"Feng'er, you have to remember that a manly man should stand up to the sky and be indomitable!"

Song Shan stood in front of the door, looked at Song Feng, and said with a serious face.

"Father, I ......"

"The road ahead can only be walked by yourself, and I can't accompany you. ”

After that, Song Shan looked at Song Feng with gentle eyes, and his figure gradually blurred until it disappeared......

"Father!"

There was a snap, and there was a sound of objects smashing, accompanied by a terrible scream.

A young man sat up from the bed suddenly, his palms were densely covered with beads of sweat, looking at the broken water cup next to the bed, Song Feng couldn't help but rub his eyebrows and sighed.

"I dreamed of my father again, where did you go, father?"

"Child, what's wrong with you? Are you having nightmares again?" A voice full of concern sounded, with a bang, the door opened, and an old man dressed in coarse cloth walked in, looking at Song Feng with a kind face.

A cool breeze poured in from the dilapidated doors and windows, and the winter wind blew, and Song Feng, who was slightly thin, couldn't help but shiver in the cold wind.

"Lieber, I'm fine, don't worry, I just miss my father. Song Feng got up from the bed and faced the kind old man.

"You kid, you just love to be strong, it's so cold in winter, come, wear more clothes. ”

Li Gang said as he put on the old coarse cloth coat for Song Feng.

"Your father...... Alas!"

At this time, Li Gang stopped, no longer spoken, and his mouth was full of sighs.

Song Feng suddenly felt that his throat was full of bitterness, every time he talked about his father Li Bo, he was like this, although he was very eager to get the truth, but he seemed to have guessed a few points, and he didn't dare to face the truth in his heart.

I'd rather not know for the time being, it's better.

"Today, the Ye family has some new goods, send our servants' yard to move, I'll go and get busy first, there is still some food in the pot, wait for you to eat, don't be hungry." ”

Li Gang looked at Song Feng in contemplation, said with concern, and went out to work.

Song Feng couldn't let go of his father's affairs for a long time, so much so that he woke up from his contemplation with a hungry rumbling.

In dilapidated houses, roofs, windows, and gates are full of holes, and on rainy days, it is usually about the same as being immersed in water.

Not only was the paint badly faded from the badly broken window, but the hole the size of a human head could be easily pierced by the winter wind even if a piece of cloth was stuffed inside.

Looking at everything in the extremely simple house, Song Feng felt extremely warm in his heart. Ever since his father was no longer with him, it had been Lieber who had relied on helping people carry heavy loads to earn a thin salary and pull him to adulthood.

"I must repay Li Bo well in the future!"

Song Feng secretly swore in his heart.

After casually going to have a meal and filling his stomach, Song Feng went out and rushed towards the remote hill behind the Ye family.

Outside, the snow was falling heavily, and the whole world was white, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of silver. The bitter winter wind whistled and blew on people's faces like a knife.

What are you doing in Houshan? Of course, it is cultivation, and cultivation has become an indispensable lesson for Song Feng every day.

And because Ye Ling'er and Song Feng were relatively close, almost the entire younger generation of the Ye family was very hostile to him, and because he was not a child of the Ye family, although he could go in and out of the cultivation place, he was discriminated against and bullied everywhere.

So he had to come to the back mountain, and after coming a few times, he also liked this place, which was very desolate, very quiet, and usually inaccessible.

At this time, Song Feng, as usual, went into the deepest part of the hill, took some dry leaves and spread them on the snow, and found a slightly flat place to sit down.

took out a rather old yellow book from his bosom, put it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it a few times, as if his father, who was serious in the past, was in front of him.

There are a few crooked characters on the cover of the shabby book, and after a few years, Song Feng has gradually grown up, and most of the basic knowledge on the Tianyun Continent is familiar to him.

This book of cultivation primers given by his father before, he couldn't even understand any of these big characters. These fonts are indeed very strange, like a frightening dragon, and like the lifelike real phoenix, with teeth and claws, as if they want to break the shackles of the book and go straight to the sky.

"Maybe it's because I'm still a shallow cultivator, and I can't even read a word!"

Song Feng smiled self-deprecatingly in his heart, leaving these thoughts behind.

The quaint book was slowly opened, and the first page was an ancient text that Song Feng could barely understand.

"My generation's cultivation is to fight with the sky, and there was a sage in ancient times, whose name was: Devouring the sky. The true dragon and phoenix soar in the sky, condense the creation of eternal green, and break through the void. ”

Every time he saw this text, Song Feng had a feeling of blood boiling, but a book of exercises for the introduction of cultivation, citing this example of an ancient sage as a prologue, it was too exaggerated, thinking of this, Song Feng couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

At the same time, turning the second page with great familiarity, this is the cultivation method that really begins. Induction into the body.

The first step in mortal cultivation is to find out the aura floating in the surrounding void, and then introduce it into the body, constantly nourishing the body, so that the body can gradually adapt to the spiritual power, and then can cultivate later.

Although Song Feng has been cultivating for a long time, he still has never sensed the existence of aura, although he is a little depressed in his heart, he still does not give up, and the long-term ordeal has created his indomitable will.

Song Feng meditated down as before, spread his hands flat, closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling, and when his mind calmed down, he began to recall the content of the Qi Drawing into the Body.

"Not sticking to one time, different from the world, drawing qi from the heavenly spirit, the wind knows the strength of the grass, and the road is different from now on. ”

Thinking of this time, Song Feng was also extremely puzzled, as far as he knew, ordinary people induced the aura to lead the aura to the dantian, and this exercise was to lead the aura to the heavenly spirit, that is, the heavenly spirit cover on the top of the head.

However, he didn't have any other exercises in his hand to cross-reference, and the Ye family's exercises were even more difficult for him to approach, so he could only use this.

"Wait, Swift Grass, that's a little hard to understand, Hurricane, Hurricane...... , Is it to cultivate in a windy place?" Song Feng seemed to understand something, and muttered to himself.

After saying that, he hurriedly got up and walked to the top of the back mountain, and the place where the wind was strongest in the back mountain was naturally the top of the mountain.

At this time, Song Feng, who was standing on the top of the mountain, looked into the distance, there was endless white up and down, and a cold winter wind roared, Song Feng couldn't help but wrap his shabby coarse cloth coat tightly and shivered.

In order to cultivate, as soon as Song Feng gritted his teeth, he chose a place where the winter wind swirled and was boundless cold, sat down, put on a posture of cultivation and meditation, and continued to sense the existence of aura.

There was silence, only the hovering wind in his ears, Song Feng quickly entered the state of cultivation, which is also strange to say, in the face of the boundless cold and roaring wind, Song Feng at this time was even more quiet, it seemed that he had forgotten the cold, forgot everything......

Like a newborn baby, I only have curiosity and yearning for everything in nature.....

The soul in the body seems to come out of the body, looking at everything in the void, and the rest of the source is extinguished, like a person with a soul, with subtle emotions.

And in the mezzanine of the void, the golden tadpole-like things, as if they have vitality, swim in the void to their heart's content, bringing up pieces of dreamlike brilliance, this is spiritual power.

A large group of tadpole-like creatures floated out of the void, gently touching Song Feng's mind as if it was free, as if it had concluded some mysterious contract, swimming slightly around Song Feng's mind......

Song Feng's eyes opened slightly, and he exhaled a breath of cold air, and his face, which was slightly red and swollen from the cold, returned to ruddy, he had already sensed the aura just now, and the oily feeling like the blending of water and milk made him enjoy it very much.

"Next, it's time to draw qi to the heavenly spirits......

This is also the most important step, it is related to the question of whether or not they can cultivate in the future, many people can feel the existence of aura, but they can't introduce it into their bodies, and in the end they can only become mortals.

Gently closing his eyes, a mysterious feeling arose, a spiritual power revolved around him, as long as it was introduced into the Heavenly Spirit Cover, then the cultivation of the Qi Induction into the Body Chapter would be successful.

Song Feng carefully dragged the spiritual power with his heart, just like using candy to lure a child, and he couldn't be sloppy at all.

With Song Feng's efforts, a spiritual power finally moved slowly with his mind, one zhang, eight feet, six feet,...... It was closer, and it was getting closer and closer to the Tianling Gai, and Song Feng's heart couldn't help but mention his throat.

With a pop, Song Feng seemed to hear the sound of spiritual energy entering the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"It's finally done!"

Song Feng stood up, feeling the slowly flowing spiritual power on the heavenly spirit cover, and in the cold winter wind, not only did he not feel cold, but he also felt that his body was very warm.

It's like a warm spring breeze blowing in your face, and the willows are blowing on your face, and you feel that your thin body is a lot stronger all of a sudden.

Song Feng moved his limbs and punched a set of punches against the wind, only to feel that his body was full of inexhaustible strength, and his spirit was very full.

"I should be considered a hardener now!"