Under the clear blue sky, the vast Yunchuan Continent lay lazily on its side. From afar, you can only see the vast and hazy horizon on the horizon. Yunchuan Continent's revealing posture is not seen.

Here, it is a place where people, fairies, demons and demons coexist. The sun is shining, and the rain is raining. The high terrain is undulating, clustered into majestic and majestic mountains, reaching into the sky. Write a passionate river, galloping wantonly. The sea is blue and unfathomable.

Legend has it that this was once the kingdom of the gods.

Legend has it that the underworld is also lurking here.

Now, this majestic and vibrant continent is full of all kinds of mortal realms, disturbing all kinds of mortal realms.

But more often than not, it is either standing majestically on the top of the handsome mountains and steep peaks, or the fairy aura is arrogantly suspended in the clouds, or diving deep into the sea and mysterious immortal cultivators.

Most of the sects of immortal cultivation are independent of the world, and they do not want to be contaminated with the disorderly thoughts of mortals, and they are worried about the trivial things that are not enough for the Tao, and the ordinary life is always mediocre and disturbing. The immortals and immortals are all dedicated to the Tao, understanding and cultivating the truth, in order to fly immortals as soon as possible.

The mortal realm is accustomed to seeing immortals flying around, so it is not surprising. Even if he yearns for it, he is either not strong enough, he is born without the qualifications to cultivate immortals, or he is greedy for red dust and drunk dreams of death, or he is afraid of the hardships and loneliness of cultivating immortals, so he has to look at the back of the immortals, leaving all kinds of sighs in vain.

Naturally, some children in these kingdoms are excluded. Every once in a while, there will be some sects of immortal cultivation that select disciples in the mortal realm, go through many tests, and select those with excellent qualifications as incense or firewood for the continuation of the sect.

Some of the older people will make exceptions to squeeze into the selection, stand out, and become immortals.

There is always an anomaly.

Qingwu country, with clear waters and green mountains, is also an outlier.

In such an immortal world as the Yunchuan Continent, wrapped in the vigorous cultivation of immortals, the Qingwu Kingdom had almost no contact with the immortal realm, and had not been subjected to any immersion. In the land of projectiles on the edge of the Yunchuan Continent, there have never been immortals visiting on weekdays, let alone selecting children. Since the founding of the country, there has never been an immortal.

Immortal fate seems to have nothing to do with it.

In the world where all immortals cultivate true qi, the people of Qingwu are like frogs at the bottom of a well, only advocating martial arts and cultivating some internal forces that are not enough to gather true qi. When the immortals carried the secret book of cultivating the truth, controlled the magic weapon, and flew over the mountains and rivers, the people of Qingwu would only fly the eaves and walk the walls, seeking a higher level of martial arts.

The country is safe and stable, and the people are peaceful, and the singing and dancing are peaceful. The water in the pool is average, and the water waves are not alarmed every day.

Year after year, year after year.

It's just that in the past ten years, the underwater undercurrent of this pond has surged, rising every night, and the whole country has gradually shaken.

The imperial palace of Qingwu is in the center of the vortex, and the face is still very stable, magnificent and magnificent. The high eaves are stacked on top of each other, and the solemn pavilions have yellow walls and red tiles.

In the meantime, there was a few whispers in the west corner of the palace room. A tender white arm stretched out from the edge of the bed.

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Yun Xuan, a big insect in the twenty-first century, woke up lying on a bed with red carvings, and closed his eyes and hummed a few times.

Another dreamless night.

Comfortable.

The hair in the ears was soft and fragrant, and yesterday's bubble bath was refreshing, and the pores of the whole body were greatly opened with smiling faces, and the soul trembled with moisture, and shouted over and over again:

"It's cool! I finally got the school of my dreams, and I saw the rainbow after the storm, and the exam was a passerby, quack. Beautiful men, wait for the whitewash, the sisters are here!"

Touching the soft quilt under him, Yun Xuan pursed the corners of his shy lips and smiled, and the eyeballs covering his eyelids rolled visibly a few times.

"Son, ah, good son, are you still alive?"

A pair of trembling big hands suddenly put on her shoulders and shook them vigorously, "Good son, woo, good son, open your eyes and look at your father, the miscellaneous family is not afraid." ”

A few old tears fell on his face, and Yun Xuan hurriedly pulled his still heavy eyelids and opened his eyes. Usually when she lies in bed, this old lady is at most patient to drag her dead dog, pulling her arms and legs under the bed. When is it time to play the bitter drama!

The few teardrops that fluttered and sprinkled washed away dozens of pieces of eye cream from the ocean, and what was lost was the shining eyes of the old lady.

"Wow, what a face. When he raised his eyes, Yun Xuan suddenly met a big white face with red eyes, and he didn't see the demeanor of the old lady's duck egg face at all. It's so edema, what kind of trouble is it going to make!

"Good son, it's okay if you're okay, it's really scared to death, woo. The tearful man lay down in front of him, and the teardrops were like a surging river, and they were endless.

"Hmm......" Yun Xuan heard him call the miscellaneous family, but he said that the old lady was addicted to court dramas. At this moment, his fingers hurt and his chest was tightened, so he had to pant and push the sobbing man away.

The tears of the people in front of him flickered, speechless and affectionate. Yun Xuan was suddenly shocked in his heart, he was not an old lady!

Although his face is intimate, his skin is delicate, and his hair is black, this person, this person is clearly a man! Look at the Adam's apple rolling up and down, the fingers thick and powerful, and the burly body is worthy of two old ladies. What about the old lady?

Yun Xuan jumped forward and tried to roll over and get out of bed. Unexpectedly, he was as light as a swallow, floated a few meters away in the blink of an eye, hit his head on the south wall, and slipped down against the wall with his eyes in gold.

"Good son, are you okay, but it hurts?" "Grandma Wolf" leaned over, fished her back to the bed, warmly smoothed her chest, and laid her down.

Yun Xuan glared at him in horror, this thing has kung fu, real kung fu.

"Child, I'm sorry for you. The old wolf caressed Yun Xuan's face with pity, and his big palms roamed around unscrupulously.

Yun Xuan raised his hands and feet to resist vigorously. Men and women don't kiss, the old man eats her tofu in the daytime, and if she eats it again, she will become tofu scum.

"Stinky ......"

"Father-in-law Xuan, you can serve you in Yifei Niangniang. The word "Yunxuan" and "hooligan" had not yet been exported, but I heard a little father-in-law outside calling softly.

"Good son, stay alive, don't make a sound. Grandma Wolf pulled the quilt and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for Yun Xuan.

"Don't be afraid, with Daddy here, you won't have any more accidents. Don't run away again, Daddy will keep you safe. Grandma Wolf said a few words and flashed out of the room in a few steps.