Lingyun Palace's cabinet

"Wow wow~" A rapid cry gradually sounded in this small room.

"Childe, the little boy has been born, it seems to be a boy!" The midwife had a smile on her face, and her hands trembled with excitement.

At this moment, a middle-aged man paced into the room. He was dressed in a silver-white robe, his eyes were as deep as two ancient wells, his light blue hair was draped behind his shoulders, his body was slender, and his body was straight, giving people a sense of majesty. This man's name is Su Hua, the hall master of the Wind Sword Hall of Lingyun Pavilion.

Su Hua looked at the baby, his face was full of shame, he sighed lightly, and muttered: "It is a miracle that my precious son can survive, be satisfied!" But he can only be a mortal in this life, poor child, you should not be born in a family of cultivating immortals!" He looked sad and weak as a woman.

Two months ago, he and his wife were walking in the back mountain, and suddenly, a streamer of unknown origin rushed into the body of his wife Yang Zixue.

Yang Zixue, the mother lying on the bed, touched the baby's pale little face, her beautiful face looked very haggard, and she said softly to Su Hua: "Give our son a name." ”

Su Hua whispered: "Well, let's call him Su Yang, may he be able to ride the wind and waves and overcome the setbacks on the road ahead!" Su Yang seemed to hear something, stopped crying, quieted down, and looked particularly cute. The husband and wife gave each other a look and left the room.

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Day after day, the baby has grown into a teenager. It's just that the vitality that should be in the young body can't be found in him, and the teenager often goes alone and has no half friends.

Strangely, Su Yang often has a dream. In the dream, there was only a broken sword! Although it was rusty, it could not hide its peerless edge, and the sword exuded a strong aura of swordsmanship. But whenever Su Yang stretched out his hands to hold the sword, he would always be awakened by the sword qi from the dream.

early morning

Su Yang walked on the neighborhood, this street is called Kowloon Street, the reason is that there have been nine incredible characters on this street, and now they don't know where they are, and they are called immortals by the locals.

There were two voices in the crowd.

"Tsk, isn't this that little piece of waste?" said a passerby.

"Isn't it, I don't know that the dignified Lingyun Hall Sword Ancestor Su Hua gave birth to such a mongrel. A bearded man replied with a strong sense of irony.

Su Yang ignored these discussions as if he hadn't heard anything, and continued to walk his own way.

Suddenly, a young man wearing animal skins blocked in front of Su Yang, with a pair of blood-red eyes, full of muscles like a copper wall, he was carrying a huge hammer behind his back, and his fleshy face was engraved with a deep scar, looking fierce and vicious.

"Presumably this is Tan Zixuan, who is known as the Purgatory Shura, it is said that the Nine Dust Hammer in his hand is said to be a genuine mortal third-order spiritual weapon. It's really better to see than to hear, it's really graceful, a talent. There's a good show to watch now. The middle-aged man said again just now.

After Tan Zixuan heard this, a grim smile appeared on his face, and he said jokingly: "Senior Brother Su Yang, I have heard that the sword technique of the Sword Hall is extremely mysterious, and Tan must ask for advice today." ”

Tan Zixuan clenched the Nine Dust Hammer, and the scarlet vitality spread out from his body, exuding a strong coercion, making this space tremble, he had stepped into the sixth level of qi refining three months ago, and his strength was definitely among the best among all the disciples, and this coercion would have to fall directly to the ground if it was changed to ordinary people. The scattered scarlet vitality continued to pour into the Nine Dust Hammer, blasting directly towards Su Yang.

Tan Zixuan secretly shouted in his heart, Su Hua is the sworn enemy of their Shura Palace, looking at the wrong heart, it is better to use his son as a punching bag, this is a good choice.

At the moment when the strong vitality swept Su Yang, an ethereal figure flashed in front of Lin Yi, and a simple and violent palm directly disintegrated the extremely terrifying vitality before.

Tan Zixuan's face was instantly gloomy, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Senior sister, it's not good to be so nosy. "He's always been hard, not soft.

It turned out to be a heroic girl, she was slender, her little face was very delicate, and she was wearing a purple dress, outlining her flawless figure to the fullest, which looked particularly sexy, which made some of the surrounding men fascinated, and a few stamina saliva secretly swallowed saliva, she was Ye Qingmeng, the granddaughter of the Lingyun Pavilion Lord Xiaoyaozi.

Tan Zixuan finally said: "What kind of man is always hiding behind a woman, waste is waste, the next time you look good at the clan comparison, Tan will leave first." Then he vanished.

Looking at the little beauty in front of him, Su Yang showed disdain, and his face was as cold as ten thousand years of ice. He has been withdrawn since he was a child, few people are friends with him, he is often alone, and he knows that one day a little girl will appear in front of his eyes and leave a deep imprint in his heart, Ye Qingmeng is the last reliance in his heart. With the passage of time, the two of them gradually developed a hazy relationship, but they were opposed by the family, Ye Qingmeng gave up Su Yang in pursuit of strength, Ye Qingmeng is a rare immortal cultivation genius in Lingyun Palace, and what is he Su Yang, how can a mortal with a small and low status be worthy of a generation of Tianjiao?

Ye Qingmeng looked at Su Yang with a worried face and said worriedly: "Brother Su is okay, right?Tan Zixuan's bastard is bullying people here with that bit of strength, and he will definitely look good next time." ”

Su Yang said indifferently: "Don't bother Miss Lao, Su can't afford it." After speaking, Su raised his head and left without looking back, leaving Ye Qingmeng alone to stay where he was.

Back in the province, my father and mother happened to be there. Su Hua saw Su Yang come in, and said in surprise: "What's the matter? It took so long to come back." ”

Su Yang didn't answer the question, and said loudly: "Father, I want to cultivate immortals." ”

Su Hua was in a trance for a moment, and then said: "Yang'er, your body is too weak, I'm afraid that if you don't succeed in cultivating immortals, you will burst your body." If you insist on cultivating immortals, I will never object to it as a father. His face suddenly became extremely solemn.

Su Yang's eyes became more resolute, and he wanted to prove to those who had insulted him that Su Yang was not a waste. Su Yang said lightly in his heart: "Wait, all the humiliation, I, Su Yang, will one day have to return the original with interest." ”