Fireworks in April are a good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

On a sunny day, the sky is blue, the white clouds are long, and between the green mountains on both sides, a flat boat gently ripples among the blue waves.

A young man in white stood on the bow of the boat, only to see that he was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with beautiful eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, a long sword tied to his left waist, a jade pendant on his right waist, and a fan in his hand.

But his expression was very lonely, his face was pale, looking at a wave of clear water, frowning, and sighing.

His name is Hua Zichen, and he is the third son of Huafu, the head of the Xianmen in Jiangdong.

"Young Master, don't worry. A person walked out of the cabin behind him, and when he looked back, it was his personal maid Hua Ying'er, a girl about sixteen years old.

I saw that she was wearing a red plain dress, and on her pink and handsome face, a pair of big watery eyes were looking at him with concern.

Hua Ying'er continued: "Although the Eight Great Immortal Sect generals jointly besiege my Jiangdong Huafu, my Huafu is not so easy to bully, and I will definitely be able to drive them away!"

"Hmm. Hua Zichen answered absentmindedly, and then turned his head to look at the river in front of him worriedly.

They are the head of the immortal gate in Jiangdong, and they have always been kind to the immortals, and they are also kind and charitable among the people. But for some reason, the eight strongest immortal gates that divided the world suddenly became enemies of Washington, and even said that they would jointly attack Washington.

But what he was worried about now was not only the catastrophe in Washington, but also ······ Hua Zichen couldn't help but caress his heart, and after feeling the thumping beat, the hatred couldn't help but arise, and he clenched it tightly, eager to cut that heart apart.

Hua Ying'er silently looked at this young man who had gotten along with him since he was a child and was like a brother and sister, but suddenly found that after three years of not seeing him, Hua Zichen had grown a lot taller, and couldn't help but be surprised, and then asked: "Young master, you studied art under the Kunlun sect three years ago, how have you been doing in the past three years?"

"It's fine. Hua Zichen replied with this in his mouth, but he frowned, but secretly remembered the experience of fighting with the "Kunlun Zhenzi Gang" composed of evil youths in the door in the past three years······

Hua Ying'er didn't notice Hua Zichen's abnormality, but continued to ask: "Then, how many immortal arts have you learned from He Xuanji, the head of Kunlun, as your teacher?"

"I have learned almost all the water system immortal techniques in Kunlun. Hua Zichen said this, but his expression was complicated, and in a wave of river water, it suddenly reflected the three years of glory and pain.

"Young Master, you are awesome, you are worthy of the pride of our Washington and Jiangdong!" Hua Ying'er exclaimed excitedly, really happy for him.

Hua Zichen has been known as a rare immortal cultivator in Jiangdong since he was a child. At the age of three, he began to learn immortal arts, and at the age of fifteen, he became a leader in the Jiangdong immortal world, and became famous in the immortal world.

Later, because Washington was not good at water wheel immortal arts, Hua Zichen had to learn from foreign teachers.

When the immortal sects in the world heard this, almost all of them sent important people to rob the disciples, among which the eight immortal sects naturally had the most confidence. He Xuanji, the head of Kunlun in the Eight Great Immortal Sects, has always been good friends with his father, and vowed to do his best to teach Hua Zichen to become a great talent, so Hua Zichen worships under the Kunlun faction.

"How is your Immortal Rank now?" Hua Ying'er continued to ask.

Hua Zichen looked at Jiang Shui, and suddenly, he showed that in the Kunlun "Immortal Martial Conference", he overwhelmed all the brothers and sisters of the same class, including the scene where he usually flaunted his martial arts and bullied his son He Feihe.

Then he said lightly: "Fifth Stage, True Yuan Immortal." ”

"Ahh

It is necessary to know that the road of cultivating immortals is extremely difficult, and the immortals are divided into ten sections, of which one to three are the first true immortals, each section needs to be cultivated for about five years; the fourth to seventh stages are the true yuan immortals, each section needs to be cultivated for seven to eight years; the upper eight to nine sections are the Daluo immortals, and there are very few people who have practiced to this realm; and the final ten sections are the heavenly gods and immortals, although there is no one in the world so far, but according to legend, the practice to the end of this can be ranked in the immortal class.

And Hua Zichen can reach the cultivation of ordinary people for about thirty years at such an age, and he is really a genius.

"Young Master, you are really amazing!" Hua Ying'er's excited face flushed a little, and then looked at the sword on Hua Zichen's left waist and said, "I heard that the Kunlun faction will issue a 'Kunlun Sword' to immortals who have reached the True Yuan as a reward. Come, let me see your 'Kunlun Sword'. ”

But Hua Zichen just stood on the bow of the boat, and another scene appeared in the river in front of him: after the Xianwu Conference, He Fei, who was embarrassed and angry, led the "Kunlun Second Generation Gang" to chase and kill him, and he accidentally entered the forbidden land of Kunlun Houshan under the pursuit of many bad people······

Seeing that he didn't react, Hua Ying'er said, "Show me." Then, he stepped forward and picked up the sword under Hua Zichen's left waist and took a closer look.

I saw that the surface of the sword's sword box was a piece of wood, only slightly decorated with some patterns, and I couldn't help but wonder: "Why is the Kunlun Sword so ordinary." ”

"This is not a Kunlun sword, it's just an ordinary sword. ”

"Then, how could you not have the Kunlun Sword, aren't you already a True Yuan Immortal, or a fifth rank?"

After being silent for a long time, Hua Zichen said slowly: "I have been expelled from the division. ”

"What, how is it possible?!" Hua Ying'er was extremely surprised, what she was in front of was a rare immortal cultivation wizard in Jiangdong for a hundred years, a genius who was once robbed by the world's immortal sects, and a person who was already a fifth-stage true yuan immortal at the age of eighteen, what kind of unforgivable sin did he commit before he was swept away by the master?

But Hua Zichen's mind only vaguely recalled the scene when he was possessed by a soul in the cave of the back mountain, and he went berserk, and then went on a killing spree.

After he regained his consciousness, under the pressure of the elders of the Kunlun faction, Hua Zichen confessed that he was possessed by an unknown soul and his body and mind were controlled, but he was reprimanded by the elders of the Kunlun faction and his own master, as "an excuse to escape the crime of killing his fellow disciples!"

Then, after three consecutive days and hundreds of tortures, the elders still did not ask for other reasons, so they expelled him from the Kunlun faction in a fit of rage.

However, on the day he was expelled from the Kunlun Sect, the 3,000 disciples in the sect went out and lined up the Kunlun Mountain Road, but they did not see him off.

Instead, every time he walked down a stone staircase, along the way, he would meet his former classmates and scold him: "Kill the scum of the same door!" and then glare, stones, and foam······

Coming down a few miles from Kunlun Mountain, but it is a shame for several miles, Hua Zichen is in pain every step he takes, and when he goes down the mountain, he is already physically and mentally injured!

Now, three months later, I am still haggard, and my heart often aches, and the author of all this is ······

Suddenly, his heart beat sharply, and he squatted down in pain.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Hua Ying'er hurriedly leaned down to check, but saw that Hua Zichen's eyebrows were already closed in pain, and his face was pale.

"You don't matter, don't you?" The white-bearded man in the stern of the boat, wearing a hat and a robe, also straightened up and looked over the canopy.

Hua Zichen's mind was sober at this time, but he was unaware of the things in the world, but his mind gradually sank in his heart.

Soon, a large area of darkness appeared under the mind, like an endless abyss. And in the abyss, a strange and terrifying figure surged in the darkness, and then slowly rose, unable to see the shape, only a pair of sharp claws stretched out, grasping at him.

"Get out of here, don't pester me!" Hua Zichen's mind shouted at the black shadow in horror, and the black shadow suddenly stopped, and then smiled gloomily and said, "You will need me." ”

With that, the black shadow slowly sank, sinking into the endless dark abyss again.

"Young master, young master, what's wrong with you?" Hua Ying'er's cry sounded in her ears, and her body was shaken.

"Alright, alright, I'm fine. Hua Zichen grabbed Hua Ying'er and shook her little hand and said, but her brain was still swollen and painful.

Hua Ying'er said with a sad face: "What happened to you just now, scared me to death!"

"I, I'm fine. Just turning his head and thinking back to Fang Cai, Hua Zichen's eyes showed horror, and he thought in his heart: Why is it sober more and more often!?