On the first day of January of the 14,000th year of the Holy Calendar

The historian of the Celestial Empire recorded: "There are big stars, many rays, and four-colored brilliance, which break through the sky and fall into the western continent." [Reading Network]"

And the people of the Western Continent simply call this day 'Demon Suppression', because today, a huge dynasty with an incomparably vast territory has begun to rise, and the founding emperor who founded this dynasty, with the title of 'Demon King', also began to change slowly because of this day.

The Boulder Wilderness in the southwest of the Western Continent has become a famous ghost in the Western Continent since the barbarian tribe that ruled the wilderness was exterminated sixteen years ago. The whistling yellow wind and dust swept across the wilderness, and it was said that it was the souls of the slaughtered barbarians who complained to the heavens. Few people from the Western Continent dared to go deep into this wilderness, only those large armies of the Black Cloud Empire that had been fighting with the Celestial Empire in the East for sixteen years, and from time to time troops passed through here and attacked the north.

The Celestial Empire garrisoned more than 2 million troops in the northern countries of the Western Continent, relying on advanced agriculture and metallurgical industries to occupy the initiative in the war, but the army of the Black Cloud Empire, which was not afraid of death, poured over like a tide, offsetting the advantage of the Celestial Empire's army in terms of military strength and armament.

The upper echelons of the Celestial Empire did not seem to be in a hurry to separate the winners with the Black Cloud Empire, and the two sides had to engage in a large-scale battle every year, and then retreat back to their lair like a wounded tiger and lick their wounds. Anyway, every time it is the subject countries of the Western Continent that suffer the heaviest casualties, and for the Celestial Empire, the dead are not their own people, so there is nothing to worry about.

Yang Tian, the crown prince of the Duchy of Saint-Dore, is now just sixteen years old. He also has a name that conforms to the habits of the Western Continent, but those close to him, including his mother, as well as several special Longxiang generals stationed in the Western Continent of the Celestial Empire, as well as his swordsmanship teacher, are used to calling him this name full of oriental colors.

His mother, now the Archduchess of St. Dore, that is, the woman that Yang Wei occupied by some dishonorable means sixteen years ago, ruled this small country with a population of more than 5 million, and for various reasons that could not be explained, the head of the Celestial Empire garrison treated St. Dore differently, exempted from taxes, did not levy labor, and did not recruit soldiers from St. Dore when using troops against the Black Cloud Country. Of course, these extraordinary treatments are tacitly handled every year by a small number of high-ranking generals of the Celestial Empire's military, and as for the senior officials of other departments of the Celestial Empire, they have no idea that there is such a country that can be said to be a 'happy land' in the conquered Western Continent.

When the star fell into the boulder wilderness, Yang Tian happened to bring hundreds of guards to hunt black bears near the border. Young and curious, he didn't greet his guards, and directly turned his horse and chased in that direction.

hurriedly chased after him, and bitterly persuaded Yang Tian's guards to be scolded by Yang Tian for being bloody, and charged with being 'cowardly and afraid of death'. Yang Tian angrily reprimanded: "Yes, there has been a small army of the Black Cloud Empire in the vicinity recently, but are you so cowardly?

The Western swordsmen in the guard shrugged their shoulders helplessly, while the other dozen or so elites of the Celestial Empire's 'Tiger Wolf Army' were full of murderous energy, and they ran away with Yang Tian without saying a word.

This small group of men and horses walked for two days, and had penetrated more than two hundred miles into the boulder wilderness, that is, the weakest place for the Celestial Empire's army. The ground was covered with black oval boulders, and they were shooting at the sky in a strange manner. Desolate weeds spread everywhere in a mess, and the yellow-brown dust was swept up by the wind, filling Yang Tian's mouth and nostrils, and all of them were gray and dirty.

A Black Cloud Empire harassment detachment of about five hundred people, with a black iron helmet similar to a bull's head on their heads, and a sturdy black iron armor on their bodies, was slowly searching towards Yang Tian and them. Neither side was aware of this, and according to common sense, the soldiers of the Celestial Empire and even the people of the Western Continent rarely entered the Boulder Wilderness, and there were not many shots of the two sides meeting so suddenly.

Therefore, when the two sides approached less than twenty meters in the gale, they were both stunned for a moment, and after about twenty seconds of staring at each other, they let out a loud cry at the same time, drew their weapons, and rushed towards each other. As for Yang Tian, he had already been controlled by several elite soldiers of the 'Tiger Wolf Army', and he ran towards the rear on horseback.

Yang Tian roared angrily: "What are you doing, let me go, fuck, you want Lao Tzu to be a deserter, don't you?"

A cold voice enveloped the entire battlefield, and said slowly: "What can you do now but be a deserter?" My dear ......" The last few words were vague and vague by the person who spoke.

Before the soldiers on the two sides could make contact, a huge cyan wind blade was violently pulled up from the ground and swept across the entire battlefield, the wind blade was extremely psychic and did not harm the people to which Yang Tian belonged, but all the soldiers of the Black Cloud Empire, together with their horses, were all shattered into pieces, and the pieces of flesh in the blood rain fell to the ground one after another.

Several of Yang Tian's guards exclaimed in surprise, tightly protecting Yang Tian, in front of such a terrifying enemy, they had no chance to escape. The other guards formed their most familiar defensive formations, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

A silver-white figure slowly emerged from the wind and sand, with long black hair falling to the waist, a tall figure, a handsome face, and dark eyes exuding a thrilling evil brilliance. A powerful momentum enveloped the entire venue, and Yang Tian's guards couldn't even move a little finger at all, watching this strange and terrifying person approach Yang Tian.

Yang Tian, who was placed on the horse's back, struggled to get off the horse, ignoring the majestic momentum of this person, strode in front of him, looked up at the face that was a head taller than himself, stretched out his hand, and said loudly: "I, Yang Tian." ”

The man laughed softly, held his hand, and said lightly, "I, Long Feng...... However, you can also call me Yang Feng, the name is just a symbol and has no meaning. ”

A thirty-year-old 'Tiger Wolf Army' soldier next to him let out a faint moan: "Oh my God......" His eyes were fixed on Long Feng's face, and he almost knelt down like this.

Long Feng smiled softly and said slowly, "Dear Prince of Saint-Dore, it is not a wise decision to enter the Boulder Wilderness with such a small number of men...... Are you looking for something?"

Yang Tian nodded and said, "Yes, I'm looking for a meteor, and he fell near this." ”

Long Fengye laughed: "Don't look for it, you can't find it...... But if you can run into me, it means that you are lucky, and you can let me go with you?"

Yang Tian was silent and stared at Long Feng deeply. Long Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I think, I have a magic ability beyond the level, and there is no mage in the entire continent who may be my opponent, and you have just seen my power." I can help you. Of course, if you don't think I'm useful, I can go back to my own country. ”

Yang Tian licked his lips and asked in a condensed voice, "How can I believe that you will really help me?"

Long Feng bent down slightly, and said to Yang Tian's face, which was less than ten centimeters away: "This, you have to gamble, do you think I will really help you?"

Yang Tian gently stretched out his hand, and the two shook each other again. The heart and blood veins were beating at the same rate, and Yang Tian nodded heavily and said, "Okay, I trust you, but what can you do for me?"

Long Feng laughed: "Then it depends on what you want to do." If you want to force a woman on the street, I'll help you grab it, and if you want to force other countries in the whole world, I'll help you kill people. Simple, isn't it? But do you want to play with little girls, or do you want to play with the world?"

Yang Tian laughed: "I don't have such a big appetite to play the world, at most I just play with the little girl, and then play with the Duchy of Saint-Dore...... The world is not for us to fight for. ”

Long Feng smiled lightly and said nothing, and with a fierce palm, Yang Tian's twelve guards exploded and died. The guards around him exclaimed in surprise, and the weapons in their hands were aimed at Long Feng. Long Feng smiled evilly: "They, some forces have planted them around you, right? I solved it for you, you should thank me." ”

The purple light in Yang Tian's eyes kept flashing, he laughed fiercely, and said coldly: "Thank you, although I wanted to kill them a long time ago, but I can't make trouble for my mother, otherwise I ......"

Long Feng leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Yes, how can you say that you have also inherited two layers of 'Heavenly Demon Technique' mental methods, if you can't deal with these weak creatures, what are you going to mess with?"

Yang Tian was shocked, and his heart began to wake up a little, and he replied softly: "No wonder, we really look like ah......"

Long Feng smiled evilly: "Yes, after all, they all have something to do with some old ghost, so you don't have to be afraid that I will betray you...... When the matter on your side is understood, I will go back to my own business. Understood?"

Yang Tian nodded deeply.

Long Feng lamented in his heart, he was put on a position by Yang Wei, and he was actually thrown to this ghost place as a nanny, and he had to complete such an almost miraculous thing, it was simply unreasonable. However, it's right to think about it, the people of the demon race, what kind of heavenly principles do they care?

On the seventh day of January in the year 14,000 and 3 of the Holy Calendar

Yang Tian and his party returned to St. Dore City, and immediately reported the attack on the Boulder Wilderness and the death of twelve guards. The 300,000 troops of the Celestial Empire stationed near St. Dore were urgently mobilized, and two vanguard troops were dispatched to carry out a clearing operation on the territory within a radius of 500 miles, killing more than 5,000 people from the Black Cloud Empire's harassment detachment, and teaching the presidential headquarters of the Black Cloud Empire a little lesson.

Long Feng was wrapped in a black robe for mages from the Western Continent, and even his head was tightly covered, claiming to be a newly hired intermediate mage from St. Derr, and serving as the magic teacher of St. Dor Prince Yang Tian.

There was no reaction to Long Feng's hiring, but the matter of Saint Dore's hiring of a magic teacher for the prince made several neighbors of the Western Continent almost laugh off their big teeth, everyone knew that Yang Tian's specialty was fighting spirit and swordsmanship, and this time he actually hired another magician, obviously he wanted to be a demon martial artist, and no one was optimistic about Yang Tian's development prospects.

Long Feng was placed in the side hall on the left side of Yang Tian's dormitory, and the room on the right lived Yang Tian's swordsmanship teacher since childhood, a barbarian who is now extremely rare, a barbarian who lacked his right arm, and a barbarian who defeated one hundred and thirty-five swordsmen who applied for the job with only his left hand.

At night, Yang Tian crossed his knees in his dormitory and began to cultivate the third layer of the 'Heavenly Demon Technique' that Long Feng threw at him. Long Feng walked out of his gate boredly, knocked out more than thirty palace maids around him, flew straight across the compound, and arrived at the gate of the barbarian swordsman, knocking on the door very gently.

The entire teak door was shattered by the raging flow of energy, and the fragments roared into the hall, gathering into the shape of a great sword, and striking at the barbarian who had awakened and rushed out with the great sword in his chest.

The big man, who was thirty centimeters taller than Long Feng, exhaled, a faint white light surged from his body, and his left hand swung violently, and the nearly one-person-tall giant sword roared and slashed towards the blade composed of wind blade wood chips.

With a bang, Dahan's giant sword shattered, and his entire body fell backwards for more than three meters, hitting the pillar behind him heavily, and Long Feng's 'sword' was also split by Dahan, dissipating invisibly.

The big man roared angrily: "You, why did you attack me? Aren't I just like you serving His Royal Highness the Prince?"

Long Feng said lightly: "It's different, I definitely don't allow an idiot and incompetent guy to be his teacher, but you still look so-so, you can make do with it." But you remember, you'd better serve Yang Tian with true loyalty, otherwise, since someone can cut off your right hand, I can cut off your head. ”

With the help of the moonlight, the big man saw Long Feng's face clearly, trembled violently, and shouted wildly: "God, it's impossible, he's dead, you ......"

Long Feng slowly disappeared from the place, leaving behind a few cold words: "In this world, anything can happen. I'm not who you think, though. ”

Yang Tian stood in the corridor outside his dormitory, quietly watching this scene. The dragon wind that flashed from the center of the courtyard smiled at him, nodded, and slowly untied the acupoints of the palace maids and guards who were knocked unconscious by him, and slowly walked back to his room, covering his head and falling asleep.

The palace guards who were alarmed by the loud noise just now rushed over, and Yang Tianxie smiled and said, "It's okay, a small meteor rushed into Teacher Gnu's room, it's not a big deal." The guards looked at the mess in Gnu's room, and for a moment they walked away, forgetting about it as quickly as possible.

Yang Tian slowly walked up to the injured Gnu and whispered, "Teacher, are you okay?"

Gnu sighed slightly: "It seems that I can't stay here anymore." ”

Yang Tian shook his head: "It's okay, he won't do anything to you." If I am not mistaken, he will obey all my commands. You can be my sword teacher with peace of mind. Your swordsmanship is really very effective. Gnu nodded, sighing gloomily. He, the most powerful warrior of the barbarians before, was captured as a gladiator after the battle, and if it wasn't for Yang Tian who bought him with three gold coins and was seriously injured, he would have died after a duel against fifty giant lions. Although he knew that Yang Tian had some kind of relationship with Yang Wei, who had slaughtered all his clansmen, he had already smoothed out his edges and corners, all he thought about was how to survive, and he had no idea of revenge, and he didn't dare to think of such thoughts.

In less than an hour, Yang Tian, whose skill had deepened more than three times, was already ecstatic about Long Feng like a greedy ghost seeing a gold mine. Why did Long Feng come from and where did he come from, he had some guesses, but none of these were important, the important thing was that Long Feng would give him the ability to play with the whole world as a little girl.

At this moment, if he knew the final result of the whole plan, I am afraid that he who had just turned sixteen would also be stunned and doubtful of the possibility of success.

However, for some creatures who are drinking in a black palace, intrigue is the joy of life, without conspiracy, without subterfuge, without slaughtering blood and evil, their existence is meaningless......;