Twelve years later......

A dilapidated courtyard in the west wing of Yangjiabao......

The moonlight was like water, as clean as sand, and through the dilapidated windows, it softly sprinkled into the simple wooden house. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Moonlight......

A young man about 12 years old, sitting cross-legged on a wooden bed, with his ten fingers together, hugging the dantian, breathing long and breathing.

Under the moonlight, the young man was naked, his body was like a wood carved clay sculpture, motionless, and a pair of eyes were slightly closed.

The surrounding dark moonlight continued to pour into the young man's dantian, in the young man's abdomen, it was a black totem, and a cloud of colorful fluorescence was constantly surging and shining in the young man's dantian......

Black, White, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Cyan, Blue, Purple.

The nine colors of light are centered on the dantian, making irregular movements, forming a hazy, shining color in the palms of the two hands.

The nine-colored points of light gathered and scattered, unusually unstable, and finally ......

"Whoosh~whoosh~!" A few colored light spots suddenly broke away from the light cluster in his hand, and then, only to hear a pop, all the light clusters in his palm suddenly dispersed like fireworks......

"Hey......"

With a long sigh, the young man sitting cross-legged opened his eyes with a lost face, shook his head with a wry smile, and silently looked at the scattered points of light around his body, unable to say a word.

Long......

The young man fell back decadently, lying on the wooden bed, his head resting on his hands, looking at the round moon outside the window in a daze, his eyes were a little dazed......

His name is Yang Kun, and he was born in the Xianyuan Continent, a famous family, the Yang Sect, who is about to turn twelve years old. This identity is known to everyone in Yangjiabao, but in fact, Yang Kun has an identity that only he knows, in fact, he is a young man from another space - the earth.

Yang Kun's cultivation just now is the apprenticeship of Yang Men's Xuanxin Jue, although the Xuanxin Jue is a good internal strength method, but no matter how hard Yang Kun tries, he has never been able to press the absorbed Yuehua into the dantian into true qi, and whenever he cultivates, there will be a pain in his abdomen like a knife.

Yang Kun, who was lying on the wooden bed, gritted his teeth fiercely and muttered, "Why? Why can't I practice normally like everyone else? Am I really that stupid? Could it be that I can only be an ordinary mortal in my second life? ”

Yang Kun looked at the moonlight as white as water outside the window, and there was a lot of helplessness and unwillingness in his heart, he gritted his teeth and made a gurgling sound with his clenched fists.

Yang Kun wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, calmed down, and woke up from the grief of the past.

He lowered his head, looked at his abdomen, his eyes were full of resentment, and said, "Yang Changmen, if you wait for me, I will definitely kill you with my own hands to avenge my father." And that damn Lord Yang Castle actually joined forces with outsiders to seal the Chaos Spirit in my body, causing me to be unable to cultivate, and I became a waste person who couldn't cultivate! Yang Tianmo, Long Xiaotian, Xie Qichen, and that city lord Zhao Zilong, I will definitely make you pay a terrible price! ”

It's no wonder that Yang Kun has such a violent and heavy resentment in his heart, since the chaotic spirit in Yang Kun's body was sealed, he feels like a seriously ill person, he has no strength at all during the day, and it is very difficult to even take care of himself in basic life, let alone the distant dream of cultivation.

Whenever Yang Kun began to cultivate, there would be a knife-like pain in his abdomen, and no matter what, he couldn't press the gathered Yuan Qi into the dantian.

However, every late at night, Yang Kun felt like a beast, his eyes were shining, his whole body was full of strength, there was bloodthirsty anxiety and longing in his heart, and his eyesight would become very sharp.

Moreover, every month during the full moon, Yang Kun will get sick once, turning into a terrifying form that is neither human nor beast, nine pairs of illusory colored wings will appear on his back, and nine illusory giant tails will grow on his hips, and his strength is extremely strong.

Speaking of bloodthirstiness, Yang Kun suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten dinner yet, lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, uncovering the rice jar, Yang Kun shook his head, the rice jar was already empty, and there was not a grain of rice. The remaining handfuls in the morning were all picked up by Yang Kun and made into porridge to drink. What to do?

Yang Kun's parents died when he was a child, and he only had an elder brother who often went out, and his brother would bring him a bag of rice and some silver taels at the end of every month, but three days have passed this month, and his brother still hasn't come back, so Yang Kun is facing the dilemma of no rice cooking.

"Knock knock~!"

There was a hurried knock on the door outside the house, Yang Kun's eyes opened, his face was happy, and he shouted excitedly: "It's my brother, it's my brother who is back, it must be my brother who is back." It's so ......."

Yang Kun hurriedly jumped out of bed to open the door, but before he could finish the words "It's really good", he only heard a "poof", and at the moment Yang Kun opened the door, he only felt a tightness in his chest, and immediately flew back upside down, falling heavily on the ground in front of the bed, and a wisp of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

Yang Kun raised his eyes and couldn't help but scold: "Yang Yugou, you are sick, right?" ”

The wooden door was kicked open with a bang, and then walked into a young man of the same age as Yang Kun, this person was dressed in white, his hair was tied high, his face was noble and handsome, and there was a black mole the size of a bean at the center of his eyebrows, if this mole grew on someone else's face, it would definitely be ugly, but this mole on his face, not only did not feel ugly, but there was a sense of unruliness, and there was a trace of domineering in the elegance.

Yang Yulong is the son of Yang Changmen, the helmsman of the East Chamber, that is, the son of Yang Kun's No. 1 enemy, and Yang Kun's biggest enemy in Yangjiabao in this life! This person is born with very good qualifications, plus he is the recognized precious grandson of Lord Yang Bao, it is strange that the conditions are so good and the martial arts are not good, and now he is already the best among the younger generation, and the Yang Sect Xuanxin Jue has been practiced to the seventh level of the apprenticeship.

The corners of the white-clothed young man's mouth raised slightly, revealing a shameless smile that Yang Kun was extremely familiar with, and said: "How many times have I told you, Lao Tzu's name is Yang Yulong, and he is a dragon who can go to the sky and enter the earth, and you are the dog who squats in the pit." Phew! You **** who doesn't even have a word. ”

Yang Yulong opened his mouth and spit on Yang Kun's face.

Yang Kun, who was a man of two lives, couldn't stand such an insult, endured the sharp pain in his chest, gritted his teeth and stood up suddenly, and then quickly grabbed the kitchen knife on the table and slashed at Yang Yulong's face.

Yang Kun swung a knife with all his might, and Yang Yulong easily dodged it. Yang Kun is a waste person who can't cultivate, how can he hurt Yang Yulong, whose internal strength has reached the seventh level of the apprenticeship stage.