In the west of Sichuan, thousands of peaks and mountains are endless, in addition to the mountain or the mountain, the strange peak is high into the cloud table, the cliff is steep and falls, look up, the cloud seals the heavenly pillar, overlooks the valley, the fog locks the river stream, shrouds the gloomy bush.

The mountains are beautiful, and the four seasons are green. In today's world, when even a stone has to be sealed as a strange stone and makes a big travel article, it is still inaccessible and undisturbed, which is really rare.

In one of these 100,000 mountains, there is a small village that has lived for generations, with more than 100 households and hundreds of villagers. Living an idyllic life in isolation.

Do it at sunrise and rest at moonrise, self-sufficient, and rarely interact with the outside world.

There is only a long and bumpy path leading directly to the outside of the mountain, and after every month, the village chief assigns more than 20 young and strong young men to carry the charcoal burned by the villagers themselves, take it out and sell it, and then buy back some of the things necessary for the villagers' lives.

The mountains don't know the years, and this tranquil, indisputable life has lasted for hundreds of years, oh no, maybe thousands of years.

Until this year, Feng Yi grew to fifteen years old.

Feng Yi is the only person with a foreign surname in this small mountain village, originally two, he and his grandfather.

But three years ago, after his superb medical skills and supernatural grandfather saved countless people, he failed to save himself and died of illness, so there was only one person with a foreign surname left in the village.

Since Feng Yi was sensible at the age of three, he has been exposed to China's vast and profound culture. At the age of three, he learned to sing the three-character scripture, at the age of four, he read the poetry and the scriptures, and at the age of eight, he learned the way of Go, at the age of six, he splashed ink and painted, and at the age of seven, he played the zither and the piano, and played the flute.

As for his grandfather's medical skills, it is an indispensable compulsory item for Feng Yi every day. Asking for a pulse, prescribing for the evidence, selecting decoctions, acupuncture and cupping, relying on his bright talent, Feng Yi got a thorough understanding at the age of ten.

In short, since he was three years old, Feng Yi didn't know what it meant to be idle, and he was busier than the adults in the village every day. When he was ten years old, his grandfather called Feng Yi to his side, and solemnly handed a scripture wrapped in yellow silk to Feng Yi.

From that day on, Feng Yi had one more homework every day - practice!

The name of the Taixu True Scripture is called the Sutra, but in fact it is not a scripture, but nine portraits of the human body, nine messy portraits drawn by red arrows. However, seeing his grandfather's strict and respectful appearance, Feng Yi never dared to show the contempt in his heart.

Under the guidance of his grandfather, Feng Yi began to cultivate the first portrait, the first portrait is the simplest, with the fewest arrows, but it is also the most difficult.

Grandpa told him that those arrows represented the so-called true qi, and the route outlined by the arrows showed the route of the true qi, and only when the true qi ran smoothly according to the arrows could it be considered complete.

In order to be able to experience the true qi that grandpa said, every day before dawn, Feng Yi would climb a high mountain around the village, facing the direction of the rising sun, desperately swallowing and absorbing, and carefully experiencing the feeling of true qi flowing in the body described by grandpa.

After more than a month, Feng Yi barely felt a little bit of heat in his body, and hurriedly ran according to the body portrait, and it took a full morning for Feng Yi to run for the first time.

However, tossing for a morning did not make him feel tired and tired, on the contrary, it made him feel as light as a swallow, comfortable and energetic!

I actually fell in love with this feeling of cultivation, and I never used my grandfather's urging anymore.

A year later, when Feng Yi was eleven years old, the first portrait was successfully retired, and he was burned clean by his grandfather.

The true qi in Feng Yi's body is already as thick as a little thumb, as long as Feng Yi moves his thoughts, this true qi with the thickness of a little finger will automatically follow the route indicated by the arrow of the first human portrait and run smoothly.

After practicing the first portrait, Feng Yi's body became stronger, and his strength was much greater, walking like flying and swinging an axe like a feather, which made some young people in the village ashamed of themselves.

The so-called difficulty at the beginning of everything, with the accumulation of the first portrait, the second portrait was burned by the grandfather, and Feng Yi only took half a year's work.

In the past six months, Feng Yi's appearance is not very obvious, what has changed a lot is his mind, which is already considered to be a talented and intelligent Feng Yi, after this, it is even more like a stone Buddha has opened his mind, and many questions that he couldn't understand in the past suddenly became clear, as if it should have been like that, and it seemed so natural.

In the past six months, there are two things that grandpa has done the most, one is to nod and praise Fengyi with his beard, and the other is to cough constantly.

On Feng Yi's twelfth birthday, he failed to practice the third portrait, but ushered in the death of his grandfather.

Grandpa walked very calmly, except for coughing loudly from time to time, he was always quietly watching Feng Yi.

From time to time, there is a strange brilliance in the clear eyes, and there is expectation in relief, and anticipation is mixed with reluctance.

Three years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Feng Yi has grown to fifteen years old, and it is definitely not a compliment to say that he is full of poetry and books. The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are even more amazing.

The third portrait of the Taixu Sutra was burned on his grandfather's grave as early as two years ago.

After two years of hard cultivation for the fourth portrait, Feng Yi intuitively felt that the day of success was not far off.

With the gradual deepening of his cultivation of the Taixu Sutra, Feng Yi became more and more aware of its preciousness.

Feng Yi doesn't know if he is a normal person now, if people can accept that a normal person can casually raise his hand to chop down a towering giant tree, stomp his feet and jump up more than ten meters, and lightly tap his toes to the ground, he can fly out one hundred and eighty meters, then Feng Yi is a normal person.

Influenced by thousands of years of Chinese civilization, the idea of low-key moderation has deeply influenced Feng Yi, so much so that until now, even Feng Yi's friends don't know that Feng Yi has these incredible skills, let alone other villagers in the village.

He still repeats the days when his grandfather was there, the state of life that is full and full, except for occasionally treating the villagers who are occasionally infected with ulcers, most of the time is spent studying medical skills, sketches, chess scores, and piano scores, or he will absorb it towards the sunrise and sunset.

Occasionally, when it rises, I will pick up a fishing rod to catch a few grass carp, come back and cook it carefully, and eat a beautiful meal.