"In the ancient war, after the Shura clan unified the demon world, they still couldn't stop their greedy thoughts, and led the demon army to raid the heavenly realm, the heavenly realm was lost, and my Tianlong clan was forced to seal itself, as the prince of my clan, you are gifted, and you are the only hope for the revival of our clan......"

"Ah!!!" Sweating and soaking his back, Song Tianlong woke up again from the dream that had been repeated I don't know how many times, and the blood and slaughter in the dream were as real as they were.

Song Tianlong looked up at the faint light that seeped into the cracks of the roof tiles, as if he hadn't woken up from a dream, a drop of water condensed by cold dew quietly fell on Song Tianlong's gray pillow and turned into nothingness.

"Since you don't feel sleepy, then seize the opportunity to cultivate, don't think nonsense there. An old and hoarse voice sounded slowly, pulling Song Tianlong, who had fallen into a trance, back to reality.

Song Tianlong, who got up, seemed to have a little sluggishness in his eyes, and he was settled, and his fists and feet began to swing along the trajectory that he had already been proficient in, from numbness to gradually entering the state.

The words moved freely, and Song Tianlong began to read softly: "Qi is divided into yin and yang, yang is the upper qi, and yin is the lower qi." Comprehend heaven and earth, balance yin and yang, and only then can we draw qi and refine gods. Exhale~inhale~"

"That's right, if you want revenge, if you want to avenge yourself, if you want to avenge your grievances, this fist has to be hardened first. The old, hoarse voice said leisurely again.

Five years ago, the young Song Tianlong shouted that he was the reincarnation of the prince of the Tianlong clan because of that strange dream, but the disaster came out of his mouth, causing his mother to suffer great shame, and the mother and son were expelled from the gate of the Song family. Song's mother died of depression, but Song Tianlong was taken in by an old man who made a living by scavenging, and lived in this dilapidated house.

Song Tianlong, who had experienced changes in his life, was silent, and he never explained his life experience to the old man, and the old man never asked. The cultivation method was brought out by Song Tianlong from home, and the old man never asked.

The old man didn't know how to cultivate martial arts, but he could see that Song Tianlong's eyes were full of hatred. It's just that the old man will explain some life experiences to Song Tianlong, so that Song Tianlong can calm down and cultivate, so that he will not fall or go crazy.

Gradually, the depression in Song Tianlong's heart was finally relieved, and he began to be willing to communicate with the old man, and in terms of title, Song Tianlong called the old man grandpa, and the old man called Song Tianlong his grandson.

From midnight cultivation to the dawn of the sky, a few hours passed in the blink of an eye. The eastern sky gradually lit up with a morning glow, and the rising sunlight scattered on the figure of the young man in the courtyard, refracting a little light in the sweat, slender and handsome.

"I left my grandson and went to pick up waste with my grandfather. The old man propped up his crutches, put a gray-black sack on his shoulder, and slowly walked out of the door, behind him, Song Tianlong shook the sweat stains on his body, and also carried a sack, and walked out of the house with the old man.

"Sun Tzu, scavenging is not picking up rags, you must have a pair of eyes to find treasures, and don't drill there when you see a garbage heap all day long. The old man slammed his cane on Song Tianlong's head with a bang, scolded with hatred, and then began to rummage in the garbage heap on the other side.

The strength of the old man's beating can only be regarded as an itch for Song Tianlong, who practices martial arts every day, but Song Tianlong still pretended to be in pain and ran away with his head in his hands, and shouted at the old man: "You said that there are good things here, and you beat me before I even got close to look at it." ”

"Look at which pile you are turning over? You know how to eat all day long, and if you turn over some leftover food from other people, can you have some interest! The treasure is here!" the old man said in disgust.

"Grandpa, if you don't let me go hunting in the barren mountains, and don't plant me some fruits and wild vegetables, if it weren't for these leftovers I picked up, we would have starved to death on the streets. For me, these leftovers are the real treasures. You often tell me that the premise of revenge is to let yourself live first, and I listened to it. But you said that the streets of this city are full of countless treasures of heaven and earth, waiting for us scavengers to discover, and I have never understood what you said. ”

Who would have thought that in five years, what has been tempered is a rich young master who wants to seek death from despair, from crying and wanting to hit a stone with an egg, to a tough young man who recognizes the reality in front of him and can bend and shrink. How much humiliation and tears should have been experienced behind this?

In Song Tianlong's understanding, if there are treasures that can be picked up, they should also be in the wilderness, and those inaccessible places are.

It's not the first time that Song Tianlong has gone out to pick up waste with the old man, but he always feels that the old man's theory is so unreliable.

Over the years, the old man has not picked up nothing, but the things he brought home are either some broken bricks and tiles, or rotten wooden furniture, and even swaddling clothes for newborn babies and underwear used by women...... Song Tianlong was born in a wealthy family, and he was not completely unaware of the affairs of men and women, and once wondered if the old man had some vulgar habits that were different from ordinary people......

"Now, another treasure has been found. The old man rummaged through a pile of garbage and spilled out a small piece and waved it at Song Tianlong. This time, Song Tianlong was almost so disgusted that he wanted to vomit last night's meal - it turned out to be a blood-stained silk handkerchief.

"Vomit!" A retching sound, Song Tianlong forcibly endured the nausea in his chest and said, "Grandpa, what are you doing here, picking up such an extremely filthy thing?"

"What does the little kid know? This is a girl's redness! Go, go home with grandpa. It's been five years, and I've finally got what I have in store for you. The old man's expression showed a touch of joy, like a stone pressed in his heart fell to the ground. "Today, you kid is also blessed. Hehehe......"

The old man said, and slowly walked back in the direction of the broken house on crutches. Song Tianlong hurriedly followed.

Along the way, Song Tianlong couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart, and asked more than once: "Grandpa, what good things did you say you prepared for me?"

"Hehe, don't you know when you get home......" The old man stroked his beard, quite smug.

"Good grandpa, just tell me first, I promise not to tell anyone else!"

"Hmph! You tell me who have you talked to in the past five years besides me? Who else do you know? Just your little caution, you still want to trick Lao Tzu ......"

......

This journey ended slowly in an interesting conversation between grandparents and grandchildren.

In the dilapidated house, the old man knocked out all the 'treasures' he had collected in the past five years, as the old man said, there were indeed a lot of 'treasures', and according to the number of things the old man had collected in the past five years, I am afraid that there were no less than hundreds.

The old man never let Song Tianlong touch these 'treasures', and this time it was the same, each one was sorted and placed by the old man himself.

"Boy, exercise your skills and practice, and feel these treasures that your grandfather has found for you. ”

Song Tianlong was very surprised when he heard this, but he still obediently carried out the family heirloom exercises, which simply set off shocking waves in Song Tianlong's heart!

"This ......"

"Don't get distracted, say the mantra quickly!"

"Yes!" Song Tianlong hurriedly suppressed the doubts in his heart, gathered his mind, and comprehended this wonderful feeling with his heart, "Qi is divided into yin and yang, yang is the upper qi, and yin is the lower qi." Feel the heaven and the earth, balance yin and yang, and draw qi to refine the gods. ”

Cultivation, pay attention to talent, but also pay attention to chance, once passed, it will be like seeing the sun through the clouds, and the mouth will be opened.

"Qi come!" I saw Song Tianlong's hand pinching and fingering the magic trick, volleying a little in the air, a wisp of yin and yang qi was slowly pulled away from the qi of heaven and earth, intertwined with each other, and then wrapped around the fingertips of the magic trick pinched by Song Tianlong.

"Suck!" Song Tianlong's right hand that clenched the magic trick and withdrew it to his chest, condensed his qi and drank, and the yin and yang qi wrapped around his fingertips turned into a little starlight, submerged into Song Tianlong's whole body, and in the early stage of qi induction, it was completed!

After the absorbed yin and yang qi was running in the body, Song Tianlong let out a long breath of turbid air, and "......" was closed, and a tear appeared in the corner of Song Tianlong's eyes!

"Grandpa......" Song Tianlong flashed tears, and his voice was a little choked.

It's really a torturous life......

Since he started practicing martial arts at the age of six, it has been a full nine years, and Song Tianlong has even thought from the bottom of his heart that he is not a piece of cultivation material, a preliminary qi induction into the body, and ordinary children only need to spend one to two years to complete the cultivation foundation, but he has spent nine years but still can't do it.

And today, with the help of the treasures that the old man had carefully collected for five years, Song Tianlong had finally taken a difficult step and stepped into the ranks of true martial arts cultivators.

Martial cultivators perceive the qi of heaven and earth to refine themselves. If you don't have the law and don't enter the door, you can only wander in the world of ordinary people forever.

Song Tianlong's problem was that he had not been able to distinguish yin and yang qi from the qi of heaven and earth, and stripped them out and introduced qi into his body.

The old man classified and placed the hundreds of treasures he had collected in a strange way, faintly in the shape of a gossip, the two piles of items in the center were extremely high, and the things were very mixed, but in Song Tianlong's Qi Observation Technique, it was the most obvious place where the Yin and Yang Qi gathered!

Therefore, naturally, Song Tianlong intuitively felt the distinction between yin and yang, and the operation of the exercises was that the two pure yin and yang qi were stripped away in the atmosphere of heaven and earth, and then attracted into Song Tianlong's body.

"It's amazing, how can this pile of discarded things rummaging through the garbage exude such a pure aura?" Song Tianlong couldn't help but sigh.

This old man, it is really hidden, generally speaking, in the Song Mansion back then, Song Tianlong, as the young master of the mansion, was surrounded by the guidance of the masters, and those masters who could be hired by the Song Mansion to guide Song Tianlong were all experienced masters, but the things told to Song Tianlong were as vague as a book from heaven, all of which were all kinds of indescribable descriptions and mysterious truths. How can you gather the yin and yang of heaven and earth as intuitively as the old man?

"Grandpa, how did you do it?" Song Tianlong couldn't help but ask with curiosity in his heart.

"Hehe, my stupid grandson, this is just grandpa, I collected some things from the yin and yang, and used the Bagua Array to attract their breath to make it more obvious. The old man shook his head and chuckled, but with a look of disdain, stroked his chin and slender beard, and said: "I told you a long time ago that scavenging is a technical job, but you only have your own set of exercises in your head. ”

"Ah?!" Song Tianlong obviously didn't expect the old man to reprimand himself at this time, and he didn't expect that an old man who picked up rags and got along day and night would still have a stunt and he didn't even know it!