Ancient Saint Sovereign

Wuxuan galaxy, Xiangyu star, Fengying City, lengfu.

Leng's residence has always been talked about by people. It is a bamboo forest in its backyard. Under the background of green bamboo, there is a crescent shaped spring hidden in the deep. In midsummer, the vast starry sky is dotted with beautiful scenery.

August is coming. The bamboo leaves are as green as jade, and the bamboo shadow is reflected in the spring, which covers most of the young people on the water bank.

Sitting beside the water, Xiao Yangjing's face is expressionless, like an old monk in a steady state. A series of strange milky white air streams constantly condense from the surrounding air and merge into Xiao Yang's body.

Shaoqing, Xiao Yang eyes slightly open, but between the brows, it is sad. It was a pretty face like a handsome scholar, with many bruises and bloodstains, and then a sad face, which made people feel sad and haggard.

"Ten years... Ten years! Why can't I practice? "

Xiao Yang roared angrily and hit the ground with one blow. The hard bluestone suddenly split several cracks!

"What genius? It's just rubbish that can't even practice! "

"Son of a bitch without father or mother, get out of the cold house quickly!"

"I went to zongmen to worship my master, but I was beaten to death and carried back. You little bastard lost all the face of Leng family!"

"You want to be worthy of the second lady? I'll kill you, little beast

"Get out of here!"

Xiao Yang grabs a stone and smashes it to the surface of the water. The half meter high water column rises. It's just calm. On the surface of the water, it still reflects the ugly faces.

Xiao Yang's parents died early. When he was still in his infancy, he was adopted by the Leng family.

When he was only four years old, there was a mysterious spirit in his body, which surprised everyone in Leng's family. For a moment, he was regarded as a peerless genius and devoted himself to training.

At the age of eight, he was extremely full of mysterious spirit in his body, and was sent to the first sect of Xiangyu star, Yuehua sect.

However, when everyone thought that Xiao Yang would go on smoothly, there was a great change.

When Xiao Yang was eight years old, he was a teacher. When he was twelve years old, he didn't take the last step. His cultivation failed to be promoted to the spiritual realm. In four years, he was reduced from a high-profile genius to a waste. In addition, he had a conflict with the core disciples of general Yuhua. He was seriously injured and carried back to Leng's home.

Since then, the genius of the past has never recovered

Now it's a long time. Xiao Yang is almost 20 years old. Most of his peers are in the realm of soul refining, and even those with extraordinary talent have reached the peak of soul refining. It's only one step away from the empty realm. However, Xiao Yang's poor cultivation can't even enter the realm of soul, which is the same as Leng's eight or nine year old child.

"As soon as I heard the news, I knew you were here."

Xiao Yang is upset. A spring like sound suddenly rings from behind. When Xiao Yang looks back, he sees a girl walking slowly from the bamboo forest.

The girl was in a blue and white dress. She was 14 or 15 years old. She was in the delicate flowering season. She was still showing the face of the pheasant. However, she was as ethereal as a orchid in an empty valley. Her blue silk was longer than the slender willow waist, and she began to develop gradually. Her figure was enough to make people crazy. In time, it would be the color of the city.

"Mingxuan... Why are you here?"

Xiao Yang takes back his eyes and looks away, as if he is dodging the dazzling girl.

Miss Leng Mingxuan.

"Little girl, come to see my officials. They've been sitting here all day. Must be hungry?" Leng Mingxuan spat out the tip of his tongue and raised the exquisite double-layer wooden box in his hand. A smell of food escaped from it.

"Again."

Xiao Yang smiles bitterly and shakes his head. Leng Mingxuan's voice of "officer" makes Xiao Yang feel sad.

The cold family and the Xiao family are family friends. Leng Mingxuan's father once told Xiao Yang that they had already married. But in the eyes of the rest of the Leng family, this is a typical flower on the cow dung, and some people even do not hesitate to fight Xiao Yang for it.

Leng Mingxuan is a real genius. Now she's only 18 years old, but she already has the five qualities of turning the sky. If you look at Leng's family, Fengying's city, and even the whole Hunan rain star, you can say that if she is the second, no one can be the first. In contrast, Xiao Yang is just like the humble shadow under the light... How can it match?

"What's wrong? It's just the two of us here anyway. " Leng Mingxuan gently pursed his lips and muttered, "Dad asked me to hand this over to you, saying it's uncle Xiao's legacy."

After a moment's silence, Leng Mingxuan takes out a silver ring and puts it into Xiao Yang's hand. Xiao Yang recognized it. It was a "spirit wheel" used to store things.

"My father said that uncle Xiao entrusted it to him, and repeatedly told my father to give it to you when you were 20 years old. It's very close to your 20 years old. My father told me about it. Now it's back to its original owner."

The silver Linglun looks like a simple wedding ring worn by a young couple after marriage. In the inner ring, there are three words "Xiao Yuhan" engraved in vigorous handwriting, which is the name of Xiao Yang's father. For his father, Xiao Yang only knows this name.

Take the ring and put it on the little finger of the left hand. The ring will automatically shrink to the right size. Xiao Yang mobilized the rare innate aura in his body to explore it, and he saw a vast space, but there were only two objects in it.

It's a broken scroll with a sword on it. It's as deep as the night sky. The sword has the word "chasing the dragon".

It's a simple book. It's old and yellow. Four big characters can be seen on the cover of the book, eight Pulse smart.

"Is this... Skill?"

Xiao Yang took out the page of the book full of doubts, but he couldn't help laughing bitterly.

"What my father left me turned out to be just a inferior skill..."

Xiao Yang is somewhat disappointed.

The skills practiced by the aborigines in the ancient universe can be divided into the middle and upper levels, and the so-called "eight channels" is just the lowest level.

"My father said that this is a mysterious skill handed down from the Xiao family. It's very wonderful. Now you are the only one in the world who can practice it. My father hopes you can study it well and maybe help you to cheer up." Leng Mingxuan put his hands behind him and looked at Xiao Yang. His eyes were as warm as autumn water.

"I will."

The palm of Xiao Yang's hand gently rubbed against the yellowing ancient book. He could not tell whether the expression was happy or sad.

"I'll go back first, so that some elders won't scold again. Brother Xiao Yang, go back and have a rest earlier. Don't get tired. "

Leng Mingxuan wants to say something more. After thinking for a moment, she gives up and holds Xiao Yang's hand with a smile of relief.

"I see. Go back quickly. I'll take a look at this skill. I'll go back and have a rest after that." Xiao Yang reaches out his hand and pats Leng Mingxuan's head. The black green silk is a little cool that people can't put down. Tired of a moment later, Leng Mingxuan just turned away contentedly, leaving Xiao Yang alone in the bamboo forest.

In fact, there are others, but that is not the level Xiao Yang can find.