No one knows, and no one pays attention, in a quiet room and a quiet corner of the Song family's compound, the vitality is quietly lost, and the disappeared vitality is not worth a dime compared to the entire Song family, but for the broken body of the hills, it is sweeter than the spring rain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

His meridians had been shattered, and within the fragile meridians was a wisp of vitality smaller than a hair, carefully exploring forward, most of which had penetrated into the meridians to nourish his body. Ordinary people awaken the star apocalypse, and they will absorb the vitality through the stars, and through the refining of the stars, the pure vitality will be transported to all parts of the body. The hills didn't have that star, so he could only simply nourish his body with vitality, and he felt some comfort when he was already thin.

The meridians were warm, the pain in the whole body was less, and the hair-like vitality was quickly swallowed up by the meridians, and the little body that had been hungry for a long time was finally about to eat a full meal. The hills are sweating profusely, these vitality are not obedient, Xingqi can rely on the stars to refine, so that the chaotic vitality can walk obediently according to his own wishes, but the hills have no stars, so they can only let the vitality pour into the meridians, at first it was only a small strand, and then with the attraction of the hills, the vitality gathered somewhat uncontrollably.

The entire Song family arranged a huge formation, and the vitality in it was continuously compressed, and the pressure in the large array was greater than that of the outside world, and the absorption of the hills was like breaking through a cave, and all the vitality that had nowhere to go was squeezed here, and there was very little at first, and with the absorption of the hills, more vitality was replenished.

Within the meridians, a small stream of vitality acted uncontrollably, followed by another stream, and then another stream, so many vitality in the meridians kept wandering, if the two vitality collided together, not to mention that the meridians of the hills were so fragile, even the other Nine Star Realms would not dare to do so. This state is somewhat similar to walking through the demon, the vitality in the body is chaotic, no matter how high the cultivation is, it is useless, and it is likely to be blown to pieces by one's own vitality.

Qiu Ling obviously knew something, he had never refined Yuan Qi, how could he control Yuan Qi, he could only feel the misty mist around him, and then those white mist gathered towards his body, one by two, and then several Yuan Qi did not enter the meridians, and the sweaty Qiu Ling was a little at a loss, and his immature little face was full of sadness.

Those vitality traveled along the meridians, some of them were absorbed by the meridians, and more of the impurities of the vitality rolled in the meridians, and more and more vitality rolled disobediently, like steel needles turning from the body. The hill couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, gritted his teeth and wanted to break the cultivation, but at this moment, the uncontrolled influx of vitality, how could it be broken.

Several strands of vitality in the body wandered disobediently, bringing bursts of swelling and pain, as if they were about to burst the meridians.

He has endured the pain brought by the meridians all these years, and has given the hills some buffered endurance, and with his endurance, he still feels unbearable, and if he were someone else, he would have been stunned by this inhuman pain a long time ago.

Just when the hills were at a loss, the meridians in the body were surprisingly quiet, following the lines of the meridians, gathering in the direction of the right eye, and those chaotic vitality all gathered towards the right eye of the hill uncontrollably, swallowed by the purple light, and disappeared almost instantly.

Hill sat on the bed, stunned by the sudden occurrence, and the swelling in his body disappeared instantly, as if the scene just now was a hallucination.

"What's going on?" The hills were talking to themselves, a little unconfident, and the meridians were empty, just like when they hadn't absorbed the vitality before.

Hill got up and stood in front of the mirror, and he could still see a faint purple in his right eye, Hill looked at it with his eyes open, and still couldn't believe what had just happened, the purple in his right eye seemed to have something to do with his Qi.

If you don't try to absorb some vitality, the hills are also bold, with the idea of giving it a try, feel the vitality around you again, this time you are familiar with the road, the speed of absorption is faster, and after a while, several chaotic vitality enters the body, the hills grit their teeth and practice, and the sweat on their heads is covered again, this kind of swelling pain is not something that ordinary people can bear, he is like a fragile balloon, to be blown up by the vitality, close to exploding.

However, the next scene made Hill feel that the pain was still worth it, and the vitality in the meridians was swallowed up again, and all the vitality near his right eye was swallowed up and disappeared.

"Come again", the hills came to the interest, as if the pain in the body did not belong to him, he had endured in the pain for ten years, and now there are some ways to cultivate, how can he give up easily. Absorb a few strands of vitality in this way, reach the limit of pain, and let the purple devour itself.

It's just that this way of practicing is too painful, and after four or five times, Qiu Ling took a big breath and lay on the bed, his whole body soaked with sweat, and he was already a little dehydrated. There was some soreness and numbness in the limbs, which was the sequelae of the swelling of the meridians, and I couldn't even move.

The eyes of the hills were pitch black, and there were some different colors, although it was painful, but it gave him a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope to be able to practice.

In the Song family, it is like a grave of death, dark and dark, and there is no daylight, but today the hills see a glimmer of hope, just a little bit of hope, which makes the hills feel that the sky of the entire Song family is not so terrible. People are most afraid of no hope, even if there is only one extravagant hope, or a fantasy, it is enough, isn't it?

Qiu Ling smiled, and there were some different feelings in his dark eyes, he had never cried much since he was a child, and his eyes were stained with tears. The tears covered his cheeks, as if two bloods had split his smiling cheeks into several petals, looking so weird and so bitter.

The night was surprisingly long and surprisingly quiet, no one cared about what happened in the room, let alone what happened to the hill, he was like an outsider, he never belonged to the Song family, and never belonged here. His presence was like a shadow, even transparent air.

The children of the Song family got up very early, and everyone has the goal instilled by their parents in their hearts, if they want to get ahead in the Song family, they must have enough talent and enough hard work. Resources are earned by themselves. Therefore, the Song family, who have similar qualifications, compete with each other for more thrilling efforts.

The children who practiced in the morning had already finished their practice, starting with the simplest fists and kicks, punching and kicking, starting from the most fundamental body, inch by inch.

The foundation is laid by oneself, which cannot be faked, and relying on external objects is always not as solid as one's own sweat to practice, which everyone knows.

Song Jiatian once pointed to Langhai Lake and said that the sweat shed is one-ten-millionth of Langhai Lake, which is enough to be invincible in the world;

This is a bit exaggerated, Langhai Lake is hundreds of miles long, how much sweat does it take to be worth one ten-millionth, Song Jiatian used to be the most genius of the Song family, and he took the Song family to a new peak, and his words are largely worth figuring out.

Today, the hills are no different from the past, when he came out of the hut, the sun has been out for a while, according to the past habits, there will be a special instructor to guide the practice, the hills still sit in their corner, watch the instructor guide the basic practice, the basic practice covers a lot, including fighting, fighting, body methods, medical treatment and other common knowledge, not only to exercise your body, but also to open your mind.

This is a complex and systematic learning, like the Song family, the elite cultivated by the elite must be a well-rounded genius level, not only the Song family, but also the disciples of the real big family and the big sect, in the most basic place, they have gained a lot, and they will inevitably go further than others.

This is still the most basic training, when you are fourteen to sixteen years old, the age of the weak crown, you will get different resources to focus on training according to your personal talents, and most of the disciples of the Song family who are working so hard now are looking for resources, and different qualifications get different levels of resources, and even some will get the permission of the son of the Song family, which is the heir of the next patriarch and elder, and the judgment of the Song family's major events on weekdays will also have a precious vote.

Qiu Ling's eyes were staring ahead, he learned very well, especially the theoretical knowledge, some rare and exotic plants, and he remembered the anecdotes very clearly, the most important thing was that he was weak, and there was nothing else to do on weekdays except to see more. According to Qiu Ling's previous thoughts, when he was fourteen years old, he could become a pharmacist, and he could be a profession that could be evaluated without cultivation, and he could also have a good diet in the Song family.

But now, Hills has a higher pursuit, and he can hear this morning lesson especially clearly.

Half a little time had passed since the end of the course, and others began to prepare their own cultivation plans, and the hills followed the path towards the backyard, which was a vast mountain col where they could practice magic on weekdays. It is also the only place where the underage disciples of the Song family can learn from each other.

The hills like to find a place to stay, dense bamboo forests, the entire hillside is full of dense bamboo, the ground is a thick layer of bamboo leaves, and no one comes here on weekdays. Hill likes to be quiet, likes to lie in the depths of the bamboo forest and look at the distant sky, but today he has other things.

The path is deep and obscured by dense bamboo leaves, so it is easy for people who don't come here often to get lost, and there is no mountain road on the hillside, so you can only shuttle from the dense bamboo forest. Today's hills are walking very fast, when he arrived, Song Zhige had not yet started to practice, looking along the bamboo forest, he could see the figure of Song Zhige under the mountain, reviewing what he had learned today.

Song Zhige is the grandson of Song Jiatian, who is loved by thousands of people on weekdays, and he is even harder. Here you can see the figures of many disciples under the mountain, but they can't find the hills, this place is the secret of the hills, the secrets that have been kept for a long time.

There is a small open space in the bamboo forest, and the hills can be used at will, but his movements do not have much strength, and even the thinnest bamboo poles are constantly chopped. Qiu Ling didn't care about this, he also recalled what he had learned in the past, and began to lie on the ground, with familiar figures in his mind, which were the children under the mountain, and that was the figure when they were practicing.

At this time, the right eye of the hill changed, and all the figures in his mind appeared in the right eye, a ball of purple, as far as the hill's vision could see, those purple appeared in front of him, all of which were the figures of the hill's memory. Qiu Ling looked at the changes in front of him, and just took a step forward, the figure slammed out, which was the body that Xing Qi was good at. The hills are not slow, and they fight back in the way they have rehearsed many times in their minds. The figure was similar to the normal shape of Xingqi, and two figures appeared in the right eye of the hill, one purple and the other normal gray-black.

The gray figure moved along with the hills' mind, flashing left and right, but it still couldn't hold up for two or three rounds, and the gray figure was smashed to pieces. The consciousness of the hill returned to the body, and found that the whole body was already soaked, and the right eye just now was like a real young world, and those purple figures were like real star apocalypse. Hill's eyes widened and he didn't dare to close them.