"I'm sorry, I didn't understand what you said. Besides, I have some things to leave beforehand."
After Yang Ji finished speaking, he turned around and left without stopping.
"Yang Ji, don't you want to get back what belongs to you? Don't you want to be powerful? Don't you want to avenge yourself? We can help you..."
The voices of two "beggars" came from behind:
"Think carefully, our door will always be open to you..."
…
Yang Ji turned a deaf ear and walked faster.
These people were too dangerous, and Yang Ji didn't want to have any contact with them. He was poisoned in his food the day before yesterday, and he didn't make any announcement about it, but these people actually knew about it.
Yang Ji was sure that someone in the Yang family must have been absorbed by these cult followers.
"A gentleman loves money and gets it in a wise way. I do want revenge and I want to strengthen myself... but getting entangled with these is just asking for death."
Yang Ji walked quickly, thoughts flashing through his mind.
The Han Dynasty ruled the world, and there were many strong men, including martial saints and martial gods, who could even canonize gods.
These cult believers are the targets of the imperial court's full suppression. To stand with them is to be in opposition to the imperial court, and you will never have a chance to have an official career.
Yang Ji had already made plans for his future. He studied poetry and books and practiced martial arts in order to stand out in the court in the future. Being entangled with these cult followers would be self-destructive.
Yang Ji gradually walked away, and the two "beggars" looked at his back from behind, their eyes changing, but they still didn't make a move until Yang Ji disappeared.
"It's really unexpected that it will fail..."
After Yang Ji left, the older "beggar" looked surprised.
"The imperial court's suppression has indeed had a great impact on us."
Another "beggar" took a few steps forward, looked at the direction Yang Ji was leaving and said:
"However, if we recruit him like this, will it cause trouble? After all, there is a general from the Han Dynasty guarding Pingchuan City."
"Hey! What trouble? What kind of trouble could there be? Who would believe a fifteen-year-old, depressed kid? And - how could he report us? Just two 'beggars' on the roadside? Hey, we have another
We won’t be here forever, what are you afraid of?” said the older beggar.
"That's true. It's just a pity. Such a young child, full of resentment and extremely talented, was originally an excellent prospect for our future. I really don't understand, how could he refuse? This time there are only two left.
Target."
Another "beggar" looked confused.
"Hey, don't think too much. Pingchuan County is not just a big family of the Yang family. The Li family has already determined a target, and it is also frustrated. If there are no accidents, we should be able to successfully absorb him.
It's also good for my plans." The older beggar smiled, as if he didn't seem to care much about this matter, and paused.
"Yes." The other beggar couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He paused and seemed to have discovered something. He looked at the direction where Yang Ji left and frowned slightly:
"This is Yang Ji. Judging from the direction he left, it seems to be the direction where the Bone Master is. Are we going to meet him? Do we need to inform him? What the Bone Master did must not be discovered."
"Probably not. The mountain is so big, how could it be such a coincidence?"
The older beggar hesitated and said.
"Too……"
Saying this, the two slowly disappeared into the morning mist...
…
To the west of Jin'an City, there are two mounds of mounds with lush weeds around them. Not far away, there is a dilapidated thatched cottage with no other debris.
Yang Ji carried his luggage and walked slowly to the graves. Looking at the two ordinary graves in front of him, Yang Ji couldn't help but shed tears when he saw things and missed people.
"Father, mother, my child is unfilial and I have come to see you."
Yang Ji looked sad and slowly knelt down.
Scenes of past events passed before my eyes like a fleeting glance. The faces of my parents clearly appeared before my eyes again.
If my father hadn't had that accident eight years ago, maybe everything would have been different. I wouldn't be in such a difficult situation now.
Yang Ji wished so much that he could still have the same love as he did when he was a child, but nothing could go back.
"Dad, Mom, the imperial examination will start in a few months. I have been waiting for this day for too long. No matter what, I will not let you down."
Yang Ji knelt on the ground and muttered to himself:
"When I get the Tongsheng test, I will find a way to leave the clan. At that time, I will definitely find out the real culprit who killed you back then."
After talking about it, Yang Ji clenched his fists and his eyes showed an unprecedented look of determination.
Yang Ji did hate the eldest lady, but in the final analysis, the eldest lady just coveted the inheritance left by his father, and the real culprit of all this was the person who killed his father.
If the father were still alive, the eldest lady would never dare to be so arrogant; if the father were still alive, the mother would never die in depression, and she would not be reduced to a state of being helpless and bullied.
Yang Ji never believed that his father's death was accidental. At that time, his father was in the prime of life, and his martial arts skills were not weak. If someone hadn't deliberately harmed him, he would never have died young and died without any illness.
If Yang Ji had hatred towards the eldest lady, then Yang Ji was determined to kill the culprit who murdered his father.
"No matter how long it takes, no matter what the price, I will make you pay with blood."
In front of his parents' graves, Yang Ji respectfully kowtowed three times, then stood up and left the cemetery.
Tears and crying cannot change fate. Yang Ji deeply knows that only strong power can realize his ambition.
I am still too weak now...—whether it is for myself or for my dead parents!
…………
Yang Ji didn't leave too far. He found a quiet and remote place deep in the mountain forest and practiced hard.
"The essence of dragon refining lies in the intention rather than the form..."
The ground was covered with a thick layer of dead leaves. Yang Ji, with his upper body covered, was practicing alone in the woods.
His heart was as calm as an ancient well, his breathing was long, and he was imagining a divine dragon descending from the sky and entrenching itself on his body. His body was deeply rooted into the earth like the roots of an old tree.
"laugh!"
Beams of sunlight shot down from the gaps in the forest and fell on Yang Ji. He looked in pain, and the muscles on his body were bulging, and they were beating slowly as if they were alive, as if there was a huge thing pressing on him.
If you look carefully, you can see that the muscles on Yang Ji's body are sunken. Especially on the shoulders and abdomen, those sunken muscles are gathered together, showing the traces of several huge dragon claws, as if they are really there.
It was like a divine dragon coiled around his body.
——This is the highest state of "Dragon Marrow Refining Technique", "Dragon Coiled Body"!
After pondering for several months, Yang Ji finally mastered the essence of "Dragon Coiled Body".
The "Dragon Marrow Refining Technique" passed down to him by Lu Ling was extremely difficult to practice.
Often among those who practice, only less than 30% of people can reach the level before Yang Ji, where they can truly transform themselves into an old tree with their thoughts and ideas, taking root in the earth and tempering their marrow.
And going one step further, it is even more difficult to achieve the effect of "dragon coiling around the body". This is not just hard work, but requires great talent.
And those who can do this are all geniuses.
The "Dragon" does not exist, it is just the product of thought and visualization. As long as this thought does not exist, there is no way to achieve success in practice.
The essence of the "Dragon Marrow Refining Pile Method" is not simply to imagine a lifelike "Dragon" in your mind, which has no effect at all.
Visualizing a divine dragon in your mind, believing it in your heart, and reacting with your body is the same as being suppressed by a real divine dragon. This is the true meaning of "Dragon Coil"!
This is definitely not something ordinary people can achieve. Martial arts is about making the impossible possible.
Although Yang Ji has already had the experience of "old trees taking root", he only realized it after a long period of careful consideration.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji's body was motionless, and the muscles on his body were bulging, struggling to resist the power of the dragon. His skin was red, his face was like fire, his body was collapsed to the extreme, but it was also relaxed to the extreme. In this kind of outer pine,
In a tight state, the speed at which the body absorbs the forest essence in the void is also greatly increased.
I saw streams of white tree essence condensed into substance, floating and gathering around Yang Ji's body, making Yang Ji's whole body half-hidden and half-revealed, giving him an ethereal aura.
"Nothing can be made without cutting it! My current body is under heavy pressure. The strength of my muscles is getting stronger and stronger, and my bones are getting denser and denser. I am much stronger than before."
Yang Ji silently felt the changes in his body while practicing.
If you want to achieve the effect of "breathing nine steps, as fast as a fox", you must first have strong bones comparable to animals, which can support the body's instantaneous burst of power, and these can only be achieved through acquired training.
The "Shenlong Marrow Refining Pile Method" passed down to Yang Ji by Lu Ling is this acquired tempering method.
As time goes by, Yang Ji's strength will increase a lot every day, and he will make great progress every day.
Yang Ji could clearly feel that his bones, muscles, and breathing were all improving at an alarming rate, and he was getting closer and closer to the realm of "nine levels of breathing, as fast as a fox".
In the blink of an eye, February passed and March arrived. Yang Ji had been practicing hard in the woods for more than half a month.
boom!
Yang Ji felt something in his heart, and suddenly kicked out his foot. The power of this kick was extremely powerful. Half a step away, a birch tree as thick as a sea bowl and extremely resilient snapped with a snap. Countless white tree shavings and fibers were like
Splashing out from the fracture like a waterfall.
At the same time as this kick came out, Yang Ji felt his breathing ease. The breathing that could not be lifted up at first was suddenly lifted up, reaching the ninth level of breathing.
"Successful."
Yang Ji felt happy in his heart, and felt his whole body relaxed. He moved his hands and feet at will, and felt as if he was moving his arms and fingers, full of strength.