Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Who's here? Uncle?

No, the knock on the door is neither light nor heavy, neither urgent nor slow... It doesn't seem to be uncle's style.

In Yang Xuan's memory, uncle has always been a very serious, indisputable, and some barbarian. He always pushes the door open when he comes. On weekdays, he is also extremely harsh on Yang Xuan. In addition to living in a larger place, the food and clothing provided to Yang Xuan is not even as good as a servant. Of course, he didn't enjoy the due treatment of the Yang family since he was a child. He has been used to it for many years and has no complaints about it.

Only a few places puzzled him. Why is he the only one in the Yang family who is confined to his courtyard all the year round and can't go out without permission? Besides, where are his parents? It's said that he died. Why did he die? Where did you die again? Why can't he go to the grave?

He didn't get answers to these questions, and none of the Yang family was willing to tell him these things. In the long run, Yang Xuan's words became few and began to like to immerse himself in his own world, reading or in a daze.

There are many old books in his house. These books were sent by his aunt Yang Qianxue last year. Every year, the aunt will appear on time. Whenever she appears, she will send a pile of books and tell him which one to start with and which one to end with. When she leaves, she will take away the old books of the previous year.

The same thing has been going on for nearly a decade. But now it's not time to change books. In the past six months, he has only carefully turned over those books twice, but he still can't remember many places. He needs to review them two or three times. What does your aunt do at this time?

He dried his hands and opened the door. Yang Qianxue is really outside the door.

He gave a respectful cry.

"Come in and say."

Yang Qianxue hurried into the house, called Yang Xuan to her, looked at him and asked:

"Do you want to leave?"

"Leave?"

Yang Xuan didn't react for a moment. Leave where? Leave the house or the Yang family? Leave for a while and come back, or fly away and never meet?

"Leave the Yang family and never come back."

Yang Qianxue's tone is very serious, which is different from Yang Xuan's impression of her in the past. He was thinking about why. Yang Qianxue's next words interrupted his thoughts.

"You want to know how your parents died, don't you? You also want to know why the whole Yang family treated you like this, don't you?"

"Yes." Yang Xuan thought carefully, seemed to have figured out something, and added, "but it doesn't matter if I don't know. I don't want to take revenge. The book says that it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but the book also says when it's time to take revenge."

Yang Qianxue was stunned.

Is this the state of mind of a 16-year-old boy? Or did he have no concept or feelings for his parents, and no idea of revenge came into his mind, or did he deliberately stimulate her to say such words?

Yang Qianxue thought of a lot for a moment. When she saw the young man's bright, deep and sincere eyes, she found that she was wrong.

This is just a simple teenager, just like a piece of white paper. He has never seen the world and does not know that the people are vicious. Therefore, where will there be so many strange ideas? What he said should also be thinking in his heart.

"So... Do you want to go out of the yard and leave the Yang family?" Yang Qianxue asked the question again. This time she asked it very carefully. She was afraid that if her voice was louder, she would scare the boy.

"No."

Yang Xuan's answer surprised Yang Qianxue again.

"Why?"

"Because... I want to live." He thought for a moment, probably satisfied with his current situation, and gradually showed a smile on his face, "live like this."

The state of Wei is a very small country on this continent. Compared with the great powers in the Central Plains, it is like ants and giant elephants. But the ants are already swarms of immortals. How many flying swords should there be on the surface of the giant elephant?

This is something that ordinary people in a small country, even immortals like Yang Qianxue, can't imagine and measure. Can an unarmed ordinary man survive better and safer in a world he has never touched in 16 years than shrinking in the Yang family? Can you guarantee that you will not be bullied and your life will not be threatened outside?

I'm afraid not.

No, absolutely not.

Yang Qianxue clearly knows the cruelty of the immortal world and the existence of ordinary people without cultivation in the eyes of immortal practitioners. Sometimes the law is only for the weak. For example, immortals conflict with ordinary people, and the government is definitely biased towards immortals. Even if the immortals killed ordinary people, it was nothing in the calendar laws of the state of Wei.

She was too eager to consider this level.

"So... What do you want?" Yang Qianxue asked again.

"Xiuxian!" The two words said without hesitation. Yang Xuan suddenly had a lot of brilliance in his clear and plain eyes. He thought of the immortals in the book, and his eyes became hotter and hotter when he thought of his body more and more out of his control. "Aunt, can you teach me to cultivate immortals?"

"No!" Yang Qianxue shook her head firmly.

Why?

Yang Xuan didn't understand, and didn't ask why after all. According to Yang Qianxue's concern for him, if we could teach him, we would have taught him long ago. Why wait until now? When he asked just now, he was just taking chances.

She must have some difficulties, otherwise it wouldn't be so.

Looking at Yang Xuan's slightly disappointed appearance, Yang Qianxue wanted to stop talking, and finally didn't say anything. Before she left, she gave Yang Xuan a large bag of money and told him what he needed in the future or what hard work he had. She gave money for the next people to do. She should have seen Yang Xuan mending the roof herself, so she specially stressed it, especially looking for leaks. Yang Xuan had to take it.

Holding the money bag, the heat in the boy's eyes began to dissipate, the expression on his face gradually became cold, and the force on his hand gradually increased. The coins in the bag were squeezed and deformed, and finally squeezed into a ball, which was thrown at the foot of the wall by him.

After a while, his body was stunned and covered with cold sweat. It seemed that he just reflected what had happened.

"I can't control it again..."

The boy frowned, looked at his hand and whispered to himself.

Looking at the pinched purse, I felt a little guilty. After all, it was given by my aunt... I walked over and picked it up and put it in my arms.

Finally, he hurried into the house and closed the door.