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The sun gradually sets, the afterglow dissipates, and endless darkness surges, submerging Qingmu Ridge in a darkness.

Upside the mountain, the lights are still as bright as day. From time to time, you can see a few rays of light passing by, landing on the top of the mountain, and calming down. Those are all monks who come and go. The Zhou clan is strong and has become more and more prosperous in recent years. Many monks who come and go will make friends with him. The elders of the guest court have many powerful people. The alchemy rooms, weapon rooms, and spiritual beast rooms are still lively and brightly lit.

The current patriarch of the Zhou family is Zhou Qingxiao. He is already at the eighth level of foundation building. He has three sons and is now all masters of the foundation building realm. As a disciple of Zhou Qingyang, Yang Tian was not so down-and-out. Now he has fallen to this point. In fact, there is another reason. Yang Tian was young and energetic, and he offended the Zhou family's legitimate grandson, Zhou Qingxiao's third son, and Zhou Changzhen's son. So after the old man died, the Zhou family took back Zhou Qingyang's property, and Yang Tian was forced to be a Lingnong. Among them, there may not be no intention of humiliating Yang Tian.

The simple wooden house is located by the bamboo forest. There are few people coming here on weekdays. Yang Tian has long been accustomed to this kind of purity. He lay on the hardwood bed, watching the black outside the window surfing little by little, and finally submerged himself in a shadow.

The bamboo forest rustled, and it was particularly clear in this cool night. Yang Tian was not sleeping. He opened his eyes and looked quietly at the somewhat dilapidated roof. Gradually, his eyes became confused.

"Old man, do you have anything to say?" Yang Tian looked down at the dangerous old man in front of him and asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

"You... can you call me Master?" The old man's eyes lit up.

Yang Tian gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"Oh" The old man gasped for a while, and the look in his eyes seemed to have lost support and dimmed again. After a while, he was unable to say, "What if I tell you whereabouts of my parents?"

Yang Tian widened his eyes, was stunned for a moment, and grabbed the old man's shriveled arm. His eyes became extremely anxious, and the corners of his eyes became wet, and he cried, "Old man, please tell me quickly!"

"Your parents are from the Great Zhou Dynasty in Fangzhou..." The old man said this and began to cough loudly, his throat making a whirring sound like a broken bellows. I don't know if it was intentional or if I couldn't hold on, my neck tilted and I died.

Thinking of his parents, Yang Tian could no longer calm down. He sat up all of a sudden and looked at the boundless darkness, his eyes flashed. Although he had no impression of his parents, his longing for his family was like a ball of fire, which became more and more intense in his heart, making him almost unable to sleep at night.

"Where are you?" Yang Tianwangtian said to himself, his eyes were already wet, and a feeling of sad loneliness surged in his heart. The world was vast, but he was the only one left, and there was no relative.

"I really want to stay here as a slave for the rest of my life, and finally die quietly. Doesn't anyone know?" Yang Tian felt a strong reluctance in his heart. He suddenly clenched his fists, "No, I don't want this, I want to leave here and find my parents!" His eyes suddenly became extremely bright, as if a ball of flame was burning.

The southern desert is endless, and the south of the Cangyun Mountains includes Lingzhou and Tongzhou. Among these two states, there are dozens of dynasties of all sizes, with vast territory and billions of people. According to the old man's words before he left, Yang Tian knew that his parents were in the Great Zhou Dynasty in Lingzhou.

"The Great Zhou Dynasty is nearly 100,000 miles away from here, and there are countless primitive wild forests in the middle. It is full of dangers. It is impossible for mortals to live in their lives. I am so trampled across this little thing, and I am afraid I will die in less than halfway!" After careful consideration, I was poured on the cold water on my face, and Yang Tian's heart suddenly became extremely heavy.

At that time, a pill made Yang Tian’s foundation destroyed, and it was hard to practice. Although he did not hate the old man, he now had to face this cruel reality. This sense of powerlessness made Yang Tian stay there all of a sudden, speechless.

"Staying here is also a place to live under someone else's roof. Life is better than death. It's better to fight hard. As long as I'm careful enough, there may not be no hope!" After a long time, Yang Tian raised his head, his face was firm, and he finally made up his mind.

He got up and lifted the quilt, opened a dark grid, and there was a wooden box inside. The black light was deep inside, like black iron, and it was quite heavy to get it. He carefully placed the wooden box on the table with a corner missing, and a clear light suddenly appeared, with a faint fluorescent light, and there were ten light green spirit stones inside. Yang Tian was slightly lost when he saw these spirit stones, but he did not focus on these ten spirit stones that reached the medium-grade quality, but instead turned his eyes and reached out to take out a jade box in the corner.

His face slightly condensed, and he gently opened the jade box. Inside was a green spiritual herb that was about three inches long. The leaves were divided into eight petals, and they were so green that they seemed to have just picked it with dew. Looking at this spiritual herb, Yang Tian seemed to have a hint of spirit in his eyes. After looking at it for a while, he closed the jade box again, put it in the pile of spirit stones, and then covered it with the wooden box.

This is a fourth-grade spiritual herb "Eight-leaf Clear Lotus", which is worth nearly ten thousand spirit stones. Together with that pile of spirit stones, it is the last thing the old man left for Yang Tian.

When the old man left, he actually left a few magic weapons and spiritual weapons. However, when the old man left, Yang Tian became a useless man again and his status in the Zhou family plummeted. These magic weapons and spiritual pills were gradually taken back by the Zhou family for various reasons. Even the more valuable things in the house were collected in the name of repaying debts. The last thing left was these ten medium-grade spirit stones and a fourth-grade spirit herb, which Yang Tian hid with all his strength.

The moon passed by the sky, and everything returned to silence under the thick night. Only a few insects cries sounded from time to time in the grass in the distance. Yang Tian packed up his things, closed his eyes tiredly, and fell into his sleep.

The next day, Yang Tian got up early. The house was simple and there was nothing to clean up. A few pieces of clothes, a wooden box, and Old Man Zhou's spiritual card were Yang Tian's entire wealth, and he was put in a package and carried on his body.

Close the door, turn around and leave, without a trace of nostalgia.

It was dim and the entire Qingmu Ridge was still immersed in the mist. Yang Tian meandered down the old bluestone ancient road, and his thin figure appeared and disappeared. On the way, he only met two groups of mountain patrol disciples, but they were all sent by Yang Tian to find excuses. At the beginning, the Zhou family took great care of Yang Tian, ​​afraid that he would escape secretly. However, later they found that this kid was diligent and honest, and was really like a person, so he was too lazy to take care of him. He was so happy to have such a life-saving slave, so no one would notice this servant who had always been responsible.
Chapter completed!