Chapter 1: God pattern and magical power

In the ancient land, the demon is so wild, the demon is arbitrarily hunting and killing the human race, and the human race is weak.
In the first year of the first year, a mountain of God descended from the sky, and the four characters of the book "Tiandao Zhaoran" were written. The three major sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred.
Terran immortal, Avenue Yongchang!
Qingyuecheng, Nanxingyuan.
With the end of the last spring rain, Qingyue City has ushered in a summer!
Slightly hot weather, the students of many classes in Nanxing College are drowsy, but the students in the junior three classes are all energetic, one eye is round and round, staring at the fifteen six on the podium. Aged white skirt girl.
"The martial arts is full of hardships. The apprentices are divided into ten stars. If you cultivate to ten stars, you can become a warrior. If you break through the martial arts, you will be the three-dimensional realm of Confucius, Guiyuan and Shenyuan. It’s not easy. If someone is talented and breaks through the ternary realm, they will become the emperor’s strong guardian of the human race. In the history of my race, there are 36 emperors, and continue to go up and realize the heaven and earth avenue. If you create a supernatural power, you can make a saint, but for thousands of years, there are only three people!"
"In addition to thousands of kinds of supernatural powers, there are still mysterious lines and bones. I am a god-protected race. Now, let's talk about the gods!"
The girl in the white skirt stood on the podium, and the clear and transparent eyes swept over the students who were sitting in danger. The light and elegant voice was like a clear spring, crisp and sweet.
The young girl named Lin Ziyan, a talented student of the Southern Star Academy, is only fifteen years old, but she is about to become a real warrior. It is enchanting to achieve such an achievement at her age.
And Miss Zi Yan is the proud dean of the South Star Academy, such a proud woman, today as a substitute teacher, teach here!
"If you compare the magical word to the word, then the pattern is a stroke, only you can understand the pattern, master the strokes, you can write the word, and repair the magical power!"
"The three tidal palms are the low-level magical powers composed of thirty-six basic gods. Today I am mainly telling you the first three of these thirty-six gods!"
She walked a few steps forward and looked at the students.
The purple-glossy hair is scattered behind the waterfall. The crystal beads of gold silk hang a bunch of purple hair on the ear side. The classical white silk dress will make the upper body look exquisite and the front end of the sleeve is half-white like jade. On the arm, the slender wrist is hung with a silver bracelet without any decoration. The temperament is elegant, such as the fairy of the snow-capped mountains.
Stunning face, mysterious background, is also a disciple of Vice President Nanxing, and is already a ten-star apprentice, will soon become a great warrior, this identity, undoubtedly make these children of the primary three classes admire.
The structure of the gods is extremely complicated and cumbersome, but Lin Ziyan is a slap in the face, and writes three lines of gods accurately. After writing, he turns to look at the students. When turning around, the skirt and neck of the long skirt Partly vaguely revealing the beautiful neck and the clearly visible clavicle, the skirt is flowing like a moonlight, and all smiles exude a fascinating charm.
The children of the junior three classes are mostly around the age of twelve or three, and their faces are still childish. They sit reverently and look forward to the admiration and admiration of Miss Ziyan’s eyes.
"Miss Purple is so beautiful!"
"I must become a warrior, killing the demon with the Miss Zi Yan!"
This is undoubtedly the voice of most boys. It is absolutely a lifelong desire for countless people to kill the demon with Miss Purple.
At this time, at the end of the classroom, a slightly thin teenager was in a daze. He sat in the back of the classroom and was blocked by the first few teenagers. Almost no one noticed him. His eyebrows are handsome, although not particularly handsome, but it is also well-defined, and the deep shackles sparkle with agility.
Ye Wei is originally a person with a low sense of existence. Whether in this class or in the family, the sea is only red, and almost no one will pay attention. He vaguely remembers that the elders of the family knew that he had only the disappointing expression when he was in the red level.
"The gods... I have no hope that I will become a warrior in this life. What is the use of learning the gods? Without the power, even the gods can't be sketched!"
Ye Wei mouth squatted with a smile of self-deprecating, and thought of the test results before entering the South Star Academy, could not help but shake the palm of his hand, the back of the hand reveals the blue veins.
The talents of the sea are divided into seven levels of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple. The talent of Ye Wei is the weakest red level. Even if you work hard, you will become a ten-level apprentice at most, and you are not expected to become a warrior.

At the college, people are being bullied and mocked, no one cares in the family!

"I Ye Wei also wants to be a genius like Miss Zi Yan, and I want to be a warrior who is valued by the family like a cousin, and wants to be the pride of the family. I am looked up, but... why is this reality? cruel!"
Ye Wei has buried too many unwillingness in his heart. He has tried many times and even tried to break the dangerous thing of knowing the sea, but he failed.
After years of bitterness, nothing has been obtained in the end. This kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear.
Although Ye Wei did not give up, the reality cannot be changed.
Ye Wei snorted slightly, and the bitter bitterness was lingering in his heart. His fingers unconsciously dialed on the table and did not listen to the class. On the desk in front of him, lying quietly on a book made of cowhide hard paper, this book is very worn out, like being burned by fire, covered with traces of burnt black.
On the cover of the book, a winding green hill rushes into the sky and stands tall.
There seem to be a few vague big characters on the Qingshan Mountain. Although it is impossible to see what is written, there is a faint temperament.
This dilapidated ancient book was picked up by Ye Wei from the garbage dump in the basement of the family. In the rumor, the former Ye family was extremely powerful. It was the emperor's family. The ancestor was the strongest of the emperor's level, but the brilliant one, They have long been annihilated in the dust of history... Now the Ye family, the Qingyue City, which is extremely inconspicuous in the western part of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is only a second-rate family!
Ye Wei unconsciously stroked the cover of this dilapidated ancient book. The cover has a rough texture, giving an indescribable quirky feeling.
What Ye Wei didn't know was that when he touched the old book, a strange and invisible force was spreading rapidly with his fingers as if it were ripples on the surface of the water. The circle spreads in a circle.
Ye Wei yawned and suddenly felt very sleepy. The eyelids were more and more unable to support. Between them, he fell asleep on the old book.
Ye Wei is caught in a long dream!
This is a long and long dream. Ye Weimeng saw a towering green hill, pines and cypresses, and gaze at it. There seems to be hundreds of millions of mysterious lines in the faintness of the mountains. Suddenly, the whole mountain is bursting. It turned into a flame stone, one of which was facing the Ye Wei bombing. The mysterious lines on the stone were alive, and the madness went to Ye Wei’s brain, and the knowledge of various gods suddenly exploded in my mind. Ye Wei’s head is sore.
The green hills on the dilapidated ancient books don’t know when they disappeared quietly...
The dilapidated pages were turned into ashes and disappeared.