Back Mountain Villa.

Outside the brocade pavilion with deep bamboos, the shade of the trees provides a cool summer breeze.

The old man holding a young branch was sitting on a futon in the pavilion with his eyes closed and meditating, with incense curling up beside him. Under the shade of a tree outside the pavilion, the young Zican was concentrating on reading. The other courtyard was quiet and quiet, with only his husband and his student.

The entire hill is covered by a mysterious formation, gathering spiritual energy in other courtyards to quietly improve Zican's foundation.

Bamboo mat, desk, futon, as well as the fairy book and sword on the table.

Studying is boring, but the content in the book makes the little boy deeply immersed in it. There is no rotten things in the book, and there is no concept of compassion for others. Practice is supplementary, and striving for hegemony is the main thing.

There was an insect in the bamboo forest outside the pavilion about to chirp. Suddenly, a green bamboo leaf was nailed to the bamboo silently and instantly, cutting the insect into two pieces.

The old man in Jinting retracted his finger.

On the first and fifteenth day of every lunar month, professors train students, and the rest of the time they study by themselves. How can they be allowed to be disturbed by ants and insects?

Zi Can, who was concentrating on his study, concentrated his attention and did not notice that an insect had died inexplicably.

Looking at the students, the old man stroked his beard and seemed to be smiling.

When a catastrophe occurs, countless people with good fortune must be born in response to the catastrophe. Some are strong and some are weak. However, before they are born, they are destined to be the final protagonists of the catastrophe. The struggle in the later stage is equally important, but due to their different origins, their starting points are also different, and their conditions are good.

Those who have great success will skyrocket to success, while those with poor conditions can only work hard and play supporting roles.

The mysterious old man might not be too lazy to bother and simply choose the most suitable training.

Choosing Zican proved to be the right one.

Born with intelligence, genius-like cultivation aptitude, and able to endure hardship.

The most important thing is that having a good background can save you a lot of trouble.

Being a descendant of the Yin and Shang dynasties can gain great righteousness in the fight for hegemony, which seems to have nothing to do with cultivation strength, but sometimes the false reputation can play an unimaginable role.

It's not scary to be from a good background and have good qualifications. What's scary is that you're smart and can endure hardships.

if……

If you can have the ability to see through the past and the future, why bother to make calculations?

In a trance, I feel as if I have returned to a distant ancient era. It was an era of mythical beasts and ferocious beasts. It was not as stable as it is today, but it was the most splendid and magnificent. Although it is good now, it is always boring, numb and decayed, like a pool of stagnant water.

History is all clouds and smoke of the past.

Today, we can only get a glimpse of those years in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Thinking of the incredible ability to look at the past and the future, one can never ignore the Dragon Court that was destroyed in ancient times. As a participant, the old man has always felt uneasy in his heart. The final outcome of the Dragon Court was beyond the expectations of all the planners, especially the reputation.

The whereabouts of the Longting Emperor and Empress are unknown, which feels like a thorn in my heart.

It is said that the eyes of the emperor and the empress can look at the past and the future...

Many people participated in the destruction of the Dragon Court, but very few survived. Although it was tragic, it successfully ended the rampage of the sacred beasts and created opportunities for the human race to rise.

I recalled a lot at once.

It wasn't until he noticed someone approaching that he sighed and exited the memory.

It was Zi Can's father and Zi Qi who came. They were afraid of disturbing the old immortal's tranquility and did not bring their servants with them. They walked through the winding path to the other courtyard with their thoughts full of thoughts.

Before long, Zican also heard the sound of his father's footsteps and looked up at the teacher.

The old man shook the green branches gently, and Zi Can, who was studying, seemed to be isolated from the rest of the world.

I couldn't hear any sounds from outside, and all I saw was the teacher taking a nap. I thought the previous footsteps were an illusion.

The old man waved his hand, which was as delicate as a baby despite his age. A low table and a tea set were added to the pavilion. The kettle boiled, tea leaves were poured in, and a cup of tea was poured leisurely.

Zi Qi, the governor of Moyi, bowed his head slightly and came to Jinting.

Glancing at his son, he saw that the colorful stream of light was covering him up, and he knew it was a magical trick, probably to avoid delaying his studies.

Bow and bow.

"Shangxian, this junior has important matters that cannot be decided."

Hearing this, the old man smiled and drank tea.

Cold sweat broke out on Zi Qi's back. The old god didn't say no, nor did he say he would help. This...

He gritted his teeth and continued.

"The royal family is fatuous, the princes from all walks of life are fighting endlessly, and evil spirits are raging. Zi Qi cannot bear the suffering of the people and wants to send out troops to kill all the evildoers, so as to find a way for the people of Li to survive. He also asks for the guidance of the immortal."

Zi Qi knew that he was not the son of luck, but his son was, so he wanted to lay the foundation as much as possible while his health was still good, so that that day would come as soon as possible.

I bent down, lowered my head, and waited for a long time but didn't hear the god's reply.

His throat was throbbing, and sweat from his temples slid down his cheeks to his chin and dropped again. He couldn't guess what the immortal was thinking.

In order to buy more time for his son, Zi Qi hoped to get advice from the old god on the timing of sending troops, the direction of attack, or to recruit the help of experts.

Now I'm a little confused.

After a long time, the old man finally spoke.

"I once said that it is better to seek gods and immortals than to strive for self-improvement."

He pondered for a moment.

"Remember, you can't place your hopes on gods and demons. The decision-making power must be in your own hands. Otherwise, you will always be just a puppet slave at your mercy."

Zi Qi, who was hunched over, was stunned, followed by shock and deep guilt.

"Junior... Junior... the Immortal is truly a saint!"

In the past, although Zi Qi was respectful on the surface, deep down he had a strange feeling of dealing with the gods.

You use the abilities of the gods to gain capital for your hegemony, while the gods rely on your own forces to obtain the luck and destiny needed to improve your cultivation. Each one just takes what they need.

I really didn't expect that this old immortal who has always refused to reveal his name has the heart of a saint.

His words were like thunder, and his spirit of selfless dedication made Ziqi feel deeply guilty. He was so moved that he called him a saint.

The old god was still stroking his beard with his hands, but still smiling.

Poof, Ziqi knelt down and kowtowed, his official hat and feathers touching the ground.

This time I was really convinced.

"Get up, there is an old saying in the world that a man has gold at his knees, alas..."

"Yes, this junior will follow the teachings of the Immortal."

This time Zi Qi stood up and straightened his back much.

The old man took a sip of fragrant tea.

"When there are hard-to-make decisions, you can only think of a solution on your own. Never place your hopes on gods, demons, demons, or monsters. I can only guide you but cannot make decisions for you. This is God's will, and I am also following the way of Heaven."

"Junior, I understand, saints are righteous."

"Shan, when will the seal of that secret realm be opened?"

"It will take some time, saint. Could it be that the secret realm is...is..."

Mentioning the ancient ruins of the Holy Mountain, Ziqi was in awe and wanted to confirm whether it was as he had guessed. If it was confirmed, then how to contact him next would be a problem. Not mentioning his ancestors, there was no similar incident found throughout the history of the human race.

.

The old man nodded carefully.

"The ancient overlord-level species was thought to be extinct, but unexpectedly it is still alive. It is indeed an immortal phoenix."

Zi Qi's heart beat hard again. He was fighting for hegemony. Why did he provoke these unfathomable ancient creatures...

The water vapor in the fragrant tea was misty, and the old man's expression could not be seen clearly.

"They hold a treasure in their hands that will help you succeed."

"saint……"

Ziqi could not imagine what a treasure it was.

There was a hint of sinisterness and coldness in the depths of the old man's eyes, but he concealed it very well.

"It's a pity that the time has not come yet. In addition to the Phoenix, the former lord of all realms should also pay attention. The appearance of the dragon and the phoenix will add more help. Yes, it is the Dragon Clan, the only dragon girl who has ever appeared in the world. She is very likely to control a huge army.

Elite army."

"this……"

"Zi Can has a long way to go in the future, and we must lay a foundation for him. In a few days, I will go on a long trip to find treasures for Zi Can to improve his qualifications. Don't be lazy, go as soon as possible."

He waved his hand to indicate that all that needed to be said was said.

"Yes, I will say goodbye, junior."

The excited Zi Qi left with his head held high, and what was to follow was a battle with almost no end in sight.
Chapter completed!