Seeing this, Uncle Ding hurriedly pressed his hand on his shoulder and said, "Child, the people in the courtyard hall are all good martial arts masters, and people like He Feng who can be the leader have a certain strength. That kind of strength can be described as extremely terrifying for you, and if you want to take revenge with your current strength, you must hit a stone with an egg. So your dad told you to get out of here before he died, and I guess they're suspicious of you by now, and maybe they're going to trouble you. ”

At this time, he saw someone walking towards them, and urged urgently: "Obedient child, don't hesitate, go as far as you can." Where there is life, there is hope. If you have the opportunity to learn the best martial arts, it's not too late to come back and take revenge. I'll go back, take care of yourself. With that, he walked away quickly.

Lu Zhan watched Uncle Ding's figure disappear around the corner, he stood on the side of the road and thought for a while, then resolutely turned around and walked towards his home in the southwest corner of Lu Mansion.

In the southwest corner of the Lu Mansion, most of the servants and family members of the Lu Mansion lived, compared to the magnificent Lu Family Mansion, this area looks dilapidated and dirty.

Lu Zhan walked into his small and simple courtyard, and a lonely and lonely pain immediately hit his heart, this courtyard has lost the warmth of the past, and from now on, he will struggle to survive alone in this world.

He stood in the middle of the courtyard, his eyes staring blankly at his feet. The place where he was standing now was where he found Lu Tonghui lying in a pool of blood when he returned home seven days ago.

The tragic scene at that time was vivid, and Lu Zhan, who was still a teenager, was completely frightened by the scene in front of him.

Lu Tonghui realized that his life was hopeless, he grabbed his son's hand and said: "Zhan'er, Dad, this is no good, after I die, you will ...... Get out of this place right away. ”

"No, Dad, please don't say that, this ...... Who the hell did this? Son, go to the doctor and heal you. Lu Zhan hurriedly covered the bleeding wound on his father's body, who knew that the wound on his abdomen was bleeding faster, so many wounds, he only hated why the sky didn't let him grow two more hands.

Lu Tonghui stared at his son's eyes and solemnly admonished word by word: "Son, listen to your father's words, don't avenge your father." ”

Lu Zhan was puzzled: "Why?"

"There's no why, it's just ...... Dad doesn't want you to stay in this Lu Mansion any longer. Lu Tonghui gasped for two breaths and continued to instruct: "When you leave, you can not bring anything at home, the only thing you must bring is the god seat in the South Chamber. That statue of the god, our Lu family has been worshiped for four generations, and it has never been interrupted. Daddy please...... In the future, wherever you go, you must religiously incense this statue, and whenever the moon is full, you must also offer sacrifices with vegetables, fruits, and fresh meat...... Million...... Don't forget!" After saying that, Lu Tonghui fell into a coma, and before he could pass, he lost his breath.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhan's gaze moved from his feet to the room in the south wing. That room was originally the best one in this small courtyard, but now it was made into an offering hall by Lu Tonghui, enshrined the statue of the immortal who was kind to the ancestors of the Lu family.

He walked to the altar and pushed open the door.

There was a sandalwood smell in the hall, and there was an offering table in the middle of the table, with a small statue of the god in the center, and two pots of dried vegetables and fruits in front of the statue. Lu Zhan lit the incense candle in front of the statue, and the two beans reflected the statue in the hall.

I saw that this statue was about two feet tall and wore a golden robe. The statue's sculptural attainments seem to be very clumsy, and the facial features of the idol figure seem to be blurred, and it can only be vaguely discerned that it has pointed lips, large ears, and two thin and long beards around the lips, which looks very peculiar.

"Does this thing also deserve to be called an immortal?" Lu Zhan glared at the statue and muttered in a very disrespectful tone.

According to his father, it seems that his great-grandfather suffered a calamity when his family was young, when a little immortal who practiced in the wilderness cave and claimed to be a "Shangxian" passed by and took action to resolve the catastrophe, so since then, the Lu family has enshrined him as an immortal.

However, this past is just a long-term legend for Lu Zhan, and since he was sensible, he has been full of disdain for this obscene-looking statue.

But because his father respected it very much, he couldn't say anything every time the incense was burning.

Now that his only loved one, his father, has been killed, and he has suddenly entered the darkest moment of his life, and his view of things has become extreme and sharp.

"Shangxian, Shangxian, my father said that you are the grace of my family and can bless the safety of my family, so our Lu family has worshiped you for generations, even if your life is in a dilemma of lack of food and clothing, you are waiting for big fish and meat every month, and you don't dare to slack off for a moment. But what happens to these people who worship you devoutly?"

Lu Zhan glared at the statue and gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Our family has been bullied in the Lu Mansion, and I am fifteen years old to wear a crown, but I am frail and sick and have been ridiculed, and I have not achieved anything so far. My mother was tortured to death by illness at a young age, and my father was assassinated when he was in the prime of life, and I still don't know who the murderer was! ”

The flame of the incense candle in front of the idol shook suddenly, and the light in the offering hall became darker and darker, and a cloud of bitterness seemed to spread from the statue.

Lu Zhan didn't notice these subtle changes, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became, "A rotten immortal like you who only knows how to collect and doesn't know how to return, let's not provide it, so you don't have to live in despair, but you have to hold so many unrealistic expectations." ”

"Hmph, my life is up to me! I don't need you wood carvings and clay sculptures to bless me!"

His tone became more and more indignant, and when he said that he was angry, he raised his hand and arched it, and actually overturned the entire offering table, only to hear a chaotic sound of ping-pong, and the tributes on the table turned to the ground, and the clay statue of the god was also shattered.

Lu Zhan flicked his sleeves angrily, and was about to leave this offering hall, but suddenly saw a canopy of green smoke suddenly rising from between the smashed statues-

The green smoke rose in a curling stream, but instead of dispersing, it gathered more and more thickly, and finally condensed into the shape of a man. I saw that this smoke-shaped figure had a long, pointed mouth, big eyes, big ears, and two locks of long beard hanging on the lips, looking like a very obscene little old man.

Lu Zhan's eyes widened, and his jaw almost fell to the floor.

The smoke-shaped little old man actually spoke: "You little doll, why are you so ignorant, you have rebelled!"

"You...... You ...... "Lu Zhan" for a long time, his tongue froze, and it took a while to spit out a formed sentence: "My god, there is really such a thing as an immortal?"

"Nonsense, if it weren't for me, would the four generations of your family worship me so blindly?" The smoke-shaped little old man looked at the shattered statue on the ground and muttered regretfully: "It's a pity, it's a pity, your family has worshiped me for eighty-eight years, and it seems that in another twelve years, the merit will be complete, and the future generations will be able to obtain a rich life." It's just that you, a little child, will you die for 12 years to worship my old man, or what, so impatient. You look down on this little demon - no, isn't this fairy?"

The obscene immortal nodded self-righteously, "Also, there are many immortals from all walks of life in the cave mansion in the world, and I have practiced the weasel soul for more than three hundred years in the transformation realm." ”

Then he pointed to Lu Zhan's nose depressedly and said: "But this immortal can tell you, don't look at people with dog eyes - look at the immortal low, although this immortal is not very powerful in the cave, after all, he still used his supernatural powers to save your family from a catastrophe, otherwise, how can there be a person like you kid living in the world now." ”

Lu Zhan wanted to say something sorry and apologize, but when he heard his little demon on the left and a weasel on the right, a pimple suddenly rose in his heart: "This daring is a spirit, not a genuine fairy! My God, a weasel can fly into the sky and change its image at will, is there any reason for this?"

The obscene immortal seemed to sense Lu Zhan's thoughts, and he sighed, "You little baby is angry, isn't it? What's wrong with the weasel? The weasel is also a member of the crowd, and he also has the wisdom of guarding Dezhi, with five senses and six veins, not one level shorter than you humans." In fact, everyone in this world can practice and have the opportunity to become gods, but you humans are the only ones who can't, do you know why? Because God is fair, he has given you humans a higher level of wisdom than other creatures, but he also has to take one thing out of human beings, so that you don't have the opportunity to reach the ultimate realm. Do you know what that thing is that has been removed? That is the root bone of cultivation, without which you can only have less than a hundred years of glory even if you have talent. ”

After speaking, Shangxian glanced at the fragment of the statue on the ground again, shook his head sadly, and said: "It seems that my relationship with your family has come to an end so far. ”

Lu Zhan was stunned by what he said, and was in a semi-demented state. It wasn't until he saw Huang Daxian brushing his wide robe and big sleeves and making a fluttering shape that he hurriedly held back a sentence: "Is the old fairy going to leave now? My family has worshiped you for so many years, don't you even leave a word to explain?"

The obscene immortal looked back at him and sighed: "It is said that the fate is all here, what else is there to explain?"

"My father is respectful to your old man, and he has never treated you slowly, and now that his old man has been killed, can't you take revenge for him?"

Huang Daxian wrinkled his nose and thought about it, shook his head and said: "Your father is destined to suffer this catastrophe in his life, this is the will of heaven, I'm sorry, this immortal chief doesn't dare to go against the will of heaven." ”

Lu Zhan is also a clever person, his eyes flickered when he saw Shangxian speak, and he knew that he must know something, but he just didn't want to say it. This made him feel very depressed and helpless, and he thought that even the spirits with magical powers were hesitant to say something, most likely because his father had provoked a powerful person that even he feared.

No wonder my father insisted that he not take revenge before he died, perhaps because the enemy was too powerful, and he was afraid that he would not be able to take revenge and suffer from it.