Xuanyuan Po was skeptical, but seeing that this person's mana was so strong, because he was still young, he believed that this seed could make him stronger, and he thought to himself that it would not be a big deal to shed the first drop of blood every month anyway.

Xuanyuan Po thought that today happened to be the first day of the new year, and he bit his finger in front of the man in black, and a drop of blood from his fingertip dripped on the seed that shone with silver light.

Moistened by the blood, the light of the seeds began to dim, and the seeds began to appear with bright red blood lines.

"Haha, good, just like you did today, remember not to let any of you know about today. In addition, this seed does not need fertilizer and fertile soil, only a drop of blood. ”

In order to make Xuanyuan Po stronger, the man also promised Xuanyuan Po to teach him the unique internal skills and heart sutra on the last day of each month.

After the man finished speaking, he laughed a few times and walked away on the water, and the direction he left was the top of the mountain.

"Why are you helping me?" Before Xuanyuan could finish asking, the man disappeared from his sight, leaving only ripples floating in the water and white clouds in the blue sky.

With a wave of his sleeves, without taking away a cloud, he came quietly and walked quietly, and the Xuanyuan faction remembered the poem of a poet.

Faced with the temptation of great power, Xuanyuan Po believed the man's words in every way, and in order to avoid everyone's eyes, he hid the seed in an extremely high tree hole on the emperor willow.

Emperor willow is the largest willow tree at the foot of the mountain, its diameter can not be held by several adults, according to the story told by the old man, this willow tree has a few shallow years of life.

During the festive season, old people come here to worship and pray for a safe year, and they all say that this willow tree is spiritual.

Xuanyuan Po returned home, and at this time, his parents had already returned from Panlong Town, but he still didn't say a word about his father today.

It's not just that he agreed to the man in black, but in his heart he feels that his father will be furious when he finds out about it, which is a child's keen intuition.

And Lan'er was also sent by her father to Penglai Academy in Panlong Town, where she learned the art of cultivating immortals.

Only the last few days of the month will be able to return, and the first day of the next month will have to leave.

Regarding Lan'er's matter, Xuanyuan Po overheard it from his father, and when he heard his father say that Lan'er was reluctant to cry when he parted with Lan'er.

Xuanyuan Po's heart also felt a pinprick tingling, he was worried that his sister would be in danger outside and would be bullied, but in the face of his father's obstruction, Xuanyuan Po never dared to approach Penglai Academy.

Lan'er's departure made the family much cleaner, and Xuanyuan Po was inevitably a little sad, he began to become taciturn, and his face was full of unhappiness.

"What's the matter? I'm not happy, do you miss my sister?"

At the dinner table, Zi Xuan stroked Xuanyuan Po's head and said kindly, and sandwiched the food in Xuanyuan Po's bowl.

Xuanyuan Po hurriedly shook his head.

Suddenly, Changqing changed the topic and said: "Hasn't Xuanyuan Po always wanted to become stronger, how about Dad teach you martial arts now? ”

Xuanyuan Po showed a burst of joy: "Is it true?"

"When did Daddy lie to you, go and get your wooden sword. Changqing said and walked outside the house.

"When the child finishes eating, what if the meal is not finished yet?"

Facing Zixuan's dissuasion, Changqing said perfunctorily: "I'm done eating, you can clean up the dishes and chopsticks after eating." ”

"What about Xuanyuan Po?"

Xuanyuan Po ran to his father with a wooden sword, "I'm done eating, and I want to learn martial arts from my father." ”

The corners of Zixuan's mouth smiled slightly, "You two...... Really uneasy"

Martial arts are not difficult for Changqing, the former Changqing not only knows how to cultivate immortals, but his swordsmanship is also one of the best in the Yushan faction.

In fact, even if Xuanyuan Po doesn't say it, Changqing plans to hand over Xuanyuan Po martial arts, after all, this is a skill left for children.

Changqing took the wooden sword from Xuanyuan Po's hand, Changqing folded the sword down the mountain eight years ago, he didn't expect that the eight years of time had not extinguished his passion for the sword blade.

Changqing stared at the "Xuanyuan Sword" for a long time, and suddenly Changqing's eyes suddenly widened. Xuanyuan Po stepped back and looked at his father's martial arts. ”

Xuanyuan Po was frightened and took a few steps back, and then the breeze began to ripple, and a few withered leaves fell in a row, and the dust on the ground was also carried up in the air by the breeze.

Hu Changqing said: "Water conservancy is not fighting, just like this set of swordsmanship, although it has a sharp edge, it is not to take people's lives." ”

He jumped up suddenly, the hissing sound of the wooden sword cutting through the air echoed in Xuanyuan Po's ears, although he was wearing a coarse brown cloth, but the immortal spirit revealed in Changqing's bones made Xuanyuan Po worship his father even more, and he was full of expectations for the concept of martial arts.

In a short period of time, Changqing showed his lifelong skills, although the time was very short, but every move and style in it was the result of Changqing's years of hard work.

Xuanyuan Po happily ran to his father's side, only then did he realize that all the falling leaves had been neatly cut in half by his father, and Changqing was not only holding a wooden sword, but also a wooden sword without a blade.

"Daddy is so good, I want to learn, I want to learn......"

However, at this time, Changqing became a strict division commander, took his hands, and bought Guan Zi in front of his son, and he threw the wooden sword to Xuanyuan Po: "Kneel." ”

Xuanyuan Po was taken aback by his father's sternness, he had never seen his father so solemn.

Xuanyuan knelt down impartially, holding the wooden sword in both hands and facing his father.

Changqing said sternly: "A skill, one person's strength, it requires not only the fatigue of your muscles and bones, but also a test of your inner thoughts." The same is true for learning martial arts, are you willing to accept all the pain and setbacks you encounter in martial arts?"

Xuanyuan Po hesitated for a moment, and when he thought of the picture of his father bowing his head in front of Pixiu, his eyes suddenly became extremely firm: "I am willing." ”

"Okay, then dad wants you to promise me that in the future, no matter what, you can't be in the company of wicked people, and you can't lead yourself to the abyss of sin for power, power, **, greed. ”

Xuanyuan Po did not hesitate, held up Xuanyuan Po's sword, and swore to the sky: "No matter what happens in the future, Xuanyuan Po will not be in the company of the wicked, whether rich or lowly, he will not lose himself for power, power, **, greed." ”

Changqing looked up to the sky and laughed, and helped Xuanyuan Po up: "Okay, the ancestors of the Lie Dynasty are above, today the disciples accept Xuanyuan Po as a disciple, you are not only my son, but also my fifth disciple." ”

Xuanyuan Po frowned: "Fifth disciple, did my father have many disciples before?"

Changqing said that he slipped out of his mouth as soon as he was happy, and he laughed twice: "I used to have a few disciples when I was in the small town martial arts hall, but now these are not important, you have to go through all my tests before I can teach you martial arts." Now it's the first way, the squat step. Changqing half-squatted: "Like me, can you do it if you insist on an hour every day?"

Xuanyuan Po tried: "What's so difficult about this?"

"Okay, today's start from now, squat. Changqing helped him fix the correct posture again, and straightened his body with a wooden stick: "Standing like a pine and sitting like a clock, this is the most basic." ”

Sitting in the shade of the trees, he said cool words: "In the future, when I am not at home, you must also insist, don't let me find out that you are lazy, otherwise you don't want to learn martial arts." ”

Xuanyuan Po soon lost his strength, and his legs and feet became sore: "Then when will I be able to learn martial arts?"

"Depending on your qualifications, it can be as short as a few months or as long as a few years, and it all depends on whether you work hard or not. Why did you stick to it at the beginning?"

"No, I just want to take a break on the last and first day of the month, is that okay?"

Changqing thought about it, and simply thought that Xuanyuan Po was just because Lan'er came back and wanted to get together with her, so he didn't think much about agreeing to him, after all, he was still a child, and two days less would not have much impact on the whole.

A month has passed, and today is the last day of the month, and Changqing got up very early to pick up Lan'er in Panlong Town. And Xuanyuan Po, in the name of herding sheep, secretly met with the man in the black trench coat. The man was very punctual, and when Xuanyuan broke it, he was already playing the bamboo flute.

"I'm coming. ”

The man in black didn't say a word, he waved his sleeves, and Xuanyuan Po floated in the air: "Sit cross-legged, your heart is not outside, now I teach you to cultivate the Heart Sutra, Qi Shen Dantian, feel the mountains, rivers, grass and trees, all things in heaven and earth, and all the power you can absorb around you." ”

Xuanyuan Po tried his best to absorb the essence of all things as the man in black said, but no matter how hard he tried, he always felt that there was an indestructible barrier, isolating himself from this world, and he couldn't absorb the essence of all things.

And the man in black kept clicking on the blood veins on his body, dredging the veins on his body for him.

"All have to die......" An intricate memory suddenly appeared in Xuanyuan Po's mind, a demonic beast was rampant in the human army, no one could stop his iron hooves, and all that could stop him was to be swallowed by his abyssal maw, torn apart by his sharp blade and claws.

In an instant, Xuanyuan Po was awakened by the cruel sight.

Xuanyuan was covered in cold sweat, his eyes were wandering, he was panting and his expression was terrified.

"What's wrong?"

Xuanyuan Po shook his head, weak: "It's okay, it seems to have a nightmare." ”

The man in black asked, "Did you dream of a magical beast?"

Xuanyuan Po was surprised: "How do you know?"

The man in black smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I know everything about you, okay, let's practice here today, you go back, remember to sacrifice a drop of blood to that seed tomorrow." Xuanyuan Po nodded slightly, and returned home, all the way he kept thinking about that strange dream, how terrible it was.

"Brother Xuanyuan. As soon as Xuanyuan Po entered the house, Lan'er greeted her happily, and Xuanyuan Po held her in his arms, "Lan'er, where are you doing?

Lan'er clasped her fingers and said silently: "I learned a lot of things there, but they all said that I was a child of a poor family, and they didn't want to play with me, I was homesick, and I didn't want to learn anything about cultivating immortals." ”

Lan'er said with a trace of tears in her eyes, driving Xuanyuan Po to cry too. "With my brother here, no one can bully you. ”

Xuanyuan Po knelt in front of his father as he spoke, begging his father to let him find a job in Panlong Town, so that he could not only supplement the family, but also take care of his sister. Indeed, this is a very good way, Lan'er herself is outside, Changqing has been worried about her stomach for the past month, and in the face of Lan'er's words just now, Changqing's heart is like a knife.