Lu Yu is an ordinary second-year junior high school student, only fourteen years old, but he suffered from the pressure and pain brought to him by reality early.

His mother died in a car accident when he was two years old. His father fell into a state of mental illness and died last year.

Now he lives in a welfare home in Ben Thanh, works hard to go to school, and lives like a normal teenager.

On this sunny day, Lu Yu followed the team of the fourth class of Bincheng No. 14 Middle School out of the school for a spring outing and climbed Huangshan with his classmates.

Sitting on the cable car, Lu Yu looked at the scenery outside the window of the cable car, and saw that the huge Yellow Mountain was magnificent, and the top of the mountain was towering into the clouds, which looked very magnificent.

The cable car stopped not far from the top of the mountain, and Lu Yu stepped off the cable car and lined up with the students, ready to be led by the teacher.

Lu Yu turned back with unfinished thoughts, and once again looked at this beautiful mountain landscape with a view of the mountains, and was suddenly caught by a golden cloud in the sky not far away.

A group of male voices chanted Sanskrit songs that Lu Yu could not understand, and from the golden clouds came into Lu Yu's ears. The chanting was majestic and beautiful, and it shook the whole soul of Lu Yu, making him sound like thunder, so clear and loud.

Lu Yu couldn't help but pat the shoulder of a male classmate next to him, and said in a daze: "Classmate, have you heard the Sanskrit chanting from the top of the mountain in the sky?" ”

"No, did you hear me wrong?" The classmate said without looking back.

"No, I heard you right." Lu Yu spoke, but the strong Sanskrit sound sounded melodiously and pleasantly, like a concise and bright song, chanting louder and louder in the depths of Lu Yu's soul. No outside voice could overpower the group of male voices who were singing.

Lu Yu stared at the magical and extraordinary golden clouds, and suddenly he felt that his whole person flew out directly.

Lu Yu hurriedly looked down at his feet, and there was a void-like darkness under his feet.

Looking around again, it was empty, except for clouds of gas drifting from far and near across his line of sight. A tall man in a snow-white robe appeared in the mist.

Seeing the strange long-haired man, Lu Yu was first taken aback.

With such a handsome face and perfectly proportioned body, Lu Yu has never seen a second one.

Secondly, the masculinity on the opposite side was unrefined, which gave Lu Yu an impression: the man should have reached a very old age, but he did not have the appearance of an old dragon clock. His exposed snow-white skin blended seamlessly with the white clothes on his body, and he looked younger than Lu Yu. And he walked very lightly, as if there was no weight.

I shouldn't have met a fairy! Lu Yu exclaimed in his heart.

Before Lu Yu could speak, the man in white smiled and said to him, "Lu Xian, I am Saint Venerable Luo Qi, the Ninth Elder of the Immortal Realm. I have come to take you to my disciple and become my third disciple. ”

"Master!" Lu Yu immediately shouted.

Luo Qi slowly walked over to Lu Yu, walked up to Lu Yu, lowered his head and stretched out a white and slender hand, and a small black whistle suddenly appeared in his palm. This whistle looks no different from the whistle that Lu Yu bought in the commissary when he was a child, very simple.

Luo Qi grinned and said, "Lu Xian, you hold this black whistle, if you have any doubts, blow this whistle." At that time, I will appear in your consciousness. ”

"Master, don't go!" Lu Yu watched Luo Qi turn around and leave, and for some reason he suddenly felt a sense of dependence on Luo Qi in his heart.

The darkness around him disappeared, and Lu Yu found that he was standing alone in the team just now, and Luo Qi disappeared along with the golden cloud that sang Sanskrit.

It's just that a black whistle really appeared out of thin air in Lu Xi's hand, and it felt as slippery as a stone.