"Heaven moves forward, a gentleman strives for self-improvement; the earth is quiet, a gentleman carries things with virtue. What my father says is really good." A young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a piece of snake skin wrapped around his lower body, and his hands are clenched into fists.
Practicing boxing in an open space.
This young man is Yan Yin.
The little boy, after more than six years, has grown into a teenager.
On his tough and handsome face, he had sword eyebrows and starry eyes. His pair of resolute and spiritual eyes flashed with a confident light. Several fluffy beards were growing on the corner of his mouth. Yan Yin, who was almost sixteen years old, was only wearing all over his body.
A simple clothing made of snake skin blocks important parts. This thing is made of the skin of the black aquamarine python. It is strong and durable, and very convenient.
Yan Yin put his own clothes away after he started wearing them a few times. In this mountainous place, wearing clothes would only be cut.
In the first few months, Yan Yin finished drying the black water python's flesh, and began to learn to hunt by himself.
Fortunately, although he was in the Yanyun Mountains, although it was dangerous, as long as he was careful, he could still capture some wild beasts with weak attack power, which was OK for the young Yan Yin.
Moreover, Yan Yin did not do nothing. During this period, he devoted himself to practicing the Qingyue Skill in the cave every night. During the day, after staging the hourly horse stance in the morning, he took two black
The long needles ground into the bones of the aquamarine python enter the woods to hunt the food you need today.
After eating, Yan Yin returned here and began to practice his Yan family long fist.
Although no one taught him, based on some things from his father, the eighteen styles of Yan's long fist that he had practiced for him, and some tips taught by Yanhe Yanshan when he was on the small hill of the Yan clan, according to Yan's name.
In his experience of fighting with some wild beasts, Yan Yin has practiced the first six styles of Yan's long fist in a coherent manner.
"The first move of Yan's long fist, the tiger pounced on the mountain." Yan Yin shouted loudly, his voice was like a roar of a tiger, and his fists were hit hard, shaking a dead uncle in front of him.
Turning around, he punched again. "The second move, the long snake possessed". He clasped his fists with his hands, twisted and stuck to a thin tree beside him like a long snake, and then shook it, twisting the thin tree.
Then there were several loud shouts, "Strike up and hit down, one horse is flat, the fist is held left and right, and the two dragons are stirring the sea!!!" Suddenly, a whirring sound of wind sounded around, and Yan Yin completed the first six styles of Yan's long fist in one go.
, then retracted his fists and suppressed the tumbling breath in his body.
"I didn't expect that it's been a month, and I still can't punch the seventh punch." Yan Yin raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that only after I break through to the general can I play the seventh punch. I just don't know, it needs more, I
Only then can you enter the general”
In more than six years, Yan Yin has grown from a little boy who is not a warrior to a congenital warrior. All the results of this are achieved by him slowly enduring loneliness and danger.
Because, in his heart, there is only one belief, that is, to leave here alive.
Therefore, during this period, Yan Yin continued to practice hard and used his time to hunt to survey the surrounding terrain.
The place he is now is also a valley. As long as he walks through the woods in front of him and climbs over a huge mountain in front of the woods, he will officially reach the south side of the Yanyun Mountains.
However, the mountain in front of Yan Yin is not easy to climb. It is the highest mountain nearby. If you want to climb over, you need to be cautious and cautious.
Looking at the huge peak that was towering across the clouds, Yan Yin sighed, "It would be great if I broke through to the spiritual sage, so I could fly." He took out a book that had been turned on from the stone beside him, and he could vaguely
It is obvious that this book is the book that recorded Qingyue Jue.
"Xin Hao's book contains my mother's cultivation experience and some exercises, otherwise I wouldn't know how to practice." Yan Yin carefully closed the book and turned around and walked into the cave.
Take out a handful of huge bone spurs, then lift up two bags, take a souvenir look at the place where I have lived for more than five years, and whispered, "In my most helpless moment, this is my home, and it is also given here.
I have been warm for more than six years. Today, I am leaving, and maybe I will never have a chance to come back again. However, I will definitely remember what I have here forever."
After saying that, Yan Yin, who was carrying a bag and holding a bone spur, slinged and disappeared into the woods.
There are many vines and dead branches in the mountains. Moreover, because there are many things hidden in the deep mountains.
Yan Yin tied two bags of clothes together and wrapped them around his back. He held a long thorn made of black water python bones in one hand, and carefully opened the branches or vines that blocked his path with the other hand.
The woods in the mountains are always so gloomy and quiet. Occasionally, a slight sound will make Yan Yin look around with caution. Over the years, he has become accustomed to keeping his nerves tense at any time.
He dares not relax, nor is he willing to relax, because relaxation means slackness, and laziness, often, means death.
Death is something Yan Yin does not want.
After walking for a while, Yan Yin finally arrived at the mountain on the south side of the Yanyun Mountains by just turning over.
Looking at the mountains in front of me, they were steep and rugged, towering and towering.
Yan Yin did not start climbing excitedly, but found a big tree, climbed up in a few seconds, then put down his bag, and began to find something to eat.
It was getting late, and he needed to arrest some wild or strange beasts sooner so that he could fill his stomach.
With his body leaping, Yan Yin jumped from this tree to another tree. His body was very agile and he went out for a long distance in just a few strokes.
Yan Yin is like a shrewd hunter, searching through the mountains and forests. In the seemingly quiet forest, there are actually many things hidden.
After a while, Yan Yin seemed to have discovered something and his eyes lit up. He walked slowly to a tree. Yan Yin pried open the thick leaves and found a nest of eggs.
"It turned out to be a bird egg, it's not delicious." Yan Yin fiddled with it twice, then buried it in the next time, looked around for a while, and his eyes lit up again.
I saw a pile of bird droppings and feathers under a big tree. Obviously, there were birds resting on this tree. But if I just rested, there would be no more bird droppings. There must be birds building nests on them.
in this way.
Yan Yin bit the bone spur, hugged the big tree in front of him with both hands, and climbed up with force with both legs.
After a while, Yan Yin climbed onto the top of the tree and a huge bird's nest appeared in front of him.
Inside the bird's nest, there are three hungry birds and two bird eggs the size of a fist.
"Little bird, don't be afraid. Yin'er won't eat yours. I'll just borrow your brothers. Anyway, they will compete with you for food when they are born. Why don't I take them away for you now!" Yan said.
Yin muttered, and then quickly took out the eggs from the bird's nest with his right hand. Amid the chirping sounds of the little birds, Yan Yin jumped back and forth between the branches of the big tree for a few times, and then fell down.
On the ground.
Looking up, I saw a huge bird shadow flying around on it. Obviously, when I heard the screams of the birds, their parents hurriedly dared to come back.
However, these matters are no longer related to Yan Yin. He held the eggs in his hands and knocked them against each other. As soon as the bone spur in his mouth was spit on the ground, he opened his mouth and Yan Yin swallowed the things inside the bird eggs for the living.
"The two bird eggs are only enough for me to taste them, to see if there is anything else to eat." Picking up the bone spurs on the ground, Yan Yin continued to run forward.
After a while, a shrill sound came from the woods, and Yan Yin was holding a huge beast in his hand.
"I didn't expect that I would actually meet a strange beast with a strong warrior. Although you have great power, you are not good compared to me." Yan Yin held the strange beast and walked while talking to himself.
"I haven't eaten cooked food for a long time. Today I happened to bake it. After eating, I have a good rest for a night so that I will have the energy to climb the mountain tomorrow."
Back under the big tree where he had put his bags on the ground, Yan Yin threw the strange beast in his hand on the ground, stretched out his hand, and pulled out something covered in blood from its neck.
I grabbed a handful of grass and rubbed it on it, revealing my true face, which was the bone spur I held before.
Yan Yin grinded the back of the bone spur into something like a knife. Yan Yin scratched the corpse of the strange beast twice and made a hole. Then the bone spur was placed aside and inserted his hands hard into the wound.
, and then the skin was torn apart by Yan Yin, revealing the bloody flesh and blood inside.
Fortunately, he is the only one here. If you see it, you still don’t know how scared you will be.
I found two large stones in front of the mountain and placed one of them under the big tree. Yan Yin picked up the other, weighed the weight, shouted loudly, and threw it out with force.
"Bang" two huge rocks collided and turned into shattering.
Clapping his hands, Yan Yin smiled and said, "This stone is not bad, it was not shaken to pieces."
He selected several better stones and put them in a circle. Yan Yin found some dry firewood and dead leaves and placed them in the stone circle.
"Look at my stones making fire." Yan Yin smiled, took two stones and collided under the trees, and a spark was born. After a while, he lit the dead leaves and dry firewood.
After blowing a few breaths, the fire gradually grew bigger. Yan Yin licked some firewood and then attracted a wet wooden stick to pass the strange beast through.
After a while, something dripping with blood on his body was set on the fire by Yan Yin and started to roast.
Instead of peeling off the strange beast, he just roasted it like that. Squatting beside the fire, Yan Yin focused on adding firewood.
On the face shining by the fire, there is no way a sixteen-year-old boy should have to be immature. Some are just a kind of strength and perseverance that has been polished out by hardship.
His hair was already very long. Although he had been ground on the stone several times, his long life like a savage still made Yan Yin accustomed to the casualness of his long hair being scattered behind him.
When the firewood was used up, the roasted alien beast meat had already started dripping with oil. Yan Yin's hand kept flipping the wooden sticks so that the alien beast could be cooked thoroughly.
When the flames went out, it was already dark, but Yan Yin looked at the night as if nothing had happened. He could clearly see the bone spurs on the ground. He picked up the bone spurs, and Yan Yin carried the ripe flesh and climbed up the tree.
Looking at the mountains in the distance, Yan Yin pulled off a hind leg and chewed it in big mouthfuls.
Although there was no seasoning, for Yan Yin, as long as he could eat enough, it was enough.
After eating four thighs, Yan Yin tore off some meat from the place with a lot of meat on it and chewed it slowly.
"Himmer..." After a long hiccup, Yan Yin threw down the remaining part of the strange beast's belly.
"Roar" "hiss"
Below, several roars sounded, and the strange beasts that smelled the aroma of Yan Yin’s barbecue from elsewhere. When Yan Yin threw the meat down, a fight broke out between them.
Yan Yin, who seemed to be used to this scene, found a comfortable place, crossed his legs, and finally took a look at the mountain that he was about to climb tomorrow, closed his eyes, and began to practice the Qingyue Lesson.
Practicing martial arts every day and practicing at night is a habit that Yan Yin has not changed for more than six years. It is also a habit he has become accustomed to.