Chapter 1 The Herb Picking Boy

In late spring, the Luoyu Mountains, located in the central part of Zhongyuan Continent, stretch for thousands of miles, with layers of mountains and green hills. There are countless large and small peaks, some are tall and majestic, while others are rugged and steep.

Because the Luoyu Mountains have abundant spiritual energy, rich spiritual stone deposits, and numerous spiritual herbs and animals, it has become a place where immortal sects are vying to settle.

Piaoyun Peak is located in the middle of the Luoyu Mountains. From a distance, the tall peaks are looming in the clouds like a blue dragon playing with clouds, which is quite spectacular.

On a smooth rock wall of Piaoyun Peak, there is a poem engraved: "Tianxianzi. Immortal Road" The spring rain sings and the birds fly over, and the green mountains are like satin. The little bee rests and drops his clothes, the sky is getting dark, and the stars are shining. The immortal sea is far away and the shore is not visible. The sword is brave and the piano is light, and the feather fan is light, and the rain is sweet and the wind is accompanied. Standing on the top of the mountain, I smile at the sky, with no regrets in my heart, and gold is not called. Tomorrow, all the flowers should bloom. "The words were written in a flowing style, as if they were about to fly away from the mountain. It is said that five hundred years ago, a cultivator named Lu Qingyun passed by this place and left them there. Later, he became a genius in the world of cultivation in Zhongyuan Continent and was named "Tianxianzi".

In the belly of Piaoyun Peak, there is a different space that is completely different from the outside.

In the different space, there is a different world.

In a huge space, six bronze columns as thick as millstones are scattered around a magma lake with a radius of ten acres. Many golden runes are running on the mottled and simple columns. The tops of the columns are woven into a huge spider web-like spirit gathering array at the dome of the space through red light threads. A red Vermillion Bird flag about ten feet in size is suspended in the center of the array, and a fire-breathing Vermillion Bird flies up and down in the flag.

In the red magma that keeps rolling in the magma lake below the array, a trace of red spiritual power seems to be affected by Like a summon, its light and shadow twisted in the heat of the rising magma, swarming, sinking into the gathering spirit array on it, and then entering the Suzaku flag. The Suzaku on the flag greedily devoured the hot spiritual power, and then turned the devoured spiritual power into wisps of golden clouds and spurted it out, sinking into the void above and disappearing.

At this time, on an unknown cliff more than a hundred miles away from Piaoyun Peak. A boy who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old was climbing the cliff with his bare hands.

The boy's handsome face was covered with sweat, and his delicate hair was a little messy. His light gray clothes had been worn out in several places, and his exposed arms were also scratched by sharp rocks. The boy stared at a spiritual grass with purple cross flowers on the cliff, his eyes full of hope and determination.

"Hold on a little longer, you can pick Huiming grass, and there is hope that my mother's eye disease will be cured. "The young man said to himself, with a smile close to success on his lips. The young man climbed hard, three meters, two meters, one meter... Finally he climbed to the location of the spiritual grass, stretched out a hand and carefully picked the "Huiming Grass".

Looking at the Huiming Grass in his hand, the boy's fatigue was swept away.

"There is nothing that this little fairy can't do." The young man said to himself proudly.

The boy put the "Huiming Grass" into the wooden box prepared in advance in his arms and carefully put it away. The boy turned his head to look down the mountain. The originally tall trees at the foot of the mountain became as small as weeds in his vision. Then he rubbed his eyes and groped his way down the mountain.

It's easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down. A gust of mountain wind whistled by. Perhaps because the boy was too tired, his left hand that was holding the rock slipped, and in an instant, the whole body lost balance and fell down.

The boy felt his scalp tingling and shouted, "I, Xu Yang, can't die! My mother is still waiting for me to bring medicine back! "

In a panic, he felt something blocking him from falling, and his body's momentum slowed down. Xu Yang instinctively grabbed something with both hands. It turned out that an old tree growing halfway up the mountain just held him up.

He held the branch tightly with his left hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his right hand, and let out a long breath. He looked up at the mirror-like sky and said to himself, "The sky is so blue."

Xu Yang's origin.

Twenty years ago, Qingshi Town.

Qingshi Town is a small border town in Donglai State, but it is the only way to Laiyang County, the second largest county in Donglai State. The town is not big, but it is also very lively.

There is a restaurant called "Lehu Wine Shop" in Qingshi Town. The owner of the restaurant is surnamed Zhao. When he was young, Boss Zhao was a sergeant. After retiring from the army, he worked as a bodyguard for several years. When he was older, he left the escort agency and sold this restaurant as a living. When Boss Zhao was forty years old, he had an only daughter. Named Zhao Min. Unfortunately, when Zhao Min was fifteen years old, the whole family encountered a mountain flood during the trip, and only Zhao Min was lucky enough to survive.

In Lehu Wine Shop.

I saw a dark-faced, bearded drunk holding the collar of a thin waiter with his left hand, and clenching his right fist to hit the waiter in the face. The waiter was already trembling with fear, his face was ashen.

"Where did this rascal come from? He drank in my shop without paying, and dared to hit people!" A young woman's crisp shout came from the wine shop.

The woman was not tall and looked only about twenty years old.

A light blue tight dress outlined her exquisite curves. A head of black long hair was tied into a bun like a flower bud behind her head, and a few strands of black hair hung down naturally on her temples. Under the broad forehead, a pair of watery big eyes flashed a bit of cleverness.

As the woman spoke, she rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, exposing her white arms, which were as delicate as lotus roots and had a heroic spirit.

The drunkard heard someone scolding him from behind, turned his head and saw that the person who came was a beautiful woman. She grabbed the waiter's left hand and let it go. The waiter's whole body was like a pile of mud and collapsed to the ground.

"Where did you come from, little lady? You are very much to my taste. Come and have a drink with me. I just retired from the military camp a few days ago and haven't had meat yet." After saying that, she swallowed her saliva and showed a lustful look on her face.

Hearing the drunkard teasing her with words, the woman raised her eyebrows, took two steps forward to the drunkard, and without saying a word, raised her leg and kicked the drunkard in the lower abdomen.

The drunkard instinctively blocked with his arms in front of him. With a bang, his whole body retreated two steps. The drunkard shook his head violently and sobered up a little.

"Ouch! My little beauty, you still have some tricks. I'll play with you." After saying that, he kicked the table beside him, and the food and wine on the table fell to the ground.

The drunk man stretched out his big hands and grabbed the woman's chest fiercely.

The blue-shirted woman was so ashamed and angry that she dodged the drunk's big hand like a clever swallow and kicked out again.

The drunk was from the military camp and his skills were not bad. In a blink of an eye, he was entangled with the woman.

The drunk man was obviously much stronger than the blue-shirted woman.

After a few rounds, the blue-shirted woman was already panting.

The blue-shirted woman was not careful and was grabbed by the drunk man's arm.

The drunk man smiled obscenely and pulled hard, and took the opportunity to grab the blue-shirted woman's belt with his other hand. It was too late for the woman to get rid of him.

"Young lady, let me kiss you." The drunkard said, and was about to move his face closer.

"Pah!"

At this moment, a small stone shot from nowhere and hit the drunkard's outstretched palm accurately.

The drunkard screamed in pain and retracted his hand. The woman took the opportunity to step back two steps to avoid the drunkard's entanglement.

At this time, a gray-robed scholar was standing at the door of the shop.

The scholar was tall and handsome, wearing a silver Confucian scarf on his head and carrying a small rattan book box behind him.

"You are shameless to tease a common woman in broad daylight." The gray-robed scholar said sternly.

"Where did this pretty boy come from? How dare he ruin my mood." The drunkard was angry and came to the scholar in front of him. He swung his clenched fist like a sledgehammer and smashed it hard in the scholar's face.

The scholar leaned to one side, dodging the drunk's attack lightly, and then flicked his right finger towards the drunk's left knee.

Whoosh! An invisible finger wind flicked out from the scholar's finger and hit the drunk's left knee with a "snap".

The drunk felt pain and numbness in his left knee, and his tall body fell to the ground with a plop.

"Use spirit to transform into qi! You, you are actually a cultivator." The drunk was so shocked that he was speechless.

Without saying a word, the scholar raised his right hand and slapped the drunk's face. The drunk felt his face burning, his mouth full of blood, and two teeth fell out when he opened his mouth.

"Please spare me, immortal!" The drunk knew that he had met a master, and he got up from the ground in a panic and ran away.

Seeing the drunk fleeing, the woman breathed a sigh of relief.

The woman walked to the scholar, gently flattened her sleeves, straightened her clothes, bowed slightly to the scholar, and then said: "Thank you for your help, young master. I am Zhao Min, and I am here to greet you."

"It turns out to be Miss Zhao. Miss Zhao is too polite. I was just passing by here and came in to ask for a bowl of water. I happened to encounter this." After saying that, the scholar politely clasped his fists.

"Young master, please come in." Zhao Min said, and welcomed the scholar to a private room in the store, and asked the waiter to clean up the outer hall.

On the tea table, Zhao Min personally poured a cup of tea for the scholar.

"Young master, please have some tea."

"Thank you." As he said that, the scholar took a sip of the teacup and drank it all.

"May I ask your name, sir?"

"My name is Xu Wanli."

"From your accent, I think you are not a local. The drunkard just said that you are a cultivator. Do you take it seriously?"

"I am just an ordinary poor scholar. I look a few years older than you. Just call me Brother Xu. I am from Xicheng County. I am an orphan. I was adopted by my master in a Confucian temple since I was a child. I have learned some simple Confucian self-cultivation methods from my master, but I am far from being a cultivator."

At this point, Xu Wanli showed a little sadness.

"Why are you sad, Brother Xu?"

"My master passed away not long ago."

"I am really sorry to bring up Brother Xu's sad story. The dead are gone, and the living mourn."

Xu Wanli paused and continued, "Master's wish before his death was to go to the Confucian Taizong "Yu Dao Men" for pilgrimage. This time I came here to take Master's relics to Yu Dao Men to fulfill Master's last wish, but the mountain road in the Luoyu Mountains is steep and I got lost. After a few days, I caught a cold and fainted on the mountain road. I don't know which master rescued me. When I woke up, I found myself outside Qingshi Town. I passed by here and came in to ask for a bowl of water."

"So that's it."

As he spoke, Xu Wanli suddenly held his forehead with his hand. His face turned abnormally pale. He closed his eyes, shook his body, and almost fell on the seat.

"Brother Xu, Brother Xu, are you okay?" Zhao Min shouted while helping Xu Wanli up.

The next day, Xu Wanli woke up and found himself lying on the bed. He shook his head vigorously. Although he was a little drowsy, the pain was not so severe.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

Zhao Min came in with a tray. On the tray was a bowl of white porridge, two white membranes and two dishes.

"Brother Xu, are you feeling better?" Zhao Min asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm in much better spirits, but I've caused you a lot of trouble."

"Brother Xu, what are you talking about? Just treat this place as your own home." As soon as Zhao Min said this, she felt that something was wrong and her cheeks blushed.

"Brother Xu, have some food first. You've been sleeping for most of the day. I just asked a doctor, and the doctor said that you just recovered from a cold and fainted due to lack of strength. You will be fine after a few days of rest. Stay here for a few more days." Zhao Min put the tray on the table in the room.

"Thank you, Miss Zhao."

"I wonder what plans Brother Xu has for the future?"

"To be honest, I am not very talented. I have followed my master for many years, but I am still only at the Qi transformation stage. Now my body is not good, so I can't travel far for the time being, so I want to find a place nearby to practice meditation and make plans after my body recovers."

Zhao Min thought for a while and said, "There is also a wine cellar in the back mountain of my shop in the suburbs. There are two houses there. No one disturbs us on weekdays, and the environment is quite quiet. Brother Xu, if you don't mind, you can stay here and recuperate."

Xu Wanli thought for a while and said, "Thank you for taking me in, Miss. I am certainly very happy."

In this way, Xu Wanli lived in Lehu Winery.

Unfortunately, for some reason, Yu Dao Sect closed the mountain gate and no longer accepted mortals and other Confucian disciples to worship within three years. Xu Wanli temporarily gave up the idea of ​​going to Yu Dao Sect.

But after this cold, Xu Wanli suffered from occasional headaches, and his temperament changed like a different person when he had an attack.

Zhao Min would take good care of Xu Wanli every time he had a headache. As time went by, the two gradually fell in love.

With the matchmaker Li in the town, the two got married.

The next year, Zhao Min gave birth to a son and named him Xu Yang.

Who knew that when Xu Yang was eight years old, Xu Wanli left without saying goodbye and never returned. He only left a note saying that he was going to Yu Dao Men to make a pilgrimage to fulfill his master's last wish.

The neighbors around said that Xu Wanli went to Yu Dao Men to cultivate immortality, and a friend who played with Xu Yang gave Xu Yang a nickname called "Xu Xiaoxian."

Xu Yang was always proud that his father was a cultivator, and he also happily accepted the nickname "Xu Xiaoxian".

After Xu Wanli left, Zhao Min raised Xu Yang alone.

Zhao Min hoped that Xu Yang would grow up to be a cultured and righteous scholar like his father, so she invited the best private school teacher nearby to teach Xu Yang how to read and write.

Zhao Min also personally taught Xu Yang some family-inherited boxing and kicking techniques to strengthen his body.

Time flies, and Xu Yang is already seventeen years old.

One day, Zhao Min suddenly developed an eye disease. The doctor she invited said that she needed to use a magical herb called "Huiming Grass" to treat it.

Unfortunately, the Huiming Grass in the pharmacy was out of stock.

The doctor told her that this Huiming Grass was found in the Luoyu Mountains. Xu Yang volunteered to go to the Luoyu Mountains to pick "Huiming Grass" to treat his mother.