From a scholar to a villain, I was a good person at the beginning

"Hehehe..." Kong Qingxian couldn't help but laugh, as if she was watching the audience in the stands who were extremely excited.

In the pale world, Jiang Zheng roared, and he felt that a mysterious power suddenly poured into his body, and two warm currents flowed into his lower abdomen.

The extreme grief caused him to spit blood and faint...

After an unknown amount of time, Kong Qing's laughter disappeared, and when Jiang Zheng opened his eyes again.

There was nothing in sight. Jiang Youcai was gone, and Hu Liang also disappeared.

The cliffs are empty and the wind is cold.

"grandfather……"

Jiang Zheng's eyes were red and his lower abdomen was emitting bursts of light.

A ray of setting sun fell, and the light in my lower abdomen gradually went out.

"Low-grade spiritual roots...are they actually feasible?"

Kong Qing's voice sounded, and he was slightly surprised to find that Jiang Zheng's spiritual root aptitude had been upgraded from inferior to lower quality.

"Empty Love"

Jiang Zheng spoke, his voice was frighteningly calm. He struggled to stand up, the light in his eyes was terrifying.

"Boy, that old guy pulled that cultivator and sacrificed his spiritual roots to you. Now you have low-grade spiritual roots. How do you feel?" Kong Qingxian's voice was a little teasing.

"If the price is my grandfather's life, I would rather not have this low-grade spiritual root!"

Jiang Zheng clenched his hands, his heart felt as if it was pierced by countless steel needles, the pain was so severe that he was suffocating.

"Hahaha, life and death are determined by fate and have no influence on us!

Boy, be content, this is cultivation!"

Kong Qing laughed and said, "Of course, you can go back to reading your book now."

"Studying? Cultivating immortality? Hahahaha..." Jiang Zheng covered his face with his hands. His laughter was low and gradually became unbridled. It swung out from the cliff and excitedly echoed among the mountains.

Suddenly, his eyes became firm, and he said coldly:

“What’s the point of studying?!

Ten years of hard study and knowledge are not as good as having a sword in hand in one day! "

"Grandpa, just wait and see. Zheng'er won't let you down... I've cultivated this immortal!"

Jiang Zheng took a step forward, stepped on Song Caihua's headless body, and walked down the mountain with his sword in hand.

The mountain wind blew up his robe, and he took two steps, one step, two steps...his steps became more and more firm!

At this moment, the ignorant scholar had died, and the only one left was a young man who was devoted to seeking the truth.

He walked to the foot of the mountain, came to a straight pine tree, looked at the mountain in front of him, raised his sword and carved on the tree:

Tomb of Jiang Youcai

——Unfilial Son Jiang Zhengming

Pines and cypresses serve as monuments, and green mountains as tombs.

…

The sun has set.

"Why haven't Dad and Zheng'er come back yet?" Su Ning'er had already prepared the food at the dining table. She paced back and forth anxiously, feeling very worried.

"Don't worry, I'll go out and look for it right away," Jiang Dashan stood up from his chair and comforted.

"How do we find him? Do you know where Daddy took Zheng'er?"

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the window and a piece of paper floated in from the window.

Su Ning'er and the other person looked at each other. She bent down and picked up the paper on the ground. It was a letter.

Jiang Dashan quickly moved closer and read:

"Dad, Mom! Grandpa wants to take me to seek immortality. You don't have to wait for me and Grandpa for dinner. I am unfilial. Don't worry about me.

——Three kowtows"

The next moment, the couple immediately threw away the letter in their hands and rushed out.

"Zheng'er! Zheng'er, where are you? Mother knows you are here. If you want to seek the immortals and ask for the way, mother won't stop you. Come out and see mother soon."

Su Ning'er stood outside the door and shouted, looking around for Jiang Zheng. For her, this letter came too suddenly, so suddenly that she couldn't accept it.

"Zheng'er! Zheng'er!" Jiang Dashan was also extremely anxious and looked everywhere for Jiang Zheng.

“Wuwuwu…”

Su Ning'er was in tears, her head was buzzing, and her body was unstable.

Jiang Dashan rushed forward to support her. She lay in the man's arms and cried bitterly, her heart was broken.

The neighbors were alarmed and came out of their houses one after another.

"Dashan, what happened to Azheng's mother?"

"Yeah, Dashan, please don't bully Azheng's mother..."

"Brother Dashan, what's going on?"

Facing the questions from neighbors, Jiang Dashan sighed, shook his head, and hugged Su Ning'er tightly.

"Dad, Mom..."

At the corner of the dark alley, Jiang Zheng hid behind the corner. Under the moonlight, his face was blurred, two lines of tears silently slid down, and his heart was broken!

He knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times in the direction of his parents, and slowly stood up.

"Forgive my child for being unfilial..."

After doing all this, he disappeared into the darkness amid Kong Qingxian's playful laughter and walked out of the village alone.

"Brother Dashan! I think I saw A Zheng just now!"

Someone pointed at the alley where Jiang Zheng disappeared and shouted loudly.

The couple looked up quickly, but the alley was pitch black and there was no one in sight.

…

Above the rolling green hills, shrouded in clouds and mist, a snow-white sword passed by at a high speed.

There were two figures standing above.

"Huh? Why does that person's back feel familiar?" Lin Muxi stood on the long sword and looked down.

"What's wrong, disciple?" the man asked softly.

"Nothing? Master, how far are we from the sect?"

“It will take only half a day,” the man replied.

"oh"

Lin Muxi nodded, opened the envelope in her hand again, frowned, and deep worry emerged in her beautiful eyes.

"Jiang Zheng! Where have you been, you idiot? You didn't even come out to see me...

Humph! I curse you to become an immortal soon! "

"Another immortal!"

On the small path in the woods, Jiang Zheng raised his head and looked at the light passing by overhead, feeling longing.

Last night, he used two letters to say goodbye to his parents and Lin Muxi. Just two letters were enough to say goodbye to his hometown.

He had a hard time last night in the cave, having to be on guard against wild beasts and illusory ghosts at all times. He was lucky to have survived the long night.

He was already starving, but what made him even more uncomfortable than hunger was confusion. Where should he go to find immortals? Where should he go to ask for the way?

He walked forward aimlessly with a sword and a gourd hanging around his waist. When he came to a cave, he was so tired that he went in and sat down against the stone wall.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and took out an exquisite little bag from his arms.

"Kong Qing, what is this?"

Jiang Zheng asked curiously. He fiddled with it for a long time but couldn't open it. Even when he looked through the gap, he couldn't see anything. But he could clearly feel that there were a lot of heavy things inside.

"Although the storage bag is of the lowest quality, it is not something that a mere Qi-refining cultivator can afford. Hehehehe... kid, you may have offended a force that you cannot afford to offend. Be careful that someone may retaliate against you."

Kong Qing's voice sounded, and then he appeared from between Jiang Zheng's eyebrows, picked up the storage bag and weighed it.

"Why can't it be opened? What do you have..."

He only cared about what was inside, and ignored all the talk of revenge. He didn't believe that the person behind the other party could really find him. Isn't that a fantasy?

Before Jiang Zheng finished his words, Kong Qingxian appeared, picked up the storage bag, and poured out a lot of things with a clang.