A five-year-old Daluo Jinxian? I simulated binding with the prehistoric world.

[Readers, please be patient and read on. It is definitely a five-year-old Daluo Jinxian. ]

[Note: It is not a five-year-old Daluo Jinxian at the beginning. It is carried out in two lines with the simulated world. ]

[The first day of the first show is not bad. Please be more patient and don't take it too seriously. The prehistoric world is originally fictional. A thousand people have a thousand prehistoric worlds in their minds. ]

[Don't give up the book in a hurry. It will become more and more exciting later. I have saved 400,000 words. Don't worry about it. I will never stop. ]

Tianxuan Continent.

Dongzhou.

Qingyun Sect.

In the sky, from time to time, there are cultivators flying on swords, which is a prosperous scene of the holy land of immortals.

Yuheng Peak, in front of a somewhat shabby hall.

Ye Changsheng sat quietly on the steps, holding a string of candied haws in his hand.

His eyes were somewhat confused, and he muttered to himself:

"Five years, five years already, am I really going to just eat and wait for death like this?"

"Isn't this too embarrassing for the time travelers?"

Yes, Ye Changsheng is a time traveler.

He traveled to this fantasy world and became the youngest peak master in the history of Yuheng Peak of Qingyun Sect.

How young is he?

Five years old.

A five-year-old peak master of a sect looks very impressive at first glance.

In fact, he is a little helpless.

Five years ago, Ye Changsheng accidentally traveled to this world and became a baby.

What's even more outrageous is that he is an abandoned baby.

He was abandoned by his parents in the wilderness.

Ye Changsheng looked at his little arms and legs, and the joy he had just felt when he traveled through time was gone.

In this wilderness,

You don't even need a large beast like a tiger, even a few mice can eat you up without leaving any residue.

Even if you are not eaten by a beast, you will still die without food.

Ye Changsheng was unwilling to die like this.

His strong desire to survive made him cry loudly.

He wanted to take a gamble.

This time, he made the right bet.

Taoist Xuan, who was traveling outside, happened to pass by and heard the baby crying. He rescued him and brought him back to Yuheng Peak.

As a time traveler, Ye Changsheng had memories of his past life, so he could speak at one month old, write poems at three months old, write at six months old, and became a famous child prodigy in Dongzhou at one year old.

Everyone called him a little immortal.

In this way, Qingyun Sect regarded him as the hope of the sect.

They all expected this little immortal to shine on the road of cultivation, crush an era, and lead Qingyun Sect to create glory.

Even Taoist Xuan, who was always serious and rigid, was full of infinite expectations in his heart, and praised him as a successor whenever he met someone.

Ye Changsheng, who was only two years old, was made the young peak master.

Taoist Master Daoxuan devoted his life to the way of cultivation and pursued the path of immortality with all his heart.

He spent all his life's efforts, but he failed to achieve his wish.

He hoped that Ye Changsheng would inherit his mantle and carry forward the lineage of Yuheng Peak.

But the reality slapped everyone hard.

As time went by, Taoist Master Daoxuan gradually discovered that although Ye Changsheng had extraordinary talents in literature and art, he was a complete loser in the matter of cultivation.

He actually had no spiritual roots in his body, just a mortal.

Faced with such a result, Taoist Master Daoxuan did not say anything, but could only sigh that fate was playing tricks on people.

Just when Taoist Master Daoxuan was about to pass away, perhaps out of pity for Ye Changsheng, or because of helplessness, or more likely because of a broken jar, he resolutely handed over the inheritance of Yuheng Peak to Ye Changsheng, a mortal who was only five years old at the time.

Since then, Ye Changsheng has become the master of Yuheng Peak.

His status in Qingyun Sect is extremely respected.

It's a pity that this is a world of immortal cultivation where strength is respected.

When Taoist Master Daoxuan was still alive, due to his reputation, everyone would give Ye Changsheng some face.

As soon as Taoist Master Daoxuan passed away, all the disciples of Yuheng Peak went to other peaks.

Now Ye Changsheng has completely become an "orphan".

Fortunately, the head of the sect, Sikong Zhaixing, asked the disciples of the outer sect Lingshan Hall to deliver three meals a day for Taoist Master Daoxuan.

So that he would not starve to death.

Just when he was lamenting the impermanence of life and the small intestines wrapped in the big intestines.

There was a sound of swords in the sky.

"Little Master, are you basking in the sun here?"

Ye Changsheng looked up and saw that it was Wan Puyu, but he didn't care about him and ate the candied haws by himself.

"It's good to get some sun, so you can grow taller."

A handsome young man came down from the flying sword, bowed to Ye Changsheng briefly, and said jokingly.

This man is Wan Puyu, a former disciple of Yuheng Peak, and now a direct disciple of Wei Aowu, the first master of Tianshu Peak.

Having reached the early stage of the Golden Core, he is one of the best disciples of the younger generation.

He is a pretty good person. He is not as rude as other disciples when they see him. Although he will inadvertently show a trace of disdain, he is still acceptable on the surface.

Ye Changsheng does not dislike him too much. After eating the last candied haws, he asked in a baby voice: "Master Wan, why did you come to my Yuheng Peak?"

Wan Puyu looked a little embarrassed. He touched his nose and said: "Master, don't blame us for abandoning you. As the saying goes: Good birds choose trees to roost. We also want a better environment for cultivation."

"I understand. I don't blame you." Ye Changsheng said lightly.

"Thank you for your understanding."

Wan Puyu hesitated and said: "It's like this. The head and the master asked me to ask Master Uncle if you will go to the disciple-recruiting meeting in three days?"

"Yes, why not. This is my first disciple-recruiting meeting after becoming the peak master. Of course I have to go." Ye Changsheng said lightly.

Wan Puyu was stunned at first. He didn't expect Ye Changsheng to go.

He thought, what is a mortal child like you doing?

But he had to consider his face, so he said, "Okay, uncle, I will report to the head and master right away."

He didn't think it was particularly strange, because Ye Changsheng was mature beyond his age.

He just felt that the five-year-old peak master sitting there would make others laugh and affect the reputation of Qingyun Sect.

"Wait." Wan Puyu was about to turn around and leave, but Ye Changsheng stopped him.

"Uncle, do you have anything else?"

"Well, you also know that I don't have magic power and can't control the flying sword. Come pick me up early in three days." Ye Changsheng said lightly.

Wan Puyu's face flashed with sarcasm, thinking: You also know that you don't have magic power? Then you still go to the disciple-recruiting conference. I really don't know what you think.

"I know, then I'll take my leave first." After saying that, he flew away on the sword.

Seeing Wan Puyu's contemptuous expression when he left, Ye Changsheng felt particularly uncomfortable.

People fight for a breath, Buddhas fight for a stick of incense.

He couldn't let people look down on him.

At this moment, a crisp reminder sound came from his mind.............