The old man waved his hand without warning, and suddenly the color of the heavens and the earth changed, the universe reversed, and the surrounding scene changed myriadly. When the picture stopped, Ye Xiu and the old man were already standing in a void and dark space.

"Little guy, do you know what a real strong man is?" The old man exuded a colorful glow, illuminating the void, standing side by side with Ye Xiu.

"The top of the independent mountain, proud of the crowd. Ye Xiu spoke quickly and said without thinking.

In his view, only the strongest is truly strong.

This answer cannot be said to be wrong, but it is not entirely true. The old man did not deny the view of night repair.

"Then in your old opinion, what is a real strong man?" At least strength is essential, but what about other strengths? Regarding this question, Ye Xiu really has never thought about it, after all, he is still a teenager.

"The strong are strong, the strong is just one of them, I have lived for more than 10,000 years, and I have guarded the human world for tens of thousands of years, how can this be a strong word to cover the coffin?"

Since the birth of the human race, from only knowing instinct to opening up spiritual wisdom, from primitive life to starting cultivation, from the beginning of the end to the establishment of heaven and earth, the old man has paid too much for the human race...

"Grandpa Zeng, you have lived for more than 10,000 years, but the records of human civilization have only been 10,000 years!"

The primitive era at the beginning of the birth of the human race has not been recorded by later generations, when the human race opened the spiritual wisdom, after the old man was born out of thin air, and the epiphany of the world, it officially entered the era of civilization.

Therefore, the record of human civilization began to be officially recorded only when the old man created the written word.

After the old man created the text, he named himself Xuanyuan, and even set up the ambition of Lingyun to support the heaven of the human race, so he named himself Qingtian. Later, he was revered by the world as the Holy Emperor of Xuanyuan.

"If it weren't for Grandpa Zeng's creation of writing and leading the human race from the primitive era into the era of civilization, I am afraid that there would not even be a record of 10,000 years. Xuanyuan Qingtian said proudly.

"Grandpa Zeng is powerful, but what does this have to do with the strong?" Ye Xiu was still puzzled.

"A person who has no skills, but no wisdom and no benevolence, can only be a strong man, and cannot be said to be a strong man, a real strong man, strength is essential, but in addition to strength, it should also have great wisdom and benevolence, to protect the world, protect the weak as their own responsibility, those who have both talent and virtue, and those who are loved by the world, are strong. Xuanyuan Qingtian's high-spirited words seemed to return to 10,000 years ago, the young man who stood on the top of the mountain and boasted about Haikou.

After hearing the words, Ye Xiu seemed to understand but did not understand, and in the end he could only be silent.

"Alas~ That's it, this matter will be discussed again, there is still the most important thing at the moment. Looking at the night cultivator who was frowning and thinking seriously, Xuanyuan Qingtian had to remind helplessly.

Then Xuanyuan Qingtian waved his hand again, and suddenly the void space lit up with three rays of light.

The first light dissipated, and a picture appeared out of thin air.

In the picture, there is a mansion in ruins, with severed limbs and wreckage everywhere, but in addition, there is only a young man covered in blood, standing unyieldingly on the square, quietly closing his eyes and looking up, feeling the coldness of the rain...

Just looking at the incomparably real picture in front of him, Ye Xiu could feel the sadness in his heart in the Independence Square, the young man drenched in the cold rain.

After a while, there was an extra person in the picture out of thin air, it was an old man in a golden robe, it was Xuanyuan Qingtian.

"Do you want revenge?" asked Xuanyuan Qingtian, looking into the boy's eyes.

"Think, can you help me?" said the young man without hesitation.

"I can't help you, but I can give you the power to take revenge. ”

Hearing this, the young man knelt directly on his knees, kept kowtowing to Xuanyuan Qingtian, and said loudly while kowtowing: "I beg my seniors to help me." ”

Suddenly, the picture turned, and Xuanyuan Qingtian had already led the boy to a peak shaped like a giant sword.

There was only one person living on the peak, a middle-aged and slender man.

Then the boy worshiped under the middle-aged man, and Xuanyuan Qingtian passed on a inheritance called "Tianyan Array Classic" to the boy.

At this point in the first picture, the second light dissipated, and the same picture was displayed in front of the two of them.

The second picture is quite different from the first, a huge family, lively, boiling, and happy.

At this time, in a decorated room, a woman was giving birth...

In a short time, the cry of the baby doll was already heard...

And at this time, the picture turns, the picture is an ancient secret room, in the middle of the secret room there is a huge alchemy furnace as black as ink, looking at its appearance, and the alchemy furnace used when night cultivation transforms the physique of the martial dragon, it is generally the same, the only difference is that the alchemy furnace used in night cultivation is a little smaller.

At this time, in the picture, around the alchemy furnace, there are men, women and children dressed in the same way, one of which is a mother and child, and the woman is the one who gave birth before.

"Now let the kids get tested. An old man standing in the middle of the house spoke.

Then a dozen children, men and women, one by one, put their little hands into the alchemy furnace...

Looking at the light of the alchemy furnace over and over again, the old man standing in the center was sometimes happy, sometimes sighing, sometimes shaking his head.

Finally, it was the turn of the boy next to the woman, and the boy, like the rest of the children, put his little hand into the alchemy furnace...

Suddenly, the alchemy furnace shook violently, and then purple smoke rose from the mouth of the furnace, and in an instant, people kept falling to the ground in the secret room...

"It's... This is a poisonous body..."The old man standing in the center looked at the boy with a shocked expression...

The picture turns again, the boy has grown into a teenager, at this time, he is standing alone on the edge of a peak cliff surrounded by a cloud and mist, "It was detected that it was a congenital poison, but it was spurned by the whole family... Why did God do this to me..."

After the young man shouted unwillingly, he closed his eyes and jumped.

However, the young man was steadily caught by an old man in a golden robe, "It is rare for the medicine family to produce a good seedling, but since it has been expelled and abandoned, it is really alive and coming back." Well, little ghost, I will help you obtain the legacy left by your ancestors. ”

The picture turned again, and Xuanyuan Qingtian had already led the boy into a small space full of fire and wood attribute mysteries.

In the small space, there is only a pitch-black alchemy furnace suspended in the small space, which looks the same as the previous one, but the body is a little smaller, but it is exactly the same as the alchemy furnace used for night cultivation.

At this time, the third group of light also dissipated, and the picture was an endless grassland, and a strange-looking middle-aged man on the grassland was hugging a delicate, plump woman.

"It's Shadow Fiend. Ye Xiu looked at the middle-aged man, and immediately said that the man's heels were none other than the shadow demon clan of the Demon Realm.

Just as the two of them were talking to each other, a group of people suddenly appeared around and surrounded them.

"Jin Xiulan, when are you still obsessed with it? There is a difference between humans and demons, why don't you quickly break off this evil relationship with us and other Hui clans?"

"No, I'm not going back, I really love Yinggou and I, Xiulan begs the clan elder to let me go. The woman, Jin Xiulan, pleaded bitterly with the old man in charge.

However, the leader of the old man was unmoved, and the iron-hearted heart ordered the shadow demon named Yinggou to be besieged.

The outbreak of World War I, after all, Yinggou was invincible with one punch and four hands, and was soon hit hard by the sneak attack of the old man at the head.

"No, don't, please, let go of Yinggou, I'm already pregnant with his child, the child can't live without a father... Please..."Jin Xiulan desperately protected Ying Gou, who was lying in a pool of blood, begging bitterly.

In the end, Jin Xiulan threatened with her life and let the group let go of Yinggou, but as a condition, Jin Xiulan had to return to the clan with them.

As soon as the picture turned, Jin Xiulan had given birth to a child in her womb, but the human and demon mongrels were not tolerated by the world after all, even if the boy was already a teenager, even if the boy was talented, he was still not recognized by the Jin family.

Every picture is a lonely figure of a teenager.

Until the next moment, the picture froze, and an old man told Jin Xiulan that the winning hook was dead.

Hearing the bad news, Jin Xiulan hugged the boy and cried bitterly, and finally raised her sword to kill herself in front of the young man.

The young man looked sluggish, his face was pale, looking at his mother who died in front of him, his sorrow rose from his heart, and tears flowed silently~

Just as the boy was desperate to follow in his mother's footsteps, an old man in a golden robe appeared out of thin air and took the boy away.

Ye Xiu looked at the three teenagers, different lives, different experiences, but they had the same, and for a while they felt a little short of breath and uneasy.

When Ye Xiu came back to his senses and looked at Xuanyuan Qingtian beside him, he was no longer half playful, but looked at Xuanyuan Qingtian with puzzled and panicked eyes.

"Your eyes... Did you notice something? Tell me about it. Feeling the eyes of Ye Xiu, Xuanyuan Qingtian didn't care, as if everything was expected.

"The boy who appears in the first picture is the old man Yeqian, right?"

"Not bad. Xuanyuan Qingtian nodded.

"The second is my master, Yao Wuji?"

Xuanyuan Qingtian nodded again. Then he said, "Third boy, you will meet soon." ”

"During the period when I came to the Dark Sea, did every time I meet people have anything to do with you?" started from Huofeng, but Lao Si step-father and son, and then Qin Susu, Mu Qing, Ye Changqing, Wei Changling, Wu Long, Lei family, Lu family......

"Yes, it was indeed deliberately arranged by me. "Since Ye Xiu has noticed it, Xuanyuan Qingtian has also admitted it calmly.

"What the hell do you want to do, old man, the three of them have met you, and you let me meet them, what is the purpose?" The more I thought about Ye Xiu, the more I felt that I was like a puppet controlled by the old man in front of me.

"Don't be nervous, it's not as complicated as you think, and it's not as bad as you think. Everything I do is for the rise and fall of the human race...

As far as I am concerned, the world is like a chess game, everyone in the world is my chess piece, I am the chess player in this world, and the people who play with me are myself, the people who are powerful with me, the whole world, and the six worlds.

However, there are so many people in the world, how few people can enter my chess game, and the people who can enter my chess game are all outstanding people in this world, and they are worthy of my training, and you are my most important chess piece.

But although you are my pawns, you are not my puppets, on the contrary, I hope that you can jump out of my chess game and follow me for the rise and fall of this world, and play chess !!."

Ten thousand years are like flowing water, Xuanyuan Qingtian only feels that these ten thousand years are too lonely, too disappointed...

And now, night cultivation is Xuanyuan Qingtian's only hope.

It is said that all living beings are suffering, but who dares to say that it is more bitter than this old man?

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