Qin Xiaotian kept moving forward, silently reciting what his mother told him when he was about to leave the house, "Son, you are almost sixteen, and you will be married in a few years." ”

I think that at the beginning, when I was your age, your father had already asked a matchmaker to go to my house to propose.

Thinking of the sad place, Qin Xiaotian burst into tears. Now that I'm in a different place, what's the use of thinking about these sad things? The winds of the O'Mali Empire seem to be more terrifying than the winds in Qin Xiaotian's house. He vaguely remembered that since he was a child, the village has always been very harmonious, and there are no natural disasters, perhaps because it is too harmonious and calm, so most of the men in the village have extremely poor defense capabilities, so that their survival ability is greatly threatened, and it also includes the invasion of some foreign forces and the attacks of live birds and beasts.

When he was ten years old, Qin Xiaotian's village was hit by a disaster that had not been seen in a century. His father was beaten to death in front of his eyes by foreign villagers.

At that time, the shadow of hatred was filled in the depths of Qin Xiaotian's young heart, but he was still young, he didn't have any martial arts, and he couldn't beat others.

One day, Qin Xiaotian was clever and said to his mother: "Why are we all mortals, can't we be as disaster-free as the gods?"

His mother pursed her lips and smiled, "Silly boy, it's not that there are no gods in this world, it's just that we haven't discovered it." ”

We come to this earthly world, destined to endure torture and failure, and only grow strong in the face of adversity, these are the fate of mortals. Mortals who go against the heavens will be punished by the heavens.

Thinking of this, Qin Xiaotian felt faintly uncomfortable, but since he left home, he missed his elderly mother, but only in a dream...

He thought that in this wilderness, there was not even a single figure. Standing on a high place and looking out, seeing the tall buildings of the O'Mali Empire from a distance, a glance from a high place, a few days under his feet, this is no different from a high eye and a low hand, this is what his mother once said to him.

Subconsciously, he thought that he ran out of the room of the Wind Demon Relic Clan, he was once a generation of Jianghu heroes, and after his transformation, he brought infinite confusion, this must be the bureau set up by the patriarch of the Wind Demon Relic Clan. At this moment, Qin Xiaotian, he wanted to run back to the Wind Demon Relic Clan to reason and find the disgusting patriarch Bai He, but the previous Qin Xiaotian completely transformed into a down-and-out immortal cultivator.

In the past, foreigners hurt his family, which also made Qin Xiaotian's character begin to become stubborn, and the dignity that existed in his weak heart was not attacked and harmed.

Qin Xiaotian looked at the bright sky in a daze, and saw the bright and dazzling sunlight, and he thought that God had played a joke on him that he shouldn't have played. In his heart, there is only a small invisible little request, that is, when he is hungry, there is an auspicious purple gas in the sky, and there is a kind and kind fairy standing on it, whether it is a man or a woman, but he still likes female fairies, because when he was a child, his mother always told him the story of the cowherd and the weaver girl, although it is a well-known myth and legend, and full of tragedy, at the age when his love was beginning to bloom, of course, he has a strong interest in the female fairy.

Qin Xiaotian looked at the tall besieged city of the O'Mali Empire that seemed to be close in front of him, interspersed with undulating peaks and seas, and under the bright sunlight, he felt that the O'Mali Empire was extremely sacred.

"Shangxian, where are you!" As Qin Xiaotian, who was feeling hungry, tired and hungry, coupled with the thirst in his throat, he couldn't speak, and simply sat on the ground.

This is what his mother used to say to him when he was a child, if a person prays sincerely: "Heaven will give him what he wants!"

He simply fetched some leaves, spread them on the soft, somewhat wet ground, and knelt on them. This was done for fear of staining his robe, and he still had an old robe in his bag that he was reluctant to wear, and he planned to wear it after finding the immortal.

"Immortal manifestation, come and save me!" Qin Xiaotian, who was kneeling on the ground, two wriggling little lips were reading wildly.

Nian was tired and sat down to rest for a while, but he was afraid that the immortals were deliberately testing him, so he didn't dare to be lazy. He always believed that this was an important hinterland of the O'Mali Empire, and all the immortal cultivators basically gathered here.

"There must be a superb immortal master here. Qin Xiaotian said resolutely.

This naïve thought did not ignite the good wishes in his heart, but collapsed in an instant like an earthen wall of ruins, and slowly turned into despair...

At this moment, a white cloud with a flickering light floated in the sky, and a middle-aged man holding a rosary stood on it. In the wind, a voice broke through the sky, as if it was very angry, and shouted: "Who is shouting here, do you know that this is a holy place!"

Qin Xiaotian hurriedly knelt on the ground again, and shook his hands: "Shangxian, it's me!"

The middle-aged man on the white cloud glanced at Qin Xiaotian a few times, slowly descended, and landed in front of him.

Qin Xiaotian saw that the flowing white clouds were like parachutes, and he was overjoyed and asked, "Uncle Shangxian, you are here in the clouds, you must be the person I am looking for." ”

The middle-aged man disagreed, and raised his sword eyebrows coldly, "Who is the person you are looking for?

I see that someone is making a noise here and disturbing our holy place, and I am here to expel you, and you can go as far as you want, otherwise, you will be unkind to you.

Qin Xiaotian couldn't have imagined that the words of a middle-aged man who seemed to be an immortal were so vicious, there was almost no room for negotiation. From his eyes, there was a terrifying aura.

"Immortal Master, please take me as an apprentice!" Qin Xiaotian changed his title and requested.

"Why should I take you as an apprentice?" can you do for me, tell me, if the whim comes, maybe I will take you in.

Qin Xiaotian cheered up and said casually, I can carry water, cook, light fire, chop wood, and just love to sleep. As soon as he spoke, the middle-aged man's face was slightly gloomy, and he replied without raising his eyelids: "You like to sleep, I'm not raising pigs anymore." "Fattened and then killed, there is pork to eat, I'm leaving, please do it yourself!

Seeing that he was leaving, Qin Xiaotian chased after him and grabbed his robe, and begged: "Immortal Master, you have mercy on me, I haven't eaten for a few days." ”

By the way, I forgot to tell you. I used to be a martial arts master, and the highest honor was to sit on the throne of the Moon Palace Palace Palace, but...

"But what is it?" the middle-aged man asked, turning around with interest.

Qin Xiaotian was embarrassed, spitting and spitting, unable to speak for a long time, and finally, he mustered up the courage to say: "In order to cultivate immortals and become enlightened, I successfully transformed into the Wind Demon Relic Clan. At this moment, a smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, but Qin Xiaotian couldn't tell whether he was laughing or willing to accept him, looming, looking a little mysterious.

"Your courage is commendable. The middle-aged man praised him for the first time.

As he spoke, he gave Qin Xiaotian a satisfied look, took his hand, and stepped on the white clouds that happened to flow in front of them, and the wind flew towards the clouds.