This is a small house of less than ten square meters, and it is also a shelter for Zhang Yang, who was raised by his uncle's family after his parents died when he was a child. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info three years ago, at the age of 16, he couldn't stand the beating of his uncle anymore, so he dropped out of school and ran out to wander in this strange city. He found several jobs to earn a living and is now unemployed again.

It's a small suburban yard with several other tenants in the yard. The house he rented was a bed with a small wardrobe next to the bed and a computer on the small table at the head of the bed, which was all the furniture in the house.

At this moment, Zhang Yang was staring intently at the computer screen, his mouth kept muttering, his hand kept tapping on the keyboard, and the mouse was about to fly out. The dirty ashtray next to the keyboard was full of cigarette butts, and the whole room was smoky. Zhang Yang's hair has not been washed for a few days, and he still maintains a natural awakening appearance, and a strand of hair on the back of his head is trying to break through the sky at the moment.

"Damn, I'm losing again!" a bunch of ****!" the computer screen showed a huge red word failure. Zhang Yang scolded and threw the headphones onto the keyboard. He lit a cigarette, leaned back in his chair, and lowered his head to smoke.

The job was lost again, and a colleague he thought he could treat as a buddy betrayed him, he thought they could talk about everything, but he didn't know that the man only saw him as a stepping stone to his position. When the man came and asked him why he didn't do it, he stared at the man's face for a long time, not knowing what to say. There wasn't even a single outburst of anger, and he just walked away.

For the past few days, he has been playing games in the house he rents, numbing himself with the pleasure of killing in the game, but when he stopped playing games, the sense of loss immediately surrounded him again, he had nothing, no parents, no friends, no one cared. He has no education, and he can't find a good job. As a worker at work, he earns money by physical strength every day, and some people treat him as a monkey, and he has low emotional intelligence and can't take care of interpersonal relationships. Love is more of an unattainable luxury for him, and he doesn't even have the courage to talk to girls. He feels that he is simply a scum in society, and it is useless for no one to pay attention to it, **silk is talking about people like him, 24k pure **silk. Dreams or anything have nothing to do with him, and there is no hope for the future.

Zhang Yang's stomach growled, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, he hadn't even eaten his breakfast, and at this moment he was finally hungry and wanted to go out to forage for food. He wiped his face with tap water and rubbed it with a towel. When combing my hair, I broke several teeth of the plastic comb.

As soon as he went out, the sun was shining, and he couldn't open his eyes, and the landlord's daughter was sitting on a chair in the yard listening to music. She is the same age as Zhang Yang, and she usually doesn't come back much. She saw Zhang Yang come out of the house, glanced at it with disdain and looked elsewhere, as if in her eyes, there was no difference between Zhang Yang's people and the watermelon rinds that attracted flies in the garbage can on the side of the road.

But in Zhang Yang's eyes, the beauty in front of him was about to glow, and when he walked by, he peeked at the gap in the neckline of the landlord's daughter, which was white and big.

In fact, Zhang Yangchang is not ugly, but he has a negative mentality and makes himself sloppy, and no one pays attention to him anyway, it doesn't matter.

Zhang Yang found a small noodle restaurant, a plate of cold dishes, two bottles of beer, and a small bowl of noodles, and ate slowly. With two bottles of beer in his stomach, Zhang Yang felt a little fluttery, and he walked out into the street, wandering aimlessly.

Unconsciously Zhang Yang walked to a small bridge, which is the kind of ancient stone arch bridge, there are stone lion carvings on the railing of the bridge, and the weeping willows on both sides of the bank are shaking their branches with the wind, and the scenery is quite beautiful for a while. Zhang Yang sat down against the railing, humming a song out of tune. The effects of alcohol made him a little drowsy.

Poof, there was a sound of water in the river, and several exclamations came at the same time. Zhang Yang turned his head to look at it suspiciously.

"Help, someone has fallen into the water!" several children ran up from the river screaming, they were all frightened, crying and shouting.

Zhang Yang suddenly sobered up, he hurriedly looked into the river, and sure enough, he saw a child splashing in the water, with no head in sight, and was about to be drowned. Zhang Yang hurriedly ran over, and a fierce man plunged into the water.

On a June day, Zhang Yang felt the cold water at this moment, and he swam to the child and grabbed his clothes. The boy felt that someone was pulling him, as if he had seen a life-saving straw, and he desperately hugged Zhang Yang's arm. Zhang Yang was dragged by him, choked a few mouthfuls of water, scolded and dragged the child to the shore hard. Swimming alone can never feel how tired it is to drag another person, not to mention that the child has been pulling Zhang Yang hard, and when Zhang Yang lifted him ashore, he felt exhausted. He coughed and climbed to the shore, his feet slipped and fell back, and he was completely submerged in the water, at this time he felt cramps in his legs, and paddled hard with both hands, but he couldn't swim up, and he was flustered at the moment when the water was very good.

Finally, he couldn't hold his breath anymore and began to choke on water, and his consciousness gradually drifted away. At this moment, his foot touched a black object, and a biting cold enveloped him, like entering a cold undercurrent in the water. The black object turned out to be a black ring, and the moment Zhang Yang touched it, his whole body became as black as ink from his feet, and then his whole body seemed to melt into a puddle of ink, which was absorbed by the ring.

After the ring absorbed Zhang Yang, a trace of lightning flashed around his body and disappeared in place.

Cold, Zhang Yang felt that his soul was going to be frozen, black, and he couldn't see anything. Is this dead? He didn't feel anything, he didn't know if he existed, only the cold to the bone, he thought back to this short life, in fact, there was nothing worth nostalgic, he died when he died, and he only hoped that the child he had just saved would be safe.

Twelve years later. Thundering Continent.

A donkey cart moves slowly through the bustling street market. A teenager sat on it, staring at his right hand in distraction. His name is Zhang Yang, and he is also the Zhang Yang mentioned above, he was reborn in a poor family on this continent, and his parents are farmers. Although the days are hard, but his parents love him very much, which he has never experienced in his previous life, at this time, he has recalled the memories of his previous life, and sometimes he still feels that he is dreaming, but he can't tell whether he is dreaming or waking.

On his right hand, there was a black mark that was wrapped around his middle finger like a ring, which, according to his father, was present when he was born, and the midwife was shocked when she saw it, saying that this mark was an ominous omen and that his finger had to be cut off in order to leave the child. His parents didn't agree, and the midwife didn't care, so they ran to the street angrily and said that the people in the whole village were still pointing fingers at him behind his back, and they didn't allow their children to approach Zhang Yang.

The Thundering Continent is still martial, and there are also people who cultivate the truth, compared to the martial artists all over the world, those who cultivate the truth seem very mysterious, and they all cultivate in the mountains that are inaccessible, and rarely show up. Zhang Yang can sometimes see the immortals passing by like a frightening flood, he is very yearning, unrestrained flying, what a pleasant feeling.

He lives in a small village outside the city of Qianyuan. Recently, a piece of news blew up the whole city, it was rumored that there were immortals in Qianyuan City who were selecting disciples, and for a while, Qianyuan City was trampled on the threshold, and there was an endless stream of people.

Zhang Yang's father once sent him to practice martial arts, but was told that Zhang Yang's foundation was not good, his bones were too thin, and it was difficult to achieve success, so he sent him back.

At this time, the one who was driving in front was Zhang Yang's father, Zhang Fengnian. Hearing that there was an immortal family in the city selecting disciples, he decided to take Zhang Yang to try it. The people around him laughed at him for being whimsical, Zhang Yang didn't even have enough qualifications to practice martial arts, so what was he talking about cultivating immortals. But Zhang Fengnian's love for his son was heartfelt and turned a deaf ear to their words

"Brother Yang, where are you going, I also said that I went to your house to find you. Oops!" a little chubby dun ran after the donkey cart, accidentally stepped on the donkey dung, and fell forward.

Zhang Yang was distracted by his voice, and when he came back to his senses, he saw the little fat dun lying on the donkey dung, and laughed. He jumped out of the donkey cart and picked up the little chubby mound.

The identity of this little chubby dun is not simple, he is Chang Zhihai, the youngest son of Chang Wanli, the richest man in Qianyuan City, and he has two sisters above him. Once, he sneaked out of the city and got acquainted with Zhang Yang, who was herding a donkey. The two lives of people make Zhang Yang have an adult mind, and he also gives way to this little fat man, which makes the little fat man very moved, and he has no brother He regards Zhang Yang as his eldest brother in his heart, which is completely different from the relationship between sister and brother. Since then, Xiao Zhihai has often run out of the city to find Zhang Yang, and after Chang Wanli found out, he sent someone to beat Zhang Yang and not allow him to approach Xiao Zhihai again. But let the little fat man go on a hunger strike for three days, and almost starved into a thin man, so scared that Chang Wanli didn't dare to care anymore.

Zhang Fengnian, who was driving the car, heard the sound and also looked back, and when he saw the person who fell to the ground, he was so frightened that he quickly stopped the donkey cart and ran over.

"Young Master Zhihai, you have hurt us, let the people in your house see that our father and son are not short of a beating. Zhang Fengnian wiped the donkey dung on the little fat dun with his sleeve, but the donkey was a little strained, and it was smeared into a large piece of green.

"Uncle Fengnian, don't worry, if my father lets people beat Brother Yang again, I will knock off those people's legs one by one, and then isolate myself in front of my father, so that he will regret death. Xiao Zhihai wiped his clothes with his hand, put it in his nose and sniffed it, then turned his head and retched.

"When did you learn to self-destruct, your father is so slippery, he just stares at you, do you do it?" Zhang Yang teased.

"It worked, I tried it last time, and it scared my dad half to death. Little Fat Dun said ostentatiously, "By the way, Brother Yang, where are you going?"

"Didn't you say that there are immortal families in the city who are selecting disciples, and my father is going to take me to see it. Zhang Yang said to him with a smile.

"Brother Yang, if you want to cultivate immortals, then I will go too, otherwise I won't be able to find you in the future. Xiao Zhihai glared and pulled Zhang Yang's sleeve.

"Okay, then let's go together, anyway, this Qianyuan City is full of your father's eyeliner, and I'm not afraid that you will lose it." Zhang Yang pulled the little fat man into the donkey cart.

Zhang Fengnian sighed, and could only follow Zhang Yang and drive the donkey cart to the city.