In the twilight of spring, the Luoyu Mountain Range, located in the middle of the Zhongyuan Continent, stretches for thousands of miles, and the mountains are towering and green. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThere are countless large and small peaks, ranging from towering and majestic to rugged and steep.

Due to the abundant spiritual energy in the interior of the Luoyu Mountain Range, the abundant spiritual stone deposits, and the numerous spiritual grasses and beasts, it has become a place where the sects of cultivating immortals compete to settle in.

Piaoyun Peak is located in the middle of the Lofeather Mountains. From a distance, the tall mountain peaks loom in the clouds and mist like a dragon, which is quite spectacular.

On a smooth rock wall of Piaoyun Peak, there is a poem engraved: "Heavenly Fairy, Fairy Road" Spring Rain Singing and Flying Bird's Eye View, full of green mountains like satin. The little bee rests and falls on the placket, the sky is getting late, and the stars are shining. The sea of immortals is far away. The sword gall is a light feather fan, and the rain is accompanied by the rain. Facing the top of the smiling sky, the heart has no regrets, and the gold is not called. Tomorrow a hundred flowers should bloom. "The sprinkled words and engraved pen walk the dragon, as if to break away from the mountain and fly away. It is said that five hundred years ago, a cultivator named Lu Qingyun passed by this place, and later became a generation of Tianjiao in the cultivation world of the Zhongyuan Continent, and was awarded the title of "Heavenly Fairy".

However, there is a different space hidden in the belly of Piaoyun Peak, which is completely different from the outside.

In a different space, there is no other world.

In a huge space, six bronze pillars with the thickness of a grinding disc are scattered around the magma lake with a radius of ten acres, and many golden runes on its mottled and simple pillars are constantly running, and the top of the cylinder is woven into a huge spider web-like spirit gathering circle at the space dome through the red light silk, and a red vermilion bird flag of the size of a zhang is hovering in the center of the circle, and a fire-breathing vermilion bird is flying up and down in the flag.

In the chaffling crimson magma in the magma lake below the circle, a trace of crimson spiritual power seemed to be summoned, and its light and shadow were twisted in the heat wave of the rising magma, swarming, and they all submerged into the spirit gathering circle on it, and then entered the Vermilion Bird Banner. The Vermilion Bird on the flag greedily devoured the fiery spiritual power, and then turned the devoured spiritual power into wisps of golden glow and spewed out, disappearing into the void above.

At this time, on an unknown cliff more than 100 miles away from Piaoyun Peak. A boy of sixteen or seventeen years old was climbing the cliff with his bare hands.

The young man's delicate face was stained with sweat, and his delicate broken hair was a little messy. A light gray shirt and pants have worn out several holes, and the exposed arms have also been marked with blood marks by sharp mountain stones. The boy's eyes stared at a spirit grass with purple cross flowers on the cliff, his eyes full of hope and perseverance.

"If we persist, we will be able to harvest the herbs, and there is hope that my mother's eye disease will be cured. The boy said to himself, a smile close to success on the corner of his mouth. The boy climbed hard, three meters, two meters, one meter...... Finally climbed to the location where the spirit grass was, stretched out a hand and carefully picked the "Huiming grass".

Looking at the Hui Ming grass in his hand, the tiredness of the young man's body was swept away.

"There's nothing this fairy can't do. The young man muttered to himself triumphantly.

The boy put the "Hui Ming Grass" into the wooden box prepared in advance in his arms and carefully put it away. The boy turned his head sideways to look down the mountain, and the tall trees below the mountain had become as small as weeds in his view. Then he rubbed his eyes and groped his way down the hill.

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

The young man felt that his scalp was numb, and shouted, "I Xu Yang can't die!

In the panic, I only felt that something was blocking under me, and the momentum of the body's fall slowed down. Xu Yang instinctively grabbed something with both hands, and it turned out that an old tree was born in the middle of the mountain and just held it.

His left hand clutched the branch tightly, and his right hand wiped the sweat from his forehead, and let out a long exhale. Looking up at the mirror-smooth sky, he said to himself, "The sky is so blue." ”

Xu Yang's origin.

Twenty years ago, Bluestone Town.

Qingshi Town is a border town in Donglai Kingdom, but it is the only way to Laiyang County, the second largest county in Donglai Kingdom. It's a small town, but it's also very lively.

There is a restaurant called "Lehu Wine Fang" in Qingshi Town. The owner of the restaurant is surnamed Zhao, and Boss Zhao was originally a dart master in a dart bureau when he was young. When he was older, he left the dart game and made a living from this restaurant. When Boss Zhao was forty years old, he had an only daughter named Zhao Min. Unfortunately, when Zhao Min was fifteen years old, the family was hit by a flash flood during their travels, and only Zhao Min was lucky enough to survive.

Lehu Wine Workshop.

I saw a drunken man with a dark face and a stubble on his face grabbing the collar of a thin shopkeeper with his left hand, and his right hand clenched his fist and was about to smash it into the shopkeeper's face. The shopkeeper was already trembling with fright, and his face was like ashes.

"Where did you come from, you don't pay for drinking in this girl's shop, and you dare to beat people!" A young woman's crisp shout came from inside the wine shop.

The woman was not very tall, she looked to be only about twenty years old.

A light blue tight skirt outlines the delicate curves. A long black hair was coiled in a bun like a bud at the back of his head, and a few strands of green silk on his temples hung down naturally. Under the broad forehead, a pair of big watery eyes flashed a little smartly.

As the woman spoke, she rolled up her two sleeves to her elbows, her white little arms were exposed, revealing a bit of heroism in her beauty.

The drunk man heard someone scolding behind him, turned his head to look, and saw that the person who came was a delicate-looking woman, grabbed the left hand of the shopkeeper and let go. The shopkeeper's whole body was like a pile of soft mud, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Where did the little lady come from, but it is very suitable for the taste of this uncle. Come and drink two glasses with the uncle, Uncle Ben has just returned from the military camp for a few days, and he hasn't opened meat yet. After speaking, he couldn't help swallowing and spitting, showing an evil look on his face.

Listening to the drunken man teasing himself with words, the woman's willow eyebrows were upside down, and she took two steps forward to the drunkard, and without saying a word, she raised her leg and kicked it towards the drunkard's lower abdomen.

The drunk instinctively used his arm in front of him. With a bang, the whole body took two steps back. The drunk shook his head violently, and the wine sobered up for three minutes.

"Oh, the little beauty still has two more moments, Uncle Ben will have a good time with you. After speaking, he raised his foot and kicked away the table next to him, and the wine and food on the table spilled all over the floor.

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

The woman in the blue shirt was embarrassed and angry, her figure flashed like a Qiaoyan, dodging the drunkard's big hand, and kicked out again.

The drunk man was born in the military camp, and his skills were not bad, and he was entangled with the woman in the blink of an eye.

The drunkard's strength is obviously much greater than that of the woman in the blue shirt.

After a few rounds, the woman in the blue shirt was already out of breath.

The woman in the blue shirt was accidentally grabbed by the drunkard by the arm.

The drunk laughed lewdly and tugged hard, and his other hand took the opportunity to grab the belt of the woman in the blue shirt. If the woman wants to get rid of it, it will be too late.

"Little lady, let me kiss you, uncle. The drunkard said, and turned his face away.

"Smack!"

At this moment, a small pebble shot out of nowhere and hit the drunkard's outstretched palm accurately.

The drunk groaned in pain, his hand retracted, and the woman took the opportunity to take two steps back to avoid the drunkard's entanglement.

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

The scholar was tall and delicate, with a silver scarf on his head, and a small rattan bookcase cage on his back.

"In broad daylight, teasing folk girls, Tian is shameless. The gray-robed Confucian said sharply.

"Where did the little white face come from, but he dared to spoil the uncle's interest. The drunken man was annoyed and ashamed, and he stepped a few steps in front of the scholar, and his clenched fist slammed into the scholar's face like a sledgehammer.

I saw the scholar leaning on one side, lightly dodging the drunkard's attack, and then flicking the drunkard's left knee with one finger of his right hand.

An invisible wind popped out of the scholar's fingers and struck the drunkard's left leg at the inside of his knee.

The drunk man only felt pain and numbness in the inner knee of his left leg, and his tall body fell to his knees with a pop.

You, you are actually a cultivator. The drunkard was so shocked that he opened his mouth.

The scholar didn't say a word, raised his right hand, and slapped the drunk in the face. The drunkard only felt that his face was like fire, his mouth was full of blood, and two teeth had fallen from one mouth.

"Immortal family spare your life!" The drunkard knew that he had met a master, and in a panic, he got up from the ground and fled the door.

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

The woman walked up to the scholar, gently flattened the open cuffs, straightened her clothes, bowed slightly to the scholar, and then said, "Thank you for your help." Little girl Zhao Min, there is a courtesy here. ”

"It turned out to be Miss Zhao, Miss Zhao was polite, she was just passing by here, and came in to ask for a bowl of water to drink, and happened to meet this matter. After speaking, the scholar politely hugged his fist.

"Childe inside please. Zhao Min said, welcomed the scholar to a private room in the store, and instructed the shopkeeper to clean up the outer hall.

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

"Childe, please have tea. ”

"Thank you. As he spoke, the scholar took a sip from the teacup, and then drank it all.

"Dare to ask the son's name. ”

"In Xia Xu Wanli. ”

"Listening to Childe's accent, you shouldn't be a local, the drunk man just now said that you are a cultivator, can you take it seriously?"

"I'm just an ordinary poor scholar, I look a few years older than you, just call me Brother Xu. Zai Xia is from Xicheng County, an orphan who was adopted by Shizun in a Confucian temple since he was a child. He Shizun has learned some simple Confucian self-cultivation methods, but he is far from being a true cultivator. ”

Speaking of this, Xu Wan showed a little sadness in his heart.

"Why is Brother Xu sad?"

"Master, his old man passed away not long ago. ”

"I'm really sorry for arousing Brother Xu's sadness. The dead are gone, and the living mourn. ”

Xu Wanli paused and continued: "Shizun's old man's wish before his death was to make a pilgrimage to the "Yudaomen" of Confucian Taizong. I came this time to take the relics of Shizun and his old man to Yudaomen to fulfill Shizun's last wish, but the Zhongshan Road in the Luoyu Mountains was steep, and I got lost in it. After a few days, he was caught in the wind and cold again, and passed out on the mountain road. I don't know which master rescued me, but when I woke up, I found myself outside the bluestone town. As he passed by, he came in and begged for a bowl of water to drink. ”

"I see. ”

As he spoke, Xu Wanli suddenly held his forehead with his hand. His face also turned unusually pale. As soon as his eyes were closed, his body shook, and he almost fell to his seat.

"Brother Xu, Brother Xu, are you okay. Zhao Min shouted as he helped Xu Wanli up.

The next day, Xu Wanli woke up and found himself lying in bed. He shook his head vigorously, and although he was a little drowsy, it was no longer so painful.

There was a creak, and the door was pushed open.

Zhao Min walked in with a tray. On the tray is a bowl of white porridge, two white membranes and two side dishes.

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

"It's out of the way, I'm in a much better spirit, but I've caused you a lot of trouble. ”

"Whatever Brother Xu said, just treat this place as your home. As soon as the words came out, Zhao Min felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't help blushing.

"Brother Xu, let's eat some food first, you've been asleep for most of the day. I have just asked the doctor, and the doctor said that you are just recovering from the wind and cold, and you are fainting from exhaustion. It will be fine to rest for a few days, just stay with me for a few more days. As he spoke, Zhao Min placed the tray on the table in the room.

"Thank you, Miss Zhao. ”

"I don't know what Brother Xu's plans are in the future?"

"I'm ashamed to say that I am stupid and stupid, and I have followed my master for many years, and I am only at the level of the Qi Transformation Period. Now that my body is feint, I can't travel far for the time being, so I want to find a nearby place to recuperate, and wait for my body to recover before making plans. ”

Zhao Min thought for a moment and said, "There is also a wine cellar in the back mountain of my shop. There are two houses there, which are undisturbed on weekdays and the environment is quite quiet. Brother Xu doesn't dislike it, so stay with me to recuperate. ”

Xu Wanli thought for a moment and said, "Thanks to the girl's acceptance, of course, I can't ask for it." ”

In this way, Xu Wanli stayed in Lehu Wine Workshop.

Unfortunately, for some reason, the Yudaomen closed the mountain gate, and for three years, it no longer accepted the worship of mortals and other Confucian disciples. Xu Wanli temporarily dispelled the idea of going to Yudaomen.

But after this wind and cold, Xu Wanli fell into the problem of occasional headaches, and his temperament seemed to have changed.

Every time Xu Wanli has a headache, Zhao Min will take care of it. After a long time, the two gradually fell in love.

Under the matchmaker of Mrs. Li in the town, the two have been married for a hundred years.

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

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

The surrounding neighbors all said that Xu Wanli went to Yudaomen to cultivate immortals, and some friends who played with Xu Yang gave Xu Yang a nickname called "Xu Xiaoxian." ”

Xu Yang has always been proud of his father as a cultivator, and he readily accepts his nickname "Xu Xiaoxian".

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

Zhao Min hopes that when Xu Yang grows up, he can become a scholar with a sense of cultivation and justice like his father, and invites Mr. Xu Yang to teach Xu Yang to read and write from the best private school nearby.

Zhao Min also personally taught Xu Yang some family heirloom fists and kicks to strengthen his body.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Xu Yang is already seventeen years old.

On this day, Zhao Min suddenly suffered from an eye disease. The doctor who came said that it was necessary to use a spiritual herb called "Huiming Grass" to treat it.

Unfortunately, the herbs in pharmacies are out of stock.

The doctor told me that there was this kind of huiming grass in the Luoyu Mountains. Xu Yang volunteered to go to the Luoyu Mountains to pick "Huiming grass" to treat his mother's illness.