In the cold winter, heavy snow falls.

Bang......

Chen Yuan, who was fiddling with the charcoal pot in his house, suddenly heard a loud noise.

The gate, which was not sturdy in the first place, was kicked into the snow.

"It's time to come."

Chen Yuan muttered to himself, and then walked out of the door.

"As I said, this year's offerings will not be delivered. In the coming year, you will definitely hand it in with the interest, why do you repeatedly force people. ”

Outside the door, Chen Yuan saw two big men with swords that he didn't want to see, they were mountain bandits in the nearby mountains.

Every year after autumn, the mountain bandits will go down the mountain to snatch the grain, and the good name is called: hand in the offerings.

In order to survive, the villagers will take out part of the grain and hand it in, even if there is no food, they will hunt for money in order to have a safe year.

Chen Yuan was born in a mountain village for 16 years, and his father would hand in all the offerings every year.

However, this year's drought has caused no grain harvest. My father was bedridden for another half a year until he died before winter.

After his father became seriously ill, Chen Yuan also followed the villagers to the mountains to hunt a few times, but there was no prey left except for exchanging money to buy medicine.

The funeral expenses after his father left were borrowed from the villagers.

How could the bandits listen to Chen Yuan's explanation?

In these turbulent times, eating is a top priority, and explaining to bandits is like playing a harp to a cow.

"Don't talk nonsense, hand in the offerings, and save you from death. Otherwise, you know our means. ”

The big man with the shoulder knife shook the long knife in his hand, the bright blade, under the light of the white snow, the cold light was drenched.

Chen Yuan took two steps back, not daring to look at the long knife.

"To pay, or not to pay?"

The big knife shook three feet in front of him, like the soul-locking blade of hell, causing a large amount of cold sweat to break out on Chen Yuan's forehead, who was already cold.

It's not that he doesn't want to pay, he really doesn't have it, he doesn't have food, and he doesn't have money.

Even if you sell your belongings and old house, you can't make up the money and food for the offering.

Stepping back again and again, Chen Yuan's gaze fell on the wood knife not far away, which he used to cut wood.

"Big brother, this kid just died of his father. I heard that he also borrowed the funeral money from the villagers. The family is sure that there is no money and food. It's better to take a beating. We cottages don't care about such a little money. ”

Among the two bandits, a man of the same age as Chen Yuan suddenly excused Chen Yuan.

Hearing the man's words, Chen Yuan's gaze shifted from the blade to the man.

It is said that bandits in the world are forced to be bandits, and perhaps among the bandits, there are one or two good people.

"Let him go? How do we account to the big bosses? The other bandit looked disgusted and seemed unwilling.

"Big Brother ......"

The man whispered something in the ear of the knife-carrying bandit. However, Chen Yuan found that their eyes glanced at the wood knife not far away.

It is said that those who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes, if Chen Yuanzhen fights with them with a knife, no one can say what the final casualties will be.

The bandits do not have three heads and six arms, and they are just ordinary people who have been forced to become bandits.

Bang!

Kicking Chen Yuan's chest, the big man with the shoulder knife shook the long knife in his hand and said viciously:

"Boy, today it is my brother who intercedes for you. Otherwise, be sure to let you know the consequences of owing the bandits to the offering. I will spare you for the time being, but after the autumn of the next year, I will definitely collect the principal interest. If you don't hand it over, the knife in Lao Tzu's hand is not vegetarian. ”

The big man with the knife kicked Chen Yuan twice, and then the two turned around and left.

Sitting on the ground, Chen Yuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Thinking back to the previous scene, if he hadn't intentionally or unintentionally looked at the wood knife not far away, he might have died under the big knives of the two bandits today.

Although he saved his life, Chen Yuan still felt that he couldn't get rid of the haze of bandits.

If God continues to embarrass the peasants in the coming year, the fields will still be unharvested, and with his ability, even if he goes up to the mountains to hunt every day, he will not be able to hand in the full amount of two years' offerings.

After all, you still have to eat, and you can't let yourself starve and freeze in order to hand in offerings.

Otherwise, if you don't get killed by bandits, you can starve yourself to death if you starve.

"No, I have to be strong. It became feared by the bandits of the world. ”

Clenching his fists, Chen Yuan made up his mind to make himself stronger, at least not to be bullied by bandits anymore.

But how can he become stronger?

The eighteenth generation of ancestors were farmers with hoes in their hands and facing the loess with their backs to the sky, except for knowing a little farming technology, they had no relatives to be officials in the court, and no rich and powerful relatives could help them.

The so-called heroes in troubled times, because of the turmoil in the imperial court, some people were forced to become bandits, and some people relied on their kung fu to wander the world and become a generation of chivalrous.

Falling into a bandit seems to have become Chen Yuan's only choice.

"No, you can't go up the mountain to be a bandit. Every year, the imperial court organizes troops to exterminate bandits in various places. Even if it is a bandit, just without the annual offering, it cannot avoid the fate of being killed. ”

After negating the decision to become a bandit, Chen Yuan continued to think about his possible reliance.

"Maybe I can leave the mountain village and go to the county or the imperial city. There are a lot of dart games and sect forces there, if you can join them smoothly, become a dart player or a member of the sect. ”

Make a decision in your mind.

However, not long after, Chen Yuan repudiated his decision.

Whether it is a dart or a gang member, they are all mixing rice on the knife edge, and if one is not careful, he does not know where he died.

Chen Yuan didn't want to live this kind of precarious and fearful life.

With a slight frown, Chen Yuan felt sorry for his fate. The prince of the family can live a life of clothes and food, and the prince and nobleman can also live in opulence, but he has to worry about three meals a day and his life.

Just when Chen Yuan was thinking hard about his life fate, a figure suddenly appeared in the snowy sky.

Chen Yuan could see clearly that it was a person wearing a cyan robe and stepping on a flying sword.

The man was like a god from heaven to earth, crossing the mountains and woods, and landed on the roof of Chen Yuan's house.

"Immortals! A true immortal who soars through the clouds! ”

Chen Yuan was shocked, not because the immortal landed on his house, but because he had found his purpose in life.

If you fall into the grass, you may be exterminated by the government, and the dart and sect members may die in another country, but if you become an immortal from heaven to earth, everything will be solved.

In the world, there is no one who is not afraid of the gods.

Whether it is a mountain bandit or a high-ranking official or nobleman, in front of the gods, they are all mortals who have no power to restrain the chicken.

Chen Yuan looked at the man in Tsing Yi on the roof with joy, but the man in Tsing Yi was not on Chen Yuan, his erratic eyes seemed to be looking for something.

"Junior Chen Yuan, meet the immortals!"

Chen Yuan took the initiative to say hello.

The man in Tsing Yi ignored Chen Yuan, his brows furrowed as his gaze fell on the body of a purple vegetation.

Chen Yuan noticed the gaze of the man in Tsing Yi. Although I don't know why the man in Tsing Yi frowned at a grass, he thought that this grass was useful to the gods.

"If the gods are interested in my family's grass that has grown for an unknown number of years, the younger generation can give it to you."

Chen Yuan took the initiative to speak again.

"I do need this purple flame grass here, but I won't take a mortal thing for nothing. If you have any requirements, you can ask, whether it is gold or silver, you can meet the requirements below. ”

Chen Yuan was shocked, he never thought that a small grass in his courtyard that had grown for an unknown number of years could be exchanged for gold and silver in the hands of the immortals.

If an hour ago, when the two bandits did not come, Chen Yuan might not hesitate to choose gold and silver.

After all, gold and silver are the real thing.

It's just that now, he has made the decision to become an immortal, and gold and silver are no longer important to him.

"The younger generation doesn't want gold, and they don't want silver. The younger generation wants to worship the seniors as teachers and become a flying immortal. ”

The man in Tsing Yi didn't expect the young man in front of him to make such a request, and looked at Chen Yuan coldly for a moment.

He found that the young man in front of him did not bow down to him like ordinary mortals, but spoke to him in a way of awe.

Cultivating immortals, in addition to the need for fundamental talents, the most important thing is calmness and wisdom.

In the world of cultivating immortals, where the weak eat the strong and there is crisis everywhere, timidity and fear cannot achieve the Great Dao.

Even if you are gifted against the sky, you can die in fear.

"Maybe this young man can embark on the path of cultivating immortals." The man in Tsing Yi muttered to himself in his heart, then floated down beside Chen Yuan and said:

"Come here. Stretch out your right hand. ”

Slowly stepping forward, Chen Yuan boldly stretched out his right hand. Although he didn't know what the other party would do, he believed that an immortal would not kill a mortal for a grass.

The man in Tsing Yi put three fingers on Chen Yuan's wrist, and after a while, Chen Yuan only felt a hot current rushing into his body, which was very comfortable.

"Medium-grade spiritual root! Since it is a medium-grade spiritual root. ”

The man in Tsing Yi looked at Chen Yuan with a look of astonishment, although the middle-grade spiritual root was not as good as the top-grade and top-grade spiritual root, it was already a well-gifted existence in the immortal cultivation world.

It's a pity that the man in Tsing Yi can't protect himself, and it is impossible to bring a mortal who has not had any cultivation with him.

"You can cultivate immortals. But I can't take you as a disciple below. If you want, I can give you some necessities for cultivating immortals as the cost of buying that purple flame grass. As for whether you can embark on the path of cultivating immortals, you can only rely on yourself. ”

As he spoke, a lot of things had already appeared in front of Chen Yuan, among them were ten colorful stones, two books, three porcelain vases, and a tattered long sword.

Looking at the things in front of him, Chen Yuan felt a little lost.

The other party's reluctance to accept him as an apprentice may have a reason why he is reluctant to say it. But a grass in exchange for a change of destiny is worth it.

Bending down to pick up the items on the ground, Chen Yuan looked up and wanted to say something.

The man in Tsing Yi and the purple flame grass in the courtyard have disappeared.

"Senior, what's your name? How can I find you later? ”

Chen Yuan shouted into the void.

"In Xia Xuanyun, if you can embark on the path of cultivating immortals, you can go to Qinglan Sect to find me."

The voice echoed, and something flew from the air, landing right at Chen Yuan's feet.

Chen Yuan wrote down the other party's name and a location in his mind.