Qingzhou, one of the three states under the jurisdiction of the Song State, the other two states are Dezhou and Mingzhou. There is the state of Zhao in the south and the state of Wei in the north.

There are nine counties in the three states of the Song Kingdom, and each state has three counties.

The three counties of Qingzhou are Fengyang County, Fengming County, and Fengxiang County. At this time, it was in Fengyang City, the main city of Fengyang County.

The group walked slowly from the main road of Fengyang City, perhaps because of the early morning, the pedestrians on the street seemed scarce. But when they saw the man at the head, they all saluted him with a panicked look. Obviously, this person is a very personal existence.

At the head of the group is a man dressed brightly, about fifty years old, on the left side of him is a noblewoman with a somewhat bloated body, with the beautiful traces of his youth on his face, and on his right is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy with a slightly arrogant demeanor, dressed in a beautiful robe, with a high-quality Hetian jade tied around his waist, and the word 'life' engraved on it.

Behind them was a young man in a green shirt, who looked ordinary as if he could find a lot of them wherever he put them, but his expression was extremely calm, revealing a calmness that did not match his age, especially those eyes, like a puddle of deep water, rippling a ripple at all. With the package on his shoulder, he slowly followed behind the three of them.

By the time the four of them reached the gate of the city, there was already a beautiful carriage waiting there.

The beautifully dressed young man looked up at the carriage not far away, slowly exhaled a breath, turned to the second elder who came with him and said, "Father, mother, please rest assured, this time the child will definitely shine on the lintel of the Feng's house, enter the fairy gate, and win that line of immortal fate." ”

The middle-aged man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Life, this time the immortal master of the Mingyang Sect has taken a fancy to you, let you go, this matter is not trivial, you must not be careless, remember not to be arrogant, you must know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world." ”

The young man in the robe smiled slightly, with indescribable confidence: "Father, don't worry." ”

"Ming'er has such faith, and I am deeply gratified for my father!" The middle-aged woman next to her took her son's hand and reluctantly instructed: "Ming'er, remember to take good care of yourself." Then the woman turned around and said with a cold face: "You have to take good care of the young master, do you understand?" Otherwise, ......" For this young man who was bought, the woman didn't like it in her heart, and couldn't help complaining about the treasurer, and the old man didn't know what to think, not only took in this person, but also let him accompany him this time.

The young man in Tsing Yi replied with his expression that would never change, "Madam, remember the little one." ”

The well-dressed young man turned around and looked at the young man's expression, his eyes full of disgust.

I can't help but think of the first time I saw him, it was also this expression, and from that moment on, I hated him very much, hating that expression that has not changed for thousands of years. But no matter how much he bullied him and insulted him, he would always be so light-hearted, as if the insult was not himself. Five years have passed, and the hatred for him has turned into hatred. And this time there is still with me, I don't know which of my father's tendons has a problem, if I have to follow this lowly slave with me, can he also go to the fairy gate?

This middle-aged man is the gate of Fengyang City, the treasurer of the wind. And the well-dressed boy was his third son, Fengfang. As for the young man in Tsing Yi, he is a slave of the Feng family, no one knows his name, he was bought by the master from the slave market, and he was given to the third young master as a playmate.

At this time, the Feng Treasurer turned around, looked at Xiao Mu with a smile on his face, and said, "Xiao Mu, the third young master will be handed over to you to take care of along the way." ”

"Don't worry, sir, the little one knows how to do it. Wood replied with the same expression on his face. When Treasurer Feng saw him, he couldn't help but think of the time he saw him in the slave market five years ago, when he saw those dark pupils, and felt as if they could devour everything. But when he looked closely, those eyes were full of numbness, and the Feng treasurer knew that he would not be mistaken, and the child's eyes were clearly down-to-life and death. Treasurer Feng couldn't figure out how that kind of look could have appeared on a child. At that time, Ming'er was only nine years old, and seeing that he was about the same size as Ming'er, he bought him with the idea of making him his playmate. In the past few years, although the young man who was called wood has not been able to get along with his life as he thought, there is nothing he has ordered to do that has not been completed, which is the main reason why he let him follow the wind this time, because he knows that his child, although he is talented and intelligent, has a high heart, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no problems.

The Wind Treasurer turned around and didn't look at him any longer, and commanded in a low voice, "You wait for the carriage first." ”

Wood whispered in reply and walked slowly towards the carriage.

Feng Ming glanced at the wood in disgust, turned to the Wind Treasurer and asked, "Father, why does this lowly slave follow me with everything?"

Feng Siku smiled and said: "Ming'er, my father knows that you hate wood, but this time you went to find the fairy fate, even if you are out of the mortal world, but there is a person who can be called by your side, and there are many inconveniences, which can be handed over to him to deal with." ”

"Also, Dad put something in your carriage, and when the time comes, I will find an opportunity to give it to the test immortal master to gain some impression. ”

"Father, don't worry, the child knows how to do it. Wind Life nodded. Then Feng Ming knelt down on his knees and bowed to the end to the treasurer of Feng and his wife, and shouted: "The child is leaving this time, if he enters the fairy gate, I don't know when he will come back, I hope my father and mother will take care of their health." ”

Feng Si Ku hugged his wife beside him, his eyes were slightly red, but the woman next to him had already cried, hugging Feng Ming, who was standing up, "Life, protect yourself, Xianmen is not as beautiful as ordinary people think." ”

Wind Life nodded.

Turn and walk towards the carriage at the city gate. Walking to the carriage, his eyes glanced at the wood slightly, and he asked in an unkind voice, "Wood, do you know where we are going this time?"

"Young Master, I know, go to Mingyang Sect. ”

"Do you know what that place is?"

"I heard that the family said that it was a place to cultivate immortals. ”

"Then you should know what to do. ”

Wood said calmly, "Understood." ”

"It's good to understand. With that, Feng Ming turned around and pulled the curtain and got in. Then he shouted to the groom and go.

And the wood also squatted beside the groom with a slight leap, his eyes looking straight ahead, his eyes full of numbness.

The groom flicked his whip and threw it on the horse with a clatter, and the horses let out a neighing and headed towards Guming Mountain.

Mingyang Sect is the largest sect of cultivating immortals in Qingzhou, located at the junction of Qingzhou and Dezhou, and is one of the two major sects of cultivating immortals in the Song Kingdom.

Therefore, every five years, the Mingyang Sect would select suitable teenagers from all over the country and send them to the sect for screening. So every time thousands of people will go, among them there are some people who are in the picture of the early immortal master, they will be exempted from the extra test, directly enter the outer gate, and become the outer disciple, as for the rest of the people are not so lucky, those with qualifications can become outer disciples, and those with slightly better qualifications will become registered disciples, but most of them will be sent home, and they will never have a chance with the immortal road in their lives. Wind Destiny is one of these people in the former. You don't need any tests, you can directly become an outer disciple.

Wood leaned back on the carriage, his eyes staring straight ahead, the corners of his mouth opening and closing as if he were confiding something.

At this moment, the curtain behind the wood was opened, Feng Ming showed half of his head, glanced at the wood in front of him with disgust, and asked impatiently, "How long will it take to reach Gu Ming Mountain?"

Before the wood could speak, it was the groom on the side, who replied in a hoarse voice: "Tell the young master, Gu Mingshan is quite far away from Fengyang City, and it will take about half a month. ”

Feng Ming's expression immediately changed, his brows furrowed, and he glanced at the groom a little unpleasantly and replied, "I won't miss the selection of the Mingyang Sect." ”

"Back to the young master, you won't miss it, please rest assured. Wind ordered to listen to the groom's words and lowered the curtain.

As if he hadn't noticed them, the wood kept looking ahead, as if he had lost his soul.

There was no sound on the road except for the grunting of the carriage.

The groom tugged at the reins as he pulled an old dry tobacco from his waist. Suddenly, the groom handed the reins to the wood, and the wood looked at the groom a little slowly, and asked, "What for?"

The groom looked stiff, "Don't you see that the old man wants to smoke dry cigarettes, and let the old man free his hands to light a cigarette in general, right?"

Wood took the reins in a daze, and glanced at the groom in a daze.

The groom looked at him unhappily and said, "What's the matter, can't you take the reins?"

Wood turned his head unchanged and tugged at the reins.

The groom took out the fire fold, lit the dry smoke by himself, took a deep breath, and then spit out a pungent puff of smoke, which slowly came out of his mouth, and the groom showed an intoxicated expression.

Wood glanced slightly, and then concentrated on catching the car. The groom glanced back at the wood, with a look of surprise in his eyes, he couldn't imagine that this young age would be able to drive a car, and couldn't help but ask, "Have you studied?"

"No, I just saw someone else rushing by. ”

The groom froze and did not speak.

Soon the groom finished smoking, took the reins from the wood, and asked lightly, "Boy, what is your name?"

Wood's eyes moved slightly, but soon fell flat, and said slowly: "Wood." ”

"Wood?" the groom said in a froze tone, but relieved, "Is that your real name?"

The groom thought he wouldn't speak, but the wood turned around, stared at the groom with straight eyes and said, "No." ”

The groom's expression changed, and he didn't know why he saw the indifference and numbness to death in those eyes. Suppressing the surprise in his heart, the groom raised his head and looked directly into the young man's eyes and asked, "What about your real name?"

"Forgot. Wood turned his head and said in a somewhat muffled voice.

For some reason, the groom still heard a trace of loneliness in his voice, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, this is also a teenager with a story.

Neither of them spoke, and the groom drove the carriage earnestly, while the boy looked up into the distance, and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, "My name, perhaps I have forgotten it." ”