The vast sea is endless, dark clouds like thick ink are gloomy and terrifying, the muffled thunder is deafening, and the gloomy thunder python and lightning snake ruthlessly tear the night apart, shining out the lonely and dilapidated fishing boat in the noisy sea.

The tyrannical raindrops poured down like arrows, the wind roared shrillly, and the raging waves that were more than ten meters high were like the arms of the Titan giant holding the sky in the mythology, lifting the fishing boat high and smashing it down heavily.

"This damn storm! This damn trash radio!"

The boat boss angrily bit the inferior cigarette in his mouth, and looked at the group of lean sailors on the deck, pulling the thick hemp rope on the railing and struggling hard.

You must not return,

Because this is a smuggling boat, to be more precise, it is a smuggling boat set sail from Malaysia and heading to Gotham, the west coast of America.

The passengers on the ship were naturally poor people who were frustrated and down in Nanyang and wanted to pursue the American dream. After handing over to Snake Head for half of his life, they stepped onto the bottom cabin of this dilapidated fishing boat with uneasiness and expectations.

boom!

The lightning as thick as a bucket hit the mast at the top of the fishing boat. In an instant, the hull made of steel and iron bones was illuminated and brilliant ripples visible to the naked eye spread down from the top of the mast and fell into the bottom cabin of the fishing boat.

The melody of the loud and faint sound continued to echo. The Chinese boy who was originally huddled in the corner of the bottom cabin frowned slightly, and a trace of inexplicable doubt flashed in his eyes.

The 16-year-old boy is named Li Ang. His ancestors were from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, China. He went to Nanyang during the famine in troubled times. With his hard work and wisdom and ability, he gradually accumulated a fortune in Nanyang. He owned several rubber plantations and was rich.

Unfortunately, the family was unfilial later. By the generation of Li Ang’s father, his family property had been defeated. In addition, he was a bad gambling stick, so he actually invested all the remaining land deeds and real estate into the casino and wasted.

In the midst of poverty, Li Ang's mother died of depression, and his father, who was addicted to gambling, was later cut off because of his fraud. The donkeys that Li's father borrowed rolled over the usury loan, but he refused to give up. He said that his father had paid the debts and sons, and threatened to dig three feet into the ground to pull out Li Ang out, asking him to sell his back to make up for the usury loan first, killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

Fortunately, there is no way out. Before the usury thug caught him, Li Ang gritted his teeth and took the pair of jade bracelets that his mother had secretly left for him to pawn. After raising some money, he fled onto the smuggling boat sailing to a foreign land.

However, the other smugglers who were nestling in the bottom cabin with him could not imagine that this ordinary Chinese boy was hit by the lightning just now and actually awakened his memories of his previous life.

"It's been a thousand years in a flash..."

The cowardly boy who had originally shrunk suddenly stood up from the smuggling quail-like smuggling guests, walked to the round window in three or two steps, and looked at the rolling and stirring waves outside the window through the dirty and blurred glass.

At this moment, the youth's tenderness had completely faded from Li Ang's face, and the deep light as far as the sea was shining in his vicissitudes of life.

In his previous life, he was a Qi-training alchemist who lived in seclusion in the mountains during the Han Dynasty. He specialized in transforming into Zhu Yan, Taotie, Qiongqi, Qilin and other strange beasts. He had already cultivated the realm of the soul in the Tang Dynasty, but he was unable to withstand the thunder tribulation caused by the refining spirit and returning to the emptiness, and died.

Before the oil was exhausted, he used his method of solving the problem and threw his soul into the cycle of reincarnation, hoping to awaken his memory one day and re-tread the road.

The boy stared at the slightly dark Chinese boy in the mirror and muttered to himself in the official Chinese Luoyang dialect: "The world has changed and people have changed. Since this is the case, I will abandon my previous name and call myself "Li Ang" from now on."

He smiled calmly, walked back to the crowded bottom cabin, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but unexpectedly found that the thunderstorm area, which should be full of spiritual energy, was like a desert, and only at the moment when the lightning fell, there was a thin stream of spiritual power.

Li Ang frowned and searched the memories in his mind.

Originally, when King Wu attacked Shang, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gradually disintegrated. During the Han Dynasty, the King of Huainan could still practice Taoism and Feixian, Zhang Daoling established the Five Dogs of Rice Sect. By the Tang and Song dynasties, there was no more Taoist tradition left in the world with magic power.

Human beings are expanding rapidly in modern society. The deserted mountains and remote areas that were originally considered a blessing in the world were ruthlessly occupied by steel cities, and it is even more difficult to practice.

A clever woman can’t cook without rice. A alchemist can’t rely on her cultivation, and she will be a castle in the air without spiritual energy.

"Oh, the fate is ill-fated."

Li Ang hid a secret handprint, and hurriedly gathered a few thin strands of spiritual energy before the thunderstorm ended, gathering it to the sea of ​​consciousness in his eyebrows.

He learned a lot in his previous life, from the straight, magnificent Taoist sects, to the secret collection of Buddhists in the flower and the world, and even the poisonous evil techniques of the Southern Wilderness and the shaman curse of the Beimo. It can be said that he had a self-study library with both legs, so he did not have to worry about the lack of practice.

The clouds disappeared and the rain stopped. The fury waves that looked like a doomsday just now disappeared in a few breaths. The sea surface that has returned to peace is as quiet as if it is a different world, leaving only a lonely crescent moon embellishing the starry sky.

The brightly lit metropolitan night view in the distance shocked the boat owner, and picked up the radio to contact the connector at Gotham Harbor.

This storm helped the smuggling boats. The coast guard stationed on the west coast could not have gone out to patrol at this time. The boat boss cheered up and greeted the sailors to carefully avoid the searchlights of Gotham Port and sailed silently to the dark corners where the light could not be exposed.

Click,

The trap door in the bottom cabin was opened, with disheveled hair, and the embarrassing sailors shouted to the smugglers: "I'm at the destination, I'll whisper in a low voice when I get ashore later. Do you hear it clearly?"

Everyone looked at each other and nodded silently.

The boat owner turned on the walkie-talkie and muttered a few words. A medium-sized fish refrigerated truck marked "Myen Company" slowly drove to the shore where the fishing boat was located.

A strong black man with a big waist and a round face got off the truck driver's seat, and after a few greetings with the boss of the boat, he asked the sailors to lead the smugglers in line to get into the truck's car.

Li Ang was crowded with the smuggler. Since he planned to practice for a long time, he needed a stable identity. Follow the crowd for the time being and see how the situation was.

The truck started the engine, and the Nanyang smugglers whispered in a low voice to talk about the coming beautiful life.

There are high-paying jobs here, sound infrastructure here, and hopes of a lack of hometown here.

Is this really the case?

Li Ang endured the sour smell that had not been bathed for dozens of days, and a playful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!