The heavens started from Dafeng to beat people up

Chapter 158: Hong Yi's Birth
The sparkling light, the vast smoke, the clear sky, and the sinking scales.

Above the boundless sea, a rainbow light flew across the sky at high speed, like a shooting star across the sky, gorgeous and unreachable.

If someone with a high level of cultivation happens to pass by, you will be able to see two people in the rainbow light of Feidun.

It was Chu Linyang and Monk Jingren who left Manghuang to go to the Daqian Dynasty.

It took Monk Jingren a whole day from the moment when his body stiffened when he flew high into the sky, to the moment when he calmly dealt with it.

And besides his panic because he flew into the sky for the first time, the main sense of panic came from the fact that the man beside him was also a Thunder God while being a Human Immortal.

And this also reminded him of one of the main characters who destroyed the Great Zen Temple, the number one master in the world, the Supreme Taoist leader Meng Shenji!
Meng Shenji's domineering and ruthless figure haunted his mind like a nightmare that day, making his body tremble when he recalled it, his whole mind was cast in a shadow, and he even had inner demons.

Fortunately, for some reason, the man next to him had a faint kindness towards him, so he decided to follow this man back to the dragon's lake and tiger's lair in Dagan without much consideration. He believed that he would not be disappointed.

After a day of flying away, a faint black line suddenly appeared in the distant sky. After a while, the black line became more and more conspicuous, and the Middle-earth Continent where Dagan was located was finally within sight.

Originally, there was a Qiankun cloth bag in hand, but with the strength of Chu Linyang's Leijie Guixian, he could directly use the cloth bag to travel through the void, and in an instant, he could cross a million miles and appear directly in Daqian.

But it's a pity that he has never been to Dagan, and he doesn't have the spatial coordinates of Dagan. It's hard for a smart woman to cook without rice.

And Monk Jingren, as a great master of martial arts, couldn't even open the Qiankun cloth bag, so he was directly ignored by him.

Fortunately, the speed of Chu Linyang's flying escape had a qualitative leap, and he was able to cross the sea between the two continents in such a short period of time with only one person.

But Daqian has a vast territory, with a radius of nearly ten million miles, and is located in the center of Middle-earth Continent. If the two of them want to reach Daqian, they need to fly away for at least a day and a night.

Soon, more and more ships appeared on the sea, and the busy scene already showed that they had come to the offshore.

And the sudden appearance of a huge island in the west confirmed Chu Linyang's guess.

An island with a radius of thousands of miles, Chu Linyang knew that they should be near the Kamikaze Kingdom, a subsidiary kingdom of Daqian.

The kamikaze country has a good seaport, and every day, a large number of ships berth, set off to go to sea, or go to the port here to berth for supplies.

On it is Tao Shendao, one of the six holy places in Dagan, and the Seven Treasures of Tao Shen are famous all over the world.

But since the previous Suzerain Luo Tianyue died in battle a few years ago, the Peach God Seven Treasures were seized by Hong Xuanji, and even the sect's treasure book, Yin Yang Mixed Cave Scripture, has fallen into the hands of the Da Luo Sect, and it has begun to decline.

Chu Linyang pondered for a while, and decided to go directly to Dagan instead of staying here too much.

The rainbow light flashed past and gradually faded away.

After 45 years of Daqian, after the decision to destroy the Dazen Temple and the human body of Mengshenji a few years ago, Dagan finally cleared the haze, gained the confidence to deter the world, and the national power is becoming more and more prosperous day by day.

The land is vast, the resources are vast, the treasury is sufficient, and the population is tens of millions. It is a state under the heaven.

Yujing was the capital of the Dagan Dynasty, the most prosperous place in Dagan.

How many emperors and generals, how many talents and beauties, how many ups and downs of the past, how many noble families are like the sea.

The heaven and the earth are the reverse journey of all things; time and time are the passers-by of a hundred generations.But life is like a dream, how can you be happy?

Daqian, Yujingcheng.

In the southeast of the city, there is a street called Gonghou Street. The neat bluestone paved road is more than ten feet wide, with beautiful scenery and overwhelming wealth.

The people living around are all high-ranking officials and dignitaries, important officials of the court.

Wuwenhou Mansion is located here, covering an area of ​​[-] mu, with pavilions, terraces and pavilions, cornices and green tiles, majestic and imposing.

"Marquis Wu Wen" was a prominent figure in the Dagan Dynasty, whose surname was Hong and his first name was Xuanji.

Since a few years ago, Hong Xuanji, who is a martial sage, led the Daqian army to defeat the cavalry raided by the Yunmeng Empire, and turned the tide when Daqian was in danger.

In the end, after forcing the other party to sign the covenant at the frontier gate, he was bestowed the title of Marquis of "Marquis of Wuwen" by the first emperor.

After that, Hong Xuanji prospered all the way through the official career and skyrocketed.

Later, he abandoned martial arts and proficiency, got a title on the gold list, went to high school, was awarded a civil official position, and participated in the government.

So far, Hong Xuanji, Marquis of Wuwen, has received the cross evaluation of Emperor Daqian that "when mounted, he can rule the army, and when dismounted, he can calm the people."

Become one of the most powerful people in the 45 years since the founding of the Daqian Dynasty.

"Ah! Ah~"

In Wu Wen Hou's mansion, in a side room in the backyard, a beautiful woman was lying on the bed, her face like creamy melon seeds was pale at the moment, shouting at the top of her lungs, sweating like rain.

"Put hard, fast, the child's head will come out immediately, hard."

The stable wife of a half-aged lady next to her stared closely at the woman's lower body, her tone full of eagerness and tension.

"Miss, hurry up, the young master will come out soon."

In the entire room, there was only a steady woman and a maidservant in light blue clothes, all looking nervously at the woman who was giving birth on the bed.

"what!"

The Qingli woman tightly grasped the bed sheet under her body, gritted her teeth, and exerted all her strength. After a long moan, her body collapsed straight, and she fell limply on the bed after a while.

"Come out! Come out! It's a young master, a young master!"

Wen Po breathed a sigh of relief, carefully cut the umbilical cord with joy on her face, picked up the baby gently, then lifted the baby upside down, and slapped his buttocks vigorously with her palm.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
After three slaps in succession, the baby opened his mouth and burst into tears.

The voice was extremely loud and clearly very healthy.

The maid next to her took up the warm water that had been prepared by her side, and washed the children and the woman on the bed.

"Child! My child!"

The weak woman on the bed stood up vigorously, exuding a strong maternal love all over her body, and looked at her child lovingly with a pair of eyes full of autumn water.

At the same time, after getting the desired result, a servant who was originally waiting outside the house lowered his head and quickly walked through the corridors, gardens, and walls, towards the main residence of the Hou's Mansion.

The main hall of Marquis Wuwen's mansion is magnificently built, completely different from the simple courtyard just now.

The ground paved with large strips of bluestone is as smooth as a mirror and as hard as iron.

In the main hall of the main mansion, a row of simple mahogany chairs are neatly arranged, and next to it is a large red sandalwood table that occupies a radius of more than ten feet.

Sitting on the big chair on the left side of the table was a man in brocade clothes and a purple gold crown on his head.

This person has a white face, black hair, a resolute face, and his body is at the time when he is most energetic in his life. Qi and blood all over his body are faintly bursting out, like a volcano that has been accumulated for thousands of years.

His hands, as white as jade, rested casually on the armrests of the big chair, relaxed and freehand, giving people a sense of knowledgeable temperament and the feeling of mastering infinite power.

Very contradictory.

This person is the son of Daqian, the pillar of Daqian Kingdom Shiwu Wenhou Hong Xuanji, who has just returned to the palace after handling the government affairs in the palace.

Outside the house, a servant who came from a remote courtyard came to a white-haired but energetic old man in a black brocade suit, and whispered something.

Then the old man in black nodded slightly and walked into the hall.

"What's the matter?"

Marquis Wu Wen, who was sitting at the head, said indifferently, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, loud and clear, as if everything was under his control.

"Master Hou, let me report that the lady in the small courtyard in the northwest corner has just given birth to a young master."

The old man in black said respectfully, with a hint of lightness in his tone.

"Oh!"

The air in the hall condensed in vain, but quickly dissipated into nothingness, as if it was an illusion just now, and the expression of the old man in black did not change.

"Although she is a concubine and her status is low, after all, she has meritorious service in childbearing, and she will be rewarded if she has meritorious service. 1000 taels of silver and ten bolts of brocade. I won't go there. You can go for me."

Hong Xuanji ordered lightly.

As if this was not his son, the tone of his voice was still cold, without the slightest emotion.

"Alright, Lord Hou, and would you like to show me the baby name of this young master?" the old man in black asked hesitantly.

The old man in black didn't know if Hong Xuanji did it on purpose, but it was inappropriate for a child to have no baby name after birth, so he said something extra on purpose.

After a long silence, Hong Xuanji said inexplicably, "Let his biological mother take the name herself!"

"Yes, Lord Hou."

Then the old man in black greeted a few servants and came to the remote courtyard with rewards.The small courtyard is remote and desolate, it is simply not the residence of the nobles, especially the people from Wuwenhou Mansion.

The old man in black came to the door, but did not enter. The old voice said loudly: "Lady Meng, Master Hou knows that you have worked hard, and specially asked the old slave to bring some rewards. Please accept it with a smile."

Soon, a gentle female voice came from inside the room: "My concubine thanked Lord Hou and Manager Wu, Manager, did Lord Hou give the child a name?"

"Master Hou said that the name of the young master can be decided by the lady herself. Well, the old slave will retire first."

After speaking, the movement at the door has disappeared.

"Son, I have already thought about it for my mother. I will name you 'Yi', and you will be called Hong Yi from now on. I hope you will be happy and free in the future. Don't be like a mother, everything can't be controlled by you."

Inside the room, the beautiful woman bent down and kissed the sleeping child's face lightly, the tears in her eyes could not stop flowing down.

On a tall building not far from Marquis Wuwen's mansion, Chu Linyang stood with his hands behind his back and witnessed the birth of Hong Yi, the son of the Yangshen World Era.

There is no extravagance, no golden lotus springing from the ground, and no sacred beasts holding treasures to cast.

Hong Yi's birth was ordinary, he was born in such an ordinary house, apart from Meng Bingyun who loves him, his biological father Hong Xuanji didn't even come to see him.

The influence of the environment on people is subtle and has a profound impact. It is inevitable for Hung Yi, who grew up in suffering, to make the great wish that everyone be like a dragon.

In fact, the detachment that everyone yearns for is just a means for him to realize that everyone is like a dragon, not his ultimate goal.

The breeze was blowing, and the blue hair was fluttering. He looked up at the sky, as if he saw that the trajectory of fate was slowly advancing, crushing everything in front of him into ashes, and he seemed to see nothing.

Everything is destined, no one can help.
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One month later,
In a second-entry house at the end of Xinfeng Street in the southwest of Yujing City, Chu Linyang was lying on a grand teacher's chair under the corridor of the atrium, lazily basking in the sun, holding a scroll of scriptures in his hand.

Monk Jingren practiced martial arts in the courtyard. A set of ape-demon mixed-god sticks was perfected, and there was a whistling sound.

As the only survivor of the Dachan Temple, in Jingren's heart, apart from leaving a legacy for the Dachan Temple, it is also his lifelong goal to take revenge on the Daqian royal family, who initiated the temple's destruction.

So he raced against time to practice martial arts in order to increase his strength as much as possible and prepare well.

In spring and autumn, the weather changes from cold to hot.

As late autumn approached, the weather in Yujing City became colder and colder, only the solar energy in the sky provided some warmth.

This house is very close to the back, with a gurgling river on the side, and the city wall on the other side of the river. The scenery is good, but a bit too deserted.

Monk Jingren thought it was just right, but Chu Linyang didn't think it mattered, so the two bought the house on purpose, and they didn't leave the gate all day long, and they became the version of otaku from another world.

swish swish~~~
A gust of cold wind blew past, setting off pieces of yellow leaves on the street.

"Strength is the movement of the mind, and the mind is born of the heart. How wide the heart is, how big the power is."

Seeing this sentence in the book, Chu Linyang smiled slightly. This world is really incredible, and it is rare to see such a practical mind and will.

Just as Hong Yi thought, what is the biggest in this world is the biggest reason!
The will interferes with reality, and the will of the soul is extremely strong!
Really, as wide as your heart is, as wide as your world will be, and as much as your strength will be!
"who?!"

Monk Jingren frowned and shouted loudly.

It turned out that suddenly there was a gust of dark wind passing quickly through the air, and it seemed that there was something entrained in it.

Chu Linyang's thoughts moved slightly. It turned out that among them was a little girl who seemed to have lost consciousness and was wrapped in a gust of wind and didn't know where to take her.

Let Jingren deal with a ghost in the realm of possession, Chu Linyang curled his lips and continued to look at the scripture in his hand.

"Leave me!"

Seeing that the dark wind was about to go away, Monk Jingren burst out with the energy and blood of a great master, and combined with the fist intent of "burning the lamp, my heart is pious", he shouted loudly, and immediately filled the universe with masculinity.

In an environment full of masculinity, the wind swayed for a while, like a strong man who was drunk, and accidentally fell straight down.

The little girl also fell out of mid-air.

Monk Jingren moved his body, caught the little girl while breathing, checked it and heaved a sigh of relief, the little girl is healthy and there is no serious problem.

And Yinfeng, who had recovered from his strength, suddenly burst out of thick black air, forming a ghostly shadow on the ground, and the cold voice surged like a cold wave:

"Monk, are you looking for death?!"

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