Facing his son's scorching gaze, Ye Xiaotian couldn't help but say: "You were born with weak meridians, and you are destined to be a waste... Just try to strengthen your body." With this thought in his heart, he said: "
Fan'er, the test of practicing is one's will, and those who are not mentally strong will probably have a hard time making a difference. This is the "Grass and Trees Technique" passed down by my Ye family. Although it is only a yellow-level medium-level exercise, it is better than the one that can induce the human body.
It has the effect of vitality, if you use it to gain enlightenment, you will gain something."
After receiving the ancient book handed over from his father, Ye Fan was very happy. Although he had the powerful "Life and Death", a heaven-defying skill, it did not hinder his curiosity about this fantasy world.
"Father, can you tell me the specific level of cultivation?" At the end of the sentence, Ye Fan stared at the gradually softening edges and corners of Ye Xiaotian's face like a curious baby.
He rubbed Ye Fan's little head lovingly, and there were inexplicable ripples in Ye Xiaotian's eyes.
"The ultimate purpose of cultivation is to strengthen one's body. Therefore, if you want to achieve great achievements in the future, a good body is essential. This is also the key to laying the foundation for monks. This level of monks is called
Foundation building. Foundation building is divided into nine levels. Each level is a threshold. The first to third levels are to strengthen the skin and bones. The fourth to sixth levels focus on using mysterious energy to increase strength and speed. The seventh to ninth levels are to expand the meridians to achieve breakthroughs and successfully enter the next stage.
Make preparations. After breaking through and becoming a strong person, monks who enter the realm of Tongxuan and Tongxuan can communicate the mysterious energy and use it for their own use. After Tongxuan, they can control the Xuan. Those who have reached this step in cultivation
The strong can initially control the mysterious energy, and use the mysterious energy to transform into simple forms such as hammers, knives, and axes to attack the enemy more effectively. After this, there is the realm of palm mystery and the legendary realm of mysterious seeds.
"
At the end of the words, Ye Xiaotian's face also looked a little dazed, obviously he was very yearning for that legendary realm.
"Fan'er, if you want to remember the way of cultivation, don't be too ambitious. Otherwise, you will destroy your Taoist heart, and the consequences are not something you can bear." Ye Fan took his father's advice to heart. He nodded and said, "I understand.
,Father."
"Well, there will be a big competition within the clan in half a year. Father doesn't ask you to get any ranking, but you have to remember. You can lose others in kung fu, but you must not be inferior to others in terms of popularity and integrity." He touched Ye Fan's little head.
, Ye Xiaotian, who looked solemn, said in a stern tone.
"Don't worry, father, the child will not let you down!" Ye Fan raised his head, with a strange light shining in his determined eyes.
Hearing this, Ye Xiaotian couldn't help laughing out loud: "Okay! Even if my son, Ye Xiaotian, can't practice martial arts, he will definitely be a hero."
Seeing Ye Xiaotian's rare joy, Ye Fan was also very happy. He secretly made up his mind to express his gratitude for his father during the clan competition.
"Fan'er, I still have some things to do, so you should go back early so as not to worry your mother." After saying that, Ye Xiaotian's body moved quickly and disappeared from Ye Fan's sight in a few ups and downs.
After watching his father leave, Ye Fan practiced boxing on the wooden stake for a while. After it got dark, he hurried back home. The door was locked, and on the bed, Ye Fan quietly read the "Grass and Tree Jue" exercises. Several times
After reading it, Ye Fan found that although this herbal formula is far less powerful than "Life and Death Jue", it still has its merits. According to the fourth level of the foundation building method, the monks are required to breed mysterious energy in the body and use it to warm it.
Cultivate your physique to achieve the tempering effect. After understanding the cultivation methods, Ye Fan couldn't wait to try it.
Cross one's legs, make seals, close eyes, and concentrate. Soon I entered the state of cultivation. Time is like sand between fingers, passing quietly inadvertently. Five hours later...
Ye Fan was still sitting quietly in front of the bed. Sweat fell silently from his slightly twisted forehead. The originally peaceful mood, irritability, depression and various negative emotions came one after another, eroding Ye Fan's mind all the time. The hot fire came from the bottom of his heart.
came to mind, even though Ye Fan suppressed it vigorously, it had little effect. According to this situation, maybe Ye Fan will fail in the next second.
Just when Ye Fan was about to give up, a soft cry suddenly came from his chest. If Ye Fan could understand it, he would have discovered that as the soft cry fell, a drop of milky white appeared on the marriage stone hidden in his chest.
The droplets flowed along the meridians to all parts of the body. The meridians where they passed were slightly expanded, and the toughness was also improved to a higher level than before. The droplets made a circle in the meridians, and then stayed in the Dantian.
It exploded suddenly, leaving a cloud of milky white mist in place. After a while, the mist gradually spread to the meridians of the body, flowing and swirling, forming a cycle of its own.
"call."
He slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath. He stroked his chest with his fingers. Even though he had never seen Ye Fan with his own eyes, he could roughly guess that the marriage stone in his body must have helped him in the final moment that mattered success or failure.
At this time, the night was getting late, and Ye Fan's realm that he had just broken through was not yet solid. Therefore, he quickly entered the cultivation state again to consolidate his slightly illusory realm.
The next morning, the rising sun broke through the darkness and sprinkled its vitality on the green grassy land. The morning light danced playfully on the young man's cheek through the window lattice.
A night of practice solidified the illusory realm. After jumping out of bed, Ye Fan moved his somewhat numb limbs. A happy arc appeared on the corner of his lips. After washing, he walked in the shade of the mansion in a good mood.
On the road, after a while, I arrived in front of the gate of Yefu's side courtyard.
"Brother Ye Fan..."
When he was about to reach the door, he heard the sweet sound of children's bells ringing in the side courtyard. After the sound fell, a figure like a butterfly jumped and ran towards him. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, Ye Fan opened his arms, and the figure was like a baby swallow.
She threw herself into his arms.
"Ling'er, have you practiced seriously these days when I haven't been here?" He pinched the little girl's pink cheeks and Ye Fan grinned.
"Well... If you are bad, Brother Ye Fan, you will bully me." He reached out and patted away the mischievous palm on his face. Ye Ling'er raised her little face and pouted her pink little mouth, complaining.
The little girl is quite cute, with a delicate little face and big eyes that are full of sparkle. She is cousin to Ye Fan. It is only because her parents were killed by an adulterer during a long trip that the latter has a talent for cultivation.
It was for this reason that she was placed in a side courtyard by her family. On weekdays, the little girl was often alone. Fortunately, she had a kind heart and a lively and cheerful personality, which allowed her to keep her temper and not become withdrawn or unkind. Neither of them had many friends.
, so they are the best friends among the younger generation in the family.
"Yo! How could our young master of the family be willing to degenerate and hang out with a little girl from a side courtyard?"
While the two were chatting and laughing, an inappropriate voice came over, interrupting their conversation.
Looking around, I saw a group of fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys approaching. The person who made the noise was Ye Xiaokong's second son, Ye Yu.
"It's not your turn to control who I am with." Ye Fan had always disliked this person. Especially when he saw the latter's sarcastic look, Ye Fan's disgust for this person became even stronger.