Yang Yiting was wearing a white undershirt on his upper body and a pair of seemingly "worn-out" jeans on his lower body, walking on a fashion street in New York in a simple and casual manner.

With a book in his hand and light steps, he was hurrying to his residence.

The people walking on the road are all blonde and blue-eyed Americans, Yang Yiting studied here, he likes to play basketball, and he plays very well, because he has the advantage and is very tall.

His parents are rich businessmen, the family is very rich, he is a rich second generation, and he looks like a male god, many people like him since he was a child, and he is tied to him, especially when he was in college, many girls pursued him, he is not an ordinary flower, there is a kind of wildness in his bones, which is completely different from his name, single-minded. However, everything that seemed beautiful since he was a child, when he arrived in New York, it became different, there were too many excellent people.

All of a sudden, he felt so ordinary.

When he came to the residence, he galloped to his room, and the neighbors were either noisy or musical, and he was used to it every time.

"Son, you're too noisy, I said a long time ago to let you change to a quiet place, so as not to delay your studies. "There was a rather stern voice from my mother on the phone.

"Mom, I know, but I'm used to it, so forget it, I can do it. Yang Yiting replied.

"This kind of thing can be done, son, you have changed ......"

"Mom, I'll hang up if it's okay, bye!"

He hung up the phone, but the phone rang again, and he didn't answer, but read the book seriously.

He read a book and nibbled on bread, but he didn't notice that a spider with a flower on the bread had been swallowed by him, and then he found that his vision was blurred, his hands and feet were stiff, and when he looked in the mirror, his lips turned jet black, and his face was as pale as iron!

"I'm going to die!" he said to himself.

He stiffened his way to the door.

In the end, he lost his breath and failed to open the door to find someone to save him.

......

"Yang Hanting! Yang Hanting! Wake up! Your master is here!" I feel that someone is constantly pushing myself and talking to myself, it is a woman.

"Who is Yang Hanting? My name is Yang Yiting!" Yang Yiting, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes and vaguely saw a very beautiful woman in white talking to herself, she was looking at herself, but her dress was too strange, like an actress acting, acting in a costume drama? Even she was dressed in ancient costume, did she cross over?

"Girl, you are ......"

"I'm a cicada, villain, what are you doing?"

"What's the matter, it's just, girl, I don't know what your name is, how old you are, why do you call me Yang Hanting? I remember, I have a game character named Yang Hanting, how do you know?" Yang Yiting said.

"Yang Hanting, when is it, and are you still in the mood to joke?" Mo Chan said angrily.

Yang Hanting was at a loss for a while, watching her bring a pile of dry firewood and cover it on herself, it turned out that her leg was injured and she couldn't walk.

"Mocicada, your name is so nice, it's the same as yours...... Why are you hiding me?" Yang Hanting asked strangely.

"Your master is coming, Linxi, aren't you afraid?" Mo Chan said mysteriously, she had already hidden Yang Hanting tightly, and she had also burrowed into the firewood cave.

"Linxi, this name is so good!" After speaking, he secretly glanced at the anxious and frightened appearance of the ink cicada, a little unfamiliar, but very good-looking, he asked lightly: "Hey, can you tell me, who is Linxi, why are you so afraid of him?" After speaking, he smiled slightly.

"Linxi, Linxi, have you forgotten? He's your master, you can't be amnesia, are you? He's here. Mo Chan made another "shhhh

"Huh?" Yang Hanting looked into the distance, only to see a group of men in white floating in, wanting to speak, but his mouth was already covered by the ink cicada.

They walked in front of them and looked around, Yang Hanting saw that they were led by a handsome man, who was dressed differently from the others, he was Linxi, their leader.

Because he traveled to the Zhou Dynasty, this person was called Yang Hanting, so his memory Yang Yiting was there.

Linxi is extraordinary, and the beauty is turned upside down!

Seeing Linxi's eyebrows tightly locked, looking around, Yang Hanting found that not only Linxi was dignified, but even the other men in white were all handsome, and none of them were ugly.

Yang Hanting couldn't help but gasp!

In the end, they did not find anyone and moved elsewhere to look for it.

As soon as they left, it became very quiet here, only Mo Chan and Yang Hanting remained, Yang Hanting secretly looked at Mo Chan, and saw that she was finally relieved, and for some reason, he was also relieved.

It turned out that these people were disciples of a sect, and Linxi was their head.

"I'm also Linxi's apprentice? He himself is in the wind, and his disciples are so dignified, all of them are handsome. Yang Hanting said.

"That is, otherwise, how would the Qin Pavilion be based in the immortal realm?" Mo Cicada said.

Yang Hanting wiped his sweat and said in his heart: "Are you too deep in the play? ”

"What?"

"It's nothing, it's wrong, we can go, I still have to go to class!" Yang Hanting said casually.

"Class, do you dare to go back to class?

"Although I'm sick, I still have to go to class, girl, I don't have time to accompany you. He said that he was leaving, but his feet were crooked, and he sat down again, and he said, "Oops".

He remembered that this ink cicada was "his own" girlfriend.

Mo Cicada took out the medicine and helped him apply it to the wound.

"Don't go back, your master won't spare you. Mo Cicada said as he applied the medicine.

"I'm not afraid of him, go, accompany me to the Qin Pavilion. ”

"Don't move! ”

Yang Hanting suddenly found that this ink cicada was really charming and beautiful, which made him feel a heartbeat.

On a steep cliff, there is a group of immortals, hidden in a faint mist, which has the feeling of a fairy villa.

"This is the Qin Pavilion!" said the two in unison.

A person behind him said, "Do you still know that this is the Qin Pavilion?

Mo Chan hurriedly tugged at Yang Hanting's sleeve and told him to kneel.

Yang Hanting glanced at Linxi, and saw that his handsome and unusual face had added a bit of anger, but it was still so good-looking, and he looked full of fairy spirit.

Linxi, the tenth generation head of the Qin Pavilion, one hundred and fifty years old, is considered very young, it is said that some of the other deceased heads lived to be a thousand years old, and they are all beautiful men at the top.

The status of Qin Pavilion in the fairy world is very high, and their founding ancestor Skeleton Immortal, that is, Qiao Lian, is very favored by the gods, so it implicates Qin Pavilion in the fairy world and has a very high status.

Linxi was dressed in white with a fairy spirit and held a long sword in his hand, and angrily faced Yang Hanting. His long face, white as paper, was only slightly flushed, his eyes were powerful, he looked at Yang Hanting angrily, and said: "Apprentice, what have I taught you again and again, to be a clean person and love yourself, you have repeatedly violated the door rules, you deserve to be slapped by me today, do you say yes or no?"

He was dressed in a long robe and his long hair fluttering in the wind, like a fairy in a painting, and his ten fingers were white and powerful, holding the hilt of the sword, waiting for Yang Hanting to answer.

"It's just a ...... to know your mistakes," Yang Hanting wanted to say that he had forgotten everything.

"Follow the teacher!" Linxi's tone was very stern.

Led by Linxi, dozens of disciples behind him followed him towards the suspension bridge leading to the Qin Pavilion, the suspension bridge was built in the air, shaky, and Yang Hanting was a little afraid to go.