That night, the entire Qingshan seemed to have been awakened, and the Qing clans passed by with fear amid the barking of domestic dogs and the howling of wild beasts.

When the darkness faded and the earth reappeared, the howling of wild beasts in the green mountains and the barking of domestic dogs stopped.

People walked out of the house with trembling fear and saw that everything was normal, so they felt a little relieved. The warm sunset slightly dispelled the depression and fear in the hearts of the tribesmen.

Just looking at Qingshan behind the village and the dogs I raised, I felt a little scared, and I was even thinking about slaughtering my dog ​​from time to time.

Qingyang did not sleep all night last night. Although he was just a fourteen-year-old boy, because his father was away all year round and his mother was weak, he was precocious than ordinary teenagers.

Thinking about what happened last night, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart.

After walking out the door and feeling the warmth and brightness of the sunshine on my face, I felt a little more relaxed.

The well water was dug out from the well, and after looking at it, it was as clear as usual. Then I breathed a sigh of relief and poured the water down from the top of my head. The cool well water dispelled the sleepiness.

When I arrived at the doghouse, I saw that the dog had calmed down at this time, but his limbs and mouth were tied, and he could only make a "whip-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-wo

Qingyang sighed and untied it. He immediately jumped up, came to Qingyang, and kept rubbing his head against Qingyang's legs.

Qingyang thought about its red and manic appearance last night, and looked at its current appearance. If it weren't for experiencing it himself, he would probably think it was an illusion.

At this time, Qingmu also walked out. The dog hurriedly gave up Qingyang and ran to Qingmu. He stuck his tongue while rubbing Qingmu's feet, while whining, looking at Qingyang from time to time, as if telling about Qingyang's tied it up last night.

Seeing this, Qingyang smiled bitterly and said to himself, "This beast really seems to have become a spirit!"

As soon as this thought came, Qingyang was shocked and looked at the dog again. He didn't pay attention before, and the dog seemed to have grown up a lot.

The dog has grown up long ago and its size will not change, but at this time, it looks a little bigger than usual.

Qingyang's heart sank. Could it be that he has really become a spirit?

Qingyang thought about the fairy and ghost things that his uncle under the locust tree at the village head told about, and most of the animals had to eat people if they became monsters.

Thinking of this, Qingyang couldn't help but shudder, and a trace of murderous intent burst into his heart.

The Qing clan members have established their foothold here. They usually have to fight with wild animals in the mountains when hunting, and also compete with the surrounding villages for the fields and water sources. They have fought a lot since childhood, so it is not difficult for Qingyang to kill a dog.

If I hadn't thought about this dog raising a relationship last night, I would have slapped to death with one palm.

Now that I saw the change of the dog, Qingyang's murderous intent emerged again.

The dog seemed to be able to feel Qingyang's murderous intent. At this time, he curled up under Qingmu's feet, looking at Qingyang pitifully with his eyes.

Qing's mother also saw the murderous intent in Qingyang's eyes, was shocked and asked, "Ayang, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing his mother asking, Qingyang quickly took away the murderous intent in his heart, glanced at Gouzi, and smiled and said, "It's okay, my mother."

Qingmu didn't care either, so she washed it with clean water and returned to the house.

Qingyang had no choice but to suppress the murderous intent in his heart and began to practice the nameless boxing scripture in the yard.

I didn't care before, but after last night, Qingyang knew that the ancient boxing classics must be extraordinary, so he practiced more attentively. He combined each move with breathing and breathing, and felt that there was constant flow of air flowing into the body and continuously flowing into the meridians, which was even smoother than last night.

After three times of the test, Qingyang felt that it would be harmful to his body if he continued to practice, so he stopped. This kind of induction naturally appeared, which was also the situation that happened after he drew his qi into his body last night.

After Qingyang lifted water to clean up the dirt discharged from the exercises, he felt refreshed and had endless strength all over his body.

When he walked to the courtyard, he grabbed a huge rock. He wanted to lift it up, but he didn't know that he would actually grab a palm print on the huge rock.

The dog who had been watching Qingyang's boxing beside him, but when he saw the mark Qingyang grabbed, his eyes showed a look of horror. His body curled up even more obviously.

Qingyang didn't expect that he could have such strength after he was luring his energy into his body three times. The hardness of his skin and flesh could actually leave fingerprints on the stone. He couldn't help but be more curious about the origin of the boxing classics he practiced.

Without paying attention to the dog curled up in the corner, Qingyang went out of the yard and walked towards the locust tree at the entrance of the village.

This boxing scripture was passed down by the clan uncle under the old locust tree, so he must know what was going on.

When I came to the old locust tree, I saw my uncle slowly punching under the locust tree. The moves on the boxing scriptures that Qingyang practiced.

However, the old man's move is much simpler than Qingyang, but he is much slower.

Seeing this, Qingyang did not disturb him, but involuntarily started fighting with the rhythm of his uncle.

It’s strange that when I practiced boxing in the yard for the third time, Qingyang felt that it would be harmful to the body if he continued to practice. However, as the rhythm of his uncle was connected, the dangerous feeling disappeared at all, but instead he felt extremely happy.

Moreover, with the boxing technique, my breathing technique actually started to operate, and my breathing technique was perfectly matched with the rhythm of the boxing technique.

This made Qingyang extremely intoxicated, and every move seemed like endless enjoyment.

As the boxing exercise was exercised, Qingyang felt his skin beating constantly, as if a film was constantly being beaten.

This feeling is invisible to the naked eye, but Qingyang can feel that he is constantly getting stronger.

After punching, Qingyang helped the old man sit under the locust tree.

Just as he was thinking about how to speak, the old man spoke slowly first.

"Ayang, did you start to feel the gas entering the body last night?"

Qingyang was shocked when he heard this and nodded honestly.

"You caught up with the good times, but I don't know whether it's good or bad!"

The old man spoke as if he was intermittently, as if he was about to fall asleep at any time.

"What's the situation? Ancestor?"

Qingyang sat down next to the old man and asked.

"You should know that my Qing clan has been passed down for a long time, and there were immortals like Qingxuan's ancestors~~ like this!"

"Isn't this a legend? Is it true?"

Although Qingyang usually listens to the old man’s nagging patiently, that’s because he is interested in these stories of gods, ghosts and demons. He does not really believe that his ancestors are immortals. Which immortal’s descendants have worked hard all day like the Qing clan?

"Of course it's true. By chance, the ancestor Qingxuan got the inheritance of an ancient powerful man. He practiced this inheritance and became an immortal and ascended to the ground. The inheritance he obtained was the boxing technique you practiced. You know that this boxing technique is extraordinary now, right?"

The old man's words were still so slow that it made people anxious, but Qingyang was extremely patient when he heard them.

Thinking of the changes in his boxing practice, Qingyang couldn't help but believe it a little, but he was very excited. He didn't think that what he practiced was actually a martial art that could become an immortal. Which young man didn't have a dream of becoming an immortal?

He suppressed the excitement in his heart, and thought that there was no other ancestor in the Qing clan except the Qingxuan ancestor, so he asked the doubts in his heart.

"How is it that easy to become an immortal? Opportunity, qualifications, perseverance, and character are indispensable, but this is not the main reason why our Qing clan has not had immortals."

"What's the reason?" Qingyang asked curiously.

"Of course it's because the Dharma-Ending Age is coming!" the old man sighed.

"The Dharma-Ending Age is coming? Is it what you always say that you cannot practice and cannot become a spirit?"

"It's not just that, according to ancient legends from our Qing clan, after the Qing clan ancestor, some of our Qing clan practiced, and some even reached the realm of Yangshen Earth Immortals. However, after the Dharma-Ending Age, the world changed drastically, and these practitioners fell into the realm of the realm and even died of devils. Those who survived their cultivation had their cultivation regressed and could not survive, and could only die with time."

The old man finished this passage intermittently, and Qingyang was so worried that he would not be able to get up in one breath.

When the old man said this, he suddenly stopped, his eyes were confused, and he looked at the sky, as if he was thinking about something.

Qingyang didn't bother him, and his heart was in a state of great excitement. He didn't expect that what he usually listened to as a story is now real. But he usually asked him more and would fall asleep. How could he tell himself so big today? Is it related to what happened last night?

But my uncle thought about it and seemed to be asleep again. Seeing this, Qingyang couldn't help but smile bitterly and had to stand up and prepare to leave.

Just as he wanted to leave, Uncle actually opened his eyes again and muttered something.
Chapter completed!