The autumn wind was rustling, and the chill was striking.
It was already evening, and the sky was dark. The pedestrians on the road were in twos and threes, and their footsteps were hurried.
This year's autumn in Peaceful City came earlier than in previous years, and it was also colder.
A high vermilion wall stood at the side of the long street, blocking the flying leaves.
Bang!
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard.
"Chirp chirp."
The little sparrow was startled, and it flew up from the branch, flapping its wings and fleeing far away.
A few leaves drifted down casually, slid past Niu Yuan's proud face, and fell to the ground silently.
Yang Xuan's thin body fell to the ground heavily, and severe pain spread throughout his body.
The cold bluestone ground was so cold that it made one shiver. The feeling of falling from a few meters away was definitely not pleasant.
However, Yang Xuan's face was expressionless. He struggled to get up, and then walked forward. Although he was limping, he was unusually determined to walk toward Niu Yuan again.
This was already the eighth time he had gotten up.
Niu Yuan was finally a little scared. He panted heavily and said fiercely, "Mad … Mad man, I'll let you go today. I'll … I'll deal with you another day. Let's … let's go."
Looking at the departing figures of Niu Yuan and his subordinates, Yang Xuan was finally unable to endure the intense pain. With a plop, he fell to the ground.
The sky was gray, and there were no stars and no moon.
Yang Xuan was lying on the ground quietly, motionless, and his eyes were staring blankly at the sky.
Just like his heart, it was dead silent.
"One day, if this man gains power, there will be a bloodbath in the world."
He recalled what the fortune-teller said to his mother when he was young.
They all thought that children couldn't understand, but who knew that in this small body, there lived an earthling from the 21st century.
Yang Xuan smiled bitterly. The fortune-teller's words were the biggest irony to him.
More than ten years had passed, and he couldn't gain power at all.
How could a person who was born with blocked meridians be able to gain power?
15 years ago, a wisp of his soul came to this world and became a baby in the Yan Family in Peaceful City.
Not long after he regained his memories, his father in this life, Yang Qingtian, passed away.
Following that, an even greater tragedy was that he was found to have a crippled body and was unable to practice martial arts.
Even with the mental state of his two lifetimes combined, he was unable to accept such news in a short time.
Someone seemed to have played a huge joke on him, throwing him into this world and robbing him of all hope.
He stared blankly at the sky, motionless.
The heavens didn't say anything, silently hanging there, ice-cold.
Only the flickering lights in the distance cast a weak light on the lonely child.
The cold wind blew and the sky darkened.
He got up from the ground and touched the bruise on his forehead, but he didn't feel any pain.
This pain, compared to the pain in his heart, was insignificant.
According to the Yang Family's rules, all Yang Family disciples must learn the basics of inner strength from the age of six.
He looked at the other children of his age, whose inner strength had improved by leaps and bounds. However, he was already fifteen years old. After spending almost nine years, he still couldn't sense a single trace of Qi. How could ordinary people understand the perseverance and the pain in his heart?
When Yang Xuan returned to his house, his mother, Madam Qian, was washing clothes. When she saw Yang Xuan, she said, "Little Xuan, you're back?"
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly saw the injuries on Yang Xuan's face. Her voice trembled, and she threw down the clothes she was washing. She grabbed Yang Xuan and said anxiously, "Little Xuan, what happened to you? They … did they bully you again? "
Before she finished speaking, her eyes were already filled with tears.
Yang Xuan quickly comforted his mother, "It's okay, I just fell while walking. I'll be fine in three to five days!"
Then he changed the topic, "Mom, I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"
How could Madam Qian not know Yang Xuan's situation? How could the bruises on his head be caused by a fall? At that moment, she had mixed feelings. She hugged Yang Xuan, and her tears flowed down uncontrollably. She said in a trembling voice, "Little Xuan, I'm sorry, I've let you suffer …"
Yang Xuan quickly hugged his mother and said anxiously, "Mom, how could this be your fault? I'm the one who didn't live up to expectations and didn't practice well. That's why I was bullied. It has nothing to do with you! "
Madam Qian heard this and was even sadder. She kept saying, "Xuan Er, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! All of this is my fault, I shouldn't have brought you into this world. "
Madam Qian was heartbroken, but there was nothing she could do. She could only turn into tears and wet Yang Xuan's face!
How could Yang Xuan not understand the sadness in his mother's heart? In his previous life, he was an orphan and had never felt the love from his parents. Therefore, in this life, he especially cherished this relationship.
After dinner, he chatted with his mother for a while. It was already late at night.
When he returned to his room, he sat on his bed and practiced the basic skills a few times. However, he still could not feel any Qi.
Yang Xuan was at a loss.
He had already practiced for nine years. Nine years, how many nine years could he waste in his life?
After the New Year, when he turned sixteen, if he did not have Level Three Inner Strength, he would be expelled from the family. From then on, he would have to change his name and have nothing to do with the Yang family.
A series of ugly faces appeared in his mind. Yang Xuan's eyes turned cold as he clenched his fists. Because he was using too much force, his knuckles began to crack.
Yang Xuan was never afraid of being expelled from the family. He had long lost any sense of belonging to the Yang family.
The Yang Family had only brought him cold family benefits. Leaving the Yang Family as soon as possible was a form of relief for him.
He could understand that no family would value a person who could not practice martial arts.
However, being able to understand did not mean that he could accept it. Especially those who targeted him, how could he forgive them?
Although the wounds on his body hurt, it was not even a thousandth of the pain in his heart.
But, where was the road?
Where was the road?
With confusion, Yang Xuan finally fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up again, the sky was still dark. It was still early, but Yang Xuan did not feel sleepy at all.
In his frustration, he got up and put on his clothes. He left the small courtyard and ran like crazy. Soon, he ran to the back of the Yang family's mountain.
There were already very few people here, and now that it was late at night, it was even quieter.
This was also the place Yang Xuan often came to when he was frustrated. Only here could Yang Xuan relax for a moment.
Sitting down next to a tree, Yang Xuan stared blankly at the dark night sky, many thoughts surging in his mind.
The sky was dark, just like his heart, incomparably cold.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He stood up and straightened his clothes. Just as he was about to leave, his eyes inadvertently swept across the sky. Suddenly, he let out a cry of surprise.
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