Under the jurisdiction of Qingshui City in the upper and lower realms, there is a small village, most of the villages have the surname He, so it is also called Hejiazhuang, there is an extremely noble family in the village, and the people have been prosperous for a hundred years, but to He Lang's generation, it has become a single line.

His father, He Xiaotian, has been strict with this only son, since he was five years old, he searched for people who cultivated the exercises in Qingshui City, and taught his son the method of refining qi and cultivating immortals, and when he was seven years old, he had reached the fifth layer of qi refining, and he was said to be extremely talented from far and near.

Who knew that when He Lang was eight years old, he suddenly suffered an accident, and after a serious illness, he became an ordinary person with no cultivation.

Four years later.

Before dawn, He Lang, as usual, had already finished washing, sitting on the futon like a decent cross-legged, and posing as if he was seriously contemplating the exercises.

But after a while, his eyelids began to fight, He Lang has always been puzzled, why as soon as he cultivates according to the recipes in the book, he will be involuntarily sleepy, he is strong and spirited, and he seems to be drowsy.

Just as he was persevering in the struggle against sleepiness, a familiar voice came: "Little master, the owner of the village is looking for you to ask questions, and you must arrive in an hour." ”

It was He Manpeng who came to pass the word, his father's most powerful subordinate, and the strongest martial artist in He Jiazhuang, he saw He Lang's body sitting on the futon swaying uncontrollably, and he was about to fall asleep when he sat down, his brows were furrowed, so he had to cough a few times and pretend not to see it.

After He Lang heard the familiar voice, he opened his eyes suddenly, just in time to meet He Manpeng's sharp gaze, he said nervously: "Ah!

He Manpeng only glanced at the other party, didn't speak again, turned around and left the small courtyard where He Lang lived, shaking his head as he walked.

Ever since he knew that his father had asked him to question, He Lang was restless and restless, so he washed his face with ice water and tried his best to sober himself up.

At this time, He Fu, the old servant who took care of He Lang, came over, and when he saw the young master's nervous look, he knew that he was going to be questioned by the master again.

"Little master, don't panic, the master just asked you to ask about your homework, you can just tell the truth. ”

Fu Bo has loved He Lang very much since he was a child, although he doesn't know how to practice, but when he sees He Lang sitting on the futon seriously every day, he thinks that he must be very good at practice.

"I know, what about Xiao Liu, let him help me copy the method of practicing qi ten times, so that I can cope with Uncle Man's inspection at night. He Lang instructed.

Xiaoliu was picked up by He Manpeng from the avenue outside Qingshui City, he was only three months old at the time, and later He Manpeng saw that he was smart and clever, so he became He Lang's personal servant.

"I'll ask Xiao Liuzi to copy it for you in a while, you go and see the master, don't miss the time, make him unhappy. ”

He Lang stepped out of his small courtyard in high spirits, walked through the densely packed courtyard, and came to the courtyard where his father lived.

He lingered outside his father's courtyard for a long time, until his father's angry shout came from inside the house, and he couldn't help but walk into the room.

"Don't come in yet, what kind of body is sneaky!"

"Father, I've come to greet you. After He Lang entered the door, he knelt down to greet his father in an orderly manner, but he didn't dare to stand up, since he smelled He Xiaotian's anger, he had two handfuls of sweat in his palms.

He Xiaotian has always been very strict with He Lang, at this time, he was looking at the only son who was kneeling there with hatred, how to see how angry he was bumping up, sighed and said: "Recently, I have been busy with business outside, have you seriously practiced the exercises?"

"Back to my father, I started practicing early in the morning, but I just ......" He Lang didn't even dare to breathe under the pressure of his father's gaze, and said in his heart: "I will definitely not be able to escape my father's punishment today." Thinking of this, even the tone of his speech was submissive, and his voice was as small as a mosquito and a fly.

"Just what? I was expecting you to get ahead one day, but I didn't want you to be playful every day and not seek to be motivated, which was really in vain for me to work hard for you. ”

He Lang's face was buried even lower, and he spoke after a while: "Back to my father, I have tried, but I am really not the material for practice, you can spare me!"

He also wanted to seriously comprehend the Dao, but as long as he wanted to calm down and experience it, he fell asleep again and again, and he couldn't control his consciousness at all.

Without waiting for He Lang to finish speaking, He Xiaotian slapped the table and stood up, as if he wanted to find a stick to teach this unfilial son a lesson, but immediately thought of something, suppressed the anger in his heart, sat back down, and then stabilized his mind before saying: "You go back and pack up your belongings, and go to Qingshui City with Man Peng as soon as it gets night, and don't show it to others about leaving." Finally, he added: "In the future, everything will depend on you, and it is impossible for a father to follow you for a lifetime." ”

After hearing this, He Lang's heart fell in his stomach, but he didn't expect today's punishment to escape like this.

He bowed deeply to his father and carefully agreed, and then slowly stood up and exited the door, carefully closing the door, and trembling towards the courtyard.

He Xiaotian closed his eyes, listened to the stumbling footsteps and walked away slowly, and only sighed after a long time: "Man Peng, do you think there is still hope for Lang'er?"

He Xiaotian wanted to teach this uncompetitive son well, but he was cowardly and couldn't say a word about his anger.

As he spoke, a man in his forties turned out from behind the screen, dressed in gray, with bulging temples and bright eyes.

He Manpeng frowned, knowing what the master was talking about.

He Xiaotian rubbed the thin wall of the fine white porcelain cup with his hand, tasted the already cold tea without knowing the taste, and sighed: "Since his mother went four years ago, he seems to have changed as a person, hey....." He Xiaotian couldn't go on.

"Master, you don't have to worry too much, the little master is only twelve years old, and it's normal to be playful. ”

"Ke Lang'er was so good four years ago, he used to be the pride of our He family!" He Xiaotian said, putting the white porcelain cup on the table.

"Master, I see that the little young master also has a hard time, and he invited so many people with advanced cultivation, and after reading it, didn't they all say that he was controlled by an evil qi in his body? ”

"Well, it seems that Lang'er will have this catastrophe, you will take him away quickly tonight, if this disaster can really be avoided smoothly, if he is not willing to cultivate, let him be!"

He Manpeng grew up in the He family, and he has always been loyal to He Xiaotian, and when he heard the master's words, he could only nod his head and say yes.

"This fairy mirror is related to the prosperity of our clan, and it must not fall into the hands of others, you must put it away properly. He Xiaotian respectfully handed over a dark yellow slap disc to He Manpeng.

He Manpeng took the fairy mirror, bowed to He Xiaotian, and then went to prepare the things he needed to prepare for the journey.

He Lang came out of his father's place, and went to his own courtyard, he was surprised that his father let him go so easily, thinking that in the past, if he was not careful, he would be reprimanded and even a stick lesson, today is indeed extremely abnormal, while the mood is happy, the pace under his feet is also a lot brisker, and he is humming a little song that does not conform to the aesthetics of this world while walking.

I thought that I was going to leave at night, and I was still looking forward to it.

He Lang is actually not the original owner of this body, he crossed from the earth four years ago, and the original owner died in an accident four years ago, and his strange experience has always been carefully hidden in the deepest part of his heart, for fear of being discovered and causing unnecessary disasters.

Because his father has been strict discipline, he can only practice exercises in the house every day, so far, he has never stepped out of Hejiazhuang, thinking that he can relax for a few days and no longer have to practice those obscure exercises and Taoism, he can't help but frown.

He Lang was eating osmanthus cake while watching He Bo and Xiaoliu pack up the personal things they needed to carry when they went out.

"Little Liu, otherwise you can go with me, you must have never been to Qingshui City, right? I heard that there are all kinds of delicious and fun there, and I will buy them for you when the time comes." "He Lang is the same age as Xiaoliu, and he has always regarded Xiaoliu as his good brother.

"Little master, how can Xiao Liu be qualified to go, you go and read it, just come back and tell me. Xiao Liu neatly packed the items He Lang wanted to bring.

It was just getting dark, and a carriage with extremely luxurious decoration was hurrying on the road to Qingshui City.

There were two people sitting in the carriage, one of them was a handsome young man of twelve or thirteen years old, and the other was a middle-aged man of about ten or forty years old.

Outside the carriage, several faint figures performed light skills, and kept within ten zhang of the carriage.

It was already dark, He Lang lifted the corner of the curtain and looked out, and by a little starlight, he faintly saw mountain peaks appear in front of him, like the mouth of a giant beast.

He Lang subconsciously glanced at He Manpeng, and saw that he was also looking outward, and his expression seemed to be a little flustered.

"Uncle Man, how long will we have to walk to Qingshui City? I've never been there, and I've heard that there is a big market there, and all kinds of strange things are sold. ”

"It takes two days to get there, and you can't move around when you get there. He Manpeng replied while looking out.

"You close your eyes and rest first, and I will call you if there is something. ”

He Lang was a little surprised by what He Manpeng said, but he still nodded and agreed, he didn't have anything on his mind, he just closed his eyes and fell asleep for a moment.

Suddenly, he was awakened by a huge shaking.

It turned out that the two horses that were galloping quickly stopped abruptly, and after a long neigh, they fell to the ground with a bang, and the carriage was also bumped, and then there was a sound of weapons colliding, and after a while, with several screams, the weapons also fell to the ground.

"Little master, you wait in the car, don't move, I'll go out and check," He Manpeng said and flew away, and fell out of the car.

"Who is it? so bold!" He Manpeng shouted angrily at the visitor.

When he looked, there were two young men, one tall and one short, standing opposite.

The tall man said ruthlessly: "Quickly hand over the fairy spirit mirror and spare you from dying, otherwise, none of you will survive." ”

The six He family martial artists who followed He Manpeng all the way have all died, and they all fell to the ground. A strong smell of blood filled the air.

When He Manpeng saw it, he gritted his teeth with hatred, drew his knife and slashed it, and fought with the two of them.

The tall man saw that the other party was not weak, and it was difficult to solve it for a while, so he said to the short man, "Senior brother, that little cub should be in the car, you go and deal with him!"

After He Lang heard the conversation outside, he had no other reaction except for trembling all over his body and his teeth chattering.

At this moment, the car door was suddenly pushed open, and a short man in a gray robe raised his sword and stabbed in, looking like he was here to take his life.

He Lang didn't know where the power came from when he was at the last moment, his body shrank backwards so violently, and the opponent's sword didn't penetrate him, but after all, the force was too strong, he was still heavily slashed to the chest, and the blood flowed out immediately.

The car was immediately filled with a strong smell of blood, He Lang covered his chest with his left hand, his eyebrows were furrowed, and the bean-sized cold sweat on his sideburns slipped down.

He saw the other party raise his sword and stab at him again, he knew that this time it was a catastrophe, and stared at the two eyes for death to come.

Just when his life was hanging by a thread, He Manpeng put away his knife, raised his left hand, and threw several poisonous mist talismans at the two.

In an instant, the pungent smell immediately filled the air.

The two men were defenseless, their minds dizzy, and then their bodies shook uncontrollably.

He Manpeng saw that the two of them had been hit, took two steps forward, solved the two enemies with one knife, walked to the car door, stretched out his hand to pull out He Lang, who was already semi-unconscious, and helped him simply stop the bleeding, then attached him to his back and galloped towards the mountains and dense forests in the northeast.

After traveling more than ten miles, He Manpeng slowed down slightly, and after he found a natural stone cave, he walked in.

He Lang was awakened by He Manpeng, he looked at each other with his eyes slightly open, his eyes full of doubts but he didn't know where to start.

He Manpeng originally thought of Qingshui City, and then told He Lang the ins and outs, but now seeing that the situation has changed, he decided to tell the other party everything he knows.

Then he said softly to He Lang: "This time, I left Hejiazhuang in such a hurry because I got the exact news, someone wants to be unfavorable to you, and I also want to get the Treasure Immortal Spirit Mirror of our clan, so the master ordered me to take you away overnight to avoid this disaster." ”

He Lang couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "Uncle Man, I haven't done anything, why did they kill me?"

He was very uneasy in his heart, worried that everything in his previous life would happen again.

He Manpeng looked at He Lang distressedly, and said slowly: "Master guesses, this is related to the wisp of evil qi that suddenly appeared in your body four years ago. ”

Four years ago, his mother took He Lang back to Zhuang on the way, and encountered a demon cultivator, and the demon saw at a glance that He Lang was the wisdom body of the golden spirit root, and wanted to plunder it to refine the medicine.

Later, my mother succumbed to her injuries and died within a few days.

And He Lang also went from a cultivation of the fifth level of Qi refining to an ordinary person without any exercises.

And that strange evil aura appeared at that time.

It is called an evil qi because since the appearance of this air flow, he has not made any progress in his cultivation, as long as the aura absorbed into his body will be absorbed by that air flow, so that many meridians in his body are stagnant, and he cannot break through the blockage of the cultivation method at all.

He Manpeng continued: "And last month, there was an Upper Realm Yuan Infant Ancestor who traveled here and showed you the viscera meridians, and he later said that he couldn't see the problem, but he secretly bribed several servants in the village, and found out many secrets of my village from their mouths. ”