She thought about it, and felt a little uneasy, so she put the flesh into the soil as well.

Perhaps nourished by the flesh of the fruit, the polyp soil suddenly began to swell at a very rapid rate.

Ning Ruoyu raised his hand, and a golden light of creation appeared in his palm, tearing a spatial crack in mid-air.

There were flashes of lightning in the cracks, and she gritted her teeth and slipped in.

Those electric lights hit her body, and the pain made her face change, even if it was an immortal, there were bursts of green smoke.

She gritted her teeth and threw the breath that had become a large person in her arms.

Rumble!

An earth-shattering explosion occurred, but fortunately, Ning Ruoyu had the golden light of creation to protect her, otherwise she would have to be blown to pieces.

Even so, her body was scorched black, and in some places there were white bones exposed, and even her eyes were blown out.

Ning Ruoyu immediately used the golden light of creation to repair the immortal body, and when she regained her eyes, when she opened her eyes, she suddenly saw a new world.

The new world was like a nebula, floating in the cracks of space-time, slowly stabilizing.

Ning Ruoyu was excited in her heart, a new world was born, and Yang Zenan's consciousness would slowly form.

Next, she just had to wait quietly, waiting for him to re-condense into his flesh.

It's going to be a long time.

But she's going to keep waiting.

I don't know how many years have passed.

One spring afternoon, the sun was shining, the grass was growing, and a sixteen-year-old boy returned home in a small simple and remote bungalow, with a tired face.

It was said to be home, but in fact there was only a bed, a table, and two stools, one of which was lame.

The boy was very beautiful, not the kind of feminine beauty, but the kind of resolute beauty, but at this time his face was covered with bruises, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and came to the window, where on the windowsill lay a flowerpot with a broken corner, and in the pot were planted plants, and the branches had already budded, and they were about to bloom.

The boy carefully watered the flowers, and a shallow smile appeared on his face.

No matter how much he was wronged outside, as long as he came back and saw this pot of flowers, his heart was as sweet as eating honey.

The young man's name is Yang Zenan, and he is a child of the Yang family in Yunhai City.

The Yang family in Yunhai City is a well-known big family, and there are many important members in the political and business circles in this family, which can be described as powerful.

Yang Zenan is just a side child of the Yang family, many years ago, his father was kicked out because he offended the lineage.

His father was depressed and soon fell ill and died, and his mother raised him until he was twelve years old, and he died.

When his mother passed away, his family was surrounded by four walls, and in order to make up for his tuition, he sold his small apartment in the city and rented a house in the suburbs that was about to be demolished.

It's a poor place and it's not safe, but it's close to the school, and the rent is cheap enough to keep him through to adulthood.

Maybe it's because he's so pretty, and when he was in school, many girls liked him, which brought him endless troubles and disasters.

A week ago, the school girl Fang Xiaowen handed him a love letter, he refused on the spot, Fang Xiaowen was heartbroken, and the boys who liked her tried their best to trouble him in order to earn performance in front of the goddess and please the goddess.

As soon as he walked to the demolition area after school this afternoon, he was beaten by a group of boys, who put him in a sack and punched and kicked him. Before leaving, a boy said viciously, dare to hurt Fang Xiaowen, this is the end.

It is conceivable that if he had promised Fang Xiaowen, he would also be beaten by them.

As long as Fang Xiaowen likes him, whatever he does is wrong.

His life is full of thorns, and only this pot of flowers is his only warmth.

When he was fourteen years old, he was taken by several thugs who wanted to do evil to him, they forced him into the depths of the alley, pressed him to the ground, and laid hands on him, when suddenly a man appeared.

At the same time that the man appeared, the gangsters with bad intentions for him all turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared, and his eyes widened as he watched the man step by step out of the darkness with a look of surprise.

He had never seen such a good-looking woman.

She is wearing a very ordinary dress, and she is not a famous brand, but her appearance and temperament, even if she only has a sack on her, she also wears the style of a supermodel.

Yang Zenan got up from the ground, his head was full of grit, and the clothes on his body were crumpled, for some reason, for this woman, his heart was full of attachment and closeness.

At this time, he tugged at his clothes, and actually felt a little ashamed.

He became like this, and he really didn't have the face to see her.

The woman slowly came to him, her face full of tenderness, squatted down, gently stroked his cheek, swept all the grit off his head, and then said gently, "Does it hurt?" ”

Yang Zenan looked down at his wrist, which was cut by a gravel and was bleeding.

"It doesn't hurt." He gritted his teeth and said stubbornly.

The woman smiled and said, "Such a big opening, and it doesn't hurt." As she spoke, her palm pressed against his wound, and he felt that the wound was slightly hot, and the pain disappeared at once.

When the woman's hand was removed, he found that the injury on his wrist had been completely healed.

He asked in surprise, "You, are you a cultivator?" ”

The woman smiled brightly and gently, and said, "Yes, I am a cultivator. ”

Xiao Yang Zenan's hands trembled a little.

There are cultivators in this world, but they are all powerful and have a very high status in society.

The middle school he studied in was the best in the city, and there was also a Xiuzhen class, most of the students in this class were children of families, and the few commoner children were from good families.

I heard that there are already people in the cultivation class who have reached the acquired realm, as long as they can successfully break through to the innate realm before the college entrance examination, they are destined to break through to the qi cultivation period in the future, become cultivators, and then be able to submit to the university.

The students of this world have tested their talents when they entered elementary school, and only a few people are talented, and most of them can only study in ordinary classes, go to an ordinary university in the future, and finally become a screw in society.

Yang Zenan is actually talented, but his talent is not high, he is just a four-spirit root.

The fewer the spirit roots, the higher the talent, and the faster they can cultivate, and the people with single spirit roots are called heavenly spirit roots, which shows how high their qualifications are.

And the five spirit roots and the four spirit roots are called waste spirit roots, and it is already good to be able to reach the peak of the qi cultivation period in their lifetime.

Therefore, no one wants to invest in them, if their family has money, they can use all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures, and they can also pile up the Qi cultivation period, if the family has no money, then this life will be like this.

Yang Zenan belongs to the kind of person who has low talent and no resources.

This kind of person is actually very bullied and discriminated against in school, and people who are not gifted are jealous of their talent, so they try their best to exclude and bully them; Those who are highly gifted look down on them, and they also exclude and bully them.

So they became angry bags that couldn't go up or down, and they were angry at both ends.

The woman leaned over, and he could smell her clear and moving scent, which was familiar, as if there was a corner in the depths of his memory, filled with this scent, so that every time he dreamed at midnight, he could see an illusory figure.

"We ...... Have you seen it somewhere? Yang Zenan asked softly.

The woman smiled lightly and said, "Yes, we met a long, long time ago. ”

Yang Zenan thought about it carefully, shook his head and said, "I can't remember." ”

The woman was still laughing and said, "It's okay, the coming days are long, we can remember it slowly." ”

As she spoke, the woman took out a seed from her bosom, handed it to him, and said, "Do you want to become a cultivator?" ”

Yang Zenan's heart was excited, but his face was not obvious, he nodded, and said, "Yes." ”

The woman put the seed in the palm of his hand and said, "Then you plant this seed, take good care of it, and when it blooms, you will be able to break through to the Qi cultivation period." ”

Yang Zenan looked at the seed in his palm stunned, this is just a very ordinary seed, he has never heard of planting flowers to break through.

Suddenly, the fragrant wind swept away, and when Yang Zenan raised his head again, the woman was gone.

He hurriedly said, "May I ask who you are?" ”

"Ning Ruoyu." Like a whisper in his ear, the woman's soft voice sounded, and his heart shook.

Ning Ruoyu?

The name...... It's so familiar.

But he couldn't remember when he had heard the name.

He looked at the seed in his hand and held it tightly in his palm, he didn't know why, he believed in Ning Ruoyu very much.

He couldn't tell the reason, but he felt that she was the only person he could trust in this world.

The seed was very difficult to plant, and it took a whole year to grow shoots, and it took another year for the flower to finally bear the bones.

But it just doesn't bloom.

The flower buds have been hanging from the branches for almost half a year and have not bloomed.

He loosened the soil for the flowers, and Ning Ruoyu's figure seemed to appear in front of him again.

Ever since he had seen her that day, he had often dreamed of her in her ancient costumes, smiling sweetly at him under the osmanthus tree.

Every time that happens, he feels very happy.

He looked at the flower, his eyes full of attachment, as if through it, he saw a beautiful figure.

He whispered, "When will you be able to bloom?" ”

Naturally, Hua couldn't answer him.

He sighed, took out the exercise book, and was about to brush up on a set of mock test papers, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

He frowned and asked, "Who?" ”

A delicate female voice came from outside the door, saying, "Classmate Yang, I'm Fang Xiaowen." ”

Yang Zenan's brows furrowed even tighter.

It is precisely because of this Fang Xiaowen that he has been bullied three or four times.

How did she get to his house?