"Boom"

"Woo woo woo ~ "

The wind swept through the woods, roaring like a chok. The thunder roared, and the electric snake swam away, like the wrath of the sky; God's punishment. The rolling black clouds rendered the noon time like a dark night, filling the earth with oppression.

The Mao family, a family that is not big in the current earth cultivation realm, is not counted as miscellaneous servants, and the direct population of the family is only about forty. The family carved out a clearing in a mountain range around the city and built a manor house on it, which served as a mansion.

"Hahahaha, hahahahaaaa

From the top of an unnamed mountain near Mao's Manor, the laughter of a nine-year-old boy was so poignant that it was mixed with the wind and made it difficult to distinguish whether it was crying or laughing. The rain hit his face, washing away the blood at the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't wash away the monstrous resentment.

"I Mao Rui practiced at the age of five, and at the age of seven and a half, I was already practicing Qi perfectly, and on my ninth birthday, I broke through the bottleneck and stepped into the foundation building. It is the proud son of the Naimao family, the clan is excited, and all directions are shocked. ”

There are many clansmen of the Mao family standing around, and there are old people who seem to be decaying. There are also people of Mao Rui's generation, full of vitality. At this time, they all looked at the young man who looked up to the sky and roared angrily, the one who was still in the clan before today, that was the existence that could not be surpassed by the talented women of other clans no matter how they caught up, crushing their peers, and deserved to be the first day, but now it is ......

"Hahaha, it's broken, it's gone" The young man looked crazy, laughing and crying.

"Since you gave me such a qualification, why don't you let me go to the top, but destroy my dantian;

The young man looked up to the sky and questioned, his expression was hideous, his eyes were red, and he was full of unwillingness. He was answered by a torrential downpour, a howling wind, and a thunderclap that shook the heavens.

After questioning, the boy lowered his head and fell silent.

"Ruier~"

In the crowd, a woman cried and tried to come to the young man, but the man next to her grabbed her.

"Don't go now," the man said, shaking his head.

The woman threw herself into the man's arms and cried even harder, and the man comforted the woman, but the trembling of his hands showed that his heart was not as calm as he appeared.

After the silence, the young man raised his head calmly, there was no madness on his immature face, and the unwillingness in his eyes had become resolute, as if he had changed someone, but the resentment was still monstrous.

The man holding the woman saw the boy's expression change from hideous madness to calm, his pupils constricted, and his hands trembled, as he watched his flesh and bones go through such ups and downs.

"If this is fate, I don't accept it, and if it's providence, I don't agree. Fate decides that I should lose my cultivation, then I will change this fate, so that my decision will become the fate of others, and if the will of heaven breaks my meridians, then I will pierce this heaven and become a new providence with my will. ”

The words are firm, and their intentions are heaven-shattering. This is a mantra to heaven and earth after experiencing great changes, and it is also an oath to oneself.

The wind became more urgent, as if mocking the speaker and disdaining the content of the word, the rain was heavier, as if to wash away the resentment and to awaken the ignorant human being, and the thunder was louder, like the anger of the heavens against the word, and like the thunder to express the disregard for the word.

The silent clansmen around looked at Mao Rui with complicated expressions and different expressions. The old man standing in front of the crowd, he is the head of the Mao family, the first founder of the Mao family, and Mao Rui's own grandfather. This old man looked at his grandson, who had been loved by him since he was a child and was expected to become a leader of his generation in the future, with love, care, relief, and more distress.

Mao Rui fell, due to the wounds of broken meridians, and because of the blow of the monk who became mortal.

The woman couldn't hold back any longer, and ran over to hug Mao Rui and wept bitterly.

The man who hugged the woman before, Mao Rui's father Mao Shihong did not come to take Mao Rui to his side, but bent down towards Mao Rui's grandfather: "Mao Shihong asked the patriarch to save my son"

"You kid, what do you mean by this, Ruier is your son, but he is my grandson Mao Zhentian, take him to the pharmacy. Mao Shihong spoke like this in order not to let others catch the slightest fault with him as a patriarch, which he had taught his son since he was a child. Moreover, his son was so organized in such a situation, which made Mao Zhentian very satisfied, but thinking that his favorite grandson was lying there and the situation was unknown, he couldn't help but scold a few words.

The pharmacy is three floors high, which is a place for the injured people to heal, and also stores elixirs and medicinal materials here, and is located in the west of the middle of the Maojia Manor. In a healing room on the third floor, Mao Rui, who was brought back, was lying on the bed and trembling slightly. The patriarch sat cross-legged beside Mao Rui and held Mao Rui's right hand to inspect it.

After a long time, Mao Zhentian let go of Mao Rui's hand, opened his eyes, and frowned.

"The aura flows against the meridians and can't bear it and it breaks down, Rui'er can't make such a serious mistake in cultivation since she was a child, but it doesn't look like she was killed by someone from the traces. But the reverse flow of spiritual energy will only appear in self-explosion and dispersion, self-explosion is impossible, this can be proved from the fact that Rui'er is still alive, but he doesn't want to scatter the gong, the person who scatters the gong makes his aura flow in the reverse flow of the meridians according to the cultivation route of the exercises, and after the dispersal of the gong, the cultivation is scattered in the heaven and earth without leaving the slightest trace in the body, the qi and blood are lost, the body is weak, the dantian is withered, and the sea of consciousness is hidden..."

Thinking of this, Mao Zhentian raised his finger and pointed at Mao Rui's eyebrows, closing his eyes to sense.

"Whew..."After a while, the induction ended, and the fingers left the center of the eyebrows and exhaled, and the brows were furrowed.

"It's strange, the sea of consciousness is complete, although it can't leave the body because it has not been cultivated as a divine sense, but it has not been harmed at all, although the dantian is broken, there is no sign of withering, and although the aura stored in the dantian is mostly missing, there are still a small remains, but it can't be mobilized. The body is also, except for the injuries caused by the broken meridians, the qi and blood have not been lost, and it is still the body of the foundation. ”

"What is the reason, is it really as Rui'er said?" The old man looked up at the window: "No matter what the reason, since there is no other major problem in the body, let's try to connect the meridians."

At night, the rain had stopped, and the people of the Mao family did not disperse, waiting outside the pharmacy.

The door opened, and out of the tired figure of the patriarch walked out, Mao Rui's parents hurriedly came to him, and everyone also turned their eyes to Mao Rui's mother and asked urgently: "Father, Rui'er, how is Rui'er?"

"There's nothing wrong with your body, just recuperate for a few days..."The old man spoke slowly, and halfway through his words, he seemed to know how to speak, and closed his voice.

"Then, can he, still cultivate?" asked Mao Shihong with difficulty.

He took a deep look at his son: "Let him go to the city to live when Rui'er recovers from his injury, and when he grows up, he will take care of the property in the mortal world." One sentence made the husband and wife fall into an ice cellar, like a knife, their child is only nine years old, can such a young person withstand it?

When the words fell, the old man left, and in the night, his back looked even more clumsy. Mao Rui's mother fell, and she was too distressed.

Everyone sighed and went back to their residences, and a young man outside the pharmacy stood alone and muttered in a low voice: "Mao Rui, you can't cultivate, I should be happy, but why can't I laugh? Is it because we have the same blood in our bodies?"

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