Chapter 1 Miserable Boy

This is a valley, which is not desolate. The four seasons change, enabling many bankers to grow here. Therefore, there are many small villages that rely on this mountain.

The late autumn weather gradually turned cold, and the fallen leaves on the road accumulated into layers. The cold wind blew through and made the sound of salsa. On the branches with few leaves left, several sparrows screamed and flew away, shaking down a few leaves. The morning sun filled the earth. On a path, next to the big tree, several children were staring at a strange child.

"You are a monster."

"I'm not a monster."

"You are a monster."

"I'm not a monster."

"You are a monster. If you are not a monster, why do you look so ugly? Even if you are not a monster, you are a monster!"

"I'm not a monster, and I'm not a monster" boy has no strength to argue!

"Monsters, monsters, brothers, hit him." With a burst of punches and feet, the little boys ran away with victory and said, "This monster deserves to be beaten. It looks so ugly."

"I'm really not a monster, and I'm not a monster." The beaten child got up from the ground with difficulty. Although he was a little reluctant, he stood up with grief and anger on his face. "Why, everyone doesn't believe me. You don't believe me. They don't believe me. The village head doesn't believe it, even his parents don't believe it. I'm not a monster, let alone a monster, really not, woo-woo..."

With the cold wind and bleak crying, the child slowly moved to the distance. He didn't know where to go or where to go, as if the world was big, but there was no place to stand. No matter where he went, some people said that he was a monster, a monster, a broom star, disliked him, hated him, sarcastically, and even punched and kicked. Once, he hit hard, one arm was broken, and a kind-hearted blind old man saved him.

The parents don't want him, and they can't stay in the village. The children don't know where to go. Standing at the edge of the village, they desperately look at the village that is still full of smoke, and their hearts are full of grief and tears.

"I'm not a monster. I'm really not a monster. I just ate something I shouldn't eat. That's what happened. I'm Luoyang, not a monster, mom, dad, grandpa, village head, I'm really not a monster." Luoyang cried for a long time. He was tired of crying. He struggled in despair and walked far away. This time, he wanted to leave the village. Again and again, he still can't save the hearts of these former relatives. He is desperate and no longer wants to waste time here and be beaten. He is used to it and no longer wants to bear this inexplicable pain.

Luoyang, who is only 13 years old, only accidentally ate a blue flower once in three years, which caused a big disaster. At first, the skin became particularly rough, with brown in the wax yellow, but later, this layer of skin seemed to accumulate, getting thicker and thicker, and it was covered with things that looked like sores. Xi, even on his face, and there was a tumor in the middle of his eyebrows. His body was full of such sores, but it didn't get better, but it became more and more serious. After seeing many doctors, they didn't know what was going on. Originally, the villagers thought that the child was sick, sympathized with him, pity him, and had nothing to do with him. It can survive. It was not until a wandering Taoist priest came to the village. In order to show off his knowledge, he deliberately said that he had angered the mountain god and was possessed by monsters, which caused a big disaster, so he was misunderstood and excluded him everywhere. In the first two years, it was better, but it was just sarcasm. In the past year, these people have become more and more rampant, not only sarcasm, but also moved. Hit him with your hand. At first, his parents only saw him everywhere. They didn't see a good doctor, but just sighed. Later, they slowly listened to everyone's rumors and gradually began to doubt him. Recently, they didn't cook for him, and even his two younger brothers began to call him monsters.

Others are fine, and his parents have become like this. Luoyang's heart is sad and inexplicable. At the age of 13, his heart is full of hatred for life for the first time. He hates, inexplicably hates, hates everyone, and hates everything that happens to him.

"Get out of here. No one welcomes you here."

He still remembers what the village head grandfather said to him. He has been thinking about this sentence for several days. After receiving this beating today, he finally made up his mind and decided to leave here.

I staggered to the distance, slowly under the blazing sun, my warm heart was full of ice slag, and my heart was cold and painful.

Looking back at this grown-up village again, Luoyang said with hatred, "From today on, there will be no Luoyang. Since you don't want me, I'm not named Luo or Luoyang. My name is... The book says that heaven has hatred and rain is like tears. Leaving here, the only thing that accompanies me is this cloth coat, which is called cloth coat. Anyway, he is still with me.

On the sky, the sun gradually disappeared. I don't know when the clouds shrouded the land and began to rain. The sunny weather just now became impossible to walk in a blink of an eye. Rain and tears still walked far away in the rain, dragging pace step by step. If he looks back, he can see that from here, only his footsteps are getting farther and farther in the muddy soil.

If you are hungry, you can eat fruits on the roadside. If you are thirsty, you can also eat fruits on the roadside. Fortunately, it is autumn now that all kinds of fruits are ripe. Whether it is wild fruits or planted by someone, Yu tears silently went up to pick a few fruits, and then left. It doesn't matter if you are seen. At worst, it's just a beating.

After walking for a few days, he finally saw a small town, but Bu Yi didn't want to go in. He was afraid of seeing people. He already knew his experience in the small village. I'm afraid that no one in the world would welcome him in the world. Even on the road, he tried his best to avoid pedestrians. He was seen several times. Although it was just a few words of ridiculs, his heart was even more uncomfortable. Why, why did I become like this, why did these people ridicul me, what I did wrong, why, why. His heart was full of confusion and hesitation.

This is a world of practitioners. Martial arts can be seen everywhere. Although there are no legendary immortals, there are many rumors. Many people know these immortal sects, but they dare not be presumptuous and are afraid of being blamed by immortals. You can only practice martial arts first, after your body is strong, and then go to see the immortals. If you like it, you can ascend to heaven in one step, learn the legendary spells, and become immortals.

Buyi has also heard such a legend in a small village. It is said that there is a group of immortals living on Taifeng Mountain not far from the small village. I don't know whether it is true or not. Legend has it that they can do anything. Maybe they can cure their strange disease.

But when I think about it, I dare not go there. That's the fairy's residence. If my appearance scares the fairy, won't it suffer!

After all, Buyi is a child. Although he can survive outside, he still likes crowded and lively places. After staying for a few days, he finally couldn't help but want to enter the town. I found a piece of cloth and put my face around it. In this way, I entered the town tatteredly. Fortunately, there were no guards such as gatekeepers in the town, and everyone could pass.