In the early morning, the morning sun is slightly dewed, and the cool wind blows across the earth, swaying the grass and trees, awakening every living creature it encounters. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info a carriage galloping on the road, and the dust behind the carriage was billowing, showing the extraordinaryness of the horse pulling the cart. At the end of the road is a village hidden in the forest.

Wangjiacun had a coquettish last year, Wang Haoyu, the youngest son of Wang Blacksmith, went to the city with his father to sell ironware and was favored by the immortals and became a disciple of the immortals. Some time ago, the youngest son sent a letter saying that his senior brother was going to visit relatives with him today. First, I really miss not seeing my parents for a year, and secondly, I also let other children in the village try, maybe they can also become disciples of the immortal family. This plunged the whole village into joy, and every family fantasized that their children would become disciples of immortals and ascend to the sky in one step. Wang's blacksmith's family even purchased a lot of fresh fish and fresh meat, set up a banquet at home, hung firecrackers on the big tree at the entrance of the village, and set off when the youngest son returned.

The so-called immortals are actually monks, who absorb the source qi of heaven and earth into their own body and transform it into their own power, and have the ability to move mountains and reclaim the sea. They call themselves the Source. No one doesn't want to be a sourcer, because in addition to being powerful, the source also has a much longer lifespan than ordinary people.

Yuan Chen also wants to be a Source Person, so that no one can bully him and his father. Yuan Chen's family moved to Wangjia Village three years ago, when Yuan Chen was only seven years old, and they had been on the run before, and there were always some unidentified people trying to hunt them down, for unknown reasons. This situation did not change until they settled in Wangjia Village. Yuan Chen's father, Yuan Xiaolin, was seriously injured and has not yet recovered, although he has no worries about his life, he is tortured by injuries and pain, and his mobility is difficult. Fortunately, the people in Wangjia Village are not bad to the Yuan Chen family and often help them.

At this time, Yuan Chen was playing with his friends at the entrance of the village, full of curiosity and planning to take a glimpse of the immortal style. In fact, when Wang Haoyu did not become a disciple of the Immortal Family, he was Yuan Chen's best friend. Faintly, Yuan Chen and his friends heard the sound of horses' hooves. Their eyes followed the road at the entrance of the village, and in the distance a horse pulled a cart quickly approached.

With a neigh, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the village, this horse was very peculiar, hairless but covered with scales, and had two horn-like protrusions on its head, and it was majestic.

"This is a second-level demon beast, Wind Ryoma, do you know what a demon beast is? You don't understand it. A handsome young man got out of the car, dressed in beautiful clothes, raised his proud head and said. He was taller than the rest of them, and he had to be physically strong.

"Wang Haoyu?" Yuan Chen and they are a little unsure of each other's identities, they have only been separated for a year, but they have changed too much, and if it was Wang Haoyu a year ago, he would definitely not speak to them so arrogantly.

The handsome young man did not respond, he turned around and carefully pulled the curtain, his eyebrows were full of respect, and he said, "Senior brother, we have arrived." "It seems that this person is really Wang Haoyu, but he is a little more arrogant after becoming the source.

The people in the car answered, and their voices were charming. The startled Yuan Chen looked at each other and expressed their doubts, and the eyes seemed to say, "Senior brother? Senior sister, right? ”

A slender hand appeared first in front of everyone's eyes, followed by a face that made women jealous. If they hadn't known in advance that the person who came was Wang Haoyu's senior brother, Yuan Chen would definitely think that this person was a woman, because they couldn't tell that he was a man at all, whether it was clothing or actions, especially that face, which was the most confusing. They all laughed.

Wang Haoyu was a little angry and embarrassed, this senior brother Zhong Wuyan was the most powerful of his master's disciples, his cultivation had reached the Gathering Spirit Realm, and after his senior brother came out of retreat half a month ago, his temperament changed greatly for some reason, becoming more and more like a woman.

"How dare you laugh at my senior brother!" Wang Haoyu roared angrily, and the cyan light in his palm surged, forming a sword shadow.

"Senior brother, have you forgotten your master's teachings?" Zhong Wuyan said. Yuan Chen, they laughed even harder.

Wang Haoyu glared angrily at Yuan Chen, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and the sword shadow dissipated with a flip of his palm.

When the adults of the village arrived, they set off firecrackers. They bowed to Zhong Wuyan, but their expressions were strange. Then he was invited to a banquet.

Yuan Chen returned home, his home was in the village closest to the forest, two small cabins, a table, a few benches, two beds, formed this simple home. Yuan Xiaolin was polishing a piece of wood in the courtyard, as if he was making a bow.

"Father." Yuan Chen screamed.

"Coming back? In a few days, the bow will be ready, and then I will teach you to hunt and become a hunter, so that we will not have to worry about meat in the future. Yuan Xiaolin didn't raise his head and concentrated on making a bow.

Yuan Chen walked up to his father and said tentatively: "Father, I want to be the source!" "I remember that when he was a child, his father told the story of the Origin the most, and from that time on, the world of the Origin made Yuan Chen yearn for it.

Yuan Xiaolin was stunned when he heard this, and he said calmly: "You can't become the Source One!" ”

"Wang Haoyu can become the source, why can't I? I'll go to the city with Wang Haoyu in a while, and I'm going to be the source! Kill all those who are chasing us and avenge our mother! Yuan Chen was a little angry, I don't know why his father concluded that he couldn't become the source, and at the same time, the hatred in his heart gushed out, and the experience of fleeing as a child was vivid, and every day was like wandering in front of the ghost gate.

"Your mother, she...... Alas! Yuan Xiaolin sighed in his heart, he didn't say anything about his wife, it was Yuan Chen himself who blindly felt that his mother was killed in the run, and there were some things he didn't want to tell Yuan Chen now, it was all for his good.

The two were silent for a while, and a child ran to the door and said, "Brother Yuanchen, it's time to go!" Yuan Chen turned his head and walked out of the house and said, "I will definitely become the source!" I also want to worship a very powerful master and ask him to heal your wounds. ”

Yuan Xiaolin looked at his son's back as he strode forward, and muttered to himself: "If you can really become the Source One, I'm afraid some people's wishes will be shattered!" ”

Although Yuan Chen made great strides, his eyes were already red, and tears were accumulating in the corners of his eyes. Since childhood, he and his father have experienced life and death crises again and again without separation, and the relationship is not ordinarily deep.

All the children in the village were called to Wang Blacksmith's house to gather, when Yuan Chen arrived, there was a long queue in front of the door, and when I asked, I knew that Wang Haoyu's senior brother wanted to do a preliminary audit of the children, and only those who passed could follow him into the city for a formal inspection. Yuan Chen silently stepped forward and stood at the back of the line.

At this moment, a red-eyed child came out and saw his parents, tears pouring down like a flood that burst the embankment, and the cry was so loud that his parents were overwhelmed. At the same time, they don't know how to comfort their children, because they are also uncomfortable in their hearts, and no one can stand the ups and downs of a day.

Time passed minute by minute, the team became shorter and shorter little by little, some people rejoiced, some people were sad, but only a few people were happy, and most of the children had no chance with the source. Finally it was Yuan Chen's turn, and his heart was very nervous, afraid of failure. Because he had promised his father that he would be the source.

I saw that in Zhong Wuyan's hand, a crystal clear stone was sinking and floating in the palm of his hand, exuding a colorful light. He asked Yuan Chen to stretch out his right hand, and with a flip of his palm, the stone fell towards Yuan Chen's palm, and at the same time emitted a pale yellow light on Yuan Chen's hand, and Yuan Chen only felt a cool breath injected from his palm, flowing along his meridians.