"It's unreasonable...... After decades of research, I have never understood it, and you have picked up a cheap ......"

"Little bunny, wake up quickly...... Wake me up, don't play dead......"

I don't know how long it took, but in the constant cursing, Zhang Jiuxiao woke up quietly.

But he saw an old man squatting next to him, glaring at him with great anger.

The old man is kind and kind-eyed, with white hair and white beard, fairy wind and bones, but he is short in stature, no more than three feet tall, and his beard mops the floor, which looks a little funny.

"Stinky boy, return me the Holy Book of Heaven and Earth!" The old man saw Zhang Jiuxiao wake up, grabbed him by the collar, and roared viciously, "I have gone through a lot of hardships, and I have stolen the treasure from Shu Mountain after nine deaths, and I was actually hit by you and led the sheep by the hand......"

"What Heaven and Earth Holy Book?"

Zhang Jiuxiao turned his head in confusion, only to see that the stone bench he bumped into before was actually missing a part - he was very familiar with this mountain temple, and he remembered that on the stone bench, there was a lifelike stone book carved, and the cover of the book vaguely wrote the four words of the Holy Book of Heaven and Earth, but at this time it disappeared out of thin air...... But what does it matter to him?

"Let it go...... Uncle, pay attention to your image!" Zhang Jiuxiao wanted to break free of his collar.

"Image of a fart, don't think that Lao Tzu is easy to bully when he looks like a fairy, the old man is even afraid of himself! Hurry up and return the things, otherwise I will draw your tendons, refine your soul, throw you into the oil pot, fry for three days and three nights, and fry you inside and out tender!" The old man grabbed his neck viciously and shook him vigorously.

"Stop, old man, why bother...... Even if you want to rob, can you find a rich target and do it? Do you see me dressed like a rich man?"

"You even said I robbed ......"

The old man blew his beard and glared, fierce and vicious for a long time, but in the end he couldn't take him, and suddenly lay on the ground and cried: "Stinky boy, you have no conscience! Lao Tzu has taken care of you for more than ten years, and you actually say this about me." I'm still trying to avenge him, you little bunny......"

"Senior, do you know my father?"

Zhang Jiuxiao heard the other party mention his father, and suddenly got up, and suddenly was stunned: "Revenge? Didn't my father accidentally fall off the cliff while hunting, where did the enemy come from?"

"Falling off a cliff?"

The old man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then shook his head vigorously, "Ah yes, fall off the cliff, fall off the cliff!"

"No, you must have something to hide from me, senior!" Zhang Jiuxiao pounced and grabbed the old man's shirt.

When the old man saw that he kept asking, he suddenly became irritable: "How can there be...... Damn, stinky boy, keep the holy book of heaven and earth, I won't be able to spare you if you lose it!"

Saying that, his body shook slightly, and it turned into a cloud of green smoke weirdly, and he drilled violently into the soil, disappearing in an instant!

"Ahh

Zhang Jiuxiao exclaimed, took three steps back, and then was extremely excited:

"Immortals, immortal seniors, immortal seniors with vast magical powers, don't go, please accept me as a disciple ......"

It's a pity that no matter how Zhang Jiuxiao shouted and begged, the old man never appeared again.

Zhang Jiuxiao was dead-eyed, screaming in the mountain temple for a long time, and finally left depressed.

......

Zhang Jiuxiao was puzzled, and when he returned home, he found his mother sitting under the eaves, busy weaving summer cloth.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and finally put his mind at ease, but then he was full of doubts in his heart, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Mother, did my father really fall off a cliff and die while hunting?"

"You, why are you asking this?" Jiu Niang's heart trembled when she heard this, and the silk threads in her hands were a mess.

"Tell me, my father, was he killed by the enemy?"

"Nonsense...... Shut up, who did you listen to? Do you listen to other people's words, and don't even listen to your mother's words!" Jiu Niang's face changed sharply, and she suddenly became angry.

In normal times, once Jiu Niang was angry, Zhang Jiuxiao would never dare to ask more, even if he had great curiosity.

But today, when he heard the words of the fairy old man and saw his mother's attitude, he had already confirmed that his father's death was absolutely unusual.

Zhang Jiuxiao stubbornly did not retreat, took a step forward, and knelt heavily in front of his mother:

"Mother, my son never disobeys my mother's words! But the child is an adult, this matter is related to my father's life and death, I have the right to know, please tell Jiuxiao!"

After saying that, he knocked his head down hard, hit the ground and made a bang, and his forehead suddenly swollen with a big bag.

Jiuniang was first angry, then aggrieved, and finally with tears in her eyes, she spoke for a long time:

"It's not that my mother won't tell you, it's just that you're too weak and unsuitable for cultivation, and telling you will only hurt you! Maybe one day, when you become stronger, I can tell you about your father?"

"What does it mean to be powerful?" Zhang Jiuxiao asked stubbornly.

"At least, reach the innate realm!" said Jiu Niang after a long time.

"Innate realm...... Okay, I'll definitely reach the Innate Realm soon. ”

Zhang Jiuxiao gritted his teeth and said, although he failed to worship the famous sect, he knew very well about cultivation.

Cultivation is further divided into five realms: the mortal realm, the innate realm, the golden pill realm, the earth realm, and the flying mirror.

Don't look at the innate realm as only the second realm, but in the entire Rongchang City, it is difficult to find a few innate masters.

......

Since the age of nine, Zhang Jiuxiao has been learning pottery from Lu Qianqiu's father, Lu Changgen, and now he has completed his craft and is the best among the young potters in the village.

Since the age of twelve, he has been working in the kiln factory, working as a handy helper for the master and earning some money to support the family.

Coming out of the kiln, he was depressed and couldn't help but come to the stream alone.

"Innate realm, innate realm...... If I can't join the famous sect, how can I reach the innate realm!"

Standing on the edge of the stream, Zhang Jiuxiao couldn't help but talk to himself.

"Idiot! It's just a congenital realm, and it's so difficult for you to say it, it's a shame to say it!"

A very dissatisfied sneer came, crisp, very close, as if it was in Zhang Jiuxiao's ear.

"Who?"

"Uncle Ben is a great heaven and earth demon...... The Spirit of the Holy Book of Heaven and Earth!"

Zhang Jiuxiao was looking around, and suddenly felt a swelling pain in the center of his eyebrows, and something pressed against the bridge of his nose, drilled hard, and actually drilled out of the center of his eyebrows.

It turned out to be a strange little man the size of a thumb, the thickness of a thumb, pink, dressed in white, barefoot, and with a pair of wings that looked like a book on his back.

The little guy dragged Zhang Jiuxiao's hair with one hand, flying left and right with the wind, and was actually used as a swing by his hair, which looked like a fluttering white butterfly at first glance.

"Are you the spirit of the book in the Mountain Temple?" Zhang Jiuxiao was stunned.

"In Qiankun's sleep, when can I wake up, once I dream for a thousand years, and wake up tens of thousands of years?"

"This day, the same heaven, this earth, still that land...... Hey, this sky, this earth, how strange and familiar...... When this seat is carefully calculated, well, the divine power is dim, and the aura is not obvious...... Hey, that's too complicated...... The bastard is providential, and he can't get used to seeing this seat at ease, and he actually created a pure-blooded human race...... Don't look at me like that, little brat. ”

"Purebred Terran?" Zhang Jiuxiao was curious.

"The pure-blooded human race, that is, the human race with pure blood, does not have any god and demon blood, and is the atavistic descendant of ancient humans. This kind of person has blocked meridians all over his body, has no eight veins of strange meridians, can't feel aura, can't cultivate martial arts, has a smart head, but has poor qualifications. ”

"Hmm...... Are you talking about me?" Zhang Jiuxiao asked dissatisfiedly.

"Who else but you? If it weren't for the fact that you were the only atavistic pure-blooded human in these tens of thousands of years, I would have recognized you as the inheritor of the holy book for your broken qualifications. The little scholar looked very unhappy.

"Inheritor, you mean, you're going to teach me to cultivate?"

"With the spirit of this book, what is the difficulty of cultivating? The spirit of this book is the first of the three inheritances of the human race created by Nuwa Niangniang when she joined forces with the ancient gods to create the human race!"

"Lord Shuling, please teach me!"

As soon as he heard that he could cultivate, Zhang Jiuxiao immediately became cheeky, although this little scholar looked a little unreliable, he didn't dare to let go of any opportunity.

"Look at your performance! This is the Earth Refining Sacred Method, you first practice the Eighteen Styles of Entry...... I'm so sleepy, let's get some sleep first!"