The autumn breeze is bleak, and the chill hits.

At this time, it was already evening, the sky was dark, and the pedestrians on the road were in a hurry.

This year's autumn in Taiping City was earlier and colder than usual.

A high vermilion wall stood on the side of the long street, blocking the flying leaves.

Bang!

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard.

"Chirp. ”

The little sparrow arose, flew up from the branches, flapped its wings and fled far away.

A few leaves fell haphazardly, slid past Niu Yuan's smug face, and landed on the ground silently.

Yang Xuan's emaciated body fell to the ground hard, and severe pain hit his whole body.

The cold bluestone floor is chilling, and the feeling of falling from a few meters away is not pleasant.

But Yang Xuan's face was expressionless, he struggled to get up, his face was expressionless, and then he took a step, although he limped, but he walked towards Niu Yuan again with great determination.

This is the eighth time he has gotten up.

Niu Yuan was finally a little scared, he gasped, and said viciously: "Crazy...... Crazy, let you go today and change your ...... I'll clean you up another day, I'll ...... Let's go. ”

Looking at the backs of Niu Yuan and a few people who were far away, the severe pain hit, Yang Xuan finally couldn't support it, pounced, and fell to the ground.

The sky was gray, without stars and moon.

Yang Xuan lay quietly on the ground, not moving, his eyes just staring at the sky blankly.

Just like his heart, there was a dead silence.

"One day, if this son gains power, the world will set off a bloody storm. ”

He remembered what the fortune teller had said to his mother when he was a child.

They all thought that children couldn't understand, but who knew that in this small body, there lived an earthling from the 21st century.

Yang Xuan smiled bitterly, the fortune teller's words seemed to be the biggest sarcasm for him.

More than ten years have passed, and he can't gain momentum at all.

How can a person who is born with blocked meridians be able to gain power?

Fifteen years ago, a wisp of his soul came to this world and became a little baby of the Yang family in Taiping City, Yan Kingdom.

Not long after he awakened his memory, his father in this life, Yang Qingtian, passed away.

Then, the greater tragedy was that he was found to be born with a crippled body and could not practice martial arts.

Such news, even with his state of mind of being dozens of years old in his previous and previous lives combined, could not accept it for a while.

Someone seemed to have played a big joke on him, throwing him into this world, but depriving him of all hope.

He stared blankly at the sky, motionless.

The sky is silent, silently hanging somewhere, cold.

Only the flickering lights in the distance fell on this lonely child.

The cold wind picked up, and the sky was darker.

He got up from the ground and touched the black blue on his forehead, but he didn't feel the slightest pain.

This pain was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

The Yang family stipulates that all children of the Yang family must learn basic internal strength from the age of six.

Seeing that the internal strength of children of the same age as him has already improved by leaps and bounds, and he, now fifteen years old, has spent almost nine years, and still does not even have a trace of qi, how can ordinary people understand the perseverance and inner pain?

When Yang Xuan returned to his cottage, his mother Qian was washing clothes, and when she saw Yang Xuan coming back, she said, "Xiao Xuan, are you back?"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly saw the injury on Yang Xuan's face, her voice trembled, she threw down the clothes that were being washed, grabbed Yang Xuan and said hurriedly: "Xiao Xuan, what's wrong with you......?" They're bullying you again?"

Before he finished speaking, tears flashed in his eyes.

Yang Xuan hurriedly comforted his mother and said, "It's okay, it's just a fall while walking, and it will be fine in three or five days!"

Then changed the topic: "Mother, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat!"

How could the Qian family not know Yang Xuan's situation, and how could the black green on her head fall? For a while, she had mixed feelings in her heart, hugged Yang Xuan, tears couldn't stop flowing, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Xuan, my mother can't stand you, let you suffer......

Yang Xuan hurriedly hugged his mother and said hurriedly: "Mother, how can this be your fault? It is because I am not angry and can't practice well, so I will be bullied by others, and it is none of my mother's business!"

When Qian heard this, he was even more sad, and he couldn't stop Nan Nan in his mouth: "Xuan'er, my mother is sorry for you, my mother is sorry! All of this is my mother's fault, and my mother shouldn't have brought you to this world." ”

Qian was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do but turn into tears and wet Yang Xuan's face!

How could Yang Xuan not understand the sadness in his mother's heart, he was an orphan in his previous life and had never felt the love from his parents, so in this life, he cherished this affection very much.

After dinner, I talked to my mother again, and it was already late at night.

I returned to my room, sat on the bed, and practiced the basic exercises several times, but I still didn't feel any sense of anger.

Yang Xuan's heart was confused.

He's been practicing for nine years, nine years, and how many nine years of his life can be wasted?

After the New Year, when he was sixteen years old, if he did not have the cultivation of the third layer of internal strength, he would be expelled from the family, and from then on, he would have to change his surname and name, and he would have nothing to do with the Yang family.

Some ugly faces appeared in his brain continuously, vividly in his eyes, Yang Xuan's eyes were cold, his fists were clenched, and his knuckles made a crunching sound due to too much force.

Yang Xuan has never been afraid of being expelled from the family, and he has long lost any sense of belonging to the Yang family.

What the Yang family brought to him was only cold family interests, and leaving the Yang family as soon as possible was a relief for him.

He can understand that this kind of thing is placed in any family, and it will not value a person who can't practice martial arts.

But being able to understand does not mean being able to accept it, especially those who target him, how can he forgive?

Although the wound on his body was painful, it was less than one-ten-thousandth of the pain in his heart.

Just, where is the road?

Where is the road?

With confusion, Yang Xuan finally fell asleep.

When he woke up again, the sky was still dark, and the hour was still early, but Yang Xuan didn't feel even a little sleepy.

In his heart, he got up and put on his clothes, went out of the small courtyard, ran wildly like venting, and ran up the mountain behind Yang's house after a while.

This place is already rare, and it is already late at night, and it is even more silent, and there is no one.

This is also a place where Yang Xuan often comes when he is upset, and only here can Yang Xuan have a moment of relaxation.

Sitting next to a tree, Yang Xuan stared blankly at the dark night sky, and his heart was full of thoughts.

The sky was dark, as cold as his heart.

He took a deep breath, barely calmed down, stood up and straightened his clothes, and was about to leave, when his eyes inadvertently swept across the sky, and suddenly let out a "huh".