Tian Yuan

When you walk out, what comes into view is the scene of sunset, like countless colorful ribbons entangled together in a random pattern. Sometimes the wind blows and the sea of ​​clouds surges.

"Even though dusk falls, there will always be dawn."

Chen Qingyuan raised his head slightly and looked at the rosy clouds in the sky.

It is visible to the naked eye that the night is like a huge palm, covering the world. The so-called beautiful scenery is all swallowed up, and the breeze is no longer so pleasant, hiding a hint of coolness.

This catastrophe seems to be happening right before our eyes.

Although Chen Qingyuan's charm is stunning, in the eyes of many people it is just the last afterglow, and will soon become a speck of dust in the long river of history.

After overcoming the disaster and breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly, you will welcome the dawn and embark on a new journey.

"Someone is waiting for me." Chen Qingyuan walked slowly to the lakeside, holding a pot of fine wine in his left hand, and put it into his mouth, the aroma of wine filled his nose. Looking at the horizon, there was a trace of sadness and longing: "This time, I can only succeed, not fail."

The strong liquor goes down the throat and stimulates the lungs.

The soul-wrenching pain of setting up the formation and entering the game was completely suppressed by the alcohol.

The intense pain that drove Zhu Wulang crazy and caused him to lose consciousness did not cause the slightest psychological shock to Chen Qingyuan, who remained calm and composed from beginning to end.

"The ultimate waste body, not only the body but also the soul has been abandoned by the avenue, it is quite rare."

The reason why Chen Qingyuan found Zhu Wulang was partly due to fate, and the other reason was the special nature of his disabled body.

Generally speaking, if a mortal who cannot practice cultivation encounters a great opportunity or a great preacher, his fate will definitely change.

There is only a very small group of people who seem to be cursed and forgotten by the Great Dao. It is nothing but a foolish dream for them to embark on the path of cultivation.

"Back then, Emperor Taiwei opened up a new path with his own strength. How much hardship did he endure? How much suffering did he endure?"

Chen Qingyuan couldn't help but think of this and was filled with awe.

"I think we'll see each other again."

I really want to clink glasses with Emperor Taiwei and discuss the past and present.

After a period of wandering thoughts, he returned to reality, lowered his eyebrows, looked at his feet, and smiled faintly.

"Wan'er, you stay at home and practice well."

Chen Qingyuan planned to go out alone and gave some instructions before leaving.

"Yes, Master."

Tang Wan'er hurriedly walked out of the house, bowed and greeted him respectfully.

The old ox woke up immediately and stopped sleeping. He hurried towards Chen Qingyuan, fearing that he would be punished for not doing something well.

"This is an entry-level book on body-building techniques. Study it slowly. If you don't understand, wait until I come back." Chen Qingyuan threw out a yellowed book, which happened to float in front of the old ox and froze in mid-air. "Don't be lazy, or I'll peel off your skin and sell it at the market to exchange for two pots of wine."

"Moo!"

Upon hearing this, the old ox's strong body trembled noticeably a few times, and it groaned loudly, saying that he would study hard and begging his master not to sell him.

The books given to the old ox were carefully selected by Chen Qingyuan. Although they are introductory books, they are very suitable for the old ox at this stage, so as to lay a solid foundation.

A tall building rises from the ground but if its foundation is unstable, it won't go far.

Chen Qingyuan cares very much about the people around him.

Of course, if you have nothing to do on weekdays, you have to be wary of Chen Qingyuan, as you can be easily deceived.

"If you don't meet my expectations, I will give you your freedom."

There are some things that Chen Qingyuan must make clear to Lao Huangniu.

The road ahead will become more and more difficult. If the old workhorse cannot become successful, he will only become a burden to Chen Qingyuan.

Even if it is a mount, it must have the strength to look down on the heroes of the world, otherwise, how can it conquer the Divine Bridge, touch the other side, and break the shackles of the Eternal Avenue.

"Master, I will try my best, please don't drive me away."

This time the old ox stopped grunting. Instead, it knelt on the ground with its front legs and begged in human language.

"I have paved the way for you. If you can't go on, it means that the fate between you and me has ended here."

After playing around for so many years, it’s time to get down to business. Chen Qingyuan must make things clear with the old worker.

After saying that, he took a step forward and stepped firmly into the void.

After the second step, Chen Qingyuan's figure reached the horizon and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

At this moment, the old ox was deeply aware of the crisis. After standing up, his eyes became extremely determined. No matter how much suffering he had to endure, he had to get the recognition of his master.

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In a strange place, far away from Changjin State, the spiritual energy is thin and there are basically no practitioners to be seen.

A remote mountain village with beautiful scenery, isolated from the world.

There are dozens of families living here, and each family has several pieces of fertile land on which they make a living.

Tonight, a peasant woman who has been pregnant for ten months is about to give birth.

The only midwife in the village rushed over and the women from the surrounding neighborhood came to help.

After working for a long time, a baby's cry echoed through the sky, startling the birds and beasts lurking in the darkness.

Fortunately, mother and child are safe.

Not far away in the village, Chen Qingyuan witnessed all this with a calm expression and remained silent.

A few years later, there was a little boy jumping back and forth in the fields. He was wearing a rough cloth clothes that had been patched many times, covered with mud and dust, and had a big hole in it. No one knew where it was torn, and he would definitely be scolded by his mother when he got home.

"The vague memory gradually becomes clear."

On the surface, Chen Qingyuan was watching Zhu Wulang's first reincarnation, but in fact, through the faint hint of reincarnation in his body, he was reviewing his own past.

Sometimes when he became interested, Chen Qingyuan no longer sat on the top of the mountain looking down, but pretended to be a lost stranger, walked into the village and observed closely.

The villagers were enthusiastic and although they lived in poverty, they were still willing to take out their most precious eggs, cook them and pass them to Chen Qingyuan as a token of friendship and goodwill.

The kid next to them was watching, swallowing his saliva, and his greedy look was hilarious.

This little kid is Zhu Wulang, who is in his lively and active period.

"for you."

Chen Qingyuan couldn't refuse the villagers' kindness, so he divided the egg into two, gave the larger part to Zhu Wulang, and ate the smaller part himself, without wasting it.

"Thank you."

Zhu Wulang looked at his parents and got their permission before accepting it. He also bowed politely.

"This is something from your house. I should be the one saying thank you."

Chen Qingyuan rubbed Zhu Wulang's head and smiled.

At this time, Zhu Wulang only knew that the egg in his mouth was delicious, and he didn't understand many things.

The couple invited Chen Qingyuan to stay for one night and showed him the way out of the village.

The next day, under the gaze of many people, Chen Qingyuan left.

Soon, the village returned to its former tranquility.

The people living here work from sunrise to sunset and rest from sunset to sunrise. Although they are poor, they are free from disasters and are happy.

A few years later, a wailing sound was heard in the village.

Zhu Wulang, who was eight years old, died of illness. Everyone in the village looked sad and regretful.