The frost and snow are all falling, and I don't know when it will be the return date.

The snow kept falling, and there was no sign of stopping.

Jiang He couldn't sit still, he couldn't wait to improve his skills.

So, he sat up straight and started the cultivation of Lingyuan in a race against time.

Ye Qinghe, who was facing away from a family of four with his eyes closed, felt a fluctuation of spiritual yuan, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

His sharp eyes were full of shock, jealousy, and a hint of murderous intent.

Lingyuan peak to be awakened?six years old?

Ye Qinghe, who was completely sleepy, stared at the stone wall in front of him, and slowly fell into memory.

It was Ye Qinghe's 12th birthday.

"You little bastard, you haven't grown at all in so long. ”

A strong man kicked Xiao Qinghe's stomach, Xiao Qinghe covered his stomach and frowned in pain.

"Little waste, don't even think about eating if you don't break through today. ”

"Bang"

Ding slammed the door and left, leaving Ye Qinghe huddled in the corner of the room, covered in blue and red.

Xiao Qinghe, who was numb all over his body, slowly climbed back onto the futon, shook his crumbling body, and numbly continued to try to condense the spirit yuan.

From beginning to end, Xiao Qinghe did not say a word, and not a single tear fell.

Ding's beating and scolding of Xiao Qinghe never stopped, day after day, year after year.

It turned out that Ye Qinghe's mother Yuehua ran away from marriage on the wedding night with Ding.

The reason is that there is a child in the belly that does not belong to the groom.

And 3 years later

Yuehua came back with Ye Qinghe, who was only 2 years old.

Ding looked at the woman kneeling in front of him covered in bruises, begging for his help

He relented.

Although the man loves Yuehua, he can't tolerate her illegitimate child, Ye Qinghe

It was also because Yuehua saved Ye Qinghe, which caused her to fall into a coma in the hospital bed, forcing Ding to take care of it day after day.

All the anger in Ding's heart was vented on this ignorant child.

At first, Xiao Qinghe didn't understand why the person in front of him, who was called Uncle Ding, treated him like this, so he fled many times, but each time he was inevitably captured, and then he was beaten badly.

Until one day, Xiaoqinghe, who was fetching water by the stream, heard two women who were washing clothes talking about a story, and the protagonist of the story turned out to be himself.

Only then did he suddenly realize that it was his mother who couldn't wake up for a long time, and it was Ding's kindness that took in their mother and son.

On the way home, Xiao Qinghe was silent.

Since then, Ye Qinghe has never escaped, and he has numbed the pain of his scars with the attitude of repaying his debts.

When Ye Qinghe was eight years old, he ushered in his own awakening, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that he actually had a faint trace of spiritual yuan, and he hurriedly rushed home to tell Ding the good news.

"Uncle Ding, today the kid awakened, Uncle Liu said that I have the talent to cultivate the spirit element, you see. ”

Xiao Qinghe was eager to show Ding.

"Get out!"

Ding pushed Xiao Qinghe away, Xiao Qinghe stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Who told you to disturb my rest, looking for death? Get out of here. ”

A rare glimmer of light in Xiao Qinghe's eyes dimmed again in an instant.

He got up and cautiously exited Ding's room, preparing to close the door.

"Slow"

"You said you could cultivate Lingyuan?" Ding suddenly asked.

Xiao Qinghe raised his head, full of loss

"Yes, Uncle Ding. ”

Ding took a sip of tea, looked at Yeqinghe slowly, and had a plan

"I heard that as long as you can condense the spirit element, you will have a chance to compete for the Bodhi Fruit before the age of 20. ”

Ding raised his eyebrows and pinched Xiao Qinghe's chin.

"If you really have the ability, give me that thing to win, I heard that if you eat it, you can live forever, and the dead can be healed. ”

"Really? Is my mother's illness curable?"

Ye Qinghe's already dim eyes instantly ignited hope again.

"Your mother?" Ding hurriedly explained, dodging his eyes

"That's nature, of course such a good thing should be given to me, oh no, for your mother. ”

"There's a lot of nonsense, okay, don't hurry down and practice martial arts, get out. Ding was impatient to catch up with Qinghe at night

"Yes, I'll go down and practice. ”

Ye Qinghe bowed loudly, full of joy, and then cautiously exited the room and closed the door.

In the room

"With this silly boy, I don't have to worry about how to get the Bodhi fruit, hahahaha. ”

"When the time comes, I will be able to condense the spirit yuan after eating the Bodhi fruit, and the title will be Lao Tzu. ”

Ding rubbed his hands, his greedy eyes exposed.

Every day after that, in addition to eating, Ye Qinghe went back to his room where he only had one bed and one futon to cultivate.

In order to save his mother, Ye Qinghe is willing to give everything.

However, Ding is a farmer who doesn't know how to cultivate, and Yeqinghe lacks the guidance of a good teacher.

This brings us to the opening scene.

Ye Qinghe has been cultivating for four years, and he is still at the first order of the Immortal Realm.

But Yeqing River is not without growth.

Ding didn't understand, but Ye Qinghe himself understood that in the past four years, he had broken through the Virtuous Realm in two and a half years by himself, and in the next year and a half, he had reached the peak of the Virtuous Realm from his first acquaintance, and breaking through the second order was just around the corner.

He was very bored in his heart, and Ye Qinghe also felt that his cultivation was progressing very slowly.

So, he stopped cultivating, pushed open the door, and flew out of the house with two kicks, falling into the mangrove forest not far away, wanting to relax.

As he paced, he suddenly felt the air around him become turbid, and suddenly a fog rose everywhere, and a powerful pressure rushed towards him.

"Who?"

Ye Qinghe looked around vigilantly.

At this time, the fog in front of Ye Qinghe was slowly dispersed, and a green-haired man walked out of the fog.

"I haven't seen you for many years, but you've grown so big. ”

Ye Qinghe rummaged back and forth in his mind a few times, but he really didn't think of any connection between himself and the green-haired man in front of him.

"This senior, I'm a commoner, it's impossible for me to have a relationship with you, I guess you must have recognized the wrong person. ”

The green-haired man in front of Ye Qinghe frowned slightly when he heard Ye Qinghe's words.

Seeing that he didn't plan to speak, Ye Qinghe bowed his head slightly and bowed politely.

"It seems that you really recognized the wrong person, and the kid retired first. ”

As soon as Ye Qinghe turned around, he felt a gray gas suddenly coming from behind him.

As the mist passed through the Yeqing River, he felt like his soul was about to be stripped away.

In an instant, the green-haired man appeared in front of him.

"You, you passed through me?"

Ye Qinghe looked shocked.

The man leaned his face close to Yeqinghe, and a strange sandalwood came to his nose.

"Why? I haven't seen him for ten years, and I don't even recognize my own father?"

"Father, is it really you?"

Ye Qinghe looked at the man in front of him, took a step back suddenly, he shook his head and muttered.

"No, you're not my father. ”

The green-haired man looked at the look of fear and distrust in front of him, and his heart twitched hard.

"Back then, you and I fled with your mother, and in order to keep your mother and son safe, I had to return to the Fog Hidden Gate. ”

"Now that I've climbed to the position of the master of the Fog Shadow Gate, no one can hurt your mother and son, child, go back with me. ”

After the man finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab Ye Qinghe.

Ye Qinghe hesitated again and again, and took another step back.

"You!"

The man's face was furious.

Ye Qinghe also had a burst of anger rushing to his brain, roaring at the green-haired man.

"If it weren't for you, how could my mother have never woken up, and I wouldn't have recognized you as my father!"

"If nothing else, I'm going back to take care of my mother, farewell. ”

Yeqinghe bypassed the green-haired man, stepped on his front foot, and flew out of the mangrove forest.

The green-haired man looked at the stubborn back and did not stop him from leaving.

"Night Wushuang, Night Wushuang, how did you come to this point now. ”

Ye Qinghe returned home and sat in front of his mother's bed in a daze.

Inadvertently flicking his mother's hand, he suddenly noticed a bruise on his mother's arm, although someone deliberately covered it with a quilt, but he still found it.

Feeling bad in his heart, he hurriedly grabbed his mother's trouser legs.

The scene in front of him frightened Ye Qinghe a few steps back.

Yuehua's legs were covered with the same cyan bruises as her own, and there were even tea leaves left on her legs.

The part with the tea leaves was actually red and swollen burns, which was obviously caused by the hot tea spilled.

He picked up the tea leaves and muttered with trembling hands.

"Isn't this Uncle Ding's favorite frozen top oolong?"

Ye Qinghe was in disbelief, he rushed to the door of Ding's house and broke in.

Ding turned around angrily.

"You bastard, dare to go directly into my room like this, looking for a fight?"

"Who dare to beat my son?"

Ye Wushuang suddenly appeared outside the door, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Why did you come along?"

Ye Qinghe turned around in disbelief and looked at Ye Wushuang who came with him.

"It's you? What a pair of dog father and son, you still dare to come to the door. ”

Ding Leng snorted, but he didn't dare to make a move, because he always felt that he couldn't afford to provoke the man in front of him.

"Uncle Ding, can you explain why your mother has your favorite frozen oolong tea?"

"Hmph, that girl is too difficult to serve, Lao Tzu served him to eat, drink and Lazar, and actually urinated on the bed, I couldn't get angry and beat that girl. ”

"What?"

Ye Qinghe listened, and his eyes were full of bloodshot in an instant.

"She's unconscious, how can you do it?"

Ye Qinghe trembled, still in disbelief, and he hurriedly asked

"Don't you love her, don't you want to save her?"

"What good can I do if I have been serving a devoid of consciousness for so many years?"

"On the contrary, if I can give this Bodhi fruit, I will be able to become a martial artist, and maybe I will be immortal. ”

At this moment, looking at the prototype in front of him, Ye Qinghe completely understood that he was being used.

He actually let his mother suffer under the roof of the devil.

Ye Qinghe's eyes completely lost their luster, and he slowly looked at Ye Wushuang.

"I admit your father, it's okay for me to go with you, but you have to promise me one thing. ”

"You say!"

The green-haired man shouted excitedly.

"Teach me the mastery of the Fog Hidden Gate. ”

"Why not? If you want to learn, teach you. ”

Hearing this, Ding panicked.

"You can't take him away, I still have to rely on him to win me the Bodhi fruit, and I have to rely on him to get the title. ”

Ye Qinghe looked at him coldly, "Are you worthy?"

"You were brought up by me, you should know how to be grateful, use Bodhi fruit to honor me, you can't go with him until you get it. ”

Ye Wushuang, who has been silent, really can't listen to it anymore.

He teleported in front of Ding, grabbed Ding's neck with one hand, and lifted him up.

"I don't kill you if you take in her mother and son for many years, if you are dissatisfied again, I don't know if my hand will not listen to me. ”

After that, Ye Wushuang threw Ding on the ground like garbage.

"Kid, let's go. ”

Ye Qinghe left with Ye Wushuang, and the cowardly and obedient Ye Qinghe was also buried here.

His gaze gradually changed from godlessness to grimness

He clenched his fists and swore in his heart,

Mother, I will definitely save you, wait for me.

When Ding came to his senses, he raised his head

He angrily pointed in the direction where the two had disappeared and shouted

"You, you, one day I'll make you pay. ”