Chapter 1: Ling Changkong

"Nervous ......"

A young man dressed in yellow was on this long mountain road, cleaning the fallen leaves, and his face was calm. His name is Ling Changkong, and he is an official disciple of the Qishan Sect, and it is a little strange that he is cleaning up the fallen leaves here.

However, this is accustomed to Ling Changkong, and it is still many times better than his previous life.

He once lost his parents since he was a child, helpless, adrift, and almost froze to death in the harsh winter several times, and starved to death in the middle of summer.

In such a wandering wandering without a full meal, he could endure until he was five years old.

I still remember that when he was five years old, it was the famine in the world, and even ordinary people may not be able to eat enough, let alone a helpless teenager.

In order to survive, he was forced to go into the deep mountains and old forests, pick wild vegetables, dig tree roots to satisfy hunger, that is, he met a hungry tiger, almost became the tiger's rations.

But when the tiger was about to pounce on him, a sword light fell from the sky and killed the tiger, and then, a handsome young man with a long sword in his hand fluttered down, and it was he who killed the tiger.

From then on, the trajectory of Ling Changkong's fate began to change.

Seeing that handsome young man actually killed the tiger, Ling Changkong was also very shocked, and after reacting, he hurriedly ran over and kowtowed to him to thank him. The handsome young man saw that he was delicate, very sensible, and his roots were not bad, so he took him back to the sect with a joy.

It was also Ling Changkong who later learned that the handsome young man turned out to be a monk, and the sect he belonged to was the Qishan faction, one of the top ten immortal sects in the western state, and from then on, he was taken in by the Qishan faction and became an official disciple of the Qishan faction.

After joining the Qishan Sect, Ling Changkong was found by the elders of the sect to be blocked in the meridians, and he couldn't cultivate at all, unless there was an anti-heaven elixir to wash his marrow, otherwise he was not as good as the lowest-level peripheral disciples.

However, the anti-heaven elixir is hard to find, even the Qishan faction may not be able to have it, and even if it does, it will not give him an ordinary disciple to change his life, even if he takes him in, it is already a great favor.

The head Zhao Qian just gave him a Xuandan, helped him break through to the first level of Xuanshi, and encouraged him, but the handsome young man didn't care about him and left him to fend for himself.

Although he knew that his meridians were blocked and he couldn't cultivate, Ling Changkong still didn't give up, and he had to insist on cultivating for three hours every day, and this persistence was ten years.

Now that ten years have passed, Ling Changkong has become more upright and more delicate, but his cultivation is still a heavy Xuanshi, and he has not made any progress, and ten years of hard work seems to be just a fragile dream.

And in the past ten years, because he was unable to cultivate, he swept the floor and chopped firewood in the Qishan faction, and fetched water and burned fire...... is doing the work of a servant, but fortunately, he has been displaced since he was a child, and his life is hard, and he has no dissatisfaction with this.

But if it was just a mess, he gradually bullied him along with his disciple brothers, at first he was just a formal disciple, and then the peripheral disciples also bullied him, and finally even the slaves of the Qishan faction dared to bully him.

In this world where big fists are respected, Ling Changkong is only a Xuanshi, and he can't cultivate, so he is destined to be bullied. Fortunately, the Qishan faction has rules that private fights are not allowed, let alone human lives, and those who are in the same sect are also measured, plus some adventures of Ling Changkong, they have reluctantly lived in the Qishan faction for ten years.

Of course, Song Qing is not a person who is bullied, he has no strength now, he can only forbear, but he believes that one day he will be able to cultivate, become stronger, and trample the people who once bullied him under his feet, which is also one of the reasons why he insists on cultivating.

He never gave up!

At this moment, Ling Changkong, who was cleaning the fallen leaves, couldn't help but pause and stopped.

Around him, there were three teenagers his size, all dressed in yellow, who were disciples of the Qishan Sect.

"Three senior brothers, I don't know what is the matter with me?" Ling Changkong naturally understood the intentions of the three young men, but he still bowed his hand slightly and asked very respectfully.

"Hmph! Ling Changkong, do you think you can avoid a good fight if you pretend like this?" A faintly led young man snorted coldly, looked at Ling Changkong with disdain, pointed to his nose, and asked arrogantly.

"Liang Mingzhi, don't talk nonsense with this waste, I have been ordered by my master to retreat and practice in the past few days, and my hands are itchy. ”

The other teenager seemed to be unable to wait, clenching his fists and "clattering".

"Okay, Li Xuanming, let's move our muscles. ”

Hearing the urging of his companions, Senior Brother Liang laughed fiercely, and the three of them all stepped forward, either kicking or punching, and beat Ling Changkong.

Regarding the actions of Liang Mingzhi and the others, Ling Changkong seemed to have expected it, without a trace of panic, he immediately threw away the broom, held his head with both hands, and let the opponent's fists and feet add up.

Originally, according to his past experience, when encountering such a situation, he should climb directly to the ground and protect the vital parts, but now he is on the mountain road, although the mountain road is wide, but it is very steep, if he climbs down, if he is not careful, he will roll down, which will be a bad thing.

It is precisely because of this that in the face of the impenetrable attack of Liang Mingzhi and the others, Ling Changkong just stood with his head in his hands and let them vent.

"Boom!"

Li Xuanming's fist flashed with blue light, and he couldn't help but be a little solemn, but he didn't seem to notice that a punch hit Ling Changkong's lower abdomen.

Suffering this punch, Ling Changkong's face couldn't help but turn white, and he was directly blasted out, hitting a big tree hugged by three people, and then stopped.

The big tree shook a few times, and the fallen leaves rained down!

"Poof!"

Under the cover of fallen leaves, Ling Changkong's face, which was originally slightly pale, suddenly turned red, and then spit out a mouthful of blood, and there was no more blood on his face.

"Li Xuanming, how did you use the Xuan Ling Realm's Xuan Power?!" Liang Mingzhi's face changed, and he scolded Li Xuanming: "If someone dies, even if we are not expelled from the division, we will not be able to escape heavy punishment." ”

"Hehe, Senior Brother Liang, I also just broke through the Xuanling realm, and I didn't control it well for a while, this is the only ......" Li Xuanming smiled embarrassedly, scratched his head, and explained to Liang Mingzhi.

"Alright, don't talk about it, let's get out of here!"

At this time, Liang Mingzhi was very anxious in his heart, where did he have the time to listen to Li Xuanming's explanation? With a wave of his hand, he said to Li Xuanming and the others, and then he left directly, walking in a hurry, just like a criminal fleeing the crime scene.

"You remember for me, if there is anything wrong with Ling Changkong, and the division investigates this matter, we will unanimously say that we are fighting in the back mountain, and we must not say that we have seen that unlucky ghost, do you all remember it?" Liang Mingzhi told Li Xuanming and the others.

"Got it. ”

"Senior Brother Liang, rest assured, we know what to do. ”

Hearing Liang Mingzhi's advice, Li Xuanming's eyes lit up, his face showed a hint of joy, he nodded to Liang Mingzhi in response, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Seeing that Liang Mingzhi and the others had left, Ling Changkong did not get up, still snuggled under the big tree, his face was a little gloomy.

Regarding the words of Liang Mingzhi and the others, Ling Changkong naturally heard it.

The essence in his eyes was uncertain, Ling Changkong's right hand grasped the ground tightly, his five fingers fell into the ground, and he thought resentfully in his heart: "Ten years in Hedong and ten years in Hexi, he will be in the sky, and when there will be revenge, don't think that I have a dead vein, so I am really afraid of you!"

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