Chapter 8

As soon as Mao arrived, the sun hung high in the air. Yang Xuan got up early, folded his bed, and sorted out the books pushed to the ground in order. Thanks to his rudeness, Xiuxian hall can quickly clean up the mess.

After tidying up the room, Yang Xuan went to the courtyard, glanced at the corner of the courtyard, and finally took a few bundles of firewood from the corner and began to chop. As before, there are only two important things for him to wake up every day, one is reading and the other is cooking.

As for what happened last night, he has deliberately chosen to forget it

The sound of chopping firewood sounded in the yard. Two or three times later, it suddenly stopped.

Yang Xuan looked at his muscular arm and was stunned. Although his skin was quite white before, now he always feels that his arms are whiter than before, and his muscles are full of strength. Just now he used half of his normal strength to cut a mark on the wet wood

Yang Xuan was surprised.

In order to make sure it wasn't an illusion, he immediately stood the wood on the wood pier where he was chopping wood, held the axe with both hands, and the side of the sharp blade was in an arc. It glowed cold in the sun. Then he cut the wood hard. With a "click", the wood was directly split in two from the middle. Finally, the remaining potential of the axe was not reduced, and he cut deeply on the wood Pier

Yang Xuan was surprised this time. Since he was five or six years old, he began to chop firewood by himself. He has been chopping firewood for more than ten years. Today, it seems that he doesn't have much effort, and his strength has never been as strong as today. The young man faintly felt that he wouldn't be tired even if he chopped for a day. He immediately erected the second piece of wood on the wooden pier and held the axe in his hand. After thinking about it, he used 30% of his strength in the past to chop on the wood. The wood "clicked" and split from the middle.

Yang Xuan was stunned.

It was a long time before he guessed some possibilities.

Is it the bead?

As soon as the bead entered the body yesterday, Yang Xuan felt that there was terrible energy in it. At the beginning, the energy was out of his control and ran around, resulting in a heavy injury to his whole body. Later, when he could hardly stand it, he seemed to hear a mysterious formula in his brain. He followed the formula with a try attitude, which alleviated his pain.

After practicing that formula, the boy's pain recovered miraculously. No wonder when I wake up in the morning, I feel very energetic, and my mind is clear and my eyes are bright. My strength seems to be endless. It should be the blessing of this bead

Is this a sign of becoming an immortal?

Yang Xuan is no stranger to the word "immortal". This is what he has been pursuing silently since he was sensible. Only by cultivating immortals can he become strong. Only by cultivating immortals can he do what he wants to do... Unfortunately, he is inferior to a servant in the Yang family and has no chance to get in touch with Xiuxian.

A few days ago, his aunt asked him if he wanted to leave the Yang family and whether he wanted to know how his parents died. At that time, he replied that he didn't want to leave. It doesn't matter if he didn't know. But... How can it be okay? He replied, will my aunt tell him? He remembered asking his uncle when he was young. He dared not forget his expression at that time. He grabbed his arm and stared at him for more than ten seconds. He shook off his hand and walked away without looking back. His arms were full of blue and purple finger prints. At that time, he was too frightened to move, and he still had lingering palpitations in the next few years.

It was because of these experiences that he never mentioned it to his parents in the future.

But if you don't mention it, it doesn't mean you don't want to.

As long as he was free, he would think of these things. He scratched his heart and lungs to know how his parents died. He dreamed of leaving the Yang family and the courtyard where he had been under house arrest for 16 years. Now he has the hope to become an immortal. He wants to make himself strong. He wants to find out all his questions. He doesn't want to live foolishly!

Thinking of this, there was a knock on the door in the silent courtyard.

The knock on the door was not light or heavy, and it was not urgent or slow for three times. My aunt came yesterday. Why did she come again today? Is it because of last night?

Yang Xuan took back his thoughts, rolled down his sleeves, adjusted his clothes and opened the door.

It's really Yang Qianxue.

As before, he respectfully called each other and led them in.

Yang Qianxue walked into the yard, saw the firewood scattered on the ground and asked, "haven't you eaten yet?"

"Haven't eaten yet. Do you want to join me? I'll cook noodles now." Yang Xuan immediately returned.

"Don't bother."

Yang Qianxue looked at the marks of the axe on the wooden pier and the knife on the wooden pier... Without any trace, he raised his eyebrows and said, "stay here these days. Don't go out. The city Lord's mansion hasn't found the stolen treasure for a day, and the Xiuxian hall won't stop for a day. The thief doesn't know where to hide now. You need to pay attention alone."

Yang Xuan looked at his aunt and wanted to stop talking.

Yang Qianxue smiled and said, "make good use of the bag of silver money I sent yesterday. Don't reveal it. Be careful to be missed."

With that, without waiting for Yang Xuan to answer, he turned and went out of the yard.

Leaving the courtyard, Yang Qianxue's Willow eyebrows suddenly frowned. Yesterday, she knew that when the people of Xiuxian hall went to Yang Xuan to search, it was almost two-quarters of an hour. She was still a little worried about Yang Xuan, so she went to Yang Xuan's courtyard. She didn't know that Yang Xuan was sitting on the ground covered with blood. The man behind him was dressed in black and his palm was gathering spiritual power, and was about to chop on Yang Xuan's sky spirit cover. Surprised, she immediately gathered all her spiritual power and hit the thief's hand.

Aware of the danger, the thief turned and ran away without looking back. Yang Qianxue immediately went to Yang Xuan's side and found that although Yang Xuan was covered with blood, his breath was long and powerful, and the surrounding aura gathered around him to form a aura cyclone. This is the only scene that an immortal cultivates!

At that time, she was very surprised. How did Yang Xuan learn the immortal cultivation skill? Looking at the mark of his two hands, it was not given by the Yang family. It was so complicated that even she couldn't understand it. In addition, the purity of his aura is also comparable to that of general Aura!

Seeing here, Yang Qianxue had a faint guess in her heart at that time

Everyone has their own secrets. She only feels that the child is not easy.

Eldest brother doesn't allow Yang Xuan to fix immortals. He wants the child to live here like an ordinary person all his life, but how can she bear it? Or that sentence, what if Yang Xuan, like his father, has one in a million talents? Isn't that unfair to Yang Xuan?

Looking at Yang Xuan's young face, Yang Qianxue wanted to ask him about it, but finally left straight.

Since God can't stop Yang Xuan from cultivating immortals, she can't stop as an aunt.

Just pretend you didn't come here last night.

Just think you don't know anything