The early morning sun comes from the sky, pulling out a trace of golden silk thread, giving people a warm feeling.

In the small courtyard of the Fang family, Fang Zhong was squatting on a horse and standing on a pile in the yard.

Standing piles are the foundation of martial arts, focusing on the strength of the lower plate, and have a training effect on the balance of the whole body, as well as strength, and even mental perseverance.

After all, standing on the pile is very hard, ordinary people can not stand it after standing like this for more than ten minutes, and people who practice martial arts have to stand on the pile for several hours, or even half a day, the hard work can be imagined, and the spiritual perseverance of people who can persist for a long time can naturally be exercised.

The reason why Fang Zhong was able to become the most powerful warrior of the Dragon Group in the previous life was due to his martial arts, although the cultivation time was a little late, but with his extraordinary qualifications, he still allowed him to cultivate all kinds of ancient martial arts to an extremely high level, almost invincible.

Therefore, he has a deep affection for martial arts Fang Chong, and it can even be said that he is obsessed, even if he is reincarnated, he can't give it up.

"Brother, my mother has called you to eat. Fang Yu suddenly ran out of the room, raised his pink face, and shouted loudly.

"Okay, you can eat first, I still have half an hour to go. Fang Zhong agreed, his body did not move, like a rock, and continued to stand on the pile.

He had been standing on his stump for an hour since the early morning, which was insignificant compared to his previous life. You must know that in his previous life, he could stand on the pile for a whole day, and with the method of internal breath operation in ancient martial arts, not only did he not feel tired, but he would also be refreshed.

Unfortunately, he is only thirteen years old now, and his physical development is not enough.

Moreover, he was seriously injured some time ago, his body was very weak, and his dantian was abolished, and he couldn't even cultivate the internal breath cultivation method in the ancient martial arts, so this body naturally couldn't be compared with him who had reached his peak state in the previous life.

Fortunately, the owner of this body has also cultivated before, although the realm is not high, but it is much stronger than ordinary people. Fang Zhong made an estimate of his current body, the limit state is to stand on the pile for an hour and a half, any more will be harmful.

Seeing that Fang Zhong didn't move, Fang Yu's little girl snorted angrily, turned around and ran in.

After a while, Lan Shi walked out of it, wiped Fang Chong's sweat, and said, "Chong'er, I'll put the rice in the pot for you to heat up, you wait to take a bath before eating, don't get cold." With that, she went inside, only to let out a faint sigh as she reached the door.

For Fang Chong's cultivation so hard, the Lan Clan and Fang Zongqing did not stop it, but secretly they were a little worried, worried that Fang Chong would not be able to think about it because of the destruction of the dantian.

After all, in their eyes, Fang Zhong is still a thirteen-year-old child, and if the dantian is destroyed, the future of martial arts for a lifetime will be ruined, and it is possible that he can't think about it.

It's just that the Lan clan doesn't know that this Fang Zhong is no longer the same as before, and it may be as fragile as a thirteen-year-old child?

Half an hour later, Fang Zhong stopped, and the clothes on his body were already wet with sweat.

"Huh, now this body is really weak enough, I can't cultivate for a while, and the dantian is wasted, and I can't cultivate all the internal strength before, it's really troublesome. Lin Xiao muttered to himself, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It seems that there is really a gain and a loss, hehe...."

Reincarnated as a human being, with relatives, but losing the physique of cultivation, this may be the will of heaven.

Walking into the bathroom, Fang Zhong took off his clothes, scooped up a large bucket of water directly from the water tank, and poured it down from the top of his head.

Joyfully!

The dripping water flowed through Fang Chong's body, bringing incomparable coolness, Fang Zhong poured a bucket of water on his body, turned his head and stretched the bucket into the water tank.

However, he was suddenly stunned, staring at the slightly rippling water in the water tank, a little distracted.

Through the reflection of the water surface in the water tank, Fang Zhong noticed his back, and on his back there was a pair of tattoos like landscape paintings, with clear lines and lifelike, with mountains and rivers, splendid beauty, and a stunning beauty in the middle, poetic and picturesque.

The whole tattoo is not big, just covered his back, and the patterns on it are very complex and fine, although they are not big, they depict a lot of things, and it can be said to be all-encompassing.

With Fang Zhong's knowledge, even in the previous life of the extremely developed science and technology of Huaxia, no one could have this kind of skill to carve the tattoo so delicately and beautifully.

"When did I have a tattoo on my body, could it be that 'that Fang Chong' tattooed before?" Fang Zhong was a little surprised, sorted out his thoughts, and couldn't help but shake his head, "No, I don't have anything about tattoos in my memory, and 'that Fang Zhong' is only thirteen years old, so there shouldn't be a tattoo." ”

This tattoo is really a bit weird, Fang Zhong doesn't know how it came about, if he hadn't stumbled upon it today, maybe he wouldn't have known that this tattoo existed.

After staring at the tattoo for a long time, Fang Chong's face began to change, and horror and shock coexisted.

He found that the tattoo on his back was very familiar, and it was too similar to the mission goal of his last mission, "The Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains", the same magnificence, the same mountains and rivers, splendor, and beauty...... It's lifelike, it's like it's made in nature.

"No!" Fang Chong was beating a drum in his heart, "Could it be that I traveled to this world and brought the "Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains" by the way?"

The more he looked at Fang Chong, the more certain he was that the tattoo on his back was "The Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains", but it was originally an ancient painting, but now it has become a tattoo on his back.

After a hurried rinse, Fang Chong didn't even bother to eat, went back to his room, took off his clothes, and carefully observed the tattoo on his back through the mirror.

The mountains towered into the clouds like the sky, the rivers fled the vastness, the huge waves, the trees, the flowers, and the charming beauties, all of them were lifelike, not like tattoos at all, but as if they had been sealed into them.

At this moment, Fang reremembered the explanation on the information about "The Beauty of the Mountains and Rivers" before he carried out that mission.

"The Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains", the origin is mysterious, it has disappeared for thousands of years, and then it was discovered by chance, and there are many bizarre things that have happened, and the legend contains strange powers......

There is also a legend that this is a magic painting, which is a bizarre world, the road to the divine realm, and you can get the power of God when you get the "Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains", and you will be invincible in the world, and you will shine in the same light in the world, such as the sun and the moon and the same life, and enjoy the world

There is not much information about "The Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains", and it is impossible to get more useful information, but one thing is certain, the tattoo on Fang Chong's back is indeed "The Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains".

It's just that Fang Zhong never understood how such a picture scroll became a tattoo and how it was engraved on his back.

"Phew, if you don't understand it, don't think about it, even this kind of thing has happened, and it's not uncommon for something a little weirder. Fang Zhong smiled, got dressed, and temporarily gave up the study of "The Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains", he was open-minded by nature and very open-minded.

At the moment when Fang Zhong put on his clothes, he didn't notice that among the tattoos on his back, the charming and natural beauty suddenly blinked.

The New Year's Festival has long passed, spring is slowly coming, and the people of Ningcang County are also busy.

Although they lived in the county town, each family still had their own land, and except for the rich gentry, everyone else needed to rely on farming or other labor to support themselves.

For example, iron-making, winemaking, sewing, farming, etc.....

And Fang Jianai survives in an iron shop, which is not big, it only occupies a room, and the tools and materials in it are also very limited, it is impossible to create a divine sword for martial artists, but it is still no problem to create some ordinary living utensils.

At this moment, Fang Zongqing was wielding a hammer in the blacksmith shop, banging on the red-hot black iron.

Bang bang.....

Fang Zhong stood next to the stove, listening to his father explain some of the experience and techniques of forging while helping him, and he felt a little novel.

"The most important thing in forging is to master the heat, and only when the heat is mastered can you create good things, for example, to forge a sword, it must be forged by exchanging simmering fire and blazing fire, so that the sword can be toughened enough. ”

"Then there is quenching, quenching is the most important step in forging, it can be said that it is more critical than the flame, because the good control of the flame is only the rough, and the good quenching is the key to ensure that the forged weapon is sharp and hard, and there is no room for the slightest sloppiness......"

Fang Zhong quietly listened to his father's explanation, and also had some understanding of forging, but he sighed silently in his heart, his father's every word was inseparable from swords and weapons, and it can be seen from this that he also yearns to become a powerful warrior.

It's a pity that Fang Zongqing's talent is really limited, and it is already rare to be a good forging master, and there is almost no hope of becoming a powerful martial artist.

It is precisely because of this that he places extremely high expectations on the other party, hoping that what he has not been able to do will be done by his son, and his unfulfilled dreams will be realized by his son.

It can be said that Fang Chong Dantian was abolished, and he was the saddest one.

Looking at his father's face blackened by the stove, Fang Zhong gritted his teeth and blurted out: "Father, don't worry, although the dantian is abolished, I will also become a powerful martial artist." ”

"Become a powerful martial artist?" Fang Zongqing raised his head, his eyes moistened, and sighed: "Chong'er, if it was you before the dantian was not damaged, I believe that you would definitely be able to become a powerful martial artist, and maybe even a martial artist of the innate realm, but now ......"

The furnace was blazing, and through the bright red firelight, Fang Zhong saw the tears on his father's face.

Fang Zhongzhong's heart moved, and he asked, "Father, is the dantian really that important? without the dantian, you can't become a powerful martial artist, and what does it mean to be an innate martial artist?"