However, when the two camps of good and evil in the Shenzhou Continent and the eleven major immortal cultivation sects were fighting with each other, in an unknown valley in the south of the continent, a small dot that could hardly be found on the map of the Shenzhou Continent, there was a small village that gathered with surnames - Yangjia Village.

This kind of small villages and towns gathered with surnames as a link are the most common village organizations in mainland China, often the most cohesive and the most time and local characteristics, such as Wuzhen, Zhouzhuang, Zhangjiacun, Liujiatun, etc., are all villages and towns that are gathered and developed on the basis of surnames, and the residents of this place are all with the same surname or a single surname, so they all continue the tradition of using surnames as place names.

Yangjia Village is the name of the village of the small village in this valley, and it is also the name of the place, and all the residents here are surnamed Yang; the valley where Yangjia Village is located is surrounded by mountains on three sides, the mountains are densely forested, and all kinds of towering ancient trees do not know how many they are, and the main pole of the big ancient trees often requires three or five adults to hug each other; the small streams under the woods are interspersed, and the small water flows through the rocks continuously, converging into a big lake surrounded by three mountains at the entrance of the small village.

The lake is wide and spectacular, and the water is crystal clear, with fish occasionally frolicking freely and occasionally jumping out of the water. Standing at the mouth of the lake, you can overlook the mountains and the town under the mountain, the river flowing through the town under the mountain originates from this lake, this lake is also the living water source of the whole Yangjia Village, the villagers, livestock, and the water of the pastoral vegetable fields are all taken from this lake.

Along the small river that originates from the lake, there is a winding path that leads to the town below, which is the only mountain road necessary for the village to communicate and exchange daily life with the outside world. Occasionally, you will see one or two small pavilions of bamboo and wood structure next to the road, the design is extremely exquisite, the eight eaves are flying, a small wind chime is hung under the eight eaves, and occasionally a small pavilion hangs the wooden fish with the fish mouth facing upward, and will play different music under the blowing of the breeze, showing different artistic conceptions.

One of them, a pavilion half-overhung on the edge of the creek along the road, facing the road on one side and a huge wooden stake on the other, stands on the river in the air, on this quiet forest path, on one side is the sound of flowing water, and the air is interspersed with wind chimes from time to time, everything seems so detached and so natural.

There is a stone table in the pavilion, four stone benches, and a chessboard is carved on the stone table; at the end of the day, there are two old men playing chess on it, and an old man with a long beard wearing a purple robe and white hair is thinking hard about the chess game at this moment, but even when thinking about it, it gives people a sense of seriousness, not anger but might.

The other is dressed in a white robe, with white hair on his head casually draped over his shoulders, but it is not messy at all, although the beard is not as long as the old man in the purple robe, but it is also as white as the hair, and the face shows the same prestige as the old man in the purple robe opposite;

After a long time, the purple-robed old man suddenly raised his head and said to the white-robed old man: "Lao Yang, you are not kind, obviously I lost, but you didn't point it out yourself, it made me think about it for so long, you go home and cook by yourself tonight, I don't have your share there." ”

There seemed to be a hint of anger and reproach in his words, and after speaking, he threw the chess pieces in his hand into the chess box and pinned his head to the side.

"Hehe, I said Lao Yang, you have wronged me, I didn't even see it myself, if you hadn't said it just now, I would have taken a closer look, and I wouldn't have known that you had no children left!" The white-robed old man explained as if he had been greatly wronged.