Slim waves are surging,

Even the sky and clear water connect the sky.

The sky is clear and cloudless, and the sea is rarely peaceful.

In the endless water, a piece of land the size of a sesame grain can be faintly seen.

Looking closer, this piece of land gradually enlarged, it turned out to be a small island, like a huge scallop upside down in the sea, the north side is a smooth fan-shaped arc, the terrain is gentle, and the soft and fine sand forms the coastline.

On the other side of the island, there is a hundred-meter-high cliff, with intertwined teeth, as if it was a wound torn by a raw pull, which is quite tragic.

There are very few such islands on this planet. But it is rare to go so deep into the center of the ocean and be inhabited.

Yes, although this island is a small place, at the time of sunset, you can clearly see the cooking smoke everywhere, a cooking smoke, is a family. The houses are low, but neat, and they are lined up all over the island. The fishing boats in the distance are returning, the children are chasing and playing nearby, and the chickens and dogs are running, which is a peaceful scene of fishing islands.

Suddenly, thick smoke suddenly rose from the direction of the beach on the north side, and the smoke column was thick and black, straight into the air. Suddenly, another pillar of smoke came out more than ten miles away from it, and then, every ten miles, there were columns of smoke coming out one after another, and its direction was facing the center of the island.

This pillar of smoke does not know what magic there is, everywhere it goes, the people of the island do not change color, as if some disaster is coming, some people are panicked and hiding, and some scattered children are also dragged back to their homes by their families.

The pillar of smoke caused a slight panic to Kojima, but some of the teenagers showed excitement, and some of them gave up their business and rushed in the direction of the pillar of smoke.

These people ran with all their strength, and their speed was quite amazing, like an arrow, one step was more than ten meters, and they disappeared into the distant sky in a blink of an eye, and the speed of running far exceeded the limit of human beings.

The pillars of smoke were lit one after the other, pointing in the direction of the center of the island. After a while, I saw some people flying into the air, hovering in the void. These people are very strange, as if they are beyond gravity, they can stand in the air with a void, not only that, but there are also some people whose shoulders suddenly conjure up fiery red wings, and their wings are more than 100 meters away, and they fly quickly towards the place where the smoke column rises.

In the center of the island is a quiet place covered by coconut groves, and a huge building can be seen faintly hidden in the dense trees, with heavy eaves and tiles, painted with gold and color, clearly a huge temple. The whole central area, except for this huge temple, is surrounded by woods, and there is a solemn atmosphere in the silence.

I don't know what kind of message the smoke pillar conveys, and after a while, the smoke pillar rises more than ten miles away from the temple, and no new smoke pillar rises.

Where the pillar of smoke was lit was a tall house, noticeably taller and more delicate than the other houses on the island.

The moment the pillar of smoke rises, it is accompanied by the beating of a huge drum.

Hearing the sound of drums, several people rose into the air, conjured into fire wings, flapped their wings and flew all the way in the direction of the smoke pillar. At first glance, there were seven or eight people, and several of them, while flying, each carrying a teenager in their hands, flapped their wings and flew towards the north.

These people flew away in the air, their fiery red wings reflecting the golden light of the setting sun, just like the most beautiful elves in the world. Everywhere they went, the islanders bowed and saluted, their eyes reverent and full of gratitude.

Until these people turned into small black dots and threw themselves into the setting sun, a little boy of about three or four years old looked at the direction where everyone had disappeared, and his two arms danced, imitating the movement of fire wings.

The little guy has a slight hint of baby fat, thick black hair, a yellowish complexion, and smooth and delicate skin. The bridge of the nose is high, the eyelashes are long, and the two round eyes are like black pearls, shining with the brilliance of wisdom.

He was dressed in splendid clothes, with fine and exquisite workmanship, and even a pair of pointed-toe boots on his feet, which were embroidered with the patterns of various sea beasts, and the embroidery was fine, and at a glance he knew that his family was either rich or noble, and he was much stronger than those barefoot children of the same age.

It's a pity that this splendid dress is covered with mud and sand, a pair of boots are also soaked in sewage, and the chubby cheeks are also stained, and there is even a scrape on one cheek. Needless to say, this is definitely a mischievous little mischievous.

"Smack!", the little boy's buttocks were lightly patted, and a gentle female voice sounded: "Chu Yun, didn't you see the beacon smoke warning? Why don't you go home and hide quickly? Stay in the outer compartment, aren't you afraid that the Kraken will capture you!"

It was a young woman, in her early twenties, wearing a bright red jacket and a pair of knee-length red shorts. Her fiery red hair was haphazardly tied into a bun, fluffy and hung down at the back of her head, and she had the lazy bearing of a young woman.

"Mother, don't scare me, Yun'er has long known that a beacon pillar is just a few little monsters, and it is impossible to invade the island. The little boy flashed his eyes and said, "If it were three beacon pillars, Yun'er would have been hiding a long time ago." Besides, if there was a powerful kraken, you would have flown to help you a long time ago, how could you have the kung fu to nag here. ”

"Oh, you kid is really cowardly, you actually dislike the old lady's nagging. Besides, according to the clan rules, whenever the beacon pillar is raised, all the children must find a place to hide! You are bold, you see whose children are not hiding? You ignore the clan rules, see how the old lady cleans you up!" the young woman frowned and scolded. It is a beautiful face with fair, delicate skin. Her eyebrows were slightly curved, her eyes were large and bright, and her pupils were faintly red.

A little boy named Chu Yun has black hair, black eyes and yellow skin, and a woman with red hair and red eyes and white skin. The two have very different appearances, and only the same high nose bridge and long eyelashes can find a trace of blood connection.

"They're just cowards. Chu Yun clenched his fists and argued, "Besides, they are just mortal blood, and they will be mortals for life." Yun'er, I am the heir of our Yan Relic Holy Maiden, and I will only be able to cultivate after a few days of spiritual root testing. I, Chu Yun, can soar into the world like my mother sooner or later, if I am scared by a pillar of beacon smoke, how embarrassing!"

"You also know that the spiritual root test will be in a few days!" the young woman brushed her hair, "In order to ensure that the spiritual root test passes, do you take the spiritual pill that your mother gave you every day?"

"Cultivating Pills?" Chu Yun took out a small bottle from his pocket, which contained some fiery red pills, but it had already bottomed out, and there were about seven or eight pills left, and he complained with a bitter face: "Mother, Yun'er is your biological son, so what else is there to worry about with the fire spirit bloodline? I have to force me to eat these Cultivation Pills, after swallowing them, my stomach will be on fire, and I will die of discomfort!"

This is called Chu Yun's child, his face is immature, he looks like he is three or four years old, and he talks in a set way, like a little adult.

The young woman said: "You are the biological son of your mother, it is true that I, Yan Fengling, am the last saintess of the Yan Relic, and the excellence of the Fire Spirit Root is definitely the top in the entire Yan Relic Island." Even the spiritual root of the current saint Dai'er is slightly inferior to her mother. However, there are no absolutes in everything! Who can guarantee that your bloodline will definitely be suitable for the cultivation of our clan's exercises. After all, he is not our Yan Relic bloodline, maybe your bloodline is not known with him. After speaking, a trace of melancholy appeared in the depths of his eyes.

"Hehe," Chu Yun said with a smile, "The sons of the saints have never been able to cultivate." My mother was too worried. But is that the one you just talked about, is that him?"

The young woman nodded, and said again, "What is he not him, that's your father!" ”

"Daddy?" Chu Yun muttered, his immature face had a hint of loss, and then he said angrily: "Brother Peng has a father, teach him to cultivate." The dog also has a father who teaches him to fish. Yuhua also has a father who helps him catch cicadas. Yun'er only has a mother, no father!"

Seeing her son's expression, Yan Fengling's expression darkened, "Your father went to a far away place, it's not that he doesn't want to hurt you, he really can't take care of it." As he spoke, his fiery red eyes glanced at Chu Yun, and he was furious again, and he shrugged his eyebrows and was about to fight: "Oh, the clothes I just sewn for you are ruined like this, and my face is torn." Chu Yun, do you know how difficult it is to sew such a set of clothes. I'm really angry, my mother has to pick your skin today!"

After finishing speaking, Yan Fengling rolled up her sleeves and was ready to move, until Chu Yun screamed in shock, ran away lifelessly, returned home all the way, hid under the bed, stroked her chest and gasped: "It's dangerous, it's dangerous, fortunately it's fast, if you are caught up by your mother, the little fart will suffer again!"

Yan Fengling chased Chu Yun angrily, and was so startled that the little guy hugged his head and ran away, and he didn't have the heart to care about anything else, and it was estimated that he had long forgotten his resentment towards his father, so he smiled proudly, you are a three-year-old little doll, will the old lady not be able to catch up with you?

However, every time I talk about Chu Yun's father, I have to try my best to divert this kid's attention, which is really tiring.

The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, Chu Yun is young, but he has never enjoyed his father's love, whenever he hears the sweetness of other children's "Daddy, Daddy", when he thinks of Yun'er's expression that can't hide his loss, Yan Fengling's heart has inexplicably pain.