Legend has it that there are five continents in this world, one in the center and four around the arch. The continent in the middle is the largest, called Zhongdu, and the other four are only two-thirds of Zhongdu, which are called Beichen, Nanhuang, Xiling, and Dongyin.

In the very center of the capital, there is a mountain peak hidden in the clouds all the year round, it is so tall that no one knows its name, and no one has seen its true face, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is a vague area, only endless white connects the sky and the earth, blurring the boundaries and outlines of everything.

On the lonely peak, thousands of stars twinkle. I don't know when, the sky suddenly lit up with a star, it was only a little bit at first, but it became more and more bright, it turned out that it was approaching the lonely peak at high speed, about a stick of incense time later, a blazing white light descended on the peak of the lonely peak.

The clouds around Lone Peak were disturbed by the arrival of white light, and the initial calm was quickly rolled. A vague figure loomed through the white light, and only a man could be vaguely recognized. Cracks began to appear in the space around the figure, and soon spread like a silk web, and the space at the top of this peak could not withstand the pressure of the figure, and began to creak and collapse several times.

The figure seemed to notice the changes around him, and slowly converged the white light outside his body, revealing the appearance of a middle-aged man. He was slender, fair-skinned, and his hair as black as night was windless. There seemed to be flowing clouds fluttering in the white clothes. When the man takes one step forward, a few stars are extinguished in the sky, and a dozen are extinguished when he takes another step. The more steps you take, the greater the number of stars that go out, and when the man takes the last step, all the stars in the sky are gone.

In front of the man was a table with a piece of paper on it. The man bent over, pinched the brush with white fingers from his sleeves, and slowly wrote some words, and when he stopped, the ink was just gone.

"I'm the only one......" The man smiled bitterly and picked up the paper, looked up into the distance, at the end of his sight was a slowly rotating whirlpool, there seemed to be someone in the whirlpool, and at the moment when the man's eyes reached it, a divine thought came out of the whirlpool, and a hoarse voice slowly sounded "The hour has come." ”

The man closed his eyes and threw a piece of paper in his hand forward, the paper swung in the air along the wind, the white fragments fell off the paper, scattered and disappeared everywhere, and the last white paper was only left in the shape of a small sword, floating along the trajectory of the wind to the border of the Dongyin Continent, which is said to be the place where all the wind returns.

Next to the desk, the man's figure had disappeared, and the clouds and mist had invaded like a waterfall, without a trace, as if nothing had happened.

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There is a mountain range on the border of the Dongyin Continent called Duannian Mountain, and there is a small village called Fengyin Village at the bottom of the mountain. Where there is a strong wind blowing all the year round, according to the old man in the village, the wind of heaven and earth all return here, swallowed by the strange beasts in the broken mountain, the wind surges day by day, and the strange beasts do not come out of this mountain for a day.

The old and young in the village are born with the wind, grow with the wind, and pass away with the wind, the wind is their faith, although they don't know its taste, they don't know its shape, but a sense is enough.

There is a cold pool in the northeast of the village, the water of the pool is cold and biting all the year round, but it never freezes despite this, but the level of a pool is as quiet as a mirror, and there are no waves for many years. There is a bamboo hut on the side of Hantan, which is green and fresh. At this time, a rough-clothed young man was carrying a bamboo basket on his back and leaving the bamboo hut to walk towards the Broken Nian Mountain Range outside the village.

This young man has white lips and white teeth, clear and bright eyes, is not tall, and is only sixteen years old.

He was an orphan since he was a child, and the people of the village found him in the stream not far from the village, when he was a baby, and he was placed in a wooden basin and floated down the river, and happened to be found by the woman who was washing rice in the village and carried him back to the village.

The people in the village didn't know what his name was, and there was only one marriage contract in the wooden basin except for a piece of jade pendant. From the marriage contract, the villagers knew that the child's father was a tycoon who had signed a marriage contract with an official in a certain city. Other than that, there is nothing else.

The child was put in a wooden basin and brought by water, and it happened to be in this Fengyin Village, and the villagers named him Feng, and his single name was a word.

Somehow, the wind came from the small and sickly, the body was very weak, and when he was a child, the villagers let him live with a childless teacher, and the villagers helped each other and raised him. Since the death of Mr. Teaching two years ago, Fenglai has lived alone, but he has been able to support himself.

Fenglai has to go out every day to look for firewood and berries, the territory of the Jienian Mountain Range is vast, almost outlining a quarter of the outline of the Dongyin Continent, these people in Fengyin Village don't know about this, Fenglai doesn't know, they only know that everything needs everything in the mountains, and it is this mountain range that raises the livelihood of a village.

From Fengyin Village to the place where the wind is going to go back and forth for about two hours, the wind generally returns to the village when it happens to be evening, in the sunrise and sunset of Fengyin Village, evening means dinner, when the village several cooking smoke rises, and then dissipates, the night will come, the village people will all rest, so every time Fenglai goes out, he must rush back to the village before the evening, the night is too dangerous for him, even if he encounters a wolf, it is absolutely difficult to escape with the body bones of the wind.

After traveling for about an hour, Feng Lai entered the periphery of Broken Nian Mountain, where the grass and trees are lush, and there are countless insects, fish, birds and beasts.

Feng Lai had just raised the axe in his hand when a piano sound came from nowhere. Fenglai's raised hands paused in the air, wondering in his heart, he had been cutting wood here for many years, but he had never known that there were still people here, and where did the sound of the piano come from.

The curiosity in Fenglai's heart led him through the woods to a cave where an old man in white was stroking the piano with his eyes closed. Fenglai stood aside, and found that the sound of the piano was very beautiful, so he got drunk without saying a word, and I don't know how long it took, when the sound of the piano was gone, he came back to his senses, and at this time, the old man was staring at the wind with kind eyes. But then he frowned, he sighed lightly, and couldn't help but look the wind up and down.

Feng Lai didn't know what the old man's reason was, but his glance made him feel a little uncomfortable, since he was a child, except for a few days when he first came to the village, he hadn't been stared at by others for so long.

He was just about to ask, but the old man had already spoken, "Presumably Xiaoyou has been frail and sick since he was a child, what did the old man say?"

Fenglai was shocked in his heart, this old man only looked at his face but knew about it, he was really a capable person, so he replied decently, "Mr. is really a man of God, the kid is indeed weak, I don't know what the cause is?"

"You may not believe it, all living beings in heaven and earth have three souls and seven souls since the day of birth, but you have one less soul, only three souls and six souls, there are not many such people, even if you have, you can't live for a few years, you can get to such a field today, it is a great luck. ”