The wind rises for a thousand years

The wind rises for a thousand years

Author: Langzi

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The minister will change the stars to the world, and the stars will fall, and the new king will be born.Where is the golden scale talent now?In case of wind and rain, he will help the dragon.The bloodlines are mixed, and the new world is opened with a sword.

Question: Nowadays, the spiritual power in the world is scattered, and the trend is going to extremes. If you want to change this situation, what should you do?

Answer: Destroy.Destroy first and then build, only by overturning the current world can a new one be built.

If the root of God is destroyed, the world will be in chaos.The family is destroyed, and the spiritual power is scattered.

So what if you were born weak?Still subvert this whole world!

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Even if Wanyan's family is wiped out, the remaining three are not cheap!A bosom friend, a mentor, a confidant.

Will it prophesy what's great? !Is it fun to play people around? !

As the protagonist, Chu Changhuai expressed that he is determined not to cheat, and determined not to succumb to evil forces!

I hope to describe the feelings of sympathy between men of different identities from a relatively large background.

Love does not determine everything, no matter how strong it is, it will not move God.

What I want to write is not just cp (strong is absolute)

This is a story about a group of three no-ones who were forced to help the group of old immortals thousands of years ago to clean up their funeral affairs and were blinded by the way.

Slogan: We do not create base love, we are just porters of base love.

Content tags: sadomasochistic romance

Search keywords: Protagonist: Wanyanxi, Chu Changhuai┃Supporting roles: Mo Qinghan, Xuanyuan Xuanhuang, Wanyanmiao, Zhumo, Yuan┃Others: multiple cp

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The sky was filled with dark clouds, and huge raindrops fell from the sky amidst the whistling wind, hitting the ground with a dull sound, and the torrential rain was getting bigger and bigger.

Under the eaves of the vermilion tiles, a man in Tsing Yi stood with his hands behind his back.The only red lantern on the porch swayed in the wind, and also made the man's face flicker.The rain came in with the wind and wet the ground, but the clothes on the man's body were not wet at all.The man's back was straight, and standing here alone seemed to be able to withstand the rainstorm, motionless, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

Suddenly, the lantern was blown out, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky accompanied by thunder.In the midst of daylight, the baby's loud and clear crying burst out, as if it could overwhelm the thunder, and it continued.

A figure ran from the other end of the corridor, stood with his head down when approaching the man, and reported: "The patriarch, the child has been born."

The man who had been expressionless frowned and said, "Immortal Root Wisdom Body?"

The person who bowed his head remained silent, which was the default.

At some point, the child's crying stopped.The storm was still falling, but the two people in the corridor kept their original movements like statues, until the rain gradually weakened.When the sun broke through the clouds and sprinkled a faint stroke, the man said: "Send it to Tianling Mountain."

"But the ancestors ruled..."

"If you don't want him to die, send him away!" The man interrupted the other party with a flick of his sleeve, then turned and left.

The man walked steadily, and disappeared after a while, leaving only a sentence in the air: "Heaven descends immortal roots, earth bestows wisdom bodies; meets once in a thousand years, and those who meet must compete. Every birth will cause turmoil in the world. The family cannot afford such kindness."

Tianling Mountain

At dawn when the morning dew was still wet, a thin figure was climbing up the steps on the dim stone road.

The half-grown boy was wearing a sky-blue robe with a white undershirt, and the pearl tassels on the cuffs swayed gently in the air with his movements.The black hair was tied into a bun at the back of the head, revealing the almost pale complexion behind the ears due to years of not seeing the sun.The young man lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was only looking at the road under his feet, so that the bangs on his forehead covered his eyebrows.

At the end of the road is a quaint small courtyard, which is built dangerously close to the edge of the cliff, and a green pine grows forcibly on the top of the rock wall surrounded by fences, like a heroic pine in the clouds and mist. gatekeeper.

The boy stood outside the fence, the morning clouds lingered at his feet, tangling his sleeves, making the boy's figure feel like a dream.And he was standing there, although his figure was not very straight, but he was a bit aloof.

Mo Qinghan saw such a scene when he opened the door and walked out.The cold boy stood there, looking straight at him with a pair of smoky blue eyes, but he didn't know where the focus was really on.Obviously such bright eyes, but with a blandness that does not match the age of a teenager.

Thinking of another pair of eyes of the same color, Mo Qinghan could only shake his head helplessly.

"Taixu, how long have you been standing here?"

The young man cupped his hands and said, "Go back to Master, it takes half an hour."

Mo Qinghan was wearing a navy blue gown with black patterns, and a silver gray wide-sleeved robe. His long hair was meticulously tied behind his head, and the black hair crown towered above it, with pearls embedded in it.The green pupils stared at this calm young man from top to bottom, and there was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

After a while, the man closed his eyes and turned around, saying: "You go, come back before sunset."

"Thank you, Master." The young man bowed his head and replied, then turned around and walked down the mountain.

When the boy walked away, the man turned his body slightly, watching the figure in the distance being pulled into his arms by another figure from the corner of his eye.There was a flash of warmth in the cold eyes, but it was only for a moment.

"Xi'er, how are you? That ice block allowed you to go down the mountain?" The man lying on the boy's shoulder said with a smile.

If you look carefully, you will find that the man and the boy have the same color of hair and pupils, and the man's apparently much wider handsome face has a pair of raised peach eyes that contain infinite charm.It's just that the man's attire is messy, even the bun is messed up, and there is a wine gourd hanging around his waist, which just brings some unbearable sloppiness to this frivolous appearance.

"Uncle." The boy frowned and called softly, "Master, he agreed."

"Hmph, how dare he not agree." Wanyan Lian twitched the corner of her mouth, and rubbed the boy's soft forehead with a smile: "Tell Uncle, what's your name? Where is your home?"

"My name is Wanyanxi, and I live in Jiuquxi, Fengzhou."

"Well, you're so good. You have to remember, no matter what other people in Tianling Mountain call you, you must not forget your original surname and family. You have always been from Wanyan's family."

"Well, Xi'er remembered."

The world they live in is called the Fairy Continent, a place based on spirits.The Fairy Continent is divided into five parts, namely the Central Plains, Snow Region, Western Desert, North Vietnam, and Nanhong.And these five parts are divided into nine states of Yong, Cang, Min, Feng, You, Shuang, Wei, Xia, Hong and ten parts of Tianling Mountain.On this continent, people who can freely control their spirits are called psychics, and those who cannot control their spirits are called non-spirituals.The psychics are divided into two categories: cultivating spirits and controlling spirits.Spiritual practitioners practice ordinary spirits to improve their spiritual ranks and abilities.The spirit-controlling person refers to the psychic who practices the spirit of the sky, prolongs his life through practice, and finally obtains the immortal veins to ascend to immortality.Spiritual practitioners are often divided into families. Psychics with the same spiritual roots and similar bloodlines form a family. The stronger the family, the higher the status and the better resources the psychic with this surname will have.Some of these big families occupy the areas with the most spiritual energy in Kyushu.As for Tianling Mountain, it is the only place that teaches spirit control. It is a sect, and it is also the representative of spirit control.It has been nearly a thousand years since its creation. Anyone who enters Tianling Mountain means abandoning the clan identity of the family, giving up spiritual cultivation, and forgetting the past.This is the meaning of the words "Shezu, abandoning cultivation, forgetting half of life" on the boulder at the bottom of Tianling Mountain.

As for Wanyan's family, it is one of the three major families in the Fairy Continent, and it has the purest spiritual veins among all the families.The ancestor of this family was once hailed as the "God of spiritual practitioners", and no one has broken through the realm of spiritual cultivation he has reached.It was also he who stipulated that the Wanyan clan would never be allowed to drive the spirit and practice immortality, otherwise the clan would be expelled.And Wanyan Lian was withdrawn from his clan because he joined Tianling Mountain, so he took special care of this fellow clan who had the same fate as himself.

In the evening, Wanyan Lian took Wanyanxi back to the courtyard where Wanyanxi lived alone.Different from other fellow students, Wanyanxi has an independent house because of his special status. Although it is far away from the school, it is fortunately quiet.

"Eat more next time, see if you're skinny." Pinching the boy's face, which doesn't even have baby fat, Wanyan Lian handed over the space artifact in his hand: "It's all dry goods that uncle picked for you. It won’t break in a while, remember to eat. Don’t buy books every time you go down the mountain, there are no books in Zangshuge.”

"It's different." The boy lowered his head and gently touched the blue cloth bag in his arms: "The books in Zangshuge are only about cultivation. I still want to know more about things down the mountain."

Hearing this, Wanyan was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly, and said with distressed look in his eyes: "Xi'er, are you lonely here?"

"Loneliness is only relative. Compared with me, aren't the flowers, plants and trees here that have never been stained with smoke and dust more lonely?"

Wanyan Lian, who didn't understand what it meant, automatically understood this as a teenager's self-relief, and suddenly felt that he was too unqualified to be an elder, so he dragged Wanyanxi to the back room without saying a word, and said proudly: " I won't leave tonight, uncle will accompany you!"

"Uncle, uncle..." Wanyanxi pulled back with some resistance, but after all, the strength of a young man was no match for an adult man, and Wanyan Lian finally understood why her always easy-going junior would So resisted.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a stench, and there was garbage everywhere in the room, and the original things were thrown everywhere.Books were torn, quilts and clothes were splashed with ink, and even the walls were painted in a mess.