Zhang Heng, who begged the master to come back from the top of the mountain, was not far away, and he happened to see this scene in his eyes, and a heartache flashed in his eyes, but this man's character was resolute in the end, and the heartache in his eyes was suppressed by him in a blink of an eye, and then strode towards the door.

"Dad, are you back?"

The little boy sitting on the threshold saw his father coming back, his eyes lit up, and he immediately jumped up and grabbed his father's arm, Zhang Heng's resolute face showed a touch of love, touched the top of his son's head, and said, "Go! Go in with Dad! Dad has good news for you!"

When the father and son entered the house, when Zhang Heng told his son that his master was about to ask the head of the sect to admit him into the Qingyun Sword Sect, the little boy was very surprised.

"Really? Daddy? Really? Really?"

A small face full of longing for the future.

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The plot advances little by little, and the little boy Zhang Song and children of the same age become the seventh generation disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect, put on the green robe of the Qingyun Sword Sect that he has longed for, and has a small wooden sword of his own.

As the plot progresses, a small detail is also revealed - it turns out that Zhang Heng's wife, the mother of the little boy Zhang Song, had a difficult birth when she gave birth to him, and Zhang Song lost his mother as soon as he was born.

Moreover, because he was born prematurely, he was born weak, and it happened that her mother was also congenitally weak, and Zhang Song, a little boy, had even worse physique, and he got sick every once in a while, and he held the medicine jar more times than the rice bowl since he was a child.

So he also can't exercise as vigorously as his peers.

A doctor once diagnosed that he would not live to be twenty years old, which was the main reason why his father begged his master to take him under the Qingyun Sect.

The father and son depend on each other, the son is born so weak, the father only hopes that Zhang Song can become healthy and live for a few more decades like ordinary people, that's all.

Qingyun Sword Sect is not an ordinary martial arts sect, but a sect of cultivating immortals.

Although Zhang Song can't exercise vigorously, as long as he becomes a disciple of Qingyun, he can practice the most basic qi cultivation technique of the Qingyun Sword Sect, which can organize the body, consolidate the foundation and cultivate the yuan, and let Zhang Song's body turn to health.

Time passed little by little, on the big screen, the little boy Zhang Song grew up little by little, one by one cold and summer reincarnation, people of the same age as him, who had entered the Qingyun Sword Sect together, some people had already cultivated their qi and began to practice higher smoke and clouds; some people had mastered two or three sets of swordsmanship of the Qingyun Sword Sect; the most outstanding one had been able to initially fly with the sword and get the Qingyun Flying Sword given by the sect.

However, Zhang Song, who was born weak, is still only at the middle level of the Qi Cultivation Formula, and there is still a long way to go before the Qi Cultivation Recipe is completed.

Everyone has already used the real sword, and he still uses the wooden sword sent by the original sect for cultivation.

Although the little friends who grew up together since childhood, under the guidance of the adults in the family and the master, they all deliberately took care of his feelings, and no one bullied him or ridiculed him, but the sensitive little Zhang Song still became silent day by day, and he began to become inferior.

Moreover, friends, it's not true that none of them bullied him and laughed at him.

There is a leading little fat man, because he is the son of a sect deacon, he is followed by two little followers every day behind his buttocks, this little fat man named Wang Ying likes to take advantage of the absence of people to bully Zhang Song with those two little followers.

The reason is just because the little girl Ah Bi likes to play with Zhang Song.

His father, Zhang Heng, became more and more busy, and Abi's mother persuaded him one day not to work so hard and spend more time taking care of Asong.

Zhang Heng, who was already full of vicissitudes, was silent for a long time, and finally said what he thought in his heart: "Song'er is getting bigger and bigger, although he has been cultivating very hard, but his Qi cultivation technique is still too slow to enter the realm, if it goes on like this, I am worried that his body will not last that day!"

"So, what do you want to do?" asked Abi's mother, frowning.

Zhang Heng: "I want to do more sect tasks, make more contributions to the sect, and then ask the head of the sect to give Song'er a myelin-washing pill!"

The Pulp Washing Pill is an extremely precious pill of the Qingyun Sword Sect, which has the effect of washing the marrow and exchanging blood, and has always been only given to meritorious people who have made great achievements for the sect, are full of injuries, and it is difficult to further cultivate.

It took a few years for the Qingyun Sword Sect to gather the materials to practice one, and I don't know how many people are staring, so after Abi's mother knew Zhang Heng's plan, she sighed, and she was not optimistic that Zhang Heng would be able to seek the Purifying Pill.

But he no longer persuaded Zhang Heng not to fight so hard.

Time flies, and finally, the little boy Zhang Song has grown up, and the person who plays him has finally become Yang Qi, who is thin and delicate.

When Yang Qi first filmed "Sword and Spaceship", Yang Qi was not as tall as he is now, and his body was still thin.

Yang Qi, who has such an appearance and such eyes, is simply too suitable for the role of Zhang Song, with a thin body and a delicate and pale face, it is very convincing to say that he was born weak.

Coupled with Zhang Song's experience since childhood, having a pair of melancholy eyes is completely reasonable.

One of the shots of Yang Qi is sitting cross-legged on a corner of the cliff, facing the windy void outside the cliff, the gentle breeze blows on his face, the pale yellow hair is flying in the wind, the small wooden sword is placed horizontally on his lap, and with his breathing, the slender cloud qi is inhaled into his nose.

There was an invisible aura that seemed to accompany him with every breath.

The green robe on his body gradually began to swell, and at the same time, his deep voice was transmitted to the audience in the form of an inner monologue.

"Dad has been down the mountain for more than three years in order to ask for the marrow washing pill for me, and he hasn't come back for so long...... Dad, why haven't you come back? Song'er doesn't want you to work so hard, Dad! Do you know? In the past three years, I have devoted myself to cultivation every day, and my qi cultivation technique is almost complete, so you don't have to work so hard to do the task...... Without the Purifying Pill, I would have been able to practice the Qi Cultivation Technique to the ...... of Dacheng."

The voice of the inner monologue was heard in the ears of the audience, especially in the ears of Yang Qi's fans, and their eyes were sour, and they were also moved.

Father Zhang Heng for his son, for nearly ten years, regardless of the danger of hard work, went down the mountain again and again to be born and died for the Qingyun Sword Sect, and Zhang Song, who was born weak and even inferior to ordinary people, was also sensible early, in order for his father to be less hard and dangerous, he seized all the time to practice hard, just so that he could practice the qi cultivation technique without washing the marrow pill, so that his father could return safely.

Just when the audience was moved, on the big screen, Zhang Song's hands resting on his knees played by Yang Qi suddenly began to quickly form dazzling fingers.

At the same time, the aura on his body is getting stronger and stronger, an invisible aura is almost visible to the naked eye, enveloping his body, as his hand knot becomes faster and faster, the aura on his body becomes stronger and stronger, and finally, it turns into a sky-high white qi, rushing out from the top of his head.

"It's done!"

Yang Qi, who had closed his eyes for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes, stood up suddenly, and let out a long whistle, and the whistling sound was endless for a long time.

In the long whistling sound, there is a feeling of expressing one's chest and exhaling and raising one's eyebrows. Please Baidu "Throw Book Network" Thank you for your support!