The sky is blue, but it is transparent without sun.

In the early morning of summer, fog is everywhere, which is the coolest moment of the day. The fog dissipates very quickly, and the white fog covering the earth quickly retreats like a tide, and disappears in a blink of an eye, revealing the original appearance of the earth.

Green mountains and green trees, the entire earth is covered like a green ocean, and there is a lake deep in the woods. The water in the lake is very blue, like a huge sapphire. When the breeze blows, layers of ripples appear on the lake surface, breaking the original tranquility.

"drop"

A crisp sound like water broke the originally quiet atmosphere. The black hair was like water, and ripples were rippling on the lake surface. A long green bamboo pole was seen along the blue hair. Then along the green bamboo pole, an old man wearing a straw coat and a dome-shaped straw hat on his head. The old man had a long beard and drooped to his chest. The traces left by time covered his cheeks, and his eyes were closed, like an old monk entering a meditation, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

The old man in the straw raincoat held the green bamboo pole in both hands. There was a young man sitting next to the old man. His slightly messy hair set off his delicate facial features. His eyes were staring at the water, as if waiting for a fish to take the bait, and a hint of impatience and anxiety appeared on his delicate and tender face.

The boy stared at the green bamboo pole in the old man's hand, and looked down along the thread, and could clearly see that there was anything at the end of the thread, without a hook or a bait. The boy looked at it, his brows also frowned slightly, and a questioning expression appeared on his face.

The boy turned his head and looked at the old man beside him. The old man still closed his eyes and did not move. The boy scratched his head helplessly.

"Grandpa, can I catch fish without a hook? I'm almost starving to death!" The boy touched his stomach with a frown, and a rumbling sound came from his stomach.

The wind stopped, and the lake gradually calmed down, and it was restored to the mirror-like lake again. The lake water was very clear, but it could not be seen bottom. Looking down from the shore, you could only see the deep dark lake water. I don’t know how deep the lake water is.

"It's so strange that a fish can't be seen in such a big lake." The boy looked at the lake and looked around curiously. He looked around everywhere, but could not see a fish's shadow. Then he looked at his grandfather's fishing rod without hooks and bait, and his belly screamed even more.

"Yuan'er, some things you see may not be real, you can see through their essence by feeling them with your heart." The old man opened his eyes and stared at the lake, looking down at his territory like a falcon.

Just as the old man finished speaking, the green bamboo pole in his hand suddenly trembled violently.

"It's taken the bait!"

The old man waved his arm lightly, and a big fish was immediately pulled out of the lake, causing a wave of wind and waves. The big fish's feet were two meters long, and its dark back looked unique.

At this time, I looked at the lake again and felt panic and restless. I could see the pebbles at the bottom of the lake. The deepness just now was all the backs of these big fish, which gave people a bottomless feeling.

The boy was stunned and his eyes were filled with admiration when he looked at the old man again.

"Grandpa, let's bake it soon. I'm about to starve to death." The young man touched his frustrated belly and looked at the old man pitifully.

But the old man ignored the boy, but waved his sleeves gently and sent the big fish on the shore back to the lake. The boy was shocked when he saw this scene.

"Hey! Grandpa, why are you doing? You're so hungry, why did you let the fish go?" The boy jumped up. He hadn't eaten anything for two days. The big fish he had finally caught was put back into the lake by his grandpa. At this time, he felt a little hungry again.

"Xingyuan, we should not eat this fish. There is still some dry food here, so just eat some! We will return to the tribe in a few hours." The old man saw the young man smiled slightly, and a pack of dry food appeared in his hand, handing it to Xingyuan, who was hungry and jumped up at this time.

Xingyuan snatched dry food from the old man and ate it voraciously.

"Eat slowly, no one will snatch you..."

The two then entered the forest, the lake returned to peace, and the bottom of the lake turned into a dark and dark color again. If you look closely, you can see that there were huge black fish, crowded at the bottom of the lake.

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The green bamboo house is built against the mountain, and a circle of big trees separates the bamboo house from the mountain forest to form a natural wall. Within this wall is the only medium-sized tribe within a radius of hundreds of miles, the Yunling tribe.

"Wow! We finally got home." Xingyuan looked at the tribe in front of him and jumped happily.

When the guard saw the two, he hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted.

"Class Chief Kunwu!"

Kun Wuzi stopped, stroked his long beard, and nodded to the two of them.

Xingyuan had already run into the tribe. Kun Wuzi shook his head helplessly, but his eyes were full of love. Every month he would take Xingyuan out for training, and the length of each experience varies, but every time he came back to Xingyuan, he was used to his actions.

Kun Wuzi took off the dome straw hat from his head, waved his sleeves, and changed into a long robe on his body, and walked slowly towards the tribe with his hands behind his back.

Tribal kitchen.

"Uncle Pang Uncle Pang! I'm almost starving to death if I have any food!" Xing Yuan rushed into the kitchen as soon as he returned to the tribe, glanced around, lifted the pot and flipped the lid to find food, like a hungry wolf.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked out of the kitchen, looking at Xingyuan with a wry smile and shook his head. Xingyuan's hair was messy and his body was dirty, but middle-aged man seemed to have become accustomed to it. He led Xingyuan to a room with a large table in the middle of the room, which was already filled with delicious food, as if he was specially prepared for Xingyuan.

"Wow, thank you, Uncle Pang, it's still Uncle Pang who loves me the most!" Xing Yuan saw a table of delicious food and felt that he was the happiest person in the world at this time. He jumped up and hugged the middle-aged man and kissed the middle-aged man on the face, which made the middle-aged man saliva all over his face, but the middle-aged man had no intention of avoiding him.

"Boy, I'm sure you're back today, eat!" Pang Ding looked at Xingyuan with a smile. Xingyuan nodded and started to eat.

After a while, all the food on the table was swept away by Xingyuan. His stomach was as swollen as a hill. Xingyuan patted his belly and smiled with satisfaction.

Xingyuan held his belly and greeted Uncle Pang Ding San and walked out the house. As soon as he walked out of the door, Xingyuan's appearance attracted everyone's laughter. Xingyuan disagreed and walked slowly towards his room.

The tribesmen all bowed their fists to Xingyuan to greet him, their eyes filled with awe, but behind that awe, there was a hint of incisiveness and jealousy. Xingyuan kept walking, just nodding slightly, and a group of pretentious guys were just not worth a greeting from him.

"Hahahaha, look at his belly. This is simply a human-shaped rice bucket. It can actually hold so much food."

"I haven't been able to be demonic at the age of fifteen. What awesome thing? Isn't it just because I am the grandson of the patriarch?"

"That's right? I heard that he has failed three times in a row. I don't think he can't start the demon in this life."

"The patriarch is really partial and cares about a waste. If the patriarch could treat me like this, I would have long become the first person in the younger generation. If such a waste was not the grandson of the patriarch, he would have become a tribal laborer."

Part of those laughter was because of his funny appearance, while part of them was cold ridicule and jealousy. In their eyes, Xingyuan was just a waste of resources and a lucky idiot.

Xingyuan listened to their sarcastic words becoming increasingly unpleasant, turned around suddenly, and looked at the many people who mocked him angrily, his eyes filled with anger, and a shocking aura emanated from his deep eyes.

Everyone was stunned and hurriedly shut up and stopped talking. After all, they were the grandson of the patriarch, so they could not be too presumptuous.

Although Xingyuan was uncomfortable with these hypocritical people, he had long been used to it and smiled with a self-deprecating smile. He slapped his stomach and his body suddenly shook, and he let out a breath of white breath from his mouth. His stomach suddenly became flattened, and these foods were instantly digested by Xingyuan.

This scene made the people around him stunned when they saw it. This was the first time they had seen it. This was actually not a magical power. It was just a small method taught by Kun Wuzi to Xingyuan this time. They compressed the energy of food in a special way to achieve such an effect. However, in the eyes of ordinary people, this is a difficult thing to do.

The Demon Spirit Ceremony is only qualified to be held by medium-sized tribes. Only those who succeed in the Demon Qi can enter the path of cultivation, but only a small number of tribes can truly achieve the Demon Qi. Generally, the earlier the Demon Qi is, the higher the qualifications. The geniuses of those large tribes can usually be practiced at one or two years old, and have entered the practice since childhood. Geniuses born like Demon Qi will definitely be a scoundrel after they grow up.

Now Xingyuan is fifteen years old and still fails to be demonized. This has become a joke in the tribe and has been ridiculed.

Xing Yuan's face darkened, his fists clenched slightly, and his pace accelerated. He hated the faces of these people, but he had to admit that he had no strength and could only be ridiculed by everyone. Although he could hide under the protection of his grandfather and live more comfortably than most people without using Yaoqi, he did not want to. The trial once this month was something he asked for his grandfather. He could not Yaoqi. He knew it when he was twelve years old.

Xingyuan tried many ways, but he could not succeed. However, Kun Wuzi never gave up and comforted Xingyuan and told Xingyuan not to be impatient. But how could Xingyuan not be impatient? Now he is fifteen years old. If he still cannot be demonic before he was sixteen, then he will be destined to be demonic in this life. If he cannot be demonic, he can only become a mortal and have no chance of practicing.

"No matter what this year, I must succeed!" Xing Yuan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. His black eyes revealed a sense of firmness that was rare among the same people.

Xingyuan's eyes became cold, and he walked quickly to the distance, and then he disappeared in front of everyone after a few jumps.

Kun Wuzi took him to practice not just to cultivate his mind, but also to train his body at high intensity. Although Xingyuan was fifteen years old, his strength and speed were probably almost the same as those of the Yaoqi children. But if he still couldn't Yaoqi, no matter how strong his body was, he could not compare with Yaoqi's children.

There is a giant tree growing from a stone tablet in the back mountain of Yunling tribe. Xingyuan sat alone on the top of the tree. The giant tree was very high. Looking down from the top of the tree, the entire Yunling tribe was full of views. He would quickly relax his body and mind every time he was here.

Xingyuan likes it very much from here because only here is there, there are no ugly faces, no harsh sarcasm, and it feels like a home. From childhood to adulthood, he has not many friends, which may also be related to his own personality, or it may be due to his identity. As the grandson of the patriarch of the middle-sized tribe, there are a few people who are not awe of them. Even if he has no strength, he does not need these hypocritical clinging.

"Grandpa said that you must be firm in your heart and not be influenced by others. In two days, the Demon Spirit Ceremony will be ready. In any case, I must succeed in this Demon Spirit Ceremony! I want to become stronger, and I don't want to see the contempt in the eyes of others. I want to conquer the tribe with my strength!"
Chapter completed!