As the name suggests, Yunwu Mountain is famous for its clouds and mist. Whenever the sun rises, the entire mountain is surrounded by clouds and mist, making it look like a dream, fantasy or fairyland.
Speaking of this Yunwu Mountain, not only people in Beijing, but also people all over the country are familiar with it.
This kind of fame is not the unique cloud and mist scenery. This kind of scenery is actually very common and can be found in many mountains. The Yunwu Mountain is famous for the exquisite villas built on the mountains.
The villa is three stories high, and apart from being a little more refined, there is nothing special about it, but one word cannot stand it: expensive!
There are more than 300 villas built in Yunwu Mountain, and the prices get more expensive as you go up.
Even the lowest-priced villa near the bottom of the mountain costs 5 billion Singapore dollars. Without a certain status, you may not be able to buy it even if you have money.
A villa costs at least 5 billion. Anyone who hears it will think it’s crazy.
Five billion, even in a place like Shangjing, where there are crouching tigers and hidden dragons, not many people can spend so much money at once.
Of course, no one is a fool, and expensive things have their own reasons.
Although Yunwu Mountain looks like an ordinary mountain peak, it is actually a legendary place of cultivation.
Since the emergence of different worlds, there have been various theories of blessed places for cultivation. One thing that all blessed places have in common is that they are rich in spiritual energy.
However, most of these blessed places are in places where human beings rarely visit and monsters are infested, so they cannot be used by humans.
It is extremely rare to appear in the base city.
And Yunwu Mountain is one of them.
A professional organization has calculated that the spiritual energy content in Yunwu Mountain is one-fifth higher than the normal value in the outside world, and at the top of Yunwu Mountain, the spiritual energy concentration there is even one-quarter higher than the normal value in the outside world.
For cultivators, practicing here for four days is equivalent to practicing for five days outside. Although it may not seem to be much different, over time and over time, the difference is measured in years.
Being one year ahead may very well be the difference between excellence and genius.
Even people without martial arts talent can keep fit and live longer by living here all year round.
At this time, Villa No. 46 is halfway up the mountain.
"Say it."
In the brightly lit room, rising green smoke lingers, sandalwood is spread all over the room, and there is a large rosewood marble case with various celebrity dharma stickers, ten-direction inkstones, and various brush holders, giving the room an antique feel.
The sturdy figure stood quietly by the window looking at the brightly lit night scene in the distance.
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure turned around, and it was an old man.
The old man was wearing a beige Tang suit and looked to be in his fifties. He was extremely tall, initially estimated to be 1.9 meters tall, and had a very strong build. His long black hair and delicate skin showed no signs of age at all.
In front of the old man, a middle-aged man in a gray suit stood respectfully, as straight as a spear. He looked at the notebook in his hand and replied: "There are 47 people in this investigation, three of them met the assessment standards, and two
One person has an evaluation of B, and one person has an evaluation of A.”
"Oh, there are still A's this year?" The old man raised his eyebrows, obviously showing a little interest.
"Which company is it from?"
"It belongs to the second young master, his name is Yang Jingming."
After the man finished speaking, he continued to introduce: "Yang Jingming, male, sixteen years old, third year of high school, eighth-level physical education, cultural class score: 168, physical fitness score: 295, actual combat score: 135, total score: 598 points, excellent results, reaching
The standards of the nine elite joint schools.”
"The first time I participated in the Awakening Day, I was refining the eighth-grade Howling Moon Wolf."
"Character assessment: Firm and persistent, with clear plans for goals."
"Character flaws: too extreme, cruel personality."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the room fell into silence. After a while, the old man said:
"The talent is pretty good. I still have three months left. If I take him back and train him, I should be able to get admitted to the Hero Academy. Since I still have the surname Yang, I'm afraid I have plans to return to the family and take him back to the family to train him as soon as possible."
The old man's tone was calm. What he cared about was talent. He didn't care about the character flaws mentioned by the middle-aged man.
The more powerful a warrior is, the stronger his energy and blood will be, and the more courageous he will be in fighting.
Hunting monsters all year round, wandering on the edge of life and death, few have a good temper, everyone has character flaws, they are just different, it doesn't matter as long as they are not perverted personalities.
Being able to be evaluated as A-level is the standard for entering the three major hero academies.
As for Class B, that is the standard for entering the nine elite joint schools.
For many families, a child's admission into the nine elite joint schools is the beginning of a meteoric rise. For most families, it is also a child worth cultivating. But for a proud family like the Yang family, it is just a matter of good talent.
That’s all.
Although the two B-levels had good talents, they were not qualified to let him interfere. The middle-aged man obviously knew this, so he didn't say much.
"Well, I understand."
The middle-aged man responded.
"By the way, I remember that Thirteen also has an illegitimate child? How old is he this year?"
After a while, just as the man was about to walk out of the room, the old man suddenly asked.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man stopped and flipped through the notes in his hand: "Lin Feng, male, sixteen years old, seventh-level physical training, cultural score: 189 points, physical score: 212 points, actual combat score: 150 points,
The total score is 551 points, which is above average and does not meet the admission qualifications of the nine elite joint schools."
"It was my first time to participate in the Awakening Day, and my awakening failed."
"Character assessment: Firm character, precocious and steady."
"Character flaw: slightly withdrawn and unsociable."
"Comprehensive assessment grade C!
After saying that, the man stood there and waited quietly.
"C-level, what a pity."
The white-haired old man shook his head and said in a slightly regretful tone: "Lin Feng! And motherhood?"
"If you can reach the seventh level of physical cultivation without the assistance of resources, your strength is pretty good, but without inheriting Lao Qi's soul cultivation talent, you cannot refine demon spirits, and there is no value in cultivating them."
After saying that, the old man waved: "Go out and bring those three boys back. As for the other B-level and below, they have no value for training. The person responsible for evaluation can call back."
"yes!"
The man nodded, knowing what he meant by calling him back.
A big family like the Yang family has many illegitimate children or illegitimate daughters who are not accepted by the family because of their romantic behavior or other reasons. When these children grow up to sixteen years old, the family will send out special personnel to assess them.
According to the evaluation, only those who reach level B or above can return to the family.
Those with poor qualifications will be completely abandoned by the family from today on, and will no longer pay attention to them.
He didn't have any mood swings about this. He reported this kind of thing once a year and was used to it.
…
In the dark night, it was as if endless thick ink was heavily smeared on the sky, not even the glimmer of stars.
At two o'clock in the morning, the temperature suddenly turned cold. In his sleep, Lin Feng frowned and looked a little uneasy.
In a daze, a cold current suddenly surged from his chest, getting colder and colder, as if there were ice cubes there that were about to freeze him.
At this time, my ears seemed to be blocked by water, and the beating of my heart echoed in my ears.
"here we go again!"
Shivering all over, Lin Feng immediately woke up from his sleep, his eyes were clear and there was no trace of sleepiness anymore.
He first turned on the desk lamp. The light of the desk lamp was very weak and would not attract the attention of the monster. Lin Feng first checked whether the door was locked, and then felt relieved.
Lin Feng took off his shirt. His muscular body did not look very strong, but his figure was as smooth as a cheetah. Every inch of his muscles gave people the feeling of the hardest stone. Wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, he stood almost naked on the ground.
, looking down at his chest.
I saw a fist-sized shadow quietly appearing on Lin Feng's abdomen, becoming increasingly clear, like a dark shadow that was constantly struggling.
"Damn nightmare, it comes so many times in one night." In the silent night, Lin Feng cursed with a gloomy face.
Today, on the day of awakening, he cast the evil seal, which caused serious blood loss in the body. Not long after eating, after a brief conversation with his mother, Lin Feng washed up and did not practice as usual. Instead, he returned to the room and took a nap after a while.
Fell asleep.
Because the body recovers faster while sleeping.
But what he didn't expect was that almost every hour, a violent and cold emotion would suddenly appear in his mind, causing him to toss and turn, and finally wake up.
Insomnia caused him to be in a bad mood, irritable and irritable.
"We have to refine it quickly!"
Looking at the struggling figure in his abdomen, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel a little chilly in his heart.
Although he couldn't see inside with his current strength, he could feel that the evil seal had begun to loosen.
The bloody cage built of blood and spiritual power is gradually disintegrating, and I'm afraid it won't last long.
"It must be refined within two months, otherwise the consequences will be serious." Lin Feng looked solemn.
I originally thought that even if I couldn't refine this nightmare, at most I would lose some of my blood essence, which I could make up for with some time and energy without endangering my life.
But now he realizes that he was wrong.
How wrong!
At this time, the dark and deep shadow in the dantian of his abdomen was stained with strange blood lines, and those blood lines were wandering around the shadow's body.
At this time, the nightmare has been partially assimilated by his blood.
At this time, he could no longer easily divide it.
This means that if I cannot refine it, nor can I drive it out of my body, there is a possibility that it will be refined by that nightmare.