The north wind is blowing, and the leaves are falling in winter. The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and on the ridges, many farmers are busy planting in winter.

The boy was holding the egg, tightening his sackcloth, and his face was red from the cold.

"I'm afraid of the cold..."

The boy was amazed, this feeling, he always felt, had not experienced for hundreds of years.

There is a red birch forest at the head of the village, and there is a grass house and a school in the forest.

In the middle of the school, in the squeaky old house, the sound of immature recitation was heard in the distance.

"At the beginning of the immortal, there is no sex, the road to the sky, the sea chart, the mana is wide, not admirable, the heart of the Tao is strong, and it can be noticed..."

Stopping outside the school, the boy did not push the door and walked quietly.

What the children in the school recited was the "Three-Character Immortal Sutra" that Mr. Xue held himself.

Use, but for the child's enlightenment, this scripture, the child has heard seven times, every month, the mother will let him send a basket of eggs, ask Mr. as a teacher, seven months, seven opportunities, he stood outside the school, almost the "three-character fairy scripture" all the scriptures memorized.

The boy asked himself, he was smart and aura, and he was never weak to other village children, but unfortunately, Mr. did not accept him.

"Why, Mr. won't admit me to the school?" the boy was puzzled, he vaguely felt that these things had something to do with what he had forgotten.

When Xiao Tong appeared outside the private school, in the dilapidated school, a child who was slightly younger than Xiao Tong was immediately excited.

"Mr. Zi, Brother Ning Fan has come to apprentice again, for the sake of his sincerity for seven months, this time, Mr. must accept him into the school!"

That child, named Ning Gu, was one of Ning Fan's few friends in Ning Village.

After he spoke, all the children stopped chanting and looked through the dilapidated window at Ning Fan standing outside the window.

Today is the seventh month, but it is his seventh day, and if he does not understand why he cannot enter the school today. He is not worthy to stay in this world..."

In the school, a purple-clothed gentleman smiled slightly.

This person's long hair is like a waterfall, his appearance is handsome, and above his eyebrows, there is a purple-gold stone flame mark.

"But Mr. Zi, Brother Ning Fan is really sincere..."

"He's different from you... Let him stand! As for you, read well..."

In Mr.'s hand, a purple-gold ring ruler was gently tapped on Ning Gu's head. With love and gentleness.

He didn't hit the child's palm hard, he never did.

There is no class in teaching, teaching by word and deed, and not moving to punish, which is also the reason why Mr. Zi is famous in the township.

It is rumored that the county officials outside the village have to bow down to Mr. Zi.

This man does not seek fame or profit, but listens to the disciples under his seat. Many of them are officials in Vietnam.

In the land of Yueguo, Confucianism flourished, and various schools such as Taoism, Moxue, military science, and law were also scholars.

And Mr. Purple's school. Is... Purple.

After Mr.'s soft lesson, Ning Gu touched his head, and under the embarrassed seat, the sound of chanting resounded in the school.

Ning Fan. Holding the egg, he stood outside the school, clenching his fists unwillingly.

"He's different from you... Let him stand!"

The words of the gentleman were recalled in my mind. Ning Fan gritted his teeth gently, this time, I am afraid that the apprenticeship will still fail...

But why, Mr. doesn't take himself... Why are you different from the children here?

...

On the Dao cliff, Meng Xuanzi looked at Ning Fan who was standing in the purple mist, and frowned secretly.

"Today is the seventh day, and countless great monks are at this step, stopping... I don't know if this son can cross this threshold... The old man's Taoist illusion back then was to get married, and this son seems to be studying... Studying, can he ask for one..."

...

Outside the private school, Ning Fan didn't know how long he had been standing.

He pondered repeatedly, the reason why Mr. Zi didn't accept himself seemed to be because he was different from others, but why was it different, what was the difference?

His gaze gradually revealed a hint of profundity that did not match his age.

When this deep color emerged, the young man in purple smiled slightly.

"This son, I'm beginning to realize..."

Different, where different ...

Dark clouds gradually appeared in the sky, and in the midst of the dark clouds, it began to rain coldly.

Ning Fan stood under the eaves, looking at the bead-like raindrops, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and after reaching a certain level, he gradually became clearer.

"Different... Yes, I'm naturally different from them... There is no one like the same, and there is no rain of the same... The main reason why each drop of rain is different is not that it has a different shape, but because their trajectories are different... Their trajectory is in Yue Guoning Village, reading and learning characters, gaining fame, and serving as an official, but my purpose should not be so... I asked for knowledge, but the purpose was not to be an official in the country of Vietnam... But I can't remember my purpose..."

In the seventh month, Ning Fan finally realized a little, Mr.

Mr. Purple looked at him, showed a satisfied smile, pushed the door out, did not take the egg, just smiled and patted Ning Fan's head.

"Take the eggs home and give your mother a tonic body... As for you, you have the qualification to enter the school, but before this qualification, there is still a test..."

"Test?" Ning Fan raised his face.

"Yes, the test... My mortal name is Sun, but you don't have to know that my immortal name is Zidou... They call me, Purple Dou Immortal Emperor..."

"Purple Dou Immortal Emperor!"

Ning Fan retreated step by step, and under this word, his memory, like a river that broke its embankment, woke up.

Yes, I asked in the illusion...

Yes, it's all a fantasy...

But the Mr. Purple in front of him is actually named Zidou and crowned as the Immortal Emperor!

I've been studying with the Immortal Emperor all along!

"Dare to ask the Immortal Emperor..."

"Call me sir..."

"Yes, dare to ask sir, are you real, are you illusory!" Ning Fan's eyes froze.

"I am neither real nor illusory, but beyond the true and the false, at the end of the holy path... Step 4: If you have a chance, you will know that at this moment, you only have one thing... Go home, filial piety to your mother, wait for you to make your mother live a comfortable life, only then can you be eligible to study, if you can't do filial piety, you are not worthy of being a person, if you are not a person, you can't climb that mountain, the achievement of immortality... Go for it..."

"Yes!"

Ning Fan bowed, carried the eggs, and returned in the rain.

The rain was born in the sky and died on the earth, but when it was about to approach his body, it changed its trajectory strangely.

Mr. Purple looked at Ning Fan, who was leaving in the rain, and nodded slightly.

"The heirs of the ancients. It's a man who can be made..."

...

Ning Fan walked through the rain curtain, and his heart gradually cleared.

In this Purple Mist Illusion, Yue Guoning Village, he should stay for seven months, and in the outside world, it is seven days.

In seven days, his mana has increased from 1015 to 1085 A, which is not demonic power. It's a mana boost...

"If you feel here for a month more, can you improve the mana of the first class..."

He was silent for a while, this Mr. Purple is the Purple Dou Immortal Emperor, a master who is difficult for true immortals to look up to, and a teacher of Chao Gu.

But Ning Fan couldn't see that this person was really false, because his realm was far from enough. I can't even tell if the other party is just a phantom conjured by the purple mist.

The only thing that can be seen is that this person is graceful and instructs himself. If you want to become an immortal, you must be a man first, and if you want to be a man, you must be filial piety first.

Filial piety. There is almost no mention of it in the cultivation world, and even if you enter the sect. Some sects will also erase the memories of their disciples, and even if they don't, they will make their disciples abandon their connection with mortal dust...

And the Immortal Emperor attaches more importance to the emotional heart than to cultivation, mana, qualifications, and enlightenment.

gave himself the opportunity to be filial to his mother...

"Mother..."

Ning Fan's heart warmed, ten steps of the bridge, he saw his mother's appearance, reincarnation bell, he saw the predecessor of the paper crane, asked the Dao Cliff, the Purple Dou Immortal Emperor gave himself the opportunity to make up for the regrets of mortal dust with his mother and the paper crane.

In this way, the pain of one's past life and the regrets of this life can be made up in this illusion.

In this way, one's heart, because there are fewer cracks, can be stronger.

"But that's really right..."

Ning Fan buried this idea deep in his heart.

Standing outside the bamboo fence, looking at the mother who was busy driving the chickens back to the chicken coop at home, she quietly pointed to the sky.

The rain stops!

"Huh? How can this rain be said to fall, and it will stop when it is stopped... Eh, Fan'er is back, this time to apprentice, can you..."

Ning Qian didn't ask, and her beautiful eyes sank under the sideburns that were wet with rain.

"Why did you bring the eggs back! You didn't go to apprenticeship, did you?"

"No, my husband has taken me in, but he thinks I'm young, so I learn to be a man at home first... This egg is also what Mr. asked me to take back. ”

"Are you the only one who is like this, and other children, who are also young, can go to the school?" Ning Qian said in surprise.

"Because, I'm different from them!" Ning Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of pride.

Eight years have passed.

In the past eight years, Ning Fan never mentioned studying, but was at home and helped with farming.

Do everything filial piety, do your best, and never let Ning Qian work.

He is not famous, he is not ostentatious, like an ordinary man, dormant in Ning Village.

At the age of 16, he was clearly thin and weak, but one person cultivated 100 acres of fertile land in the wasteland outside the village, and one person could cultivate 100 acres.

The family has sufficient resources, and Ning Qian gradually stopped working, and only in her spare time, she went out to have a family with her neighbor's wife.

Half a year is 96 months, and the outside world is 96 days.

In the 97th month, the rich man of Wu, the county seat, came to Ning Village with a matchmaker and asked the daughter of the carpenter Wang to marry!

The paper crane is 14 years old, slim and elegant, and has a small reputation in Ningcun and the surrounding counties.

Although the family is cold and will not be favored by the officials, there are quite a few rich people who want to accept them as concubines.

Among them, this Wu rich man is the highest, and his name is Wu Dongnan, and he spent money to donate Xiucai's background, and he is barely a scholarly family.

With this financial resources and family, marrying a paper crane as a concubine is really a beautiful thing, and even Carpenter Wang himself has no intention of refusing.

The paper crane hid in Ning Fan's house in a hurry, which made Ning Qian pity and sigh again.

"Aunt Qian, the paper crane should not marry the rich man Wu! The paper crane should marry Brother Fan!"

"Silly girl... That Wu Dongnan, his family has a big business, what's wrong, why don't you look down on him, but like this poor boy of my family..."

"Who said that Brother Fan is poor, he cultivates a hundred acres of fertile land, and he is also regarded as the rich man of Ning Village, I will marry him, rely on him for a lifetime, let him buy me delicious food and drink, how good!"

Dare to love in the consciousness of the paper crane, marrying Ning Fan is just an extra money bag...

It's just that Ning Qian knew that this stupid girl didn't fancy Ning Fan's little money at all, otherwise, why would there be a richer rich man Wu who didn't marry, regardless of the woman's name, and didn't leave the Ning family.

"Silly girl, you're crazy too... As for the rich man Wu, if this person is entangled and makes trouble, my aunt will find a way to deal with it. ”

"It doesn't have to be so much trouble..."

Outside the door, there was a figure of Ning Fan riding a bull. Holding a willow whip, his long hair is scattered, although he is wearing cloth clothes, he is like a fairy.

"Wu Dongnan, don't dare to make trouble in front of me, he, don't dare!"

"The paper crane is my wife, no one can snatch it!"

...

On the 97th day, Meng Xuanzi's eyes were unprecedentedly focused.

Back then, he was at the threshold of 97 days, and he was stopped from enlightenment.

This Ning Fan, can he break through the 97th and surpass himself!

And what puzzled Meng Xuanzi the most was the purple mist that shrouded Ning Fan's body, which was always glowing with purple and gold brilliance.

The purple gold light had a might, which made the dream Xuanzi of the Immortal Emperor rise up with the illusion of wanting to bow and worship.

"This purple mist, how powerful... What level of immortal power is this... Could it be, Immortal Emperor?"

Purple Dou Immortal Emperor!(To be continued......)