The autumn wind is rustling and the cold is striking.

    At this time, it was evening, the sky was dark, and the pedestrians on the road were in twos and threes.

    This autumn in Taiping City is earlier and colder than in previous years.

    The scarlet high wall stands horizontally on the side of the long street, blocking the flying leaves.

    Bang!

    A heavy object landed.

    "JOJO."

    The little sparrow started, flew up from the branch, fluttered its wings and ran away.

    Several leaves fell at random, slipped by Niu Yuan''s proud face and fell to the ground silently.

    Yang Xuan''s emaciated body fell to the ground, and severe pain hit his whole body.

    The cold bluestone ground is very cold. It feels terrible when you fall from a few meters away.

    But Yang Xuan''s face was expressionless. He struggled to get up, expressionless, and then walked. Although he limped, he was very firm and walked away from the cow again.

    This is the eighth time he has got up.

    Niu Yuan was finally a little scared. He gasped and said fiercely, "crazy... Crazy, let you go today, change... Pick you up another day, i... let''s go."

    Looking at the back of Niu Yuan and several servants, severe pain hit. Yang Xuan finally couldn''t support it. With a plop, he fell to the ground.

    The sky is gray, with no stars and no moon.

    Yang Xuan lay quietly on the ground, motionless, staring at the sky.

    Like his heart, it was dead.

    "If this son gains power one day, there will be a bloody storm in the world."

    He remembered what the fortune teller said to his mother when he was a child.

    They all think that children can''t understand, but who knows that in this small body, there is an earth man from the 21st century.

    Yang Xuan smiled bitterly. The words of the fortune teller seemed to be the greatest irony to him.

    More than ten years have passed, and he can''t get the power at all.

    How can a person who is born with blocked channels gain power?

    Fifteen years ago, a wisp of his soul came to this world and became a baby of the Yang family in Taiping City, Yan state.

    Soon after he awakened his memory, his father, Yang Qingtian, died.

    Then, the greater tragedy was that he was found to be born disabled and unable to practice martial arts.

    Such news, even with his state of mind of several decades combined with his previous and subsequent lives, was unacceptable for a time.

    Someone seems to have played a big joke on him, threw him into the world, but deprived him of all his hope.

    He stared at the sky, motionless.

    The sky is silent, where it hangs silently, cold.

    Only the flickering light in the distance fell on the lonely child.

    The cold wind rises and the sky is darker.

    He got up from the ground and felt the dark blue on his forehead, but he didn''t feel any pain.

    This pain is insignificant compared with his inner pain.

    The Yang family stipulates that all children of the Yang family should learn basic internal strength from the age of six.

    Looking at a child of his age, his inner strength has already advanced by leaps and bounds, and he is now 15 years old. It has taken nearly nine years, but he still doesn''t even have a sense of Qi. How can ordinary people understand the perseverance and inner pain?

    When Yang Xuan returned to his cabin, his mother Qian was washing clothes. When she saw Yang Xuan coming back, she said, "Xiao Xuan, are you back?"

    Before she finished, she suddenly saw the injury on Yang Xuan''s face. Her voice trembled, threw down the clothes being starched, grabbed Yang Xuan and hurriedly said, "Xiao Xuan, what''s the matter with you? They... They bullied you again?"

    Before he finished, tears flashed in his eyes.

    Yang Xuan hurriedly comforted his mother and said, "it''s all right. It''s just a fall when walking. It''ll be fine in three or five days!"

    Then he cut off the topic: "Mom, I''m hungry. Do you have anything to eat!"

    Where would Qian not know Yang Xuan''s situation, and how could the dark blue on his head fall? For a time, she was full of miscellaneous things in her heart. She hugged Yang Xuan, and her tears couldn''t stop flowing down. She said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Xuan, my mother is sorry for you and has made you suffer..."

    Yang Xuan hurriedly hugged his mother and hurriedly said, "Mom, how can it be your fault? It''s because I don''t work hard and can''t practice well. I''ll be bullied. It''s none of my business!"

    Qian was even more sad when he heard the speech and couldn''t stop Nannan: "xuan''er, I''m sorry for you, I''m sorry! All this is my fault. I shouldn''t have brought you to this world."

    Qian''s heart was broken, but he had no choice but to turn into tears and wet Yang Xuan''s face!

    How can Yang Xuan not understand his mother''s inner sadness? In his previous life, he was an orphan and never felt the love from his parents. Therefore, in this life, he cherished this love.

    After dinner, I talked with my mother for a while. It was already dark.

    He went back to his room, sat on the bed and practiced the basic skills several times. However, he still had no sense of Qi.

    Yang Xuan was confused.

    He has practiced for nine years. How many nine years can he waste in his life?

    At the end of the year, when he was 16 years old, if he had not achieved three levels of internal strength, he would be expelled from the family. From then on, he would change his name and have nothing to do with the Yang family.

    Some ugly faces appeared continuously in his mind. Yang Xuan''s eyes were cold and his fists were clenched. Due to too much force, his knuckles rattled.

    Yang Xuan was never afraid of being expelled from the family. He had already lost any sense of belonging to the Yang family.

    The Yang family brought him only cold family interests. It was a relief for him to leave the Yang family one day earlier.

    He can understand that this kind of thing in any family will not value a person who can''t practice martial arts.

    But being able to understand doesn''t mean being able to accept, especially those against him. How can he forgive?

    Although the wound on his body was painful, it was less than one tenth of his inner pain.

    Just, where is the road?

    Where is the road?

    With confusion, Yang Xuan finally fell asleep.

    When he woke up again, the sky was still dark and it was still early, but Yang Xuan didn''t feel even a little sleepy.

    In his heart, he got up, put on his clothes, went out of the yard, ran like a vent, and soon ran up the back mountain of the Yang family.

    It was already rare here. In addition, it was late at night, and there was no one.

    This is also the place where Yang Xuan often comes when he is upset. Only here can Yang Xuan relax for a moment.

    Sitting next to a tree, Yang Xuan stared at the dark night sky and thought surged in his heart.

    The sky was dark, as cold as his heart.

    He took a deep breath, barely calmed his mood, stood up, straightened his clothes, was about to leave, his eyes inadvertently flashed across the sky, and suddenly gave a "eh".