The ancient Yellow River at night is quiet, far away from the daytime laughter and play, gusts of cool breeze blowing across the water, the reflection of the moon in the water is shattered, there is a teenager standing on the shore, the light beige robe makes a 'rustling' sound under the cool breeze, he holds a broken iron sword in his hand, his eyes stare at the water for a long time, the whole body exudes a resolute and strong atmosphere, it has been a month since the last confession failed, this month, Ma Zhufan will come to the ancient Yellow River every night.

In the past month, he has become much stronger, he has never mentioned that incident to anyone, maybe he has forgotten it, maybe he has buried it deep in his heart, let time dilute it, he has become much more relaxed, and there is a lot more smile on his face.

"Why, every time I hold the broken iron sword, I always feel a little hot in my body, I feel that I was an immortal who went to the sky and the sea, and I feel an illusion that I look down on the world. Ma Zhufan carefully looked at the short, light, rusty iron sword.

"Maybe I'm thinking about it!" he shook his head helplessly.

The moonlight is bright, the shadows of the trees are swaying, the water is sparkling, Ma Zhufan looked at the stars in the sky, and gradually fell into contemplation: "The book says that a thousand people and one immortal, which means a thousand people, only one person has the qualification to cultivate immortals, and the world of cultivating immortals is very cruel, and it is rumored that immortals are precarious, so people who cultivate immortals are all great wisdom and perseverance, I am just a mortal, and I don't know if I have the potential to cultivate immortals. ”

Ma Zhufan grabbed the iron sword in his hand hard, raised his head, and let out a heart-rending roar at the night sky: "Why cultivate immortals, why cultivate immortals······?" This is not only a question of God, but also a question of one's own heart, and the first level that immortal cultivators pass is 'asking the heart'.

If you want to cultivate immortals, you must have the determination to give up everything, cultivating immortals is my ideal and ambition all along, it is the pursuit of my soul, cultivating immortals is the way for me to become stronger, I want to become stronger, I can't forget Wang Xueyao's contemptuous eyes, I don't want to be despised in this life, only by becoming stronger can I protect my own bonds, this is my obsession with cultivating immortals. "Ma Zhufan's generous and heroic 'conscience' hovered in the night sky, and he made the decision to cultivate immortals.

"Ever since I was a child, I have always felt that the shape of this aquatic plant is a bit strange, and when I just pondered it, it felt like a person practicing swords. Ma Zhufan stared at the aquatic plants, thinking about it, his body involuntarily learned the appearance of the aquatic plants, and the sword in his hand also moved.

Three months later, on the bank of the ancient Yellow River, the river was gurgling, the wind was blowing happily, only to see a figure in the moonlight, dancing and practicing swords, the swordsmanship was like a snake for a while, like a wolf for a while, the figure was like a drunk man for a while, and a moment like a rickety old man, very strange, very funny, that figure was Ma Zhufan.

"I've been practicing this swordsmanship for three months, and I'm generally proficient in it, but it's so ugly! one moment like a drunk, the other like a hunchbacked old man. He said helplessly.

Now the country of Wuyu has arrived in October, autumn has come, everything has begun to wither, the autumn wind is bleak, and the dead leaves are flying.

The morning sun shines on a thatched hut, giving a warm feeling, and the family of five sits on a somewhat shabby table, eating breakfast.

"Dad, mother, I don't want to practice anymore, I want to cultivate immortals!" Ma Zhufan looked at his father and mother nervously.

"Bang" his father put down the bowl vigorously.

"Cultivating immortals, you don't want to live anymore, do you? You go to inquire about a few immortal cultivators in our county, and now you can't even find the corpse, you give me a stable merit test, if you dare to go, it's not my son!" his father stood up and his face flushed with anger.

"Zhu Fan, listen to your father, cultivating immortals is equivalent to a dead end. His mother also hurriedly dissuaded him.

"Brother, cultivating immortals is so dangerous! we just need you to be safe!" his two sisters also came to persuade him.

"I know that cultivating immortals is a difficult road, but that is my dream all along, I want to cultivate immortals. He looked at his family with determined eyes.

"You ······" His father couldn't say a word angrily, and in a fit of anger, he left the house, and his mother hurriedly chased him out.

"Brother, have you really decided to cultivate immortals?" Ma Zhulan asked nervously with her big eyes, and Ma Zhufan nodded firmly.

"You stinky boy, your second sister and I have long guessed that you will take this road, when I was a child, I often yelled that I wanted to be an immortal, and I have secretly gone out with a broken iron sword every night in the past few months, you have hidden it from your father and mother, but you can't hide it from us" Ma Zhubi pointed at Ma Zhufan with slender fingers, and looked at him with dissatisfied.

"Eldest sister, with your fierce character, besides me, I think there is another boy who can stand you. ”

Ma Zhubi touched her beautiful face and showed off: "Hmph, your eldest sister and I are as beautiful as a flower, those stinky men are lining up to chase me, you know a fart." ”

"Brother, when are you leaving?" asked Ma Zhulan

Ma Zhufan thought for a while: "I will leave in three days, and a month later, it will be the day when the Wuyu Country Immortal Realm recruits disciples." ”

The days passed so fast, three days passed in a blink of an eye, the autumn wind in the early morning seemed very biting, there were few pedestrians on the road, the dead leaves were all over the ground, there were a few dead leaves swirling with the wind, the trees were bare, a bleak and cool, a teenager stood in the autumn wind in a folded light beige robe, there was a burden on his back, and there were two girls in front of him.

Ma Zhulan held his brother's hand tightly, and her big eyes were full of tears: "Brother, this long journey, I don't know what year and month you are, if you can go home once, you must take good care of yourself." ”

Ma Zhubi kept wiping her tears with her hands: "Brother, if anyone dares to bully, you must not swallow your anger, let him know that our surname is Ma." ”

"Well, the words of the two sisters, I will remember them for the rest of my life. Ma Zhufan was reluctant to look at his sister who had been caring for him since he was a child.

"Dad is angry with you, my mother is comforting him, this is the twenty silver coins that my mother gave you as a coil, brother, you must cultivate into an immortal in the future, show your father and mother, your decision is right." Ma Zhulan looked at him with encouraging eyes.

"Well, I will do it, eldest sister, second sister, I am gone, my father and mother will be handed over to you in the future, let my father drink less wine in the future; my mother is not in good health, let her do less heavy things; eldest sister, you should be gentle in the future, and if you are so fierce, I am afraid that no boy will dare to ask you; second sister, you are the most uneasy for me, you are weak, timid and timid, I am really afraid of being bullied in the future." Ma Zhufan said as he spoke, tears flowed down unconsciously, and he couldn't say the last word.

The autumn wind whistled the fallen leaves on the ground, and the fallen leaves turned around mischievously, and the figure of the young man gradually disappeared in the autumn wind, but the sobbing of the two girls behind him did not stop.