Yunyin Town, a small town located on the southern border of the Luoyun Continent, where people have been cultivating and reading heirlooms for generations, and they are proud to seek an official position in the Chuyun Empire.

On this day, a family in the town was quite lively, with guests and friends, coming in and out, in an endless stream.

This family, surnamed Murong, has been practicing medicine in Yunyin Town for generations to save people, and has good medical skills, and is well-known in Yunyin Town, a place of ten miles and eight townships.

Once the family has a headache and brain fever, the first thing that comes to mind must be the doctor of the Murong family, so in the township and abroad, it is quite popular, and there is no family who does not praise it.

And today, it is the first birthday banquet of the first son of the Murong family, and one of the indispensable items in the banquet is to draw lots.

In these places, people often believe in superstitious theories of ghosts and gods, and if the children of that family catch a sage book in the first year of the lot, then it is often widely spread and say: "The time has come for the family to run, and it is going to be a great official" and a series of praises and so on.

But if a child catches a woman's belly pocket, then everyone will often be laughed at: "Which child's child catches a woman's belly pocket, and it will harm the little girl in the town in the future, so you have to keep a little bit of it."

At this moment, a woman with a powdered baby in her arms came to a dustpan, which was full of all kinds of things, books, pens, and herbs, and the indispensable thing was a woman's belly pocket and all kinds of playthings.

The baby tossed and turned in the dustpan, as if there was nothing he wanted, when the baby picked up the belly pocket of a rather bright red woman.

This scene made an old man in a fancy costume laugh loudly: "It seems that the great-grandson has the style you had back then."

The other old man in brocade clothes who sat upright had a blue face, and the most annoying thing in his life was that others talked about how he caught lots when he was a child and caught a woman's belly pocket, and he silently thought in his heart, if this little rabbit cub dares to take this belly pocket, see how I clean him up in the future.

The baby seemed to feel the threat of this grandfather, so he just picked up his belly pocket and sniffed it and put it down.

Instantly grabbed an emerald green bead, held it in his hand, and didn't look at anything else, only to see that the bead in the baby's hand emitted a golden light, which lasted for a long time.

The old man in brocade clothes sitting on it suddenly remembered what his father had said to him on his deathbed.

Ancestor Murong once left a last word, a long time ago, when he went into the mountains to collect medicine, he met a man in the mountains who was unconscious with a heavy sword, and later, he took the man home to concentrate on treatment, and used his magical medical skills to save the man from the brink of death.

In order to thank the man for saving his life, he left a green incense plant and a spirit bead in Murong's house, and told the ancestor: "If in the future, if you wait for the time when there is a catastrophe, or if someone can trigger this spirit bead, you can burn my green incense, I should come to end this period of cause and effect."

When everyone was still amazed by this strange scene, the old man in brocade clothes rushed to Murong Ancestral Shrine one after another, lit a cigarette, burned incense and prayed, "Ancestors of the Murong family, now my Murong family has a person who can touch the spirit bead, and the younger generation Murong Yan has come to inform the ancestors. ”

After finishing speaking, he bowed deeply, and took out a hollow carving, Xiangtan wood, and a wooden box covered with red brocade under the table where the offerings were placed.

Murong Yan came to the crowd with the box, set up the altar, inserted the green incense in the wooden box, and chanted in his mouth: "The descendants of the Murong family, there is a fate in heaven today, and there is a son who can touch the spirit bead, so I hereby pray."

At this time, an old man who was thousands of miles away was still carrying a heavy sword, but after so many years, although he practiced, his face had slowly aged and was no longer what it used to be.

When the old man heard the sound of prayer, he didn't stay too long, and immediately rushed towards the Murong family.

It was too late, it was fast, Murong Yan had just finished praying, and at this time, the old man with the heavy sword was already in the air and asked, "You are the descendants of the Murong family."

Murong Yan held the baby in his arms at this time and replied: "It is the thirty-second generation descendant of the Murong family in Yunyin Town, and now the thirty-fifth generation descendant of my Murong family, who can make the pearl left by the immortals send out a vision, so according to the words left by the ancestors of my Murong family on their deathbeds, burn incense and pray to invite the immortals." ”

The old man looked at the spirit measuring bead in Murong Xuan's hand, and it actually emitted a pure golden light, and the old man's face left a trace of emotion.

Hahaha, the sky has eyes, and someone can inherit the Dao lineage of my Sword Dust, even though Sword Dust has experienced strong winds and waves, but at this time, Murong Xuan's physique made him see hope. I feel that what I have learned in my life will not be buried, but my face still does not change.

asked Murong Yan, "What is this son?"

Murong Yan replied: "I just turned one year old today, and I haven't named it yet, so I dare to ask the immortal to give me a name!"

I look at this, the heavenly court is full, and he is full of masculinity, so it's better to just say one word!

Murong Yan recorded what Jian Chenzi said word for word on the family tree.

"I came here to settle cause and effect, and now that the child is destined for me, I will bring it back to the sect and teach it carefully, so as to repay the ancestor of the Murong family for saving me."

The Murong family naturally didn't say no. Murong Xuan's father and mother followed behind Murong Yan at this time, and their eyes seemed to be quite reluctant, but thinking that the old man was a heavenly immortal, his son followed him and let him go, and there was absolutely no reason to suffer.

In this way, Jian Chenzi took away Murong Xuan, who was only one year old, and the news that the Murong family came to the immortals to take away Murong Xuan also began to spread widely in ten miles and eight towns.

After Jian Chenzi took Murong Xuan away, he took care of him and treated him like a son, all kinds of elixirs in the world are inexhaustible, but there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, when Murong Xuan was eight years old, Jian Chenzi gave Murong Xuan a copy of the exercise "Guiding the Spirit".

Let Murong Xuan cultivate according to it, but Murong Xuan, who was pregnant with a golden spirit body, couldn't even absorb the slightest bit of aura.

At this time, Jian Chenzi felt regret and heartache in his heart, he had been searching hard for many years, and finally found a person who was suitable to inherit his mantle, why did God treat him like this, but Jian Chenzi still did not give up.

For seven years, he took Murong Xuan to travel to most of the southern regions of Luoyun Continent, visited various dojos, and searched for hermits in the mountains, but only found out the cause of Zhao Luo's illness, but there was no solution.

It turned out that Murong Xuan's body would not absorb the aura, because Murong Xuan was born with the second vein of Ren Du and was weak, and whenever the aura passed through the second vein of Ren Du, it would scatter away, so Murong Xuan could not absorb the slightest trace of aura.

If you want to find a way to cure it, maybe the people of the Medicine King Valley will have a way, but the people of this valley have always seen the head and the tail of the dragon, and it is more difficult to find them than to ascend to the sky.

Jian Chenzi took Zhao Luo back to the Xuanjian Dao Gate, and entrusted Murong Xuan, who was already fifteen years old at this time, to the five elders of the Xuanjian Dao Gate: "Jian Yuanzi", and embarked on the journey to find the Medicine King Valley alone.

Dressed in a white robe, with a tall figure, holding a wooden long sword in his hand, he was practicing his sword by the lake, this is Murong Xuan, who was entrusted to Jian Yuanzi by Jian Chenzi to take care of, said that it was entrusted, but three years have passed, Murong Xuan doesn't know what Jian Yuanzi looks like, but he stays alone in the master's cave.

In addition to sleeping every day, he used the wooden long sword left by his sword dust to him, and practiced hard all day long, but he still couldn't absorb the slightest spiritual energy, but Murong Xuan never gave up, and still watched and meditated for eight or nine hours every day to cultivate the spirit channeling technique.

On this day, Murong Xuan was practicing his sword, "Brother Murong Xuan", a sweet voice came from behind Murong Xuan.

Murong Xuan turned his head and looked, wearing a long blue dress, a pair of beautiful eyes full of agility like a crystal clear spring, Chu Chu moving, a small and delicate nose, delicate red lips, delicate and snowy face, the whole face was full of beauty and cuteness, the slightly raised chest and upturned buttocks made this girl full of a sense of budding.

Murong Xuan looked at it with a squinting face, the slightly bulging breasts of the girl, her eyes did not move, and the little face of the girl who looked at it was red for a while, and she said coquettishly: "Brother Murong Xuan is dead, and people don't play with you anymore."

Only then did Murong Xuan come back to his senses.

It's Ling'er here, our Ling'er has been getting better and better recently, the big place is big, the small is small, and I can't take my eyes off it.

After hearing these words, Ling'er lowered her head even more, but her heart was full of joy, just like eating honey.

Ling'er, whose real name is Shangguan Ling'er, congenital wood spirit body, the beloved disciple of Jian Yuanzi, the fifth elder of the Xuanjian Dao Sect, is still sixteen years old, because Jian Chenzi and Jian Yuanzi are friendly, so Murong Xuan and Shangguan Ling'er, the two have grown up together since childhood, and their childhood sweethearts intersected, but Murong Xuan was verified when he was eight years old that he could not absorb the slightest aura, so Jian Yuanzi was intentionally or unintentionally preventing Murong Xuan and Shangguan Ling'er from coming and going.

But when the children are older, Shangguan Ling'er and Murong Xuan have always been in contact with each other, and they have never been severed, although Jian Yuanzi is not very happy in his heart, but the two are friendly, although there is some estrangement between the two because of Murong Xuan's affairs, they have never stopped the communication between the two on the surface.

Murong Xuan saw Shangguan Ling'er lower his head, "Oh, Ling'er is shy."

I hate it, people won't play with you anymore, Shangguan Ling'er said as she took out a hundred-year-old ginseng.

Murong Xuan's eyes were slightly soaked with tears when she saw this hundred-year-old mountain ginseng, this stupid girl, knowing that I couldn't absorb the slightest bit of aura, and every time she sent me the elixir that Jian Yuanzi gave her, thinking of such a picture again and again, Murong Xuan gambled that every time he felt that this girl was so stupid, but every time he was so moved.