Standing at the foot of a majestic mountain, Yang Er was shocked because he saw that there were people flying, and there were quite a few of them.

"Didn't I wake up?"

He raised his hand and tried to rub his eyes, but to his horror, his arms had changed, his skin color was not right, and his clothes were not the same as before.

He hurried back to the house and reflected himself in the basin. What appeared in the basin was a childish and delicate face, looking fourteen or fifteen years old, full of vitality.

Yang Er's heart was very confused, because this face was very familiar to him, and it was clearly what he looked like when he was a child. He was originally an orphan on the earth, he grew up hard, he was almost thirty years old and had achieved nothing, barely had enough food and clothing, and naturally did not have a family. It's just that he can't figure it out, he just slept for a while, how can it all change?

"Are you awake?"

The sudden sound made Yang Er startled, and he hurriedly turned around and found that a middle-aged man appeared in the room at some point, dressed as a Taoist priest.

"Who are you? Where is this?"

The Taoist priest said calmly: "This is Xuantian Sect, and I am Lu Yuan, the head of Xuantian Sect." ”

"Who am I, and how am I here?"

"You don't remember?"

Lu Yuan frowned, looked at Yang Er suspiciously, and then stretched out his hand to point, and a purple qi shot out from his finger and drilled into Yang Er's forehead.

"What is this?"

Yang Er covered his forehead in panic, but he didn't feel anything, as if the appearance of purple qi was an illusion.

"Strange!" Lu Yuan circled around Yang Er twice, but he didn't see anything wrong, and finally sighed: "That's it, since you can't remember, let's stay in Xuantian Sect first!"

The door opened automatically without wind, and Lu Yuan was not surprised, and raised his feet and walked out.

Yang Er hurriedly caught up: "Why am I here?"

Lu Yuan didn't stop: "I don't know very well! You were brought back by a Supreme Elder of my Xuantian Sect, and his old man was seriously injured, and he went to heal after handing you over to me." ”

"And when will he be okay?"

"It's hard to say! His injuries are so serious that it is still unknown whether he can be cured. Don't worry, when he recovers, I will tell him and arrange for you to meet. ”

Yang Er smiled bitterly: "So, I can only wait here?"

"Otherwise, you don't remember who you are, and you naturally have nowhere to go, don't you? It's a coincidence that this sect has just recruited a new batch of disciples, and you can just join in. ”

"Call me Yang Er, Shunkou!"

Lu Yuan smiled noncommittally: "Whatever you want, the name is just a code name!"

Lu Yuan took Yang Er and walked forward towards the mountain, until he came to a wooden building complex.

"I've seen the master!"

The pedestrians on the road saluted Lu Yuan respectfully, and they were also very curious about Yang Er, who was following Lu Yuan.

"Where's the steward?" Lu Yuan asked.

"Disciple is here!"

A young man in his twenties hurriedly arrived, and one step out, a distance of tens of meters.

Seeing all this in front of him, Yang Er somewhat understood that he must have crossed over, and he was wearing a world that could cultivate, but his memory was lost for a period of time in the middle, and he couldn't remember it.

Lu Yuan pointed at Yang Er and said to the steward: "This is Yang Er, you put him among the new disciples this time and teach him to practice." ”

"Disciple obeys!"

After explaining Yang Er's affairs, Lu Yuan turned into a purple gas, flew to the top of the mountain, and passed away in the blink of an eye.

"My name is He Xiu, and I am the steward who manages the outer disciples. ”

He Xiu was very enthusiastic and curious, and after dispersing the crowd of onlookers, he took Yang Er and walked inside.

"Hello, I'm Yang Er!"

Yang Er is very reserved because he doesn't know how to get along with the people of this world.

He Xiu seemed to see it, and didn't mind, but introduced: "Call me Senior Brother! The disciples of our Xuantian Sect are divided into outer disciples, inner disciples, and true disciples who can apprentice to the master. Before the True Transmission, they could only cultivate by themselves, and only at the beginning of each month would an elder give a lecture on the Fa and get guidance. ”

"Am I an outer disciple?" Yang Er asked.

"That's right! Cultivation is divided into nine realms: Qi Training, Foundation Building, Jindan, Yuan Infant, Transformation of Gods, Integration, Dacheng, Tribulation, and Ascension. It is said that ascension is to become an immortal, but it is difficult to see even the gods in the entire cultivation world, let alone become an immortal. ”

"Why?"

"How do I know? I'm just a foundation-building monk, and it's hopeless to connect with Dan, otherwise I wouldn't have come to be in charge. ”

chatting all the way, He Xiu introduced a lot of common sense of cultivation, which made Yang Er listen to it with relish and emotion. Of course, he had heard about Xiuzhen from Earth, but his personal experience was another matter, and he had to be cautious.

He Xiu took Yang Er to a small courtyard, registered his identity, arranged a place to live, and distributed clothes.

"Because you haven't breathed into your body yet, only clothes can be picked up. When you draw qi into your body, you can come to me, and I will take you to collect the magic weapon, and then you will be a real monk. ”

"How do I get my breath into my body?"

Looking at the two sets of standard long clothes in his hand, Yang Er was very entangled, because he didn't know how to wear them. However, he didn't ask, after all, it was just a small matter, and he would know what to do after a little research.

"When the body is strengthened to a certain extent, you can sense the aura that exists between heaven and earth, and then you will guide the aura to the dantian to remain, even if the qi into the body is successful. As for the cultivation of external skills, every morning at sunrise, I will practice boxing in the martial arts arena in the east, and you can all come and practice with me when the time comes, and you will naturally learn it after a long time. ”

"Thank you for your advice!"

Respectfully sending He Xiu away, Yang Er shook his head helplessly.

He knew that he was a fox and a fake tiger. I just don't know, when He Xiu knows that he has nothing to do with Lu Yuan, will he turn his face?

It can be seen from He Xiu's unceremonious reprimand of other outer disciples that this He Xiu is not a person who is kind to others, and the reason why he is enthusiastic about Yang Er is probably because he thinks that Yang Er has an extraordinary relationship with Lu Yuan, the head of the sect.

After He Xiu left, some outer disciples who were watching from afar quickly approached and surrounded Yang Er with a curious expression.

"What is the name of Senior Brother, and what is the relationship between him and the Teacher?"

Facing the classmates who will study together in the future, Yang Er said honestly: "My name is Yang Er, and I have nothing to do with teaching. ”

"Cut!"

A group of people were very dismissive and obviously unconvinced. Coach Lu Yuan is a big man in the infancy of the Yuan, if it doesn't matter, how can he personally send a newcomer who hasn't even completed the introduction of qi into the body to report?

Someone said suspiciously: "I heard that the son of the sect leader is also among this group of new disciples, can't it be you?"

As soon as these words came out, a group of people immediately became a spirit, and their eyes looked at Yang Er with fear.

Yang Er couldn't cry or laugh, and hurriedly explained: "It's really not me! I'm just having amnesia and can't remember what happened before, so I'm temporarily placed here by the head of the sect." ”