In the Holy Tribe, a group of tribesmen surrounded them, and everyone showed joy. Such a night was the first time for them to have such tranquility and peace.

Everyone surrounded and looked into the crowd, wanting to take a look at the baby who scared away the monster in the fog. Everyone was talking about it, it was very lively. The old man Tan, the clan mother Sanniang, the clan leader Shang Qing, Dongzi and others were surrounded.

The clan mother Sanniang was holding a baby in her hand. The baby was surprisingly quiet in the swaddling clothes. The swaddling clothes were very simple. They wrapped the baby layer by layer with only a layer of coarse linen clothes, which looked messy. Seeing the cloth clothes with blood that had already dried, the woman's eyes were filled with sorrow. Although she was a little panic, she carefully lifted a corner of the wrapper. Seeing that the baby was breathing evenly while sleeping, she breathed relieved and looked at everyone and said, "The child is fine, he is still alive."

Everyone was relieved when they heard this, their faces were filled with joy.

The tribe mother checked the babies one by one, and after confirming that the child was not seriously injured, she said fortunately: "It's a boy."

The patriarch Shangqing also came over and took a look, and said, "Sanniang, you can also see the baby and the cradle. Do you have any relics or any entrusted things left? Why do you also see his life experience?"

The old man Tan also nodded and said, "Yes, this child can fall into my mysterious world and make the devil afraid. It must be of extraordinary origin."

After hearing the two of them, the woman pondered for a moment, put the swaddle on the table with a hint of hesitation, and gently opened it. A thin baby walked into everyone's eyes. Although the baby was thin, he kicked his legs hard, and his small hands were clamped tightly as if he was holding his fists. He did not open his eyes but continued to fall asleep.

But the child was carrying a bracelet on his neck and surrounded his chest, which felt very ordinary. She was probably left by her biological mother, and everyone could only guess. What disappointed everyone was that there was nothing except a short flute in the package, which inevitably disappointed everyone. It seemed that everything about this child would be a mystery in the end.

After the woman took out the short flute, she saw that it was a bamboo flute. Except for the word "Yin" engraved on the end of the bamboo flute, it looked extremely ordinary and had nothing special, so she handed it over to Shangqing to check it out.

After taking it, Shangqing checked for a while, but had no clue at all. He turned around and looked at the old man and said, "Master, what's wrong with this thing? Will the words on it be related to his life experience? He said that, and handed the bamboo flute to the old man."

The old man took the object, first checked it, stared at the word "yin" for a long time, but after searching for the Dharma consciousness, he did not find any information. Then he looked at the baby and said slowly: "Qi, it's really strange. Since it is his own thing, others will use it at will, so let him on his body."

As he said that, he handed the bamboo flute to the woman. After the tribe mother Sanniang put the bamboo flute away, she handed the baby to another woman beside her, and stood up and said, "What's the name of this child? At least I have to give him a name."

Shangqing nodded, looked at the old man and said, "It's better to give him a name by the master."

The old man looked at the two of them and pondered for a while and said, "When I was just waiting to save him, a green light rose up, and then scared the demons away, making the roaring wind suddenly become harmonious. This is a sign of auspiciousness, so let's call him Shen Ling, hoping that he can bring a peaceful and peaceful day to my Xuan clan."

"Shen    …Chong,” the woman slowly recited: "Yeah, it's a good name, but I'm sorry for this child. I don't know what kind of experience I have experienced. It's your fate to fall into my Xuan Realm. Don't worry, my mother will let you grow up safely."

Everyone praised the name, and Dongzi came forward and said, "Chen Ling, Chen Ling, haha, I will be your Uncle Dongzi from now on."

Shangqing also filled with smiles and murmured: "Chen Ling, good weather, I hope you can bring good luck to my Xuan clan, eliminate the monsters in the Xuan world, and come out of the light."

The clan mother, mage, clan leader, and everyone in the clan felt that this son could scare away all the demons. The nemesis of a monster would be destined to be extraordinary in the future, but he did not know that this baby with unknown background had already planted hope in the hearts of the clan members and given important tasks.

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The sunset passed the last ray of light and shone into the forest, showing a golden color. Here the mountains are undulating, and sometimes green clouds and white mists are floating around, half-covered, like a fairyland. This is the most beautiful place in the Xuan Realm - the top of the mountain, where the valleys are lush and peaks are lush, waterfalls are like clouds, and birds and beasts are all there.

The long song floats softly, whirling through the entire valley and deep into the distance, making the entire mountain top more gentle and calm in its beauty. The melody of the song is graceful without sadness, but it is a bit exciting and makes people feel deeply happy, as if all the resurrections are even more energetic.

The sound of the song came from a boy of fourteen or five years old. The boy was dressed in gray cloth and looked ordinary. Although he was not considered an extraordinary appearance and was talented, he was still fresh and handsome, gentle and elegant. His delicate and tender face showed a hint of simplicity.

At this time, he was curled up on a big tree, holding a flute in his hand, looking at the waterfall behind him, splashing with clouds and mist, and was stunned, as if he was thinking about something. The song just now was just a song that was born from his heart and played on a whim.

The young man didn't understand why he was born to play the magic of this horizontal flute. Since the bamboo flute accompanied him, it has been like his own shadow, never separated, and has long been connected with him. His clan members have never taught him, but he is naturally self-informed and has a talent.

Even the old men in the clan said that they would have extraordinary achievements in the future, and there was only one person in the Xuan Realm, because no one in the Xuan Realm knew this skill, let alone music. For them, they had a good idea of ​​every day, which was the current thing. In their spare time, they could just listen to a young man playing a song, which would give them some spiritual comfort.

Just as the boy was stunned, a sudden burst of shock rose from the distance, a group of birds scattered in the air, and then a strong aura came into the air. The boy's face was shocked at first, and after seeing the familiar figure in the forest, he was delighted. This figure was very familiar to him. As he grew up, he would always have a hint of tenderness in the boy's heart.

A tall and mighty middle-aged man with a simple and simple face, wearing a coarse gray dress, carrying two sharp axes, carrying a few pheasants in his hand, was jumping into the air.

He walked in the air, and wherever he passed, it seemed that there was still a trace of energy lingering around, and all the force was revealed. When he approached the boy, he turned over and fell to the ground, splashing a light ashes, throwing the hunted pheasant in his hand on the ground, and shouted at the boy on the tree with joy on his face: "Chen Ling, why don't you come down and help."

The boy put away the bamboo flute in his hand and jumped into the air to jump down. He was stiff and almost couldn't stand firm. He patted the dust on his body and stepped forward and said, "Uncle Dongzi, why did he hunt so many pheasants today?"

The middle-aged man called Uncle Dongzi smiled at the young man, "This is because I'm lucky today, these guys are just right."

The young man smiled bitterly and said, "I said, it's Uncle Dongzi, you are just good at it."

The man was stunned for a moment, smiled silly, and changed the topic: "Chen Ling, you see that the sun is about to set. Why should we hurry up and go down the mountain to avoid worrying people."

The boy pointed resolutely and looked back at the entire forest. There was a hint of warm sunshine that had just become dim. The wonderful beauty on the top of the mountain gradually faded away and became humorous, as if even the breeze had become a little cooler, making people feel tense and restless, and sighed in their hearts: "The beauty of the world is about to be swallowed up by the night fog again."

When the middle-aged man saw the boy fall into stasis again, he shouted: "Chen Ling, why are you stunned again?"

The boy came to his senses and said nothing more, but just said calmly: "Let's go! Uncle Dongzi," and said, then he went forward and carried the pheasant and strided towards the bottom of the mountain.

After seeing the boy leave, the middle-aged man scratched the back of his head with a look of inadequacy, shook his head and shouted: "Boy, don't wait for you, Uncle Dongzi, see how I deal with you when I go back, and then hurriedly chased you."

When the two of them left, the top of the mountain returned to its initial tranquility, but at this moment the tranquility became a little strange. The waterfall that was pouring down rose up layers of mist, making the peak opposite the waterfall hidden and visible. The waterfall that was located between the two peaks, and the waterfall flowing down from other valleys was very dangerously hidden.

Just as the two young men left for a long time, under the cover of water mist, golden light flashed out at the mouth of the peak. The soft breath was contained between the two peaks. The gentleness was close to the world. This strange image was unaware of it, briefly appeared, and instantly passed, as if it had never happened. As the light gradually dimmed, the top of the mountain would also usher in its suffocating tranquility. When the thick fog hit, all its beauty was left with fear and despair.
Chapter completed!