In a certain world, a certain day of a certain year, and at a certain moment, twenty-six newborns were born at the same time.

These newborns are male and female, some are healthy, some are weak, some are born in imperial families, and some are abandoned in pigpens.

Some babies see flying swords surround when they open their eyes.

Some babies can only see the blue sky above their heads when they open their eyes.

A voice rang in their minds at the same time.

——This continent is composed of five countries, namely Chu, Luo, Qin, Zhao, and Qi.

The bronze tripod, controlled by the God's envoy, represents the highest authority in the world, and has not appeared in a recognized king for hundreds of years.

There are no rules, no requirements, no help, and twenty-six newborns can only grow up with their own strength. No matter what method is used, if they can unify the continent and become the common ruler of the world, they can be recognized by the gods and obtain the bronze cauldron. That person is the winner of this question and will receive the immortal talisman of immortality.

The only restriction is that the highest level of cultivation in this world can only reach the perfect Golden Elixir to the first infant, that is, the first level of the wild world, and can no longer be improved.

After saying these words, the voice disappeared and never appeared in their minds again.

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You can see the blue sky when you open your eyes, which means there is no tiles covering your head.

In fact, the baby was in a small wooden basin at this time, and the wooden basin was drifting on the river.

His eyes were a little unsightly, thinking that this was not fair. Some people might have the golden key in their arms when they were born, but why did they die?

Are you still an orphan here? Will you still be picked up by your nun, and then repeat your life in that lifetime and keep picking up all kinds of good things?

He Zhen thought about these things and felt very boring. He really wanted to close his eyes and let the river water rush himself to a cliff, then die and leave.

But then he thought that with his luck, he would encounter some adventures if he fell under the cliff.

At this moment, the river water was no longer so fast. He looked at a woman washing clothes by the river from afar, sighed, closed his eyes, and started crying with all his strength.

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When I saw the baby with sword lights all over the sky, I naturally devoted myself to a certain sect of practice.

Unfortunately, he is not the crystallization of any Taoist couple, his parents are servants of this sect.

My mother, who had just given birth a few days ago, struggled to get out of bed, tied him to her back with cloth, and began to clean the yard for the immortals.

While his mother was not paying attention, he opened his eyes again and looked into the sky, and found that the practitioner, who was obviously a teacher, was just a state of inheriting the artistic state.

Is this an immortal?

What should I do to grow up quickly, practice hard, become a useful person, and then find the young master?

The baby thought about this difficult problem and gradually fell asleep again as his mother moved.

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The highest realm in this world is just the first realm of the wilderness, and there are very few people, so the status of the practitioner is naturally not as unattainable as the Chaotian Continent.

The emperor of the world who has the highest power here is naturally the best result of luck.

Good-looking people are generally lucky.

Jing Jiu lay quietly in the hall for three days.

The sad emperor gradually calmed down and began to handle the queen's funeral. Maybe he would think of him at any time and come to see him.

Those nannies and palace maids had naturally washed him clean.

The afternoons in the late spring are always sleepy, and the palace becomes extremely quiet, and the palace maids and eunuchs do not know where to hide and take a nap.

He opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and adapted to this weak body.

He has more experience in this regard than others.

He walked seven steps on the bed, looked at the sky, the ground, and probably understood the current situation.

Then he looked into the distance, felt the faint ringtone in the void, and felt a little relieved.

If someone sees a baby who has been born for three days, he will get up by himself and take a few steps, he may be scared to death.

He lay down again, closed his eyes, and began to meditate and practice.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is sparse. For ordinary practitioners, practicing here for a year is probably not as good as the original day.

But when he was trapped in the snowfield, he had similar experience and believed that he would be much faster than others.

The same thing is said, as long as you live long enough and rarely go down the mountain, you should know more.

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Time passed in a dull way.

Jing Jiu practices every day. In the eyes of palace maids and eunuchs, that is sleeping.

Of course, some people will worry whether the prince slept for so long every day because he was congenital inadequate or sick, but the imperial physician visited him several times and found no problems.

Being held in the arms of the nurse and feeding or excreting is not a problem for Jing Jiu. As long as you are isolated from the six consciousnesses, nothing matters.

The problem is that he still has an outstanding face in this life. Now he is a baby, so he naturally looks particularly cute and beautiful, like ice sculptures and jade carvings.

When he was practicing, the palace maids and eunuchs thought that he was asleep, and they could not help but sneak into his face or other places.

Jing Jiu thought about this matter very seriously, but finally decided to choose to be patient.

The Yunmeng Fantasy Realm in the Qingtian Mirror obviously means to go to the world.

These questioners should have lived here for many years, and their patience and experience of worldly life are part of their perception.

Jing Jiu always thought that Guocheng Temple was stupid and did not need any insight. The reason why he chose to endure was entirely because he had no way to refuse.

In the years that followed, he practiced seriously in the palace and occasionally cried a few times.

A year later, he felt that ordinary babies should be able to start talking, so he spoke, which scared the nanny and the palace maid who served him.

I think it may be because his pronunciation is too standard, and when he opens his mouth, he is not mother, father, or onomatopoeia, but: hot.

The nanny confirmed with the palace maid several times before she confirmed that he was talking about the word hot, and the same meaning he wanted to express.

People in the palace were worried that the prince would catch a cold, so they often wrapped him like rice dumplings, even in the late spring.

He has no true energy now, so naturally he can't say that he is invincible with cold and heat. He is so hot that he is almost out of reach.

In the next year, in addition to practicing, Jing Jiu also did a very important thing.

One day, he saw two palace maids playing chess and found that their chess skills were not much worse than those of a childish face.

He designed some things, and the palace maids and nanny failed the test. (Note)

This made him confirm that the people here are not real life, and this is a illusion.

For other askers, this question may not make any sense, but he thinks it is very important.

He also fully grasped his situation this year.

He is the ninth prince of Chu.

The eight brothers or sisters in front died before they were born.

The queen gave birth to him with great difficulty and died of labor.

In other words, he is the only heir to Chu State.

Logically speaking, the emperor should regard such a child as a treasure.

But the Emperor of Chu was not a common emperor.

Emperor Chu wrote very well in his poems, songs and essays, and his paintings were better, and his literary talent was very romantic, and he was unparalleled in love with the queen. He rejected the minister's request after he made another new name, and even dismissed all the concubines in the palace. Except for attending court meetings every day, he spent most of his time drinking, playing the piano and singing, missing his old wife.

Jing Jiu was not moved because the fragrance of wine and singing that floated at night easily reminded him of Nan Wang on the opposite peak back then.

Because Emperor Chu was deeply in love with his wife, he didn't like the son who caused his beloved wife to die, and he didn't want to pay attention to it, but he just kept a good life and food.

The State of Chu was not very rich or powerful in the south of the mainland, and the people were weak.

Compared with the three powerful countries of Qin, Zhao and Chu, Chu has a very weak sense of existence and is often overlooked.

Jing Jiu was very satisfied with these things and even thought they were perfect.

If he continues to practice in the palace and lives like this, it will be difficult to quickly grasp the outside world, but he doesn't care.

He ignored the worldly affairs in Qingshan back then.

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One year in the dream, about one day in the reality.

The picture of the Dzi beads projected into the sky, changing at an extraordinary speed, bringing out countless light and shadow threads.
To be continued...