Seeing that willow branch, Song Tianbao felt the desire to die.

It was a skinned centipede willow, about the thickness of a thumb. The originally white willow branch had completely turned into rust after being soaked in a special potion by my grandfather. It looked like it was not like a willow branch, but more like a thick steel bar. Every time, Song Tianbao saw this special willow branch, and he wanted to die. Last month, because he was afraid that the body quenching strength was not enough, his grandfather used this willow branch to suck Song Tianbao six times.

"Grandpa, are you going to kill someone again?"

"Tianbao, you have the last bloodline of the witch man flowing on you. If you can't even bear the initial body quenching strength, what future do you have? Moreover, the blood-refining dragon tendon in your grandfather's hand was soaked in three years with our witch man's ancient method before taking it out and using it, but it has squandered a lot of my grandfather's kung fu."

"What is the 'blood-refining dragon tendon'? Is it just a broken branch?"

Before Song Tianbao could finish his words, he saw a black shadow slashing from his eyes.

"Bang!"

The blood-training dragon tendon was like an iron whip, whipping Song Tianbao's arm heavily.

"ah!"

After Song Tianbao screamed, he obediently spread his arm on the table.

Immediately afterwards, the iron whip hit his wound again and again like lightning.

"Ba,ba,ba"

In just a few seconds, the wound on Song Tianbao's arm bloomed again.

Drops of purple blood were splattering, and a stream of fresh blood with traces of blood gushed out of Song Tianbao's wound again, and then flowed into the white porcelain bowl. The crystal clear purple plasma circled and flowed on the wall of the white porcelain bowl, looking like a purple snake, full of magical colors.

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa..."

Because of too much bleeding, Song Tianbao murmured for a few words and felt that his mind was deficient in oxygen and his whole body was cold. He was shocked without realizing it.

After Song Tianbao fainted, his grandfather Song Jiunian immediately helped him onto the bed, and then quickly took out a white jade bottle wrapped in cowhide from the box in the attic. After unscrewing the lid of the jade bottle, he carefully dripped the rain and dew potion inside on Song Tianbao's wound. Strangely, within a few seconds, Song Tianbao's open wound miraculously healed quickly like a mimosa.

It was late at night, and my grandfather applied some herbal ointment on Song Tianbao's wound, and then covered him with a thick quilt. Song Tianbao's curled body was hiding in the thick quilt, twitching rhythmically.

This is the seventh time that Song Tianbao has suffered shock during body quenching this month.

Grandpa once said that there is only rest in the dictionary of the witch, no shock.

…………

In the middle of the night, there is wind.

Grandpa Song Jiunian still couldn't sleep, so he simply got up again wearing a shabby military coat.

The moonlight was like water, shining in from the window, illuminating Song Jiunian's thin figure. He gently came to Song Tianbao's bed and checked the wound on Song Tianbao's arm. Under the white moonlight, Song Tianbao's left arm was swollen and the purple tendons and veins were rising and jumping around his wound, like trapped purple dragons.

"Don't panic, don't panic."

Song Jiunian stretched out a huge right hand like a dead branch and gently stroked Song Tianbao's wound. Strangely, after a few breaths, the purple dragons that suddenly rose around Song Tianbao's wound seemed to have been guided by some kind of guidance, and all became quiet.

After Song Tianbao's meridians returned to calm, Song Jiunian took a deep breath.

"Hey, it seems that the situation is getting worse."

Song Jiunian said to himself. Under the moonlight, he quietly looked at Song Tianbao's pale face, and a drop of tears flowed down his face that had been through many winds and frosty years.

Song Tianbao woke up.

Grandpa Song Jiunian hurriedly turned his back and pretended to rub his eyes: "Grandma, I'm having this damn cataract again, and I always shed tears for no reason."

Song Tianbao laughed: "Just cry, but no one will laugh at you. You are so old and still so thief!"

Song Jiunian touched his grandson's head and couldn't help laughing: "Tianbao, do you hate grandpa?"

Song Tianbao shook his head: "Loving you is like a mouse and loving rice, loving you is like a gangster and loving prostitute."

"Nonsense, didn't you often blame grandpa before, saying that I shouldn't have picked you up at all."

Song Tianbao smiled and did not answer again.

Seventeen years ago, in a late night when heavy snow was flying all over the sky, Song Jiunian stayed at night under an abandoned ancient city wall in order to avoid his enemies. In his sleep, he heard a vague cry of a baby. After searching hard, he finally found an abandoned baby in a tree hole burned by thunder and fire. What made Song Jiunian even more surprised was that he could clearly sense that this newborn baby was like him, a person with witch blood, and had the purest witch blood. Because of his sternness, Song Jiunian adopted the abandoned baby without hesitation and named him "Tianbao".

The so-called "Tianbao" is a treasure given by heaven.

In the seventeenth year, winter and summer, Song Jiu put all his strength into the world to allow Song Tianbao to continuously learn and perceive the witch blood force from ancient times, and try to cultivate Song Tianbao into a positive and optimistic boy.

Unfortunately, based on the experience learned by Song Jiunian, as a pure-blooded descendant of the witch man, if Song Tianbao cannot enter the highest level of body tempering before he becomes an eighteen-year-old, then he is very likely to face the "big term" of the witch man.

The so-called "big limit" of a witch man is equivalent to the "lifetime" of a normal person.

Legend has it that every witch's wife has been "cursed".

The physique of witches is different from that of normal people. Their growth and development are cliff-like and there is no gradual aging process. Their lives sometimes become like the ephemeral cereus, and they suddenly die when they are young.

Moreover, when death comes, every young witch is completely unaware of it. The only hope for them to get rid of death is to constantly practice witch cultivation, and the first step in practicing witch cultivation is to temper the body. They must successfully temper their bodies before the age of eighteen to make their flesh and blood stronger as steel. Only in this way can they resist the unexpected disaster.

The body tempering of the witch man is divided into three realms from low to high: black iron, white steel, and bronze.

The bronze realm is the highest realm of the body tempering of the witch.

In other words, only when Song Tianbao enters the "Bronze Realm" of Body Tempering before he becomes an adult, the witch blood on his body will not change from purple to blue, and will not cause the witch blood to attack the heart and die. Only when he enters the supreme realm of Body Tempering, Song Tianbao will consciously build a defensive "high wall" in his body to resist the sudden destructive exhaustion of life. Otherwise, he will be unable to escape the "limitation".

Every time she heard the "big period", Song Tianbao would feel inexplicable fear. The feeling was like a time bomb tied to her body, but she didn't know when the bomb would explode.

Song Tianbao looked at his grandfather and asked in a low voice: "Grandpa, I feel that my deadline is coming soon."

Grandpa glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense, even if you can come to "aunt", you won't come to "main period."

"Grandpa, do you think I, like a bird, can reach the bronze realm of body tempering? In a few months, I will be eighteen. Why am I still a piece of rotten iron?" The "rotten iron" mentioned by Song Tianbao naturally refers to his current body tempering realm. He is still in the initial stage of body tempering "Black iron realm".

Grandpa didn't say anything, just took a deep breath.

A few seconds later, he turned to look at the white porcelain bowl on the head of the bed with half a bowl of purple plasma, and whispered: "The fate of the witch man has suffered a lot since ancient times. If you want to successfully temper your body, you must make extraordinary efforts. If you want to live a normal life, you can only spend the time of stealing the sky and changing the sun."

"Grandpa, then why don't you need body tempering? You see, you are over 70 years old and your skin is still so tight, just like you've pulled your skin."

"Boy, do you wish grandpa died soon?"

"No, I'm just curious. Grandpa doesn't look like an old man in his seventies at all. I doubt that if you were asked to have a passionate love affair in the evening, would you be a seven-time son?"

"Boy, what are you talking about? What is Qijiro?"

"It's just seven times a night."

"I'm crazy! Grandpa is different from you. Grandpa doesn't need body tempering."

"Why? Don't all witches have to temper their bodies?"

"Because, Grandpa is not a purebred witch."

"Oh, it turns out that Grandpa, you are still a bastard?"

"you……"

"Grandpa, is your dad a witch?"

"No, my mother is a witch."

"Oh, it turns out that my grandmother is a witch, then she must be magical, right?"

"Well, if she is still alive, she should have been over 100 years old."

Every time my grandfather talks about his missing mother, his eyes always have strange light.

"... After my mother gave birth to me, she once deduced my fate. She said that my lifespan would only last until nine years old, so she gave me a name called Song Jiunian. However, what she never expected was that although Song Jiunian was a mixed-race witch, she could live to this day... If she hadn't experienced that catastrophe, her whereabouts would not have been unknown..."

Grandpa's deep eyes looked out the dark window.
Chapter completed!