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It was raining heavily outside.

　　In the dim room, a young man was lying tiredly on the bare bed without bedding, mumbling to himself.

　　This is not the first time that the child has talked in his sleep, and his dreams record all his happiness and sorrow.

　　In the dream, the child was digging bean roots in the mountains. This is a plant that even wild boars are unwilling to eat, but it is undoubtedly a delicious delicacy in years of famine. The child was very happy that day. For the first time, he dug up three large and intact bean roots, and an old bamboo shoot that had not yet rotted. This time, it was enough for his mother and himself to eat for a few days.

　　Seeing that it was getting dark, the child put away the tattered iron cattail, hid the bean roots and old bamboo shoots in his small arms, and went down the mountain.

　　There is a small village at the foot of the mountain. It is not big, surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side. It has been isolated from the outside world for generations. It seems that someone is getting married today. Several tables and chairs have been set up early in the open space at the east end of the village, and faded red cloths are hung. Many women are playing leaf games there, waiting to see the bride and to have a bowl of food from the flattering family.

　　The child walked past the entrance of the village with a look of longing in his eyes, but he did not stop and hurried home holding the bean root.

　　He was afraid that some ruffians would see him digging out the food and snatch it away.

　　They passed through one thatched hut after another and finally stopped at a small hut at the end of the village. The child walked in. On the bed in the hut lay a skinny woman. If it weren't for the movement of her chest, one would have thought it was a dried corpse.

　　After the child entered the room, he immediately put down the bean roots and bamboo shoots, and scooped a ladle of water from the large earthenware jar in the corner. He did not drink a sip himself. Instead, he came to the edge of the bed, lifted up his mother's back, and gently placed the ladle against her lips.

　　"Mom, drink some water first. I'll make you some stew later. I dug a lot of food from the mountains today."

　　The woman swallowed her saliva forcefully, and then a smile appeared on her face: "Okay, so good, so good..."

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　　Time flies like a dream.

　　The bean roots and bamboo shoots had been eaten long ago. With the arrival of the scorching summer, the only thing left to eat on the mountain is probably the tree bark.

　　There were no more voices of children in the village, and many adults had already packed their bags and fled the famine.

　　The child and his mother had been hungry for nearly half a month and had no work, so they had to go to the big mound at the west end of the village and dig out some bones. These bones had to be picked out, as many had been sucked and there was not much marrow left for nutrition, but there were some small pieces that had not grown into human form, and there were still some skull parts. They used the tender pieces of tree trunks to make a soup, and who knew they might be able to survive until autumn.

　　When the child sneaked back home with a few bones, he found the door was half open.

　　The child ran in hurriedly, not caring about the few broken bones scattered in the yard. He only saw his mother sitting up from the bed and changing into the rarely worn clothes that were placed under the bed.

　　"Mother, why are you sitting up? The doctor must have said that you were not well yet and you got out of bed."

　　"Son, come here."

　　The child obediently walked to his mother. The woman looked at him kindly and touched the child's face with her dry hands. The child still remembers the warmth, the warmth from the bottom of his heart.

　　Finally.

　　As the last moments passed, the woman whispered in the child's ear: "Son, do you know what your name is?"

　　The child shook his head. He didn't know, and he hadn't known since he was a child. Everyone in the village called him a fool and a idiot.

　　"Then you must remember that your name is Xu You. The Xu of the Xu family is also the Xu of the Xu country and the world. You is the same as the You of Wenguiyoutong. Remember this."

　　The child nodded. He didn't quite understand, but he remembered it.

　　"That's good. That's good."

　　That year was the 32nd year of Hongqing in Daxia, a year of disaster and the most disastrous year since the war between Xia and Man.

　　That year, a woman died in a small mountain village in Xuzhou.

　　That year, there was only one child left in the huge village, but he walked out.

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　　After seven years, the world has its times of decline, but it also has its times of improvement.

　　Jiangnan has been a rich land since ancient times. Under the century-long stable rule of Daxia, the area was full of merchants and enjoyed luxury and prosperity.

　　There is a holy lake in Chizhou, Jiangnan. It occupies nearly half the size of Chizhou and is shrouded in mist all year round. It is even rumored that there is a dragon lurking there. It has attracted countless literati, poets, and immortals to visit and write poems about it. It is quite famous in Daxia.

　　At this time, the aroma of freshly caught and slaughtered fish porridge from the porridge stall on the shore spreads half a mile away.

　　Suddenly there was a splash and the water surged.

　　A young man, soaking wet, climbed up from the bank of the porridge stall, with his simple cloth draped over his sturdy body, causing the women drinking porridge at the stall to blush, their hearts beat fast, and their legs to become weak.

　　The shopkeeper, who was staring at the holy lake in a daze at first, suddenly lost his worry and quickly cleared a table and chairs and served warm rice wine: "I said this young man is good at swimming, but he scared me half to death. If you get into trouble in the lake, the government will definitely take my shop away."

　　Xu You took the warmed old yellow wine, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "There is no dragon in this water. Legends are just legends after all."

　　Hearing Xu You say this, the shopkeeper shook his head: "Really?"

　　Xu You nodded, took out a wine gourd from his waist, and handed it to the store owner: "Well, the store owner will pour another pot of wine."

　　"Okay."

　　After leaving the village, Xu You wandered around Da Xia. Fortunately, when he was hungry and cold, he met an old cultivator who was dying. He learned half of his skills and became half his disciple.

　　Before the old cultivator passed away, he was told to train in the mortal world for seven years, and then go to an immortal cultivation sect called Tianjimen to join the sect.

　　Seven years passed quickly, and Chizhou was the only way to Tianji Gate and also the nearest city. After entering the city, Xu You planned to find a porridge stall by the lake to relieve his hunger before going to kick the gate. On the way, the owner of the porridge stall talked to him about the legend of the Sleeping Dragon in the Holy Lake.

　　Xu You, who had already entered the way of immortality, was naturally interested in these bizarre stories. He told the shopkeeper that he was an excellent swimmer and could hold his breath in water for a long time, then jumped into the lake to catch the dragon.

　　This is how the scene just now happened. As for whether there is a real dragon living in the Holy Lake, as Xu You said, probably not.

　　After taking a short rest at the porridge stall and making his thin cloth clothes slightly dry, Xu You took the pot of wine, said a polite goodbye to the shop owner, got on his horse and continued on his journey.

　　The autumn wind is blowing, and the chill penetrates into my heart.

　　Walking on the gravel road along the lakeside and gazing at the sparkling waves of the Holy Lake, Xu You found that his journey was beginning to become a little boring. If he had not been ordered by his master to travel around the nine states before going to kick the door, he would probably have returned to that small village to spend the rest of his life.

　　Just when Xu You was feeling depressed, several big splashes suddenly appeared in the center of the lake.

　　There were several loud bangs.

　　Xu You was startled and turned his head to look. Thirty feet away on the lake, thirty black-clad swordsmen were standing on the water, staring at a mahogany pleasure boat in the lake with serious expressions.

　　"kill--"

　　At the command of the leading swordsman, more than 30 swordsmen rushed towards the pleasure boat. The cold light of their swords was dazzling, almost covering up all the brilliance of the holy lake. Those with good martial arts skills rushed into the pleasure boat first. After about ten breaths, several fresh and warm corpses were thrown out and fell into the bottomless lake.

　　Immediately afterwards, an invisible air wave emerged from the pleasure boat, and the swordsman who had not yet entered the boat was forced back ten steps away.

　　"Look, there's a fairy!"

　　"What the hell are you looking at? There's a fight going on in the mountains. Hurry up and leave."

　　The crowd on the lakeshore was talking about it, and some sharp-eyed people had already begun to retreat to avoid getting into trouble.

　　Xu You, who loved to join in the fun, stood by the lake, holding his horse and sighing: "These people are really barbaric. They can fight in public."

　　As he was sighing, a man in red emerged from the top of the boat, stood steadily on the lake, looked around at the swordsmen coldly without saying a word.

　　Xu You looked into the distance.

　　She was a young woman wearing a skirt embroidered with red flowers. The red skirt was outlined with a fire phoenix pattern in gold thread. She had a pretty face with her hair tied up and a hairpin in her hair. Her expression was dignified and solemn, but her brows were gentle. Her skin was whiter than snow, and her figure was tall yet smooth. Perhaps because she was facing an enemy that was dozens of times more numerous than her, a few drops of sweat oozed from her beautiful cheeks, and she was obviously a little exhausted.

　　Xu You leaned against the old horse helplessly and sighed, "What a pity."

　　Old Ma raised his proud head high, breathing heavily, as if to say: What's a pity? Why don't you just go and save it?

　　She sighed and lamented, but in the blink of an eye, the calm lake surface became dull and strange, and footsteps in black touched the water and moved to more than ten steps in front of the woman.

　　"Dongfang Lan, just surrender. Maybe the Palace Master can give you a chance to live." The hoarse and magnetic voice sounded like he was over fifty years old, an old man.

　　Xu You was watching the excitement when he suddenly heard a voice behind his ear.

　　"Hehuan Palace, the little girl is in trouble this time."

　　The one who spoke was the porridge stall owner. He walked from the porridge stall on the shore to Xu You's side, looked at the battle in the lake and said, "He has no sword on his waist and eagle claws on his gloves. It seems to be the legendary flower eagle. This is the first time I have seen such a scene of catching people."

　　Xu You's lips curled up slightly, and he said in a teasing tone: "Wow, the shop owner has a broad vision."

　　"Haha, the shop has received many travelers who traveled around the world, and I heard a lot from them."

　　"I am a fledgling in the martial arts world, would you mind telling me something, store owner?"

　　The shopkeeper glanced at Xu You and said:

　　"...The Hehuan Palace robbed the flowers to save the world and committed illegal acts. The disciples in the palace were all dressed in black and masked, carrying scimitars. Among them, those with flower-patterned cloth strips tied to the handles were even more amazing. They were the 108 Heavenly Gangs and Earthly Fiends..."

　　"…There are also the Nine Palace Guardians above him. The old man has an iron claw in one hand. He should be the Eagle Palace Guardian who has killed countless people. His nickname is Flower Eagle. If the people of Daxia encounter him, they will either kill him on sight or run away faster than a dog."

　　"Oh, then what category does the shopkeeper belong to if he doesn't run away?"

　　The shopkeeper grinned at Xu You and said flatteringly:

　　"Young Master, you held your breath and entered the lake earlier, so you must be from the mountains. Even if you can't defeat that old ghost Eagle Claw, it shouldn't be a problem to hold him off for a while and let him escape, right?"

　　"laugh--"

　　Xu You sneered and said, "If I were to lead someone to escape, I would lead the girl in the lake. What would I accomplish by leading you to escape?"

　　After hearing this, the smile on the shopkeeper's face disappeared, and he silently retreated behind Xu You, ready to escape at any time, becoming the kind of person who runs faster than a dog.

　　"Form a sword formation!"

　　While the two were chatting on the shore, the situation in the lake changed. The remaining swordsmen surrounded the woman in the red skirt, and mist rose around them, making it increasingly hazy.

　　Xu You pondered for a moment, pulled the reins of the old horse, hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and said, "Let's go, store owner."

　　In his opinion, the swordsman had already formed a formation. Although the woman was extremely beautiful, her beauty could not be used as a weapon. If nothing unexpected happened, the woman would be taken down within ten moves.

　　Unless someone comes to rescue him, but that person definitely won't be himself. For a casual cultivator like him to offend an immortal sect just for beauty is a losing deal no matter how you look at it.

　　Following closely behind, Xu You stepped away with one foot.

　　Green sword energy came from the sky and swept across the entire lake. The man holding the sword was wearing a white Taoist robe with ink patterns. His figure was floating like a green dragon. The sword energy broke through the sword formation. With a single sword, all the swordmen died in the Holy Lake. He then floated to the top of the pleasure boat, holding the beautiful red woman in his arms.

　　The woman was injured in the face of the enemy, but she was not excited about being rescued. She hid her emotions well and complained to the sword-wielding man who came over, "Why did you come so late?"

　　As for the latter.

　　Xu You did not overhear. He lay on the old horse with his hands on the wine and left the disturbance. However, there was a look of surprise on his face, which was usually calm. "Hua Yun Qinglong, that sword cultivator is so young. He is probably not much older than me."

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　　Seven days later, at Tianji Gate, in front of the mountain gate.

　　Under the white stone archway, there are two statues of strange beasts whose names cannot be told. They do not look very majestic, but rather a bit lonely.

　　Hoof tatt, hoof tatt.

　　An old horse with clumsy legs and feet appeared under the Tianji Gate archway. Riding on it was a young man who was drinking and admiring the flowers and plants by the roadside. He came to the plaque of Tianji Gate and uttered two words: "Broken, broken."

　　The words were like the laws of heaven and earth, and a haze descended over the area of ​​a hundred miles around Tianji Gate.

　　Later, it was rumored in the world of immortal cultivation that a young Confucian cultivator shattered the Tianji Sect's protective formation with a single finger, broke through half of the Tianji Sect's mountaintop with a single foot, and fought against hundreds of Tianji Sect cultivators alone. He was at the Guiling realm and faced the Tianji Sect's leader who was at the Huayun realm without showing any fear. Finally, he fought three more rounds in a desperate situation. After three rounds, the Tianji Sect leader died on the spot. Although the young Confucian cultivator was seriously injured, he became the new Tianji Sect leader afterwards.

　　The young Confucian cultivator entered the Huayun realm at the age of only seventeen, and his cultivation speed was almost as fast as that of Su Qingshan, the number one genius in Jiuzhou.

　　From then on, there was no more Jian Ge Qinglong genius in the world of immortal cultivation, but two new heroes emerged.

　　Among the two heroes, there is naturally Xu You, who inherited the master's kindness and kicked the mountain gate to become the new leader. It is also an interesting story how a poor child transformed into a world-famous hero.

　　But the sect leader had nothing to do on weekdays. To put it bluntly, the sect leader was just a mascot of the sect. There was nothing big to do. He just enjoyed the offerings behind the scenes. Later, Xu You began to read books in the library of Tianji Sect. He read for ten years and read so much that even the immortal cultivation world had forgotten about this person.

　　The spring of the forty-ninth year of Hongqing.

　　The mountains of Tianji Sect were covered with weeping crabapples. The boy had shed his immaturity and grown into a gentle and elegant young man. He walked out of the mountain gate holding a half-written book without words. When he left the mountain, he appointed a new sect leader and did not tell when he would return.

　　He traveled alone in Daxia again, but this time Xu You changed the scenery. He did not visit human cities, but went to immortal sects and remote forbidden areas.

　　He fought all the way, from the first level of Huayun to the ninth level of Huayun. Before he was ready to break through Huayun and enter Dongxu, Xu You arrived at the Jianmu forbidden area of ​​Daxia and sat cross-legged on the ground for more than a month. Then he went to Hengduan Forest and Julong Mountain.