After feeding the big oxen, Ye Guhong sat on the steps outside the house in a daze.
"What are you thinking about?"
Ye Sulan walked over with a bright smile and her hands behind her back. She seemed to be in a very good mood because of something happy.
Contrary to Ye Sulan, Ye Guhong said with a disappointed look: "I thought that my strength would not increase in the competition after a few days. If I meet a real master, I guess, haha..."
At the end, only a wry smile remains
Ye Sulan sat next to Ye Guhong, one hand always behind her back, and the other hand picked up a piece of straw and teased the big ox, suddenly turned around and asked: "Junior brother, why do you want to practice?"
Ye Guhong said without thinking: "Because it's interesting."
"Ah? Just because of this?" Ye Sulan was a little disappointed in her heart, and she expected Ye Guhong to have some grander ideals, or even hoped that the ultimate goal of that ideal would be herself...
When Ye Sulan's pretty face flashed with red clouds and she was thinking about it alone, Ye Guhong said softly: "It's just because it's interesting. What's interesting enough is not the result of the practice itself, but this wonderful process."
Ye Guhong said, jumped up from the ground, took a deep breath into the bright night sky, and continued: "Life is very short. No matter whether you are a beggar or a master, you will inevitably be buried in the loess in the future. Even if it is true,
If you cultivate to the highest level and live for hundreds of more years, you will still be able to leave nothing behind when you die. But if you let me choose, I will still choose to be a master instead of a beggar."
"Just because you want to experience the process of growing from weak to strong?" Ye Sulan looked at Ye Guhong's back with a blank expression. Somehow, Ye Guhong at this moment seemed extremely tall and reliable in her heart.
"Yes, this is the process." Ye Guhong's emotions seemed to be aroused by himself, and he continued, "I don't want to live an ordinary life. I just want to leave a mark that belongs to me, Ye Guhong, in this world. After I die in a hundred years,
Even if I can’t take anything with me, I still hope to have a satisfying memory.”
Ye Guhong suddenly laughed at himself and said: "It's a bit far-fetched. At present, I still aim to become a disciple of Jueying Sect, otherwise the rest will be empty talk."
"As long as you pass the test, I'll give this to you. Don't say that senior sister doesn't care about you in the future." Ye Sulan smiled and took the book from behind and stuffed it directly into Ye Guhong's hand.
"Tian Shang Fist? What is this?"
"Just study hard. My father asked me to give this to you. He said that if you can't practice well, then..."
Ye Sulan was obviously making up a lie, but she couldn't think of what to say next.
Ye Guhong followed her words and said: "If I don't practice well, you will punish me by not being able to see my senior sister again in the future, right? That is really a severe punishment."
Ye Sulan had long been used to Ye Guhong's verbal teasing. She glanced at him and said, "You're not serious enough to practice hard. I'll come and test your martial arts in a few days."
After saying that, he left
Ye Guhong remembered that he had devoted himself to cultivating spiritual energy for the past few months and had never learned a complete set of martial arts moves. Maybe he could find a new way and learn external skills to improve his spiritual energy?
After being in a daze for a long time, Ye Guhong made up his mind. No matter what, there would be no harm in trying it.
Just when Ye Guhong was about to open the first page of the book, there was a whoosh, and a dart was inserted into something and shot toward Ye Guhong very quickly.
Ye Guhong reacted very quickly and moved sideways to avoid the dart.
Because the incident happened suddenly and the sky was extremely dark, Ye Guhong was unable to capture the figure of the man who shot the darts.
Ye Guhong pulled out the dart and saw a familiar piece of purple floral cloth and a piece of paper coming with it.
Opening the note, it said, 'If you want to save Sulan's life, go to the entrance of the quiet forest outside the village.'
Ye Guhong's whole body was shocked, and then he remembered that this rag was indeed one of Ye Sulan's clothes.
In anxiety, Ye Guhong hurriedly picked up three leaves from the ground, held them in his hands, and wanted to divine the safety of this matter, but his heart was in a panic. How could he predict it accurately?
"Fuck you!"
Ye Guhong cursed angrily and no longer expected to predict good or bad luck, because it must be bad luck. Someone wanted to lure him there anyway. He knew that nothing good would happen, so he had to be careful.
He rushed to the entrance of the Silent Forest. Looking from a distance, Ye Guhong felt as if the sky was about to fall.
Under the bright moon, a human figure hangs on a crooked tree
That person was wearing a simple and elegant outfit, she must be a woman
Ye Guhong clearly recognized that these clothes belonged to Ye Sulan.
Ye Guhong's mind was no longer in control at this moment. He almost didn't know how his body was slowly moving closer and closer. Ye Guhong felt that it was difficult to breathe.
At this moment, a gust of breeze gently blew the hanging human figure, and it seemed as if it didn't have much weight, and it was blown gently.
The front of the human figure slowly turned around. The moment Ye Guhong saw the head of the doll, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Damn it, whose child is so wicked that he is trying to scare me!"
Ye Guhong went from being completely dejected to regaining his vitality. He couldn't help but curse when he breathed a sigh of relief.
"You are happy too early!"
At the same time as a cold voice came, the sword shadow flashed
The straw man exploded, and from behind, a figure carrying a sword light attacked Ye Guhong.
Ye Guhong's reaction was half a beat too slow, but he subconsciously flashed back.
There was a stabbing sound, and severe pain came from the right arm. A four-inch long, flesh-breaking wound suddenly appeared on the right arm, and blood suddenly stained the clothes.
Ye Guhong stepped back and fell. After rolling on the ground a few times, he stood up and ran away frantically.
Footsteps followed closely behind him. Ye Guhong knew that this man wanted to take his life, so he had to run as hard as he could.
Ye Guhong cursed in his heart that he was too stupid. As long as he paid a little attention to such a simple trap, he would not be fooled. But because of Ye Sulan, Ye Guhong directly messed up his original plan.
There were bursts of severe pain in the right arm of his hand. The wound was very large and there was a lot of bleeding. The further he ran deeper into the quiet forest, the more hopeless Ye Guhong felt that he could survive.
After running for about a mile or two, Ye Guhong's legs finally became weak. He had lost too much blood and already felt dizzy.
Suddenly, a very familiar scene appeared in front of them. It was an extremely deep cave. It was the same cave that Ye Guhong and Ye Sulan almost fell into when they were looking for the three-leaf spirit grass a few months ago.
When Ye Guhong came to the entrance of the cave, he just didn't have the strength to run.
Ye Guhong collapsed to the ground. Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, he remembered that there was no room for survival anymore, so he moved his buttocks and turned his head.
Then in the moonlight, the man's face also appeared in front of Ye Guhong. In fact, just by hearing the man's voice, Ye Guhong had already figured out who he was.
Besides Pang Zhantian, who else?
A bitter smile appeared on Ye Guhong's pale face, which had lost too much blood: "Why don't you get along with me like this?"
"Because you're cheap!" Pang Zhantian changed his usual serious demeanor, twisted his eyebrows, and became fierce, like a devil.
Pang Zhantian leaned down and grabbed Ye Guhong's collar, glaring at Ye Guhong with eyes that almost burst into flames: "Let your cows go free and be your fool, okay? A
You fool, you have to learn some cultivation!"
"Have you ever peeed on yourself? You poor, stinky fool, why do you hang out with Junior Sister Sulan all day long? I'm so sympathetic, so pitiful! I'm going to make you fucking pitiful!" Pang Zhantian gritted his teeth, slapped him, and gave it to Ye Gu
A slap in the face
Ye Guhong's head felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. There was a loud sound, his face suddenly swelled, and blood flowed from the corners of his lips.
"You are the most pitiful and pathetic!" Ye Guhong's voice was weak, but he said these words loudly and loudly. Finally, a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth and sprayed on Pang Zhantian's face.
Ye Guhong didn't bother to argue with him at all. He was so jealous that his thinking was completely distorted and he was no longer a human being.
Pang Zhantian smiled evilly, his eyes drifted downwards, and he stretched out his hand, and suddenly pulled out the boxing manual of that day's Shangquan from Ye Guhong's arms.
Ye Guhong didn't know where the strength came from, and grabbed the other corner of the book with his left hand.
"I'm much stronger than you, it's all because of that old fool's partiality! You stinking fool, how can you practice martial arts!" Pang Zhantian flew up and kicked him over, scolding angrily, "Let go!"
Ye Guhong will not die even if he dies
Another kick: "Let go!"
Ye Guhong coughed, and his strength became loose.
"Let go!" Pang Zhantian finally lost interest and kicked him out firmly.
Ye Guhong finally lost his last bit of strength, spat out a large mouthful of blood, and was kicked into a bottomless cave by Pang Zhantian.
Pang Zhantian originally wanted to kill someone, but after seeing no body, he was a little worried.
He picked up a stone from the side and threw it into the hole. From the sound of the stone hitting the rock wall, Pang Zhantian calculated that the hole must be at least sixty or seventy feet deep. He couldn't help laughing and said: "Damn it, damn it! I was just
I just want to cut off your hands and feet and feed them to the dogs. Now that you have fallen into this abyss, of course you have already been smashed into meat, hahaha."
Amid laughter, Pang Zhantian put the Tianshang Fist Manual into his arms and turned around to leave.
;;;;;;;;; After falling for a long time, Ye Guhong bumped from side to side, with bruises all over his face and body, and finally fell to the bottom.
But it was not as Pang Zhantian expected. Not only did Ye Guhong not fall to pieces, but other than some scratches, he had no fatal injuries.
He had been unconscious for a long time, and he didn't know whether it was because he had regained consciousness or because he was unwilling to drag his body with such excessive blood loss. He actually turned over and got up.
Half-conscious, he felt as if he had been crawling in a pile of weeds for a long time. Ye Guhong vaguely felt that there was a cup in front of him, and the cup was full of red liquid.
He had lost a lot of blood at this moment, and his mouth and tongue were even more dry. In a daze, he had no extra thoughts to think about what was in the cup, so he directly stretched his head to the cup and opened his mouth to drink.
The pungent feeling was like eating the hottest chili pepper in the world. Ye Guhong instantly felt dizzy and his throat felt as if there was a soldering iron stuck in it. He struggled and rolled around on the ground.
A hot breath rushed wildly in the body, and all of Ye Guhong's meridians and acupuncture points were tormented for a while. It was really worse than death.
"Su Lan... I don't want you to be bullied by others... I can't die... I can't die..."
Ye Guhong stood up straight and endured the heartbreaking pain in his body. He forcibly started to circulate the spiritual energy in his body, trying to suppress the burning energy that spread throughout his body.
When the spiritual breath passes through the meridians from the Dantian, it will lead a burning breath, turning it into spiritual breath that can be used by oneself. Every time it circulates for a week, extremely abundant spiritual breath will be poured into the Dantian.
In just two weeks, Ye Guhong's Dantian was filled up, and then the spiritual breath spread into his flesh and blood. His physique was strengthened and he was promoted to the fourth stage of spiritual disciple.
But, all this is just the beginning
The burning energy in Ye Guhong's body has only been relieved by a fraction of a second. Now he is still as if he is sitting in a pit of rolling flames, and he is still extremely uncomfortable.
However, every time the spiritual energy circulates for a week, the uncomfortable state will be relieved a lot. Ye Guhong subconsciously keeps operating week after week.
Repeatedly like this, two nights and one day will pass
Exhaling a sigh of relief from his chest, Ye Guhong slowly opened his eyes.
Looking down at his hands, Ye Guhong could only smile bitterly.
After continuously running the Spiritual Breath Transformation Rain Technique, turning the scorching gas in his body into spiritual breath, Ye Guhong not only was not burned to death by this scorching gas, but with the help of its power, he leapt to the level of spiritual breath in just two days.
Already reached the sixth level of spiritual disciple!
I am afraid that there are not many people who can grow up so fast. The moment Ye Guhong woke up, he had questions in his heart: "Is this real, or is it a dream? Is this hell? Or is it?