In the early morning, the sun is rising, and the fog is dissipating on the waves of a vast lake, and occasionally the chirping of a few water birds is heard.

At this moment, among the green reeds, a small boat creaked out.

The rower was a tall, thin boy with a dark complexion, about the age of the horn.

He sang an unknown fishing song while rocking the oars, and his singing voice was loud and with a bit of youthful immaturity, floating on the blue and blue lake, attracting the echoing cries of the birds from time to time, but also had a sense of fairyland on earth.

And the basket behind him was already stuffed with all kinds of fresh fish, and it seemed that it was another fruitful morning.

The boy's surname is Ling Feng, and he is the child of an ordinary family in a small village on the west bank of the lake. Since his father died of a serious illness a few years ago, and his mother is getting old and frail, he is now the only one in the family to make a living from fishing. Fortunately, he is diligent and thrifty, and his life is worry-free.

On this day, He Lingfeng got up early to catch fish as usual, and was ready to take it to the small city market more than ten miles away to sell. While rowing the boat to the shore, he thought that he would sell the fish to buy some medicine for his mother, and by the way, buy some rice, flour, cloth and other miscellaneous items for the family.

My mother caught a cold last night, and she had a bad cough again. This disease has been suffering since the death of his father, and the nearby Langzhong has seen it all over and has not seen it well, there is no way, and if it is not cured, it has to be controlled with medicine every time it occurs, and it is no big deal.

He was thinking about these trivial matters in his heart, and there was a sharp roar in the sky behind him, followed by a pop, like the sound of a heavy object falling into the water.

He turned his head in shock, only to see a pair of boots with their soles facing up gradually sinking into the water.

He didn't have time to think about where this man had come from, so he skimmed his oars and plunged headlong into the water.

After a while, he saw a small and obese man lying in the muddy sand.

He was about to drag the man, but the man moved on his own, and his fat body, which was unusually nimble at the bottom of the water, swam to him, grabbed him, kicked him by the legs, and went up very quickly, and dragged him aboard the boat.

Then the man set him aside, lay himself on the plank on his back, tilted his head to one side, choked on a few mouthfuls of water, and then sat up with a wink of his little eyes.

"Damn, I was chased by the eight lambs of the cloudy sky for three days and three nights, and finally escaped, but I didn't want to escape for days, the loss of the true yuan was too large, and I couldn't get lucky, and my little life was almost buried in this lake. ”

"Alas...... Poor my Wang Fugui has been cultivating for half a life, and finally got a glimpse of the fairy gate for the first time, and he was about to enter the hall, but he didn't think about it, how could he be so unlucky, and he could be hunted down and killed when he went out to find an immortal material......"

The man was still muttering to himself, but He Lingfeng stood aside and frowned slightly, not knowing what to do.

Just because this person named Wang Fugui opened his mouth and closed his mouth to say that he was confused, he thought to himself, didn't this person choke a few mouthfuls of water and even his brain into the water?

Here, He Lingfeng was still wondering if this person had a bad brain, but the man suddenly stopped and began to look him up and down carefully, and there seemed to be a silver electric light in his squinted eyes.

The more the man looked at it, the more serious his face became, and finally he suddenly burst out laughing.

"Heaven will not kill me, heaven will not die I Wanhua Immortal Sect! I really didn't think that this time I would be blessed by misfortune, but by chance, I actually found someone with an immortal spirit jade body. Hahaha, now it's saved, it's saved......"

He Lingfeng only felt inexplicable, and was about to say something, but the man named Wang Fugui jumped up, reached out of his left hand like a thunderbolt, grabbed He Lingfeng's left wrist, and put two fingers in his right hand like a sword on his vein.

"That's right, the veins are strong, heavy, calm and powerful, and the innate qi in it operates on its own, and the cycle is endless, which is the omen of the fairy spirit jade body. It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it. ”

The man only cared about laughing excitedly, but he didn't want the strength of his hand to tighten, and He Lingfeng suddenly grinned in pain.

"Hey, can you let go of me, it hurts" He Lingfeng was about to cry.

Wang Fugui smiled embarrassedly when he heard this, retracted his hands, and said: "Xiaoyou Haihan is a big surprise, it is really a big surprise that makes the old man and me happy, messed up with proportion, messed up with proportion. I want the little friend to make amends. ”

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together in excitement, and his small eyes were about to squeeze into a slit.

He Lingfeng bared his teeth and said casually, "That's it, it doesn't matter." "Just looking at the painful expression of rubbing his wrists, I'm afraid I think I'm unlucky.

"By the way, I haven't asked you what's going on, it's strange, I just rowed past and there was no figure in the vicinity, where did you hit a big living person?

Wang Fugui snorted coldly when he heard this, and then said: "The old man is the elder of the Wanhua Immortal Sect of Longhua Mountain, and he was chased and killed by thieves on the way out to do business, so he fell here. ”

Wang Fugui seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and he said with a joke:

"Don't talk about these bad things, but if I hadn't been hunted down, I wouldn't have seen Xiaoyou, your treasure, it's really a talent made in heaven. Xiaoyou are not interested in worshipping under my sect and joining the Wanhua Immortal Sect?

"This ...... I don't even know what immortals are, what is the Tao? Does it mean immortals? The old king, who taught us to read and write, often told us about the immortals going to heaven and earth, burning mountains and boiling seas, and fighting demons. Is it possible that what Immortal Sect can do this if I go with you?" He Lingfeng seemed to have thought of something, and asked with a wistful expression.

"Ahem, if you want to say that the Daluo Heavenly Immortals who have achieved cultivation can indeed do this, but on the way to cultivating immortals, you must not be ambitious, and pay attention to gradual and steady progress. Only those with a solid foundation can go further on the path, and they may be able to achieve the path one day.

And the mortals who have just entered the immortal gate are cultivating the foundation, which is based on quenching the body and removing scale, alchemy and cultivating the Tao, and practicing qi and cultivating the gods, and only on this basis can they ask for immortality......

In short, the matter of cultivating immortals is a long road, and only people with a firm mind can achieve something, and ordinary people will eventually return to the loess. ”

Wang Fugui touched his forehead and explained.

"Ask for immortality...... Attributed to the loess ......"

When He Lingfeng heard this, he unconsciously remembered his father's death and his mother's aging, and his thoughts couldn't help but return to the day his father died.

One evening eight years ago, my father, who was seriously ill, was lying on the old wooden bed at home, his body trembling and sweating like rain. His mother and six-year-old him gathered around the bed, and his mother kept wiping his sweat for his father while sobbing lowly.

The father, who had been bedridden for more than a month, was now as white as paper, his lips were chapped, and he was muttering something, and he didn't hear it clearly when he got close to his mother.

After a quarter of an hour or so, my father suddenly tilted his head, his chest rose and fell less and less, and he completely stopped moving in a few breaths.

The mother finally couldn't suppress her crying, but his young heart didn't understand what was going on, but he vaguely felt that his father lying on the bed seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, and he was no longer in the same world.

At that time, the setting sun had just slowly set into the western mountains with the last rays of light. The sky gradually darkened, and then a little bit of stars appeared in the blue-black night sky, twinkling, bright and extinguished.

His mother was in tears in the house to freshen up and change his father's clothes, and he stood in the courtyard looking at the starry sky, at a loss, this was the first time he faced death.

Later, he asked his mother:

"Mother, will everyone die? Will you die too? Will I die like this in the future?"

"Yes, everyone dies, this is common sense in the world. ”

"Mother, I'm afraid, I don't want to die, I don't want to die. ”

"Silly boy, you are still so young, and it will be a long, long time before you die. ”

"But, after a long, long time, I'm still going to die. ”

"Alas, you are still young, and when you grow up and are sensible, you will not be afraid. ”

......

"Ahem, how about it, Xiaoyou is willing to step into the cultivation realm with the old man and seek to become an immortal?"

Wang Fugui habitually rubbed his hands and asked with a smile.

His thoughts were pulled back to reality, He Lingfeng was full of emotion, and he secretly thought about it in his heart.

Can I, He Lingfeng, really get rid of life and death and attain immortality?

If you are a mortal in this life, you will be a handful of loess after a hundred years. But if you let go and practice the Tao of immortals, although the future is uncertain, and the dangers are still unknown, there is a hope of immortality, even if in the end, there is no hope of cultivating the Tao and not growing and being born, it is nothing more than death.

Besides, how many mortals can have this opportunity like me, I'm afraid that if they want to cultivate immortals, they won't be able to enter...... It's a rare opportunity, so why not give it a try.

It's just that my mother is still sick, and I don't know if I can take my mother with me......

Forget it, let's ask first, if I can go with myself, it would be best, if not, then I will first do my filial piety for my mother and then go to the Immortal Sect to cultivate.

Thinking of this, He Lingfeng pressed down the surging thoughts, took a deep breath, and then said solemnly:

"Disciple, willing to ......"