The cold wind in winter, with graceful snow. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info gently fell on the ground of Tianyuan Gate. There was a hint of murder in the cold air.

Six figures crossed the sky, each from different directions, and landed in the Tianyuan Gate very quickly.

When it's cold, the blood is even colder. The blood on the Tianyuan Gate was full of small red flowers on the silver-white snow.

Since then, there has been an idiot begging along the streets of Tianyuan City.

Thirteen years ago, in the Heavenly Machine Continent, there were many cultivation sects. Among them, the seven major sects are the leaders, and the seven major sects seem to be united, but in fact they are detached.

There is a intention of annexing each other between sects, and in private, there are constant secret fights, and casualties occur from time to time.

Tianyuanmen, one of the seven factions, because of its remote location, far away from disputes, was able to recuperate, and the faction became stronger and stronger, and gradually became intolerable to the other six factions, and finally the six factions joined forces to attack it, and the Zhou clan, the owner of the sect, was slaughtered.

Zhou Cong, the only son of the master of the sect, was stupid since he was a child and was able to save his life.

Thirteen years later, Tian Yuan streets.

"Hey, this son's qualifications are not bad, if he is not stupid, how can he become a starving beggar on the street. ”

At this time, Tianyuan City is long gone, and any shadow left by the original war has now been fully repaired, although Zhou Cong was stupid at the beginning, but the people of Tianyuan City, grateful for the kindness of the gate master back then, would not let Zhou Cong freeze and starve to death.

He stretched out his claws, which were already long nails, scratched his head, opened his blank eyes slightly, and looked at the old man who was talking.

The old man was tall, with a pair of white hair flowing on his chest, a white crane suit, fluttering like a fairy, looking like a master of the world, looking at him with disappointment.

I don't know if it was a sudden flash of inspiration, or if it was due to chance, Zhou Cong muttered and asked, "If I hadn't been stupid, my life would be safe now?"

"Huh" Zhou Cong's words surprised the long-bearded old man, "Could this be the stupid son of the legendary Zhou family?"

couldn't help rubbing his eyes and looked at Zhou Congzai carefully

Zhou Cong is tall, but slightly rickety, with well-proportioned facial features, but he is not handsome, only a pair of eyes, like pearls covered in dust, dull. "Isn't he really stupid?

If you deliberately pretend to be stupid in order to save your life, then this son's mind should be a demon!"

The old man thought for a while, and waved his sleeves, "Even if you are really stupid, the right to return the righteousness of the Zhou Sect Master back then."

In an instant, the two of them disappeared in unison.

It stands to reason that there is one less stupid boy on the street, and a strange old man, who cares, but there are people who care, such as the city lord's mansion......

Late at night, the city lord's mansion was still brightly lit at the moment, and the city advocate Yongxiang finished handling a day's official business, and after hearing that the original Tianyuan Shaomen master had disappeared for no reason, he pointed to the people under the stairs and was furious: "A group of waste, even a child can't look at it,."

With a snap, a rare antique tea cup fell into pieces. "Are your heads just for eating?" Zhang Yongxiang was originally red-haired and golden-faced, and his anger was even more like a deadly god, "Check for Lao Tzu, you have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death."

Today's Tianyuan City belongs to the Heavenly Wolf Gate, and the former enemy sect master is missing, even if it is Zhang Yongxiang, the uncle of the Heavenly Wolf Gate master, I am afraid it will inevitably die.

All the subordinates under the stairs, in the face of the city lord's rage, all trembled, and responded in unison with the courage to say: "The subordinates will receive orders." Zhang Yongxiang was a little impatient, and waved his hand to everyone, "Stand down" After speaking, he wanted to return to the inner court, and suddenly seemed to remember something, "Slow, this matter must be carried out secretly, and those who leak the news will be executed"

Everyone at the bottom of the stairs bowed down to receive the order, and after the city lord scolded and left, they all flickered, disappeared into the vast night, and scattered to visit in all directions.

Three years later.

Hundreds of thousands of miles west of Tianyuan City, there is a sect where Tianyuan's power does not reach, and Zhou Cong, who disappeared, was brought here by the old man.

Cuiyun Gate, which has only tens of thousands of disciples, is a very small sect among all the sects, located on the Cuiyun Peak 100,000 miles away from Tianyuan City, Cuiyun Peak is ten thousand miles high, clouds and mist all year round, mortals are rare, birds are extinct, the white jade mountain gate on the top of the peak is towering into the clouds, the dragon and the phoenix dance on the lintel are four big characters, Cuiyun Wujing. Walk through the mountain gate, is thousands of stone ladders built according to the mountain, stretch no less than thousands of steps, Cuiyun Mountain Gate is at the end of this ladder, a flat open space, rows of fine houses are scattered, a discussion, the path paved by stones, stretches and twists and turns, there is a winding path through the secluded meaning, although the surrounding is snowy, but within the sect is the fragrance of birds and flowers, there are countless strange flowers and plants, raise the nose and smell it, refresh people's hearts.

Although Zhou Cong is a disciple of the outer sect, due to his lack of intelligence, he temporarily lives with his master Yun Zhongzi, but since he entered the sect for three years, Zhou Cong has only sat every day, eats, sleeps, and sits. Yun Zhongzi was also helpless about this, although he also taught him some introductory exercises, but Zhou Cong's qualifications were dull, but he still hadn't gathered qi, hey! The master of the Dacheng realm, the apprentice couldn't even gather qi! As an elder, how could Yun Zhongzi not be in a hurry, and the elders of the sect were also quite slight, not only laughing at the apprentice for being too stupid, but also laughing at the master for being too stupid, and even making trouble for himself.

In the past three years, Zhou Cong has not communicated with the disciples, but his reputation is known to everyone in the sect, "Senior Brother Zhou, the wild fruits outside the mountain are about to ripen, how about we pick them together to try the freshness."

In the distance, a group of young people wearing gray practice clothes came up, the men were heroic, and the women were as ordinary fairies, the original sect was strictly hierarchical, and there were also regulations on the color of clothing, which were divided into gray, yellow, and white, and gray was of course the lowest color.

The leader is called Zhang Meng, but he is not fierce at all, he is half a head tall and Zhou Cong, but he is skinny, sharp-beaked monkey gills, a treacherous appearance, and a wide practice uniform is worn on his body, a monkey who is mixed in the crowd, but his cultivation has reached the third realm of foundation building. In terms of cultivation alone, he is already the best among all the gray-clothed disciples.

Originally, the cultivation realm was divided into nine realms, gathering qi, building foundation, Jindan, creation, Xiaocheng, Yuanying, Dacheng, Tongxuan, and becoming immortal. Each realm is divided into seven sub-realms.

"Hehe," Zhou Cong wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, nodded and said, "Okay."

"Hmph, Senior Brother Zhang, you are really merciful, picking Zhu Yuguo, and bringing a burden, a very beautiful girl in the team couldn't help but pout, and said impatiently.

"Hehehe," Zhang Meng said with a sinister smile: "Senior Sister Zhu, I don't know, that Zhu Yuguo, although it is a promoted holy product for junior martial artists, but before it was picked, it was extremely poisonous, and it was born on the cliff, you and I are both the future of the sect, how can you be in danger?"

Senior Sister Zhu glanced at Wang Meng, obviously not treating him and him, "Who is with you and us, I am me and you are you, if it weren't for Zhu Yuguo's help for me to improve my realm, I wouldn't have teamed up with you" Seeing Zhang Meng's face embarrassed, he continued: "It's just that you use Senior Brother Zhou like this, and your heart is a little vicious."

Non-toxic no husband!

Outside the cloud mountain, the vermilion fruit tree is in sight, the vermilion fruit is more delicate and beautiful against the background of the emerald green, and the faint fragrance comes with the wind. Zhang Mengyao pointed to the Zhuyu fruit tree in the distance, stopped and stood still, and said to Zhou Cong with a wicked smile, "Senior Brother Zhou, seeing that there is no wild fruit, it is not only beautiful, but also delicious, and it is extremely sweet, but our realm is low, and our skills are not as flexible as Senior Brother Zhou, so we have to bother Senior Brother and help me go down to pick and enjoy it."

If you talk about Zhang Meng, the realm of the third layer of the foundation, although it can't fly on land, but it is also as light as a swallow, picking Zhu Yuguo, you should be able to catch it.

The fool couldn't listen to half a good word, and ran happily, but although he had been cultivating for a long time, he didn't have a trace of aura in his body, how could he successfully pick Zhu Yuguo?

Zhou Cong on the cliff moved little by little, his clumsy body and the fierce mountain wind made his already thin body sway, as if the wind was stronger, he would fall off the cliff like a kite.

It turns out that reckless people face life and death, and they also know fear. From time to time there are rockfalls on the top of the mountain, tumbling down, he clings to the gap, does not dare to move, more than an hour has passed, the fool is still stubbornly unwilling to call for help, the people on the top of the mountain, also happy to take the opportunity to vent their dissatisfaction with his master's favor.

Suddenly, the mountain wind blew loudly, accompanied by falling rocks, and with a bang, Zhou Cong was like a butterfly dancing in the wind, tumbling and falling into the boundless cliff.