Yi Yan was fifteen years old and his family was not rich, let alone expensive. However, because his father Yi Liangkang was still famous in the county, he would not be bullied since childhood and could also study in Chunfeng Academy.

Liu Chunfeng, the chief of Chunfeng Academy, is a lecturer at Bailudong Academy in Lushan. He returned to his hometown a few years ago to open this Chunfeng Academy. The wealthy families in the county sent their children to study because of his reputation as a Confucian scholar.

Most people are not even able to eat enough, so it is impossible to read books.

The Bailu Cave Academy in Lushan is famous in Jiangxi and one of the four major academies in the world. It has been passed down for more than a thousand years and has produced many famous ministers and scholars. It is definitely of high knowledge to teach as a lecturer there.

The name of the mountain captain of Bailu Cave Academy is naturally known to everyone in the world. This not only refers to their knowledge. Without the first in literature, it is extremely difficult to compare a person's literary talent, not to mention that the mountain captain among the four major academies has never participated in the imperial examination.

However, as long as students who come out of the four major academies want to prove that they have a clear understanding of the Confucian classics, they do not need to debate with anyone. As long as they reveal supernatural powers or magic, this is the best proof.

Everyone who has his own unique understanding of the Confucian scriptures will have some supernatural powers, and every director of the academy has amazing supernatural powers. This is something that has been hard to see in the world for thousands of years, but has long been in the hearts of the world.

In the eyes of many people, if you want to be a lecturer in Bailu Cave Academy, you must have already understood the classics and have supernatural powers.

Since Yi Yan learned that reading Confucian scriptures is also a kind of practice, he thought that like the teacher, he could show his supernatural powers after understanding the scriptures and principles.

He is the eldest son in the family. He does not like making friends like his father, nor will he cause trouble like his father. He does not like to talk. No matter who has any other business or quarrels, he does not like to watch it. Therefore, in everyone's impression, he is timid and silent.

However, in his mother's eyes, in addition to being timid, there is also honesty, because when he gives him money to buy something on the street, he never loses a penny, while his younger brother Yixing will take the opportunity to buy some snacks.

It is normal for some people to be ordinary in their ordinary lives; it is normal for some people to sink into their own lives like disasters; but some ordinary people can become extraordinary when they encounter disasters. Although it will take a long time to see this, there will definitely be witnesses and records.

"My dad is dead. They don't let her coffin be placed in the ancestral hall, nor can they be buried in the grave... Xingwu even broke his teeth and kicked her coffin..."

When Yi Yan woke up from the bed and heard Yi An, the younger sister who was sitting beside the bed, say this, the only thing he did was to get up and run out of the door, and grab a sword at the head of the bed.

The sword was brought back by his father Yi Liangkang yesterday. Yi Yan didn't know what origins it was. When he ran out, he felt that he would need it.

Yi Yan stepped on the stones on the ground with bare feet, causing pain, just like his heart, but he did not pause at all.

There was a roar in the wind that was pouring on his face, and there were many people quarreling fiercely. Behind him was Mr. Wang calling him several times, but he just looked back and didn't stop.

Yi Yan's father was named Yi Liangkang. When he was young, he had learned martial arts. He fought several times in the town and won face, so his reputation came out. Later, by chance, he helped a passerby nobleman. He seized the opportunity and became the guard of the nobleman. From then on, he followed the nobleman and was not at home for many years, but he brought some money back every year. His reputation not only did not fall down but increased.

All this is because of the noble man, and everyone in the town knows it. When everyone talks about it, they call him Mr. Lin.

Anyone with a little reputation has friends and enemies. There are few big grudges in the village, and they are all resentful of face-to-face resentment, and Yi Liangkang is no exception. Yi Yan's mother often says that he has no real friends, but he is all friends with wine and meat, but he has made a lot of grudges. Yi Yan's father sometimes refutes, but sometimes he doesn't speak out.

Then Xingwu had a grudge against Yi Yan's father.

Yi Yan saw from afar that there were people surrounded by layers of people in front of the Yi family ancestral hall, three layers inside and three layers outside, men, women, young and old, the scene was chaotic, and the noise inside was the loudest.

Yi Yan rushed in, and the crowd lined up like waves under the collision. In the past, Yi Yan would never do such rude things, and he didn't care if a child was knocked to the ground.

What caught my eye was a big black coffin, his face turned pale in an instant, as if blood was pulled away. At this moment, the words "Dad is dead" that I heard from my sister's mouth turned into reality, just like the darkness last night, fiercely poured into the vulnerable heart.

In front of the coffin, the mother was quarreling with Xingwu with her hair disheveled. Her face looked extremely ugly, with white foam at the corners of her mouth, her eyes were red, and her mouth was swollen next to her, her brother Yixing, who was picking up half a brick in her hand.

The grandpa and grandma next to them all had white hair, and they were blocking the left side of the coffin and arguing with others. The most people on the right side of the coffin were relatively younger. Uncle and uncle were both holding each other's clothes on their chests and stalemate.

When Yi Yan saw this situation, his original grief seemed to find a catharsis in an instant, and turned into burning flames and swept into the deep mountains after autumn with the wind, rising up with a bear.

In ordinary days, family affection is often difficult to understand. However, in the midst of danger, it can be fully demonstrated, and the anger is like a surging tide.

The long sword was pulled out, and with a clear sound of the sword, the sword seemed to sense Yi Yanxin's murderous intent, making a cold and crisp sound.

He just wanted to stab the sharp weapon in his hand into Xingwu's chest, as if this was his enemy who killed his father.

Yi Yan and Jian rushed towards Xingwu with his whole body, completely forgetting the principle of killing people and paying for life.

Xingwu stood in a panic.

"Mo, it's so great to kill someone." A voice sounded in Yi Yan's ears, but Yi Yan's body was suddenly hugged from behind.

Immediately afterwards, someone clutched his wrist and someone wanted to peel the sword in his hand.

He could hear that this man had a good relationship with his family, but at this time Yi Yan could not care so much. He just wanted to kill Xingwu and struggled desperately. He didn't know how many people were holding hands and feet and bodies. He didn't care, but just waved randomly to break free.

He said angrily: "Get up, I will kill you together, start up..."

Yi Yan roared, his eyes red, and his whole face turned into a pig's liver because of struggle or exerting force or anger and grief.

Even though he shouted, the person holding him hugged him tighter and never let go.

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Ji Lianhai looked at the noisy group of people and couldn't help feeling extremely ridiculous.

I don’t know when it started, but he saw that these people had a transcendent feeling. Maybe it was on the day when he was practicing magic, maybe it was when he was killing the first person, and the kingly law in the world was powerless in front of him.

"The sound of the sword is clear and melodious, it is a spiritual sword."

He heard the sound of the sword and knew it was a spiritual sword. The person who drew the sword was naturally ignored. In his eyes, except for the practitioners, everything else is the same, regardless of gender, age or age.

An ordinary person can have a spiritual sword, which has increased his expectations for this trip a lot. At least it would be worth it to get this sword.

Ji Lianhai walked over with big strides.

The official officer who came out with him shouted loudly, and the crowd dispersed. He did not speak, but naturally shouted loudly in front of him: "I heard that there were zombies walking in the town yesterday at night. Ji Shitie came to check it out. No one was involved, so I would go home quickly."

Ji Lianhai believed that everyone knew his name. Sure enough, he saw awe in everyone's eyes, but his attention was left on the sword in the young man's hand. His eyesight could clearly see that the word "Ping" was on the blade.

"It's indeed a spiritual sword."

Ji Lianhai was secretly happy. He looked at the person holding the sword and was looking at the person who was trying to kill. His eyebrows and eyes were plain, but his eyes were covered in blood, gasping heavily, his face was red, and his hands holding the sword were tight and stiff.

"An impulsive and reckless person will die early."

This is Ji Lianhai's evaluation of Yi Yan. He does not think it is correct to do something that may endanger his life for the sake of a dead person, even if the dead person is the closest relative. When he thinks of his closest relative's parents, Ji Lianhai has no impression in his heart. All he can think of was a corpse with no appearance.

More than thirty years of practice have made his heart extremely hard, and also made his appearance, who is only in his forties, look like he is sixty.

Some people disperse and some people stay.

The people who stayed behind came over and thought they were the ones who were wronged and wanted him to be fair.

Ji Lianhai felt ridiculous in his heart.

"I am incompetent but I hope to get help from others. I am really ignorant."

He just glanced at the police officers around him, and the police officer immediately understood and drove them away.

“Carry in.”

Ji Lianhai pointed to the black coffin. He could smell the rich dead aura emitted from the black coffin, which made him feel much better. He couldn't help but think: "This trip was really not in vain. The dead aura in the coffin is so strong that it condenses but does not dissipate, and perhaps the spirit is still there."

Thinking of this, his heart that had already become cold and cold in the ruthless years became a little anxious. As long as he faced something that could improve his cultivation, he would be excited. In addition, no matter who his life and worldly affairs were all in his heart.

Soon the coffin was carried in, and he ordered someone to open it again.

When he opened it, the obvious feeling came from the anger deep in the eyes of the sword-holding boy. After he looked over coldly, the boy immediately lowered his head and added a "cowardly" evaluation to the boy in his heart.

Then he looked at the sword that had already been sheathed in his hand.

"It should be a spiritual sword with origin." Ji Lianhai thought again, waved his hand and asked everyone to go out.

The door was closed, and there were only two white candles burning in the darkness. The fire was beating in the darkness, like the resentful spirit was roaring for the last roar.

The stench of corpse in the black coffin surged out.

Ji Lianhai frowned. Although he was in his teens and had been practicing with the sect of the master for more than 30 years, and had been engaged in the death qi and had been dealing with the corpse countless times, he still could not get used to it. Perhaps it was because the sucking evil qi made his body aging and immersed his mind in death, so he could not get used to it when he smelled the stinky corpse.

The golden bell at the end of his hair floated above the black coffin. The bell sounded, but it could only be heard within a small range. There seemed to be a sharp sound in the hazy bell sound. It made people feel uncomfortable when they heard it, as if a cat was holding it in their hearts.

The bell sounded like magic, and the corpse actually sat up.

Ji Lianhai walked to the corpse, frowned slightly, and through the sound of the bell shaking, he could know that there was no spirit in the corpse. This was a bit unreasonable. If the corpse could walk back on its own, it would definitely be a person with practice who had practiced, and the spirit of this person must not be dispersed.

Is there any other change? He thought about it and decided to take these dead airs first. After thinking about it, he sucked his mouth and sucked it.

I saw a cloud of blue and turbid gas sucked into Ji Lianhai's mouth, and pieces of blue corpse spots slowly appeared on his face. The numbness and itch on his skin made him feel a little irritated because he had not found his soul.
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