In the twelfth lunar month of winter, heavy snow falls.
boom……
Chen Yuan, who was playing with the charcoal basin in his house, suddenly heard a loud noise.
The courtyard door, which was not strong in the first place, was kicked into the snow.
"What is supposed to come has come."
Chen Yuan muttered to himself, and then walked out of the room.
"I said that this year's offerings cannot be paid in full. Next year I will definitely hand over the principal and interest together. Why do you keep forcing me to do so?"
Outside the door, Chen Yuan saw two big men carrying knives that he did not want to see. They were bandits from the nearby mountains.
Every autumn, bandits will go down the mountain to snatch food, which is called "turning it over for worship".
In order to survive, the villagers would hand over part of their food. Even if there was no food, they would hunt for money in order to have a safe year.
Chen Yuan was born in the mountain village for sixteen years, and his father would hand over the number of the treasures for worship every year.
However, this year there was a severe drought and no grain was harvested. My father was bedridden for another six months, until he died before winter.
After his father became seriously ill, Chen Yuan also went hunting with the villagers in the mountains several times. However, there was nothing left of the prey except money to buy medicine.
The funeral expenses after my father passed away were even borrowed from the villagers.
How could the bandit listen to Chen Yuan's explanation?
In this turbulent era, eating is the top priority, and explaining to the bandits is like playing the piano to an ox.
"Stop talking nonsense and hand over the offerings to save you from death. Otherwise, you know our methods."
The big man carrying the knife shook the long knife in his hand, and the bright blade shone coldly under the reflection of the white snow.
Chen Yuan took two steps back, not daring to look at the long knife.
"To hand it over, or not to hand it over?"
The broadsword swayed three feet in front of him, like the soul-locking blade of hell, causing Chen Yuan, who was already timid, to break out into a large amount of cold sweat on his forehead.
It's not that he doesn't want to pay, he really doesn't have any. He has no food and no money.
Even if I sell my belongings and old house, I still can't raise the money and food for worship.
After retreating continuously, Chen Yuan's eyes fell on the wood knife not far away, which he used to chop wood.
"Brother, this kid's father just died. I heard that he borrowed the funeral expenses from the villagers. The family must have no money and food. It's better to give it a beating. We in the village don't care about such a small amount of money and food."
Among the two bandits, a man of similar age to Chen Yuan suddenly spoke to defend Chen Yuan.
After hearing the man's words, Chen Yuan's eyes shifted from Caidao to the man.
It is said that all bandits in the world are forced to become bandits. Maybe there are one or two good people among the bandits.
"Let him go? How can we explain to the boss?" The other bandit looked disgusted and seemed unwilling.
"Brother..."
The man whispered something into the ear of the knife-carrying bandit. But Chen Yuan found that their eyes glanced at Caidao not far away.
It is said that bare feet are not afraid of wearing shoes. If Chen Yuan really fought with them with a knife, no one could tell what the final casualties would be.
Bandits don't have three heads and six arms, they are just ordinary people who are forced to become bandits.
boom!
Kicked Chen Yuan in the chest, the big man with the knife shook the long knife in his hand and said viciously:
"Boy, my brother is interceding for you today. Otherwise, I must let you know the consequences of owing the bandits tribute. I will spare you for today, but after the next autumn, I will collect the principal and interest. If you don't pay, the knife in my hand will be Not vegetarian.”
The big man carrying the knife kicked Chen Yuan twice again, and then the two of them turned and left.
Sitting on the ground, Chen Yuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Recalling the previous scene, if I hadn't intentionally or unintentionally looked at the sword not far away, I might have died under the sword of the two bandits today.
Although he saved his life, Chen Yuan still felt that he could not escape the haze of bandits.
If God continues to trouble farmers in the coming year and the fields still fail to harvest, with his ability, even if he goes hunting in the mountains every day, he will not be able to hand over two years of offerings.
After all, you still have to eat, and you can't let yourself starve and freeze in order to hand over the offerings.
Otherwise, you can starve to death without being beaten to death by bandits.
"No, I must become stronger. Become fearful to bandits all over the world."
Clenching his fists, Chen Yuan made up his mind to make himself stronger, at least not to be bullied by the bandits anymore.
But how can he become stronger?
The eighteen generations of ancestors were farmers with hoes in hand and their backs to the sky and their faces to the loess. Apart from knowing a little farming skills, they had no relatives serving as officials in the court, and no rich and powerful relatives to help them.
It is said that heroes emerge from troubled times. Because of the turmoil in the court, some people were forced to become bandits, while others used their skills to wander around the world and become a generation of knights.
Turning the bandit into a bandit seems to be Chen Yuan's only choice.
"No, you can't go up the mountain to become a bandit. The imperial court organizes troops to exterminate bandits everywhere every year. Even if you are a bandit, you can't avoid the fate of being killed if you just miss the annual offerings."
After denying the decision to turn the bandits into bandits, Chen Yuan continued to think about his possible support.
"Perhaps I can leave the mountain village and go to the county or the imperial city. There are many escort agencies and sect forces there. If I can successfully join them, I can become an escort or a member of the sect."
Make a decision in your mind.
However, not long after, Chen Yuan denied his decision.
Both escorts and gang members are living on the edge of a knife. If they are not careful, they will die without knowing where they are.
Chen Yuan didn't want to live such a precarious and fearful life.
Frowning slightly, Chen Yuan felt sorry for his fate. The princes of aristocratic families can live a life with clothes on their hands and food on their hands, and the princes and nobles can also live in splendor, but he has to worry about three meals a day and his life.
Just when Chen Yuan was thinking hard about his destiny, a figure suddenly appeared in the snowy sky.
Chen Yuan could clearly see that it was a man wearing a blue robe and flying swords.
The man, like a god from heaven to earth, crossed the mountains and woods and landed on the roof of Chen Yuan's house.
"Fairy! A real deity who soars in the clouds and rides the mist!"
Chen Yuan was shocked, not because the gods landed on his house, but because he had found his life goal.
Those who become bandits may be eliminated by the government, and the escorts and sect members may die in a foreign land, but if they become gods in heaven and earth, everything will be solved.
There is no one in the world who does not fear and revere the gods.
Regardless of bandits or high-ranking officials, they are all helpless mortals in front of gods.
Chen Yuan stared at the man in green on the roof with joy, but the man in green was not on Chen Yuan, and his erratic eyes seemed to be looking for something.
"Junior Chen Yuan, pay your respects to the gods!"
Chen Yuan bowed and took the initiative to say hello.
The man in green ignored Chen Yuan. While frowning, his eyes fell on a purple plant.
Chen Yuan noticed the gaze of the man in green. Although I don’t know why the man in green frowned at a piece of grass, I guess this grass is useful to gods.
"If the gods are interested in this grass that has been growing in my house for I don't know how many years, I can give it to you."
Chen Yuan took the initiative to speak again.
"I do need this Purple Flame Grass, but I won't take anything from a mortal for nothing. If you have any requests, just ask. Whether it's gold or silver, I can satisfy you."
Chen Yuan was shocked. He never thought that a grass that had grown for many years in his courtyard could be exchanged for gold and silver in the hands of gods.
If the two bandits hadn't arrived an hour ago, Chen Yuan might have chosen to ask for gold and silver without hesitation.
After all, gold and silver are real things.
But now, he has decided to become a god, and gold and silver are no longer important to him.
"I don't want gold or silver. I want to be my master and become a god who can fly to the sky and escape from the earth."
The man in Tsing Yi did not expect that the young man in front of him would make such a request, and looked at Chen Yuan coldly for a moment.
He found that the young man in front of him did not kneel down to him like ordinary mortals, but instead spoke to him in a reverent manner.
To cultivate immortality, in addition to basic talent, the most important thing is calmness and wisdom.
In a world of cultivating immortals where the strong prey on the weak and are in danger at every turn, timidity and fear cannot lead to success.
Even if you have incredible talent, you may die out of fear.
"Perhaps this young man can embark on the path of cultivating immortality." The man in Tsing Yi thought to himself, then floated down next to Chen Yuan and said:
"Come here. Extend your right hand."
Slowly stepping forward, Chen Yuan boldly stretched out his right hand. Although he didn't know what the other party would do, he believed that a god would not kill a mortal for a piece of grass.
The man in green clothes put three fingers on Chen Yuan's wrist. After a moment, Chen Yuan felt a heat flow pouring into his body, which was very comfortable.
"Mid-grade spiritual root! Since it is a middle-grade spiritual root."
The man in green looked at Chen Yuan in astonishment. Although the middle-grade spiritual roots were not as good as the top-grade and top-grade spiritual roots, they were already quite talented in the world of immortality.
It's a pity that the man in green can't protect himself, and it's impossible to take a mortal with him who has never practiced any practice.
"You can cultivate immortality. It's just that I can't accept you as my disciple. If you are willing, I can give you some necessities for cultivating immortality as the cost of purchasing the Purple Flame Grass. As for whether you can embark on the road of cultivating immortality, it can only depend on you. Own."
While he was talking, many things appeared in front of Chen Yuan, including ten colorful stones, two books, three porcelain bottles, and a tattered long sword.
Looking at what was in front of him, Chen Yuan felt a little disappointed.
The other party doesn't want to accept him as his disciple, maybe there is a reason that he doesn't want to tell. But a change of fate in exchange for a piece of grass is worth it.
After bending down to pick up the items on the ground, Chen Yuan looked up and wanted to say something else.
The man in green and the purple flame grass in the courtyard have disappeared.
"Senior, what's your name? How can I find you in the future?"
Chen Yuan shouted into the void.
"Xia Xuanyun, if you can embark on the path of cultivating immortality, you can go to Qinglan Sect to find me."
The sound echoed, and something flew from the air and landed right at Chen Yuan's feet.
Chen Yuan wrote down the other party's name and location in his mind.
