The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 1 Smuggling and Awakening

The vast sea stretches as far as the eye can see, the black clouds are dark and terrifying, the muffled thunder is deafening, and the gloomy thunder snakes mercilessly tear the night apart, illuminating the lonely dilapidated fishing boat on the noisy sea.

The tyrannical raindrops poured down like arrows, the wind roared shrilly, and the raging waves more than ten meters high were like the arms of a mythical titan holding up the sky, lifting the fishing boat high and smashing it down heavily.

"This damn storm! This damn radio junk!"

The captain of the ship angrily bit the inferior cigarette in his mouth, and watched a group of skinny sailors on the deck struggling to move while holding on to the thick hemp rope on the railing.
Absolutely can not return,

Because this is a stowaway boat, more precisely, it is a stowaway boat sailing from Malaysia to Gotham, a city on the west coast of the United States.

The passengers on board are naturally poor people who are frustrated in Nanyang and want to pursue the American dream.After handing over their half-life savings to the snakehead, they set foot on the bilge of this dilapidated fishing boat with anxiety and expectations.

boom!
The bucket-thick lightning struck the mast at the top of the fishing boat, and in an instant the hull made of steel and iron was illuminated transparently, and gorgeous ripples visible to the naked eye spread down from the top of the mast and fell into the bilge of the fishing boat.

The melody of the loud voice continued to reverberate, and the Chinese boy who was originally huddled in the corner of the bilge frowned slightly, and a trace of puzzlement flashed in his eyes.

This 16-year-old boy is named Li Ang. His ancestors were originally from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, China. He went to Nanyang during the troubled times and famine. With his hard work and shrewdness, he gradually accumulated a fortune in Nanyang, sitting on several rubber plantations. A wealthy party.

It's a pity that the descendants of the descendants fell into disrepair, and in Li Ang's father's generation, the family property has been ruined. In addition, he is a bad gambler, and he actually invested all the remaining land deed real estate in the casino, which was in vain.

Under the poverty, Li Ang's mother died of depression, and his father, who was addicted to gambling, was cut off for cheating. The donkeys borrowed by Li Ang's father refused to give up. Zixian threatened to dig three feet out of the ground to find Li Ang, and asked him to sell his kidneys to make up for the usury, so as to make an example to others.

Fortunately, there is no unparalleled road, before the loan sharks caught him, Li Ang gritted his teeth and pawned a pair of jade bracelets that his mother had secretly left for him. After raising a sum of money, he fled and boarded the ship. A stowaway ship sailing to a foreign land.

However, the rest of the smugglers who were sleeping with him in the bottom deck could never have imagined that this ordinary Chinese boy was shocked by the lightning just now and awakened the memory of his previous life.

"It's been a thousand years in a flash"

The cowardly boy who was timid suddenly stood up from among the quail-like smugglers, walked to the round window in two or three steps, and looked at the churning waves outside the window through the dirty and blurred glass.

At this moment, Li Ang's face has completely faded from his youthful innocence, and the vicissitudes of life in his eyes are shining with a deep light like an abyss like an ocean.

In his previous life, he was originally a qi training alchemist who lived in seclusion in the mountains during the Han Dynasty. He specialized in transforming into wild beasts such as Zhuyan, Taotie, Qiongqi, and Qilin. The thunder tribulation caused by returning to the void is dead.

Before the oil ran out and the lamp dried up, he used the method of military solution and put his soul into reincarnation, hoping that one day he could awaken his memory and start his journey again.

The young man stared at the slightly tanned Chinese boy in the mirror, and muttered to himself in Luoyang official dialect of the Han Dynasty: "Everything is different in the vicissitudes of life. If this is the case, I will abandon my previous name and call myself 'Li Ang' from now on. "

He smiled calmly, walked back to the crowded bilge, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated on trying to sense the aura of heaven and earth, but unexpectedly found that the thunderstorm area that should be full of aura was like a desert, only when the thunder and lightning fell. A thin strand of spiritual power.

Li Ang frowned, retrieving the memories in his mind.

It turns out that since King Wu conquered Shang, the aura of heaven and earth gradually disintegrated. In the Han Dynasty, King Huainan still practiced Taoism and flew immortals.

Human beings are expanding rapidly in modern society, and the barren hills and wildernesses that were originally considered a paradise have been ruthlessly invaded by the steel city, making it even more difficult to cultivate.

It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and an alchemist can be a castle in the sky without aura.

"Oh, bad luck."

Li Ang secretly made one or two handprints, and before the end of the thunderstorm, he hurriedly collected a few wisps of faint aura, and gathered them to the sea of ​​consciousness between his brows.

In his previous life, he studied extensively and learned extremely miscellaneously, from the upright, straightforward and magnificent Taoist mentality, to the secret treasures of Buddhism in one flower and one world, and even the poisonous and evil Gu art in the Southern Wasteland, the shaman witch in the Northern Desert, etc. Knowing a little about mantras, it can be said that the two-legged humanoid walks on its own to practice the library, but there is no need to worry about the lack of cultivation methods.

The clouds and the rain are gone, the raging waves that looked like the end of the world just now disappeared in a few breaths, and the peaceful sea surface was so quiet that it seemed like a lifetime ago, only a lonely crescent moon was left to adorn the starry sky.

The night scene of the brightly lit metropolis in the far distance shocked the boss of the boat, and he picked up the radio to contact the contact person in Gotham port.

This storm helped the smuggling boat a lot. It is impossible for the Coast Guard stationed on the west coast to go out to patrol the sea at this time. The boss of the boat cheered up and told the sailors to carefully avoid the searchlights of Gotham port, and silently sail towards the sea where the light does not shine. to the dark corner.

click,

The trap door of the bilge was opened, and the disheveled and distressed sailor shouted to the stowaways: "We've arrived at our destination, please keep your voice down when you get ashore. Do you hear me clearly?"

Everyone looked at each other and nodded silently.

The boat boss turned on the walkie-talkie and muttered a few words with ease, and a medium-sized refrigerated fish transport truck marked with the words "Main Company" slowly drove to the shore where the fishing boat was standing.

A big black man with a big waist and a round face got off the driver's seat of the truck, and after a few pleasantries with the ship's boss, he asked the sailors to lead the stowaways into the truck compartment.

Li Ang was crowded among the smugglers. Since he planned to practice for a long time, he needed a stable identity. Let's follow the crowd for now and see how the situation goes.

The truck started the engine, and the Nanyang smugglers huddled together in the cabin whispered to each other, talking about the upcoming better life.

Here are well-paying jobs, here is a sound infrastructure, here is the hope that the hometown is scarce.

Really?

Li Ang endured the sour smell from his body that had not been bathed for dozens of days, and a playful sneer rose from the corner of his mouth.

Gotham, here I come.

(End of this chapter)