Looking at the crowd fleeing everywhere, Yun Zhongke pretending to be a fortune teller was about to stop someone from among them and ask what was going on. Before he could speak, he heard someone shouting in the distance:

"The rebels are here, everyone run away! If you don't run away, you will die!"

In a moment, there was no one around him, and they all ran away in scattered places.

"Oh, the world is going to be in chaos again." He couldn't help but sigh, "I'll go and see if I can save one person."

He entered the woods in three steps and saw a mess on the woods. There was still a lot of blood on the trees and grass. There was no corpse. It seemed that someone had cleaned the battlefield.

"Ah, why are there any breathing sounds?" He lowered the fortune-telling banner and lowered his head to search among the grass. "Strange, why is there no one?"

"There are some blood in the grass. There must be a fierce fight here. If there is blood, it means someone is injured. If this person is not in the grass, where will it be?" "By the way, on the tree! I didn't expect that my guest in the clouds will be old and my mind will be gone!" He said to himself:

He looked up and saw a baby clamping on the lush tree. He was standing on one side and a sleeping boy was already being held down by him.

I saw the baby breathing evenly, smiling, and sleeping sweetly.

"At this time, only you can sleep!" Yun Zhongke couldn't help but smile bitterly at the sleeping baby.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the cute little guy's face, and said with kindness: "Little guy, you will follow me, the old man in the future."

Suddenly, another pair of official troops came over. Yun Zhongke rushed up to the uncle and hid it. He heard something vaguely, "The son of rebellion... to kill the roots, etc." After a terrifying, he left again.

After Yun Zhongke waited for them to leave, he jumped down, looked at the sleeping baby with complicated eyes, sighed, and still hugged him and left.

The little boy grew up, and Yun Zhongke found a golden lock from the cradle where he saved his child. No, it should be just half a piece of golden lock. The two words "Changfeng" were engraved on the half piece of golden lock, and Yun Zhongke named the little boy: Changfeng.

Yun Zhongke floated away with a sweet sleeping baby. From then on, an old fortune teller with a baby was added to the country. After a few years, he became a little boy and a blind father-in-law performing on the streets.

Ten years later.

Yun Zhongke suffered from a secret injury caused by a martial arts competition with others in his early years. He knew that his life span was not long, so he returned to his seclusion with Changfeng. He slept with Blue Valley in the Moon Mountains in Jiangnan, and focused on teaching Changyuan chess, calligraphy, painting, medical skills, disguise, and his unique martial arts skills. In a blink of an eye, five years have passed, Changfeng has grown into a handsome young man. Yun Zhongke suffered a secret injury at this time and finally fell ill. There is no cure for treatment. And it is getting worse day by day. It is almost gone. Yun Zhongke also knows that he is not much time. One day, Yun Zhongke calls Changfeng to the front of the collapse:

"Changfeng, Master knows that he has not had much time, and you have to take care of yourself in the future."

"Master..." Changfeng couldn't help crying when he thought of his master's care for him for fifteen years.

"Get the bamboo box before the master collapsed." Yun Zhongke whispered to his proud disciple.

"Yes, Master." Changfeng took the bamboo box and delivered it to Yunzhong Guest.

"You open it." Yun Zhongke ordered in a fury manner.

Changfeng opened the bamboo box, took out half a piece of gold lock and a piece of silk cloth, and handed it to the master.

"This half of the golden lock was found in your cradle back then. The silk cloth was found in the heart of your golden lock. I found that the silk cloth was a martial arts technique, and your birth date and horoscope. The mental method was not fully understood in the past ten years. This may be your family martial arts. As for your life experience, I don't know it. This golden lock is the only clue to understanding your life experience. If you keep it, you must not lose it." Yun Zhongke handed the golden lock in his hand to Changfeng, "Otherwise,

In addition, you must stay in the valley for another three years. It is best to be able to comprehend this mental method. If you cannot, I have set up three mechanisms on the way out of the valley. Only by increasing your skills for another three years can you break through these three mechanisms. Your teacher has never shown you his true face. You will leave you eight masks. As long as you follow the disguise method I teach you, there are not many people in the world who can know your true face. Now that my life is over, our master and disciple will meet again in the next life." After saying that, he suddenly relaxed his hand and died.

After Yun Zhongke said so many words in one breath, he must be a rebirth.

"Master, Master..." Changfeng couldn't help but cry as the master who raised him to be an adult passed away.

Spring and autumn come, and three more years have passed. Changfeng didn't know whether he had understood the family-born martial arts and mental techniques, but he knew all the movements within a radius of ten feet. As long as he calmed his mind, he could detect the skills and gathered his ears. As for what level he had reached, only God knew.

Now Changfeng has no pain of losing his army three years ago, and his handsome face has become somewhat mature, courageous and firm. It is no longer meaningful to stay in the Blue Valley, which is like spring all year round. It is time to leave the valley.

He made up his mind to leave the valley. At that moment, Changfeng put away the mental method, put the golden lock and mental method into a treasure bag, went to the master's grave to pray, packed up the gold and silver fines, and prepared to break through the barrier and get out of the valley. However, he walked from the valley to the entrance of the valley, but he did not encounter any level. He was puzzled. Maybe it was the master who set a mental barrier for him to test him before his death, so he could not help but feel happy: "Won't it be better if he doesn't need to pass the barrier?" He roared to the sky, shocking the birds flying.

Finally leaving Piaolan Valley, Changfeng couldn't help feeling lost. Where should he go? Where can he find his life experience? He couldn't help but feel a little confused. Fortunately, he is optimistic by nature and does not take these things to heart. After a while, the feeling of loss will immediately recover. Let's leave this Mianyue Mountain area first!

Didn’t the master say that he should not show his true face? So he took out the mask of one of the eight masks from the bag, attached it to his face, disguised for a while, practiced voice change, took out the long gown that the master wore when he walked in the world, and put it on. At this time, you look at Changfeng again, a middle-aged scholar in a down-and-out barren mountain. Facing the rising morning glow, he looked at Piaolan Valley, which had lived behind him for eight years, and embarked on the journey of his life. Changfeng was just eighteen years old this year.
Chapter completed!