Immortal Clan: My cultivation is the sum of my family's

The next day.

Wait until the sky turns slightly pale.

All members of the Yang family have gathered in the guest hall.

Not bad!

Just last night, Yang Xiaosheng and everyone else, today he will be taking a group of talented descendants of the Yang family to the world of cultivating immortals.

If they wanted to enter the world of immortal cultivation, they had to take a carriage early in the morning and rush to Yuncheng, which was three hundred miles away from Xuancheng.

Afterwards, take the cloud boat to enter the Qingyun Sect.

This is also the only way to enter the world of immortal cultivation within the territory of Yue State.

"Father, are you leaving so soon?"

Yang Yonglu glanced at his wife who was holding Yang Chuanrui's arm tightly with both hands and looked reluctant, and asked hesitantly.

"Yes, we must set off today."

Yang Xiaosheng nodded and said, "I estimated the time it would take for the Qingyun Sect to select disciples. Furthermore, it would take three days to get to Yuncheng. After arriving in Yuncheng, we would have to wait for the arrival of the cloud ship for some time, so we must set off today."

"I see."

Yang Yonglu sighed slightly, walked over to Yang Chuanrui and his mother, and warned them, "Chuanrui, after leaving Xuancheng, you must obey your grandfather's orders and never act recklessly..."

the other side.

The eldest daughter, Yang Ru, held Yang Xiu's hands and said with envy, "Little sister, congratulations on finally escaping the sea of ​​suffering. This time you can follow father to the world of immortal cultivation. Maybe you can even become a legendary immortal."

Yesterday, she found out unexpectedly.

As early as three years ago, Yang Ru's husband went to Kyoto to take the imperial examination.

Although he still failed the exam, he was noticed by a princess by chance.

In order to marry into the royal family, the other party resolutely chose to abandon his wife and children.

It is conceivable what the daughter of the Yang family, whom the old man loves the most, has experienced over the years.

Hear the words.

Yang Xiu managed a rare smile and nodded gently, saying, "If it is really as my father said, if I can enter the immortal sect to practice, I will definitely work hard and never let you down again."

The words have not yet fallen.

Yang Xiu's eldest son had a complicated expression and red eyes, and quietly came to her side.

"mother……"

The young man, whose real name is Ji Liang, opened his lips slightly, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Since he was diagnosed with four types of pseudo spiritual roots, Yang Xiaosheng decided to let him stay in the Yang family temporarily.

Yang Xiu's expression changed slightly. He held Ji Liang's thin cheeks with both hands and said in a hoarse voice, "Liang'er, you stay here for a while to help your uncle manage the Yang family. When there's a chance in the future, mother will definitely come back to pick you up."

Ji Liang pursed his lips and nodded heavily.

At this time.

Yang Xiaosheng glanced at everyone and said loudly, "It's almost time, let's set off."

After a stick of incense.

Prevent unnecessary trouble along the way.

Yang Xiaosheng wore a conical hat and coarse clothes, dressed as a coachman and drove the carriage himself, while Yang Xiu and his party sat in the carriage.

soon.

Under the gaze of Yang Yonglu and his party, the carriage left the Yang family mansion and headed out of the city.

at this time.

Yang Yongshu, who was hiding not far away, finally came out from the shadows.

The news of Yang Xiaosheng and his group's departure was told to him by his elder brother Yang Yonglu last night.

As for being kicked out of the Yang family, he didn't actually hold a grudge against anyone; he simply felt he deserved it. He came today not only to see his old father off, but also to see off the children he hadn't fulfilled their responsibilities to.

"Second brother!"

Yang Yonglu smiled, walked over and said, "Father said that after he leaves, he will let you return to the Yang family."

"But, we agreed in advance that we can't gamble anymore!"

Yang Yongshu's face was expressionless as he shook his head and said, "Boss, I appreciate your kindness, but I haven't thought about returning to the Yang family yet."

Yang Ru walked over, her brows furrowed slightly, and said, "Second brother, Dad and the others have already left, why are you still arguing?"

Yang Yongshu waved his hand and insisted, "I'm already in my forties. It's time for me to plan my life. I don't want to live in this muddle anymore."

Say it.

Yang Yonglu shifted his gaze, glanced at his nephews, and then left with a smile.

Dead of night.

Dark clouds covered the sky above Xuancheng.

Not long after, just a few days after the weather cleared up, heavy snow began to fall again.

The old house of the Yang family.

Yang Yongshu stood in the middle of the courtyard with his hands behind his back, letting the heavy snow fall on him.

At this time.

"Cough cough cough..."

A coughing sound came from a side room.

Upon hearing this, Yang Yongshu frowned, then pushed open the door following the sound.

next moment.

A strong and pungent smell of blood hit my nose.

Then, he vaguely saw a figure lying on the ground.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Yang Yongshu's face darkened and he shouted.

After a few breaths.

A weak and hoarse voice sounded.

"Young man, please help...help me get some water."

"You haven't answered me yet!"

"water……"

moment.

Yang Yongshu came to the side room again with a lantern in his left hand and a pot of cold tea in his right hand.

By the light of the lamp, he could also see the appearance of the people on the earth clearly.

This is an old man wearing a black robe, with thin cheeks, a nodding chin and white beard.

The old man seemed to have suffered some serious injury. His face was pale and blood was constantly flowing out of his mouth and nose.

It's not hard to find.

The old man was Zhou Xuan, the spy from the Demon Sect lurking in the Qingyun Sect.

"Old man, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Yongshu exhausted all his strength to help Zhou Xuan onto the bed, and then said this in confusion.

"water……"

Zhou Xuan closed his eyes slightly and tried to speak again.

Yang Yongshu was stunned for a moment, then immediately picked up the teapot and fed Zhou Xuan some water.

After a long time.

Under Yang Yongshu's care, Zhou Xuan first drank water and then took some medicine, and finally came to his senses.

"Junior, what's your name?"

Zhou Xuan leaned his back against the wall, took a quick look at Yang Yongshu, and asked.

Yang Yongshu curled his lips and answered irrelevantly, "You haven't told me yet, who are you? And why are you appearing in my Yang family's old house?"

Zhou Xuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a wicked smile. He spoke weakly, "I am Zhou Xuan, a demon cultivator. As for why I am here, it's because I was hunted by my enemies, forcing me to hide here."

He was chased for hundreds of miles by people from the Qingyun Sect and was forced to use forbidden secret techniques to barely escape.

But it is a forbidden secret technique after all. Once it is used, it will inevitably suffer terrible backlash.

Therefore, not only was he severely injured, but he was also unable to use any of his cultivation.

"Demon cultivator?"

Yang Yongshu's face suddenly changed and he looked solemn.

According to various rumors in Xuancheng, the demon cultivators are all cold-blooded and ruthless demons who kill people without blinking an eye.

As a result, he not only encountered a demon cultivator, but also saved a demon leader.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Zhou Xuan's body suddenly shook violently, and he coughed up bright red blood again. He then looked up and sneered, "What? Are you scared?"

The corner of Yang Yongshu's mouth twitched, and he sneered, "Afraid? I, Yang Yongshu, am worthless now. Even if you are the so-called devil, what can you do?"

A cryptic look flashed across Zhou Xuan's eyes, and he got straight to the point: "Since you're not afraid, are you willing to take me as your master and become a demon cultivator, or what you call a demon master?"

"This……"

Yang Yonglu was stunned and slowly raised his head to look at Zhou Xuan.