2 Where it all beganDouluo Continent, Northern Xingluo Empire, Yinchuan City
Yinchuan City is a large city in the north of the Xingluo Empire. Due to its flat terrain, mild climate and abundant rainfall, it has unique advantages in medicinal planting and is an important medicine supply center in the north of Xingluo.
Douluo Continent, there are two empires on the continent, or it can be said that there are two alliances. Because in the two empires, a large amount of territory is divided among the princes, and there are countless nobles with armed forces.
One of these two empires is the Xingluo Empire where Yinchuan City is located, and the other is the Tiandou Empire in the north of Xingluo.
Yinchuan City is less than 800 miles away from the Tiandou Empire, and is the closest city to the Tiandou Empire in the Xingluo Empire.
It was just dawn when a faint fish belly white glow rose in the distant east.
Located in the Poyi clan mansion in the east of Yinchuan City, there is a quiet courtyard. Entering the courtyard, it is not very luxurious, but rather quiet and simple. The courtyard is paved with bluestones all around, and the layout inside the courtyard is elegant and natural. The flower beds, lawns and medicinal gardens are scattered in an orderly manner, giving people a harmonious and comfortable feeling. The architectural style of the courtyard is simple and natural, mostly made of logs and stones, which looks simple and quiet.
I only saw a thin figure in the courtyard holding a miniature spear and practicing his marksmanship. He was a little boy who looked about five or six years old, with a pair of bright eyes, heroic eyebrows, and a high nose bridge, making people unforgettable at first sight.
"Shua~"
"Swoosh~"
"Woo~"
The spear danced, the tip of the spear was like a dragon, and arcs of light appeared between the dances, like a latent dragon emerging from the abyss, extremely powerful. The dancing spear shadow was like a poem or a painting, revealing calmness in its agility, exuding an incomparable charm. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that such superb spear skills could come from the hands of a child.
"Huh~~~"
After finishing the gun drill, the boy let out a long breath, and a stream of white air came out of his mouth like a thread. He put down his gun, picked up the towel beside him to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and looked up at the not-so-bright sky. He was going to do something today, not only because it was necessary, but also to understand the truth of that year.
The young man was Yun Ming, the patriarch of the Poyi Clan and the grandson of Yang Wudi. He was also Yun Ming, the master of the Sea God Pavilion at Shrek Academy 20,000 years later.
Although Yun Ming returned to 20,000 years ago and was reborn, his memory was problematic. He still had the behavioral habits, personality, and physical instincts of his previous life, but his memory of his previous life had not yet been restored. Of course, it was only now that it had not been restored!
The memories that remain in my mind now are all memories of this life.
Today is very special, it is Yun Ming's sixth birthday, and it is also the clan's memorial day!
To commemorate the clan members of the Haotian Sect who died at the hands of the Spirit Hall, and to commemorate Yun Ming's deceased parents and uncle. Due to the special nature of this date, Yun Ming has never celebrated his birthday.
After looking at the sky and sorting out his thoughts, Yun Ming went back to the house to pack up and wash up, ready to participate in the ceremony later.
Perhaps sensing the sad atmosphere of the Yang family, the weather was not good today. The sky was covered with thick and dark clouds, making the whole world gloomy.
Yun Ming had just finished washing up and walked out of the room wearing white mourning clothes. He saw an old man waiting in the yard.
The old man was tall and thin, well-proportioned, with black hair and a ruddy complexion. But his expression was somewhat gloomy, and his eyes gave people a grim feeling, with a cold look. This man was the current patriarch of the Po Yi clan and Yun Ming's grandfather, Yang Wudi.
When Yang Wudi saw that his grandson had packed up, his expression did not change, still as cold as ever, and he directly greeted Yun Mingdao.
"Let's go, it's about to start!"
Yun Ming didn't say much when he saw this, he just stepped forward and held Yang Wudi's hand. Yang Wudi was in a particularly bad mood during these days every year. Yun Ming knew the reason and was used to it. All he could do was to let his grandfather feel his presence so that he wouldn't be so sad.
When Yang Wudi saw his grandson taking the initiative to shake his hand, although there was no change on his face, the coldness in his eyes faded a little. He also held Yun Ming's hand tightly, and they walked towards the clan's ancestral hall together.
By the time Yang Wudi and his grandson arrived at the ancestral hall, the other members of the clan had basically gathered. There were not many people, about 400 people. When they saw the two men coming, they came forward to greet them.
"Chief!"
"Chief!"
"Chief!"
Yang Wudi nodded in response, and took Yun Ming through the crowd to the front of the ancestral hall, where he came to the sacrificial table with various offerings.
Yun Ming looked at the tablet with his parents' names on it placed behind the sacrificial table. Although he tried to remain calm on his little face, his eyes were filled with a kind of silent sadness, quiet and poignant.
Yang Wudi felt heartbroken when he saw the sad expression on Yun Ming's face, who had been smart, sensible and strong since childhood. But after the heartache came deep hatred, as if there was an endless flame burning in his chest, and he couldn't even suppress his own murderous intent.
Feeling the violent murderous aura from Yang Wudi, everyone felt as if they were in an ice cellar, and they were as weak as cicadas. Yun Ming was also affected by this murderous aura, and temporarily got rid of his sadness, and reminded his grandfather Yang Wudi.
"Grandpa, it's time to start the ceremony!"
After hearing Yun Ming's reminder, Yang Wudi came back to his senses. Looking at the frightened tribesmen around him, he retracted his murderous aura and spoke to the tribesman who was in charge of conducting the sacrifice nearby.
"Let's get started!"
The clan members in the ancestral hall relaxed when they saw that their chief had put away his murderous intent, and could not help but marvel at his might.
When the tribesmen who were holding the sacrifice ceremony heard the chief speaking, they quickly stepped forward and began the ceremony.
"The ceremony begins!"
"play music!"
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As the sacrificial rituals such as playing music, firing cannons, beating drums, ringing bells, and waving whisks were completed, the process came to the incense burning stage.
After Yang Wudi finished offering incense, Yun Ming stepped forward and took the incense handed over by Yang Wudi. He looked at the spirit tablets of his parents and clansmen, and made a firm promise in his childish voice.
"Dad, mom, uncle and tribesmen!"
"Yun Ming swears here!"
"I will definitely make the Haotian Sect pay the price for their betrayal."
"I will also settle the feud between the Po Yi Clan and the Spirit Hall."
"Give the tribe an explanation!"
"The sky is high and the underworld is low!"
"This oath!"
"Undying! Unending!!!"
Yun Ming's attitude towards the Spirit Hall was a little vague, and he was a little confused because he knew too little about what happened back then. Based on what Yun Ming knew so far, it was not enough for Yun Ming to make a final decision.
From an objective point of view, the Spirit Hall did kill many members of the Po Yi Clan, but the Po Yi Clan also killed many people from the Spirit Hall! The confrontation between the two sides was more due to the issue of position. With the news that the Po Yi Clan withdrew from the Haotian Sect, the Spirit Hall has not troubled the Po Yi Clan in recent years. This is a confusing account, and the Po Yi Clan cannot be involved in it in its current situation.
From the perspective of justice and fairness, although Yun Ming does not like the Spirit Hall, he still recognizes the contribution and importance of the Spirit Hall to the spirit master world over the years. Yun Ming cannot subvert the entire Spirit Hall for the sake of hatred.
In terms of personal hatred, Yun Ming only knew that his parents died because of that incident, but he wanted revenge but didn't know who the target was. Yun Ming didn't know whether it was Bibi Dong or someone specific, or whether that person was dead or alive.
Yang Wudi and other members of the Poyi clan in the ancestral hall were shocked by Yun Ming's words and aura. They felt that Yun Ming was emitting an aura that shocked the world and was invincible, which made everyone feel a tremor from the depths of their souls. This feeling was even more unforgettable than when Yang Wudi's murderous aura was leaked before.
This made Yang Wudi and the remaining elders in the clan look dazed. This was the second time they saw someone with such an absolutely invincible aura. The last time was when Tang Chen, the old leader of Haotian Sect, showed such an aura.
For a moment, the old men were so excited that their eyes were filled with tears and their bodies were shaking slightly. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, they would definitely kneel down and shout with joy, "The gods love you!" The son of hope was sent to their Po Yi clan!
Yun Ming's resolute tone, firm will, and majestic momentum made everyone trust him and believe that the child in front of them would definitely be able to fulfill his oath in the future.
Yang Wudi looked at Yun Ming's face that looked like his daughter, and tears welled up in his eyes. He was happy that Yun Ming was born with a strong aura, happy that his daughter and son-in-law had a good son, and that he had a good grandson. He was happy that he had lived up to his daughter's dying wish and raised her son into a man. But after the joy, Yang Wudi also understood the intention of Yun Ming's action. The joy in his heart faded, and a feeling of worry surged in his heart.
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