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1000 years ago, heaven.

A white-haired old man stood outside the Nantian Gate, holding a dust whisk in his hand, and looked like a fairy, but the words he spit out after seeing a gray-robed Taoist did not have the slightest fairy-like air.

"Old friend, go play mahjong twice?"

The corner of the gray-robed Taoist's mouth twitched: "Where are you going? Didn't I lose enough here last time? Or do you want to be discovered again and tell Tianjun?"

The white-haired old man sighed: "It's very lonely in this heaven, and the only fun is also deprived. Helpless, helpless."

The gray-robed Taoist touched his chin and thought, "If you don't gamble, maybe you can find Tianjun to accommodate you?"

The white-haired old man flicked the whisk in his hand: "It makes sense!"

The gray-robed Taoist said mysteriously: "Then shall I call the other two old things tonight?"

The white-haired old man smiled and nodded, "Yes, yes."

While the two were talking, a thunderbolt suddenly rose from the sky, and in a blink of an eye, thick black clouds covered the sky, silver electric sparks shone around the clouds, and a catastrophe was imminent.

The white-haired old man looked at the purple-black half of the sky, widened his eyes and said in surprise: "This, this, this..."

The gray-robed Taoist shouted: "No, I'm afraid the demon world is attacking!"

The white-haired old man hurriedly restrained his expression, turned his head and said: "Brother, you go and report to Tianjun first, and I will strengthen the protective barrier."

The gray-robed Taoist nodded and turned to leave, but at the same moment, a flash of purple lightning hit the ground in front of him, making him stop.

The gray-robed Taoist clenched his sleeves tightly: "No, they are coming aggressively."

The white-haired old man suddenly said: "Brother, turn your head and look over there first!"

The gray-robed Taoist followed the prestige, and saw a figure standing in the middle of the clouds, his robes fluttering, flying towards them.

The gray-robed Taoist asked in confusion, "Why is there only one person here?"

The man arrived in front of them in a moment, looking down at the two of them.

There were two or three bloodstains on his handsome and incomparably handsome face, and his somewhat torn battle robe made him look full of hostility. The faint will-o'-the-wisp behind him made him look like a rakshasa returning from hell for revenge.

He tapped his toes and slowly landed in front of the two of them, silent.

After a while, he sighed and waved away the green will-o'-the-wisp behind him.

Ling Jiuyao suddenly raised his head, showing a brilliant smile:

"Excuse me, where is this place?"

Behind him, the black thick clouds dissipated, replaced by streaks of golden light, turning the sky golden.

In an instant, the birds danced, the cranes sang, and the breeze sent the fragrance of flowers, and the resplendent Nine Heavens Palace became more dazzling than before.

The two were dumbfounded.

A dragon and a phoenix flew over them, and said happily: "Congratulations to the immortal friends!"

The white-haired old man was shocked and said, "Did you fly up?"

Ling Jiuyao looked around: "Actually, I don't know what's going on."

The grey-robed Taoist couldn't hide the shock on his face. His gaze moved around, and he saw that the entire heaven was extremely dazzling. Nine Heavens was actually congratulating this person. This was a grand occasion never seen in the 3000 years since the formation of the Heaven!

Ling Jiuyao patted the dust on his sleeves, and reminded: "You two, can you explain the confusion first?"

The white-haired old man said with difficulty: "This...is the heaven."

Ling Jiuyao was taken aback.

He slowly spit out a sentence: "Do these realms of yours still have their own chains? I just came out of the underworld, why did you catch them from the heavens?"

"Wait," the gray-robed Taoist interrupted, "You said you were in the underworld just now?"

Ling Jiuyao pointed to his chest: "There was a wound here, and I was already dead."

The white-haired old man couldn't help sighing: "It's strange, it's strange. In the past 3000 years, I have never heard of anyone who is not a monk becoming a fairy after death."

Ling Jiuyao blinked: "So what is the process now, send me back to the world or to the underworld?"

The white-haired old man stroked his whisk: "This matter still needs to be decided by the Lord of Heaven."

As soon as the words fell, two groups of people rushed over from a distance.

A group of people skipped them and ran straight to the opposite side, but another group stopped in front of them.

"This fairy friend, Tianjun invites you to go there." A heavenly soldier said.

Ling Jiuyao was deep in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

He nodded slightly and said, "Please lead the way."

Tian Bing turned around and took Ling Jiuyao away.

After he left, the white-haired old man pulled a heavenly soldier who was about to go to the opposite side and said, "What happened over there?"

The Heavenly Soldiers respectfully said: "The Xingqi has changed, please leave this place quickly, the two immortals."

After speaking, he left in a hurry.

The gray-robed Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, and said with a frown, "The strange people have ascended, the chess and cards have moved, this heaven is really lively today."

The white-haired old man frowned: "I don't know if it's good or bad."

"It's better to leave here first."

"it is good."

-

"Ling Jiuyao, who was originally a soldier in a country in the human world, should have stepped into reincarnation after death, but he was sensed to ascend to heaven by the Wangchuan River."

After Tianjun listened to the priest's report, he opened his eyes and concluded this sentence.

He couldn't help sighing: "This is really unheard of."

Ling Jiuyao looked at the people seated and asked, "So Tianjun, can you tell me the next way?"

Tianjun rubbed his eyebrows and said: "Since you have ascended, you naturally belong to the heaven, so you can stay here."

"Zhenjun Daoyuan, take this Lingxian friend to familiarize yourself with the laws of the heavens."

Daoyuan Zhenjun cupped his hands and said: "Yes."

Then he made a "please" gesture to Ling Jiuyao.

Before Ling Jiuyao left, he gave Tianjun a strange look.

Tianjun closed his eyes and asked the priest next to him, "The copper coin he is wearing doesn't seem to be a mortal thing."

The priest nodded: "Indeed."

"Do you have a history?"

The priest flipped through the booklet in his hand: "Yes."

"tell me the story."

"When Ling Jiuyao was born, a mortal fortune-teller visited Ling's Marquis Mansion and said that this son's fate had an indissoluble bond with the heavens, so he left this copper coin and left."

Tianjun frowned in thought, not knowing what to say.

"Is that sorcerer a fairy friend who came down to earth?"

The priest shook his head and said, "No, he has neither origin nor destination, and has no identity at all."

"Tianjun," the priest added after thinking for a while, "I have no way of knowing Ling Jiuyao's fate."

Tianjun turned his head: "Even you don't know?"

The priest nodded: "This person seems to have appeared suddenly. He only has his present life, and his past life cannot be glimpsed."

Tianjun tapped the armrest of the seat with his knuckles: "By the way, what's wrong with Xingqi."

The priest motioned for a heavenly soldier outside the temple to come in.

"Hui Tianjun, a... god was born in Xingqi."

Tianjun suddenly stood up from the seat: "What?"

He hurried down the steps: "Quick, take me to see him."

Ling Jiuyao didn't know anything about this matter that was enough to shock the Six Realms.

At this time, he was led by Dao Yuan Zhenjun to a temple.

"Friend Xian, go in."

Ling Jiuyao nodded and walked in.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a jade tablet with white jade and gold characters on the temple.

"This is?" Ling Jiuyao asked suspiciously.

"This is the seat of the Creator God." Zhenjun Daoyuan explained.

He turned around and looked at Ling Jiuyao: "Friend Immortal, worship with me."

After the two had burned a stick of incense, Daoyuan Zhenjun said to him: "Chuangshi Shen created the six-world pattern 3000 years ago to cast the star chess, and then disappeared in the world. The first thing for anyone who ascends to this heaven It is to worship this god."

Ling Jiuyao looked at the jade tablet and couldn't help feeling a little emotional: "It's really admirable."

Daoyuan Zhenjun bowed to the jade tablet, got up and looked at Ling Jiuyao: "My dear friend, let's leave."

This time he didn't take Ling Jiuyao to any temple, but to a place like a school.

Daoyuan Zhenjun touched him a little, and changed his clothes.

Ling Jiuyao raised his eyebrows: "Zhenjun, I was born as a Jinshi when I was alive."

Daoyuan Zhenjun smiled and said: "So?"

"So do you still need to study?" Ling Jiuyao's heart suddenly ached.

Daoyuan Zhenjun smiled and said: "This is the rule of the heavens. All new immortals must first learn the rules of heaven here."

Before Ling Jiuyao refused, Zhenjun Daoyuan called an old master: "Sir, a new student."

The old master looked at Ling Jiuyao: "The one that shook the entire heaven just now?"

Ling Jiuyao twitched the corner of his mouth: "Maybe it is."

The old man choked, and said slowly: "Come with me."

Ling Jiuyao followed with his hands behind his back.

When he was alive, he never imagined that one day he would ascend to the heavens, and now walking among the pavilions feels more and more unreal.

Ling Jiuyao suddenly remembered that his mother told him that a fortune teller had told him his fortune, so he raised his hand to look at the copper coin he was wearing.

The outside is ordinary, unremarkable, and I don't know what it is useful for.

Ling Jiuyao put down his hands, turned around and entered the door with his master.

"You can sit anywhere by yourself. A gentleman will come to teach later, and someone will take you to your residence at that time."

Ling Jiuyao responded, and sat down by a window seat under the gaze of everyone.

I saw everyone gasped.

Ling Jiuyao raised his eyebrows, he must have sat in the seat of a big man.

"Friend Xian, you should change the place." Someone reminded.

After hearing this, Ling Jiuyao understood a little bit, and simply walked to an empty seat at the back.

After sitting down, he pulled the person next to him and asked, "Who belongs to that one just now?"

The man glanced at him: "You are new here, you don't even know this?"

Ling Jiuyao nodded.

The man sighed and said: "That is the seat of our Tianjun's son."

Ling Jiuyao couldn't help asking: "Isn't the newly ascended here to learn the rules? Why did he come here?"

"I made a mistake, and I was just punished by Tianjun to learn the rules again."

Ling Jiuyao said "Oh", but he heard the man say: "He's here, he's here."

A young gentleman with a handsome face walked in.

However, as soon as he sat down, he said coldly: "Has anyone sat down?"

Seeing this, Ling Jiuyao replied: "I just arrived in the heaven, and I accidentally sat on the wrong seat."

The boy stood up: "Are you the one who just ascended?"

Ling Jiuyao nodded: "Exactly."

The young man glanced at him, drew out a long sword and said to Ling Jiuyao, "I want to compete with you."

Ling Jiuyao blinked: "Give me a reason?"

"Just now the entire heavenly world has changed because of your ascension. I think you must be someone. I want to compete with you."

Everyone started whispering after hearing his words.

"I said why the house swayed just now. It turned out that someone had ascended."

"Then this is too incredible, it can actually startle the entire Nine Heavens."

"Hey, whoever you say will win in a match between the two of them, I guess it's the little god Yuxi."

"I don't think so. The newcomer might be even stronger. Otherwise, why would there be such a big commotion?"

"..."

Ling Jiuyao stood up and smiled: "This little god, I am dissatisfied with you, saying that I don't know anything about your gods' spells now."

The young man greeted him with his sword: "Stop talking nonsense and watch the sword!"

Ling Jiuyao hid to the side, delaying time: "Little friend, you have to give a name when you fight, what's your name?"

"I don't change my name when I go, Song Yuxi!"

Ling Jiuyao shook his head. He knew why Tianjun's son came here to continue studying. It's no wonder that the young master has no bad temper.

Although he has only become an immortal, he has a little knowledge of mortal martial arts, and after ascension, he communicates with the spirit of the world, but he can escape the long sword in Song Yuxi's hands.

But in the end, his steps became more and more difficult, and he barely passed the sword several times. After all, he didn't want them to ascend from the mortal world after cultivation.

So he can't ask for anything now.

The young man probably thought he was someone capable, but he didn't show any sympathy.

"I said," Ling Jiuyao said helplessly, "are all of you in the heavens so childish?"

Song Yuxi said loudly: "You say I'm naive?"

Ling Jiuyao said with a smile: "The first time you meet a person, you do it all on your will. You can't make a big deal with your temper. Bullying me, a person who just came to this world, seems to be very capable, doesn't it?"

"To shut up!"

Song Yuxi flipped the roof of the room with a sword.

Ling Jiuyao flew out immediately, and said to Song Yuxi who was behind him: "If you can't catch anyone, you will vent your anger on the roof. I think you are a little sorry for your identity."

He was wrong. He originally thought that the heavens should be high above, and all the gods are merciful, but he didn't expect that there are people who are no different from humans except for spells.

What kind of heaven was created by the Creator God?

Song Yuxi was provoked by him, and said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Ling Jiuyao was happy to see the success. The angrier Song Yuxi was, the more chaotic his movements became, and the more he could dodge the spiritual attacks he unleashed, until someone came to suppress this ignorant little brat.

However, he still underestimated how much this young man valued his face.

Song Yuxi flew forward, and the long sword in his hand suddenly appeared, and it approached Ling Jiuyao's neck.

"Really?"

Ling Jiuyao barely avoided the sword, but blood was already on his face.

He brushed off the blood beads, held the copper coins in his hands, and said with a half-smile: "Now you have seen it too, if you don't help me, I will have to hang here, obviously you dragged me to the heaven, you now Just leave it alone?"

The copper coin gave off a faint golden light.

Ling Jiuyao smiled and said: "Glow and shine, you only know how to shine in the underworld, can you change something useful?"

The copper coin moved in his hand, only to hear a buzzing sound, and a long sword appeared in Ling Jiuyao's hand, with the word "Meteor Sky" engraved on the sword, which was very imposing.

Song Yuxi said coldly: "Are you finally willing to sacrifice your natal magic weapon?"

Ling Jiuyao: "...Do you believe me when I say I met it for the first time?"

Where Ling Jiuyao was allowed to argue, Song Yuxi raised his long sword again and went straight to Ling Jiuyao.

Ling Jiuyao felt his eyelids twitching, and subconsciously caught it with Yutian, but he didn't expect that Song Yuxi's sword, which was shattered by the spiritual power of Yutian, threw him out.

Song Yuxi didn't stop until he hit a tree, then coughed up a mouthful of blood and passed out.

There was silence all around.

Ling Jiuyao was also a little confused, he didn't know that this sword was so powerful.

A person in the distance scratched his head: "It's strange, although Song Yuxi is a bit conceited on weekdays, he's not as impulsive as he is today, right? And the sword just now, why do I think he didn't dodge it on purpose? "

"Stop talking, Dao Yuan Zhenjun is here."

Zhenjun Daoyuan sent someone to help Song Yuxi up, and said to Ling Jiuyao, "Friend Ling Xian, we meet again."

Ling Jiuyao tried to take Yu Tian back: "Yes, we meet again."

Daoyuan Zhenjun said with a strange expression: "Follow me to see Tianjun."

In less than an hour, Ling Jiuyao stood in front of Tianjun again.

"After all, he provoked you first, and he deserved the injury." Tianjun sighed, and lost spiritual power to Song Yuxi, "But you also hurt people and violated the laws of heaven. need to be punished."

"Just tell me how to punish."

Tianjun thought for a while, and said: "Go to that place of silence, face the wall and think about your mistakes."

Ling Jiuyao nodded, without asking what the Land of Silence was, and followed Daoyuan Zhenjun to leave here.

Tianjun looked at Song Yuxi: "Does it hurt?"

Song Yuxi shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Tianjun sighed, and said lovingly: "Father has no choice but to use this reason to send him to that place of extinction."

After he said this, he coughed twice, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Father!" Song Yuxi said anxiously.

Tianjun waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

Song Yuxi worried: "Since that man is a god born in Xingqi, how could he hurt people as soon as he came out? Even his father is not his opponent."

Tianjun shook his head and said: "I don't blame that one, he is affected by Xingqi, half of his body is the aura of heaven and earth, and the other half is the magic energy of chaos. The two sides are intertwined so that he can't completely control himself."

Song Yuxi was stunned: "Won't that put him in danger?"

This he refers to Ling Jiuyao.

Tianjun sat up straight, feeling that the pain in his chest had eased a bit, and then said: "It was Ling Jiuyao's ascension that brought about the Xingqi change. He must have some connection with that person, and there should be no accident."

"I have ordered Dao Yuan to stay near the place of silence. If there is something wrong, save him and leave immediately."

Tianjun continued: "That person should have awakened his spiritual consciousness now, and just asked to go to the most desolate and silent place in the heaven to suppress his demon nature. It is estimated that Ling Jiuyao should be safe."

"I just don't know what the identities of the two of them are."

Tianjun closed his eyes and began to adjust his internal breath. Seeing this, Song Yuxi retreated quietly.

-

The land of death.

Ling Jiuyao stood outside, looking at the deserted forest, and turned to look at Zhenjun Daoyuan.

"How long do I need to stay here?"

Zhenjun Daoyuan smiled and said, "I have to listen to Tianjun's order for this."

Ling Jiuyao nodded slightly: "Then I went in?"

Dao Yuan still smiled and said, "Please."

Ling Jiuyao turned around and walked deep into the forest.

Although the name of this place of silence is terrifying, it is actually a deserted forest. After all, this is in the heavens, and there is no way that there will be any place where demonic energy is raging.

Ling Jiuyao looked around, looking for something that he could set up a shed to rest.

Although he is a fairy now, he still can't change his human habit for a while, always wanting to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Just as he was thinking, a soft coughing sound came from his ear.

Ling Jiuyao stood still, carefully identified for a moment, turned his toes, and walked in the direction of the sound.

After a few steps, he spotted a figure behind a tree.

The man was wearing a gold-woven black robe, with his slender figure facing away from him, with one hand resting on the tree, as if he had just been injured.

Ling Jiuyao glanced over there and said, "Are you okay?"

The man paused and turned around.

At this moment, surprise appeared in the eyes of the two of them at the same time.

If this was in a forest of flowers flying all over the sky, it would definitely be regarded as a stunning first sight, as if the time around them slowed down a bit, so that they could distinguish the people in front of them carefully.

The man stared at him, and Ling Jiuyao noticed that his left eye turned out to be a faint silver-gray, which was surprisingly familiar.

"Did we meet there?" The other party was puzzled and asked slowly.

Ling Jiuyao couldn't help laughing: "Although my answer may make people feel that I am getting close, I also feel like I know you."

"Can you tell me your name?" the man smiled.

"Ling Jiuyao."

"Good name."

"Where's the good?"

"Superior above the nine heavens, with lofty aspirations."

Ling Jiuyao couldn't help admiring this explanation, and asked with a smile, "What about you, what's your name?"

The man showed a bright and gentle smile: "My surname is Qi, Qi Yu."

Behind him, the withered trees in the forest sprouted green buds, and flower buds appeared in the blink of an eye, and then bloomed on the branches.

All of a sudden, the fragrance of flowers hits people.