Chapter 1 Feitian Gate

It was winter, with snow flying.

Feitianmen.

A teacher with a haggard face and wearing a gray Taoist robe stroked his goatee.

"Since the loss of Taohuawu, we have been insisting on peace and repaying grievances with virtue for many years, so we have been peaceful every year and no longer fighting."

"If the sect wants peace, it must rely on the country of etiquette and win the favor of all sects! Only in this way can everyone be convinced and the inside and outside can be harmonious."

"What Teacher Wang said makes sense, but I don't quite agree with repaying grievances with virtue and peace."

Ye Yang glanced at the fist-thick icicles dripping from the eaves. He agreed on the surface and did not contradict, but he was very worried in his heart.

"If repaying grievances with virtue and valuing peace can solve the problem, why would the human race be conquered by other races year after year, compensate millions of miles of territory, and pay tribute to various natural treasures every year."

"Why did Feitianmen offer the 'Taohuawu' spiritual land and pay tribute to Wudumen every year?"

"It's because my Feitianmen is too weak. There is no real person to suppress the fortune of a sect, and no disciples have awakened the Tao body. It is naturally inferior to others."

Thinking of this, he felt heavy-hearted. At this time, Wang, the head teacher, said again: "You disciples should think more about my knowledge today when you go back. Feitianmen will rely on you in the future."

Back in the old house, Ye Yang felt more and more heavy-hearted. This Wang Yan was a teacher that the sect had just excavated in the past few days.

He has rich theoretical knowledge, but his hands are mediocre, he often makes strange remarks, and he only takes a conciliatory strategy. There are many people in the sect who oppose him.

Ye Yang flicked his finger, and a steel knife fell into his palm.

The ordinary steel knife was no longer ordinary in his hand. The blade light exploded, emitting a cold and ferocious light.

Soon, a layer of white frost had condensed on the ground.

Ye Yang put away the knife and stood up, exhaling a breath of white air, and suddenly a sound like a cow and a toad came from his body.

The white air came out of his nose and rushed out more than ten feet away.

In his previous life, Ye Yang was a grassroots civil servant. He died unexpectedly one day, and when he woke up, he had been reincarnated into this fairy world.

He was not talented, nor was his root bone strong, but he was wise and awakened early, and he practiced hard, and he had the fate of [Perseverance].

Only then could he firmly occupy the first echelon position among the disciples of Feitianmen.

Cultivation is a hard job. Most people give up when they can't see the goal. Not many people can persist every day.

But after these specific realms were transformed into numbers, they gave him a clear goal, so he could persist more.

Persistence and progress day by day. The gap may not be noticeable in one or two days, or in three or five months, but in eight or ten years, the gap will certainly become larger and larger.

But this world is not safe. Demons are rampant and wars are rampant.

There is the Sky Devouring Demon Lord, who eats babies in a city in one night.

There are also big demons that spread their wings and cover the sky and sun. Wherever they pass, volcanoes erupt and magma spreads thousands of miles.

There are also countless alien immortals and evil gods who eat people as livestock.

"Human life is like an ant, and the weak can't even see tomorrow's sun."

Ye Yang clenched his fists, and an indescribable sense of urgency arose.

"Life is like a white horse passing by, fleeting. If you want to transcend the sea of ​​suffering and live long, the only way is-"

"Practice!"

In his previous life, he had seen the fragility of life, and in this life he knew the preciousness of life even more. He vowed to live forever and watch the vast sea flow.

I also fantasize about dancing with dragon whales and fishing for turtles in the sea; I also want to reach the moon in the sky and smell the fragrance of osmanthus in the moon palace.

Fengshuang Sword Skill: Minor Success

Progress: 93%

Next Progress: Major Success

[Perseverance, swing the sword 5,000 times a day, and persist for three months. ]

Ye Yang finished swinging the sword and kept an eye on the progress of his cultivation. At this moment, a voice came from outside.

"Good sword skill, this Fengshuang sword skill focuses on the meaning of vicissitudes, dilapidation, and hardship. It is extremely difficult to practice. I didn't expect that you are almost successful."

"The sect has said that you practice diligently, and it is indeed well-deserved. At your age, there are few people who are so hardworking. You are worthy of being the most persistent child."

Ten years of continuous practice, never falling off a day, with amazing perseverance and incomparable persistence.

Ye Yang has a small reputation.

But that person sighed!

Hard practice may be effective in the early stage, but in the later stage, if you want to break through, it is not just hard work that can play a role.

Even if a person has all kinds of abilities, what good is that? In the end, he can't resist fate.

Before Ye Yang turned around, he already knew who was coming, and smiled:

"Uncle Bai, why are you here?"

The man was wearing a green robe, short and stout, with a wisp of beard, and limping on one leg. The cuffs were black and greasy, and the snowflakes fell on the greasy place, and disappeared in an instant.

Hearing Ye Yang say this, the man spoke.

"You are at the critical moment of awakening your destiny. Logically, I shouldn't disturb you, but now the sect is overturned."

"Although Wang Dong has some strength among the younger generation, he lacks character, is young and energetic, and tends to go to extremes."

"To put it nicely, Zhang Bu'er is chivalrous and helpful. To put it bluntly, he is honest and simple-minded, and has not been polished by the world."

"As for Yan Qingying and her friends, they are born in ordinary people and lack the foundation. After thinking about it, I have to trouble you to go."

Ye Yang nodded: "Okay, but I don't know why you are leaving the sect this time?"

Yalongling is full of power, and Feitian Sect can barely be considered second-class.

However, in recent years, it was first suppressed by the Five Poison Sect and then chased by the Taiyi Qing Sect; in the past few years, the sect's major stronghold "Taohuawu" was also occupied by bandits, leaving only the headquarters "Huangtun Danxia", and the situation was difficult.

It is a stretch to say that he is a third-rate poor family.

Seeing Bai Zizhen's face gradually solemn, Ye Yang felt uneasy.

He was not afraid of Uncle Bai's assignment, but he was afraid of delaying time and missing the time for the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony to awaken his destiny.

"It's not a big deal. A few days ago, the Zhang family of Chazi said that they found Wufen Water Spirit Field, but it was destroyed by a big crocodile."

After a pause, Bai Zizhen continued.

"The elder of his family has been traveling with the head of the sect for a long time. He is not in the clan. He is afraid that he can't defend it. He hopes that the sect can support him. In order not to affect your speed, I will approve a Tuoyun horse for you."

Ye Yang nodded: "Tuoyun horses are fast and stable. I can also practice while walking. Ten days is enough for a round trip."

Tuoyun horses can drag 10,000 kilograms of weight and travel 3,000 miles a day. Since the first ancestor accidentally got three, they have been cultivated and improved by Feitianmen for several generations. Now there are 18.

If you go out, only the top leaders of the sect have the right to drive them.

The ancestor of the ‘Fork Zhang’ family was originally a fisherman by the river. He saved a century-old turtle. Later, the turtle left a way of cultivation to his ancestor in order to repay his life-saving grace, a way of inheritance of the thousand-forged elite weapon ‘Flying Harpoon’.

The Zhang family used this fork as their main weapon, and gradually got the name of Fork Zhang.

There are levels of cultivation in the world, such as Tongqi, Wu Ren, Zhenren, Dao Ren, etc.

Tongqi is from one to nine levels, while Wu Ren has the early, middle and late stages, Yangsha, Qusha and other levels.

As for the specific division of Zhenren realm, Ye Yang didn’t know.

Although the Fork Zhang family is the last in Yalongling, the highest cultivator in the family also has the level of Wu Ren three.

Ye Yang is now at the level of Tongqi six, which is just a senior deacon in the Fork Zhang family. Why would he be allowed to go?

Thinking of this, Ye Yang already understood that there must be a deep meaning in it.

"Master Bai is lying to me and not telling the truth."

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