Cultivator In Martial God World

The autumn wind is bleak and chilly.

At this time, it was evening, the sky was dim, and the pedestrians in small groups on the road hurriedly walked.

Taiping City's fall this year is earlier and colder than in previous years.

The high wall of Vermilion stands on the side of the long street, blocking the flying leaves.

Boom!

There was a sound of heavy objects falling.

"Tweet."

The little sparrow flew up from the branch, fluttering its wings and fleeing away.

A few leaves fell randomly, slid past Niu Yuan's proud face, and landed on the ground, silently.

Yang Xuan's thin body fell fiercely to the ground, severe pain spread all over his body.

The cold bluestone ground is so cold that it makes you chill. The feeling of falling from a few meters away is absolutely uncomfortable.

But Yang Xuan's face was expressionless. He struggled to get up, expressionless, and then stepped forward. Although limping, he walked toward Niu Yuan again with great determination.

This is the eighth time he got up.

Niu Yuan was finally a little scared. He gasped and said fiercely fiercely: "Crazy... madman, let you go first today, change... I will clean up you another day, I... we Go."

Looking at the back of Niu Yuan and a few people who were walking away, the severe pain hit, Yang Xuan finally couldn't hold it, thumped, and fell to the ground.

The sky is gray, without stars and moons.

Yang Xuan lay quietly on the ground, motionless, his eyes staring at the sky blankly.

Just like his heart, there is dead silence.

"One day if this child gains power, the world will set off foul wind and bloody rain."

He remembered what the fortune teller said to his mother when he was a child.

They all thought that the little child could not understand, but who knew that in this small body, lived an Earth from the 21st century.

Yang Xuan smiled bitterly. What the fortune-teller said seemed to be the biggest irony to him.

Ten years have passed, and he can't gain any momentum at all.

How can someone who is born blocked meridians gain the upper hand?

Fifteen years ago, a ray of his soul came to this world and became a baby of Yan Country Taiping City Yang Family.

Shortly after his awakening memory, his father, Yang Qingtian, passed away.

Then, the bigger tragedy was that he was found to be a natural disability, unable to practice martial arts.

Such news, even in his mood of several decades before and after the two lives, cannot be accepted for a while.

Someone seems to have made a big joke with him, throwing him into this world, but depriving him of all hope.

He stared at the sky blankly, motionless.

The sky is silent, hanging silently, coldly.

Only the light flickering in the distance, the faint rays of light fell on this lonely child.

The cold wind blows, and the sky gets darker.

He got up from the ground and touched the black green on his forehead, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

This pain is insignificant compared with the pain in his heart.

The Yang Family stipulates that every child of the Yang Family must learn basic internal energy from the age of six.

Looking at the child of his age, the inner strength has long been advanced by leaps and bounds, and he is now fifteen, and it has taken nearly nine years, and he still hasn’t even a hint of breath. How can ordinary people understand the perseverance and the pain of the heart?

Waiting for Yang Xuan to return to his house, mother Qian Shi was washing the laundry, and seeing Yang Xuan coming back, he said: "Xiao Xuan, are you back?" Seeing the injury on Yang Xuan's face, she trembled in her voice, dropped the laundry that was being washed, and grabbed Yang Xuan anxiously: "Xiao Xuan, what happened to you? They... They bullied you again?"

Unfinished words, tears flashed in his eyes.

Yang Xuan hurriedly comforted his mother and said: "It's okay. It's just a fall while walking. It will be fine after three to five days!"

Then he changed the subject. : "Mother, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat!"

Where can Qian Shi not know Yang Xuan's situation? How could the black green on his head fall? For a while, she hugged Yang Xuan, tears streaming down, and she trembled: "Xiao Xuan, I can't help you, I'm making you suffer..."

Yang Xuan hugged his mother hurriedly, and said anxiously: "Mother, how could this be your fault? It's my disappointing. If I don't practice well, I will be bullied. It's none of my mother's business!"

Qian Shi hearing this was even more sad, and Nan Nan couldn't help saying, "Xuan'er, I'm sorry, my mother, I'm sorry! All this is my mother's fault, and my mother shouldn't bring you into this world. ."

Qian Shi was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do. He could only turn into tears and wet the face of Yang Xuan!

How can Yang Xuan fail to understand the sadness of his mother. He was an orphan in the previous life and never felt the love from his parents. Therefore, in this life, he cherishes his love.

After dinner, I had a conversation with my mother. It was already late at night.

I returned to my room, sat on the bed, and practiced the basic cultivation technique several times, but there was still no sense of breath.

Yang Xuan was at a loss.

He has been practicing for nine years, nine years, how many nine years can be wasted in his life?

At the end of the new year, when he was sixteen, if he did not have a three-tiered cultivation base, he would have to be expelled from the family. From then on, he would have to change his surname and name, and he would have nothing to do with Yang Clan.

Some ugly faces appeared in the brain continuously, vividly, Yang Xuan's eyes were cold, his fists clenched, and the knuckles made a crisp sound of ka beng due to too much force.

Yang Xuan has never been afraid of being expelled from the family. He has long lost any sense of belonging to Yang Family.

The only thing that Yang Family brings to him is the cold family benefits. Leaving Yang Family early is a relief for him.

He can understand that this kind of thing is placed in any family and will not value a person who cannot practice martial arts.

But being able to understand doesn't mean that you can accept it, especially those who target him. How can he forgive?

Although the wound on his body hurts, it is less than one ten thousandth of the pain in his heart.

Just, where is the way?

Where is the road?

With confusion, Yang Xuan finally fell asleep.

When I woke up again, the sky was still dark and it was early, but Yang Xuan didn't even feel sleepy anymore.

Under my irritability, I got up and put on my clothes. I came out of the small courtyard, rushed like venting, and ran up to the Yang Family mountainside in a short while.

There was already a rare interpersonal relationship here, and it was already late at night, and it was silent, and there was no one.

This is also a place where Yang Xuan often comes when he is upset. Only here can Yang Xuan have a moment of relaxation.

Sitting down next to a tree, Yang Xuan stared blankly at the dark night sky, his thoughts surged.

The sky is dark, as cold as his heart.

He took a deep breath, barely calmed his mood, stood up and adjusted his clothes, and was about to leave, his eyes swept across the sky inadvertently, and suddenly he let out a "Yi" sound.