In the desert, which is full of wind and sand, and the land is barren, only the only oasis city that has been explored is the desert city, and there are many powerful people in this desert city, but the supreme existence is still the city lord, whether you are a journey or an aborigine, as long as you offend the powerful or commit something in the desert city, as long as the city lord feels that you can't stay in the city, you will be expelled from the desert city, and let them fend for themselves in the boundless desert. This unwritten rule has been continued, and now, the exiles in the desert can slowly adapt to the environment in the desert and gradually form villages one by one, although Mocheng also knows the existence of these villages, but no one will be idle to run to exterminate them. For the nobles of Mocheng, the people of these villages are only the descendants of sinners who they use to lead the way when they go out to hunt monsters, after all, people who grew up outside the city are more familiar with the environment in the desert.

To the north of Mocheng, lonely villages are scattered with a few villagers, and a few bonfires and a few cooks smoke around the desert dusk.

"Get ready, the moon is about to rise, all the children and women will go into the crypt first, and the rest will cover the crypt first, and then follow me through another hidden entrance" A tall, muscular middle-aged man was methodically directing the small village.

In the desert, it is relatively safe for the villagers to come out to hunt for food during the day, and the monsters in the day are afraid of the sun, and will not move around and basically hide in the shade, and the villagers will not have the slightest fear in front of the tired monsters, and the average size of the monsters is enough for a village to eat for a while. But the arrival of night will arouse the ferocity of the Warcraft, the Warcraft that hates the sun will begin to prey and fill the hunger in the stomach when the moon rises, whether it is a human or the same kind is the object of prey, sometimes the Warcraft that fight each other will not go to find the humans who are hiding, which also leaves life for the humans in the desert, basically as long as they can avoid the search of the Warcraft, when the sun rises it will be safe.

In the crypt, all the people sat upright, listening with bated breath to the movements around them, and the occasional roar startled them. At midnight, when everyone had gone to sleep, only the middle-aged man was still vigilant and watching.

Suddenly, a pair of eyes looked at him. The middle-aged man who seemed to be aware of it also glanced back, although it was dark, but his eyes that had adapted to the darkness could still see his small body clearly, and a pair of big eyes on his round head were looking at him with curiosity.

"Why don't you sleep, survive in this ghost place, if you are muddy, you will not be far from death. Afraid of waking up the others, the middle-aged man waved his hand and motioned for the little boy to come to his side.

"I don't seem to have seen you sleep, uncle, why are you still so energetic, and I can vaguely see milky white gas swirling around you, and these gases will be inhaled by you, what are you doing?" asked the little boy softly.

"Yes, you can actually see the aura, it seems that your cultivation talent is very high, even I can't see the aura here. It's a pity that living here, there is no good environment and no good resources, and I can't feel the aura at all during the day, only a little aura to cultivate at night, and I have to beware of these beasts. Although he was answering, it was more like finding someone to complain about, even if it was just a seven or eight-year-old child.

"What is cultivation, it's because of cultivation, that's why you're so strong, uncle, you can stay awake all night, and can you still lead us to catch food in the morning?" the child asked still ignorantly

The child's innocent praise is the most comforting word, and a smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face: "Haha, little friend, you live in this ghost place, and you have seen too little." Like my current cultivation, there are a lot of them on the mainland, but I can say that my cultivation talent is very high, if it wasn't for the pursuit and escape from Mocheng back then, I can now destroy more than ten of that kind of demonic beasts outside with one hand, which is a trivial matter, and now I need your help to hunt and kill a demonic beast. ”

Stars appeared in the little boy's eyes, in this kind of place, even if he kills a demonic beast in the daytime, he has to raise the power of a dozen big men, and when he hears that one hand can kill a dozen, the little boy's eyes when he looks at the middle-aged man are full of admiration, it can be said that he only heard the first half of the sentence, and automatically ignored the second half of the sentence, "How to learn cultivation, teach me, I also want to become as strong as my uncle, and I can protect everyone in the future." ”

"Hehe, there is so little aura here, my penance for more than ten years and every night is not worth a year of cultivation in Mocheng, if you want me to be so powerful, it will take at least ten years without days and nights, besides, even if you don't practice, I will protect everyone, and you don't need to worry about food, do you still want to cultivate?"

As soon as the little boy heard that there was a play, he immediately bowed and bent down, "Ask my uncle to teach!"

"The path of cultivation is important to persevere, once you set foot on it, no matter how hard it will be in the future, I hope you can persevere. Since you already have the heart to cultivate, then you will call me master in the future, you are my Zhang Xuan's apprentice, as long as I am here, no one will dare to touch you within a radius of fifty miles. Zhang Xuan was secretly proud in his heart, he didn't learn anything in the family back then, and the existence of the crane tail received an apprentice with such a high talent, and there were not many people who could see the aura in Mocheng since childhood, maybe he could rely on this little baby to return to Mocheng in a few decades. "What's your name?"

The little boy touched the back of his head, "Master, I don't have a name, everyone calls me Xiaowa." ”

"Well.... Although I am very depressed now, as a child of my Zhang family, I still have to have a name that can be called, and with your talent, you may be able to enter the city in the future, and then you can make a name for yourself in the rivers and lakes. The teacher's surname is Zhang Mingxuan, since you are my apprentice, then call Zhang Yuan. Zhang Xuan said

"Zhang Yuan, it's good, it's really good, I like it very much, thank you master" When he was seven years old, he had a name for the first time, which made Zhang Yuan very happy, but he was more concerned about cultivation "Master, when can you teach me to cultivate"

"Cultivation is not overnight, but down-to-earth and persistent. This is the mental method, after you first familiarize yourself with the mental method and understand it thoroughly, I will teach you" As he spoke, Zhang Xuan took out a booklet from his arms and threw it into Zhang Yuan's hand.

Although he got the mental method, Zhang Yuan was not happy, he grew up in the desert since he was a child, and he would not have the opportunity to contact words, let alone be familiar with the mental method now, "Master, I can't read, master, is there anything else that can help me cultivate, books are useless to me." ”

"Okay, then the teacher will only say it three times, you memorize this mantra yourself, listen to it!" After speaking, Zhang Xuan began to recite silently. With Zhang Xuan's silent recitation, Zhang Yuan's ears began to sound a mantra, and in order to remember it quickly, Zhang Yuan also began to chant silently following the voice that appeared in his ears. In this way, an adult sits with his eyes closed, and a child stands with his eyes closed, his lips squirming up and down. Suddenly, Zhang Xuan was awakened by a huge aura, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was surrounded by layers of aura at some point.

When Zhang Xuan was just about to move cross-legged, he found that these spiritual qi could not be introduced into his body, all the spiritual energy was surging towards the front in an orderly manner, and a vortex of spiritual energy that he could see was slowly pouring into his body from the top of Zhang Yuan's head.