cannot be kept, even a part of the spirit stones that the director of Nangong put in is not enough for him to compensate.