Ten years under the fence of the enemy, it is ridiculous to say, but it is not ridiculous. Wu Mu's skills are all over the world, and as for various degrees, Wu Nian, who has been with him for ten years, has no way of knowing. Wu Nian only knows: This Wu Mu is not Wu Mu, the real father has already lost his hand, and what he has to do now is to kill this man who has raised him for ten years.

For him, this was a hurdle that had puzzled him for ten years, because of this hurdle, he did not go up the mountain with Elder Pei, did not go up the mountain with Yan Moxue, and even failed to live in this humble place with a clear conscience.

One day, one day. This is what his mother often said when she was alive, and Wu Nian remembered it deeply.

But the only thing that held him back was that he was better than his previous father.

He has been raising himself for ten years, maybe just to make up for it, or maybe he is just raising a non-threatening ant. Wu Nian has never studied, and he has no way to eat, if there is no such enemy, he may not be able to survive to this day.

In the dead of night, Wu Nian was sitting precariously, through the faint light of the fire, he looked at the two neatly arranged books on the table in a daze, hovering between opening and not opening.

"Open Pulse Scroll" is too tempting for him, who doesn't know anything about cultivation. As for the "Tiger Fist", it is unknown.

As the saying goes, you don't have to eat what you want, but Wu Nian is not stupid, such a good volume, don't be in vain. When he sat on the wooden bench and his body was sore, he let out a big sigh and slowly opened the "Open Pulse Scroll".

The dossier is old, the words are ancient, and he only understands it a little.

"At the beginning of the avenue, refining the body is the first, and the opening of the pulse is the first. People have eight veins, Ren, Belt, Yin Dimension, Yin Dimension, Chong Pulse, Yang Wing, Yang Dimension, and Du Pulse. Ren and Governor communicate with each other, the pulse is formed, and the air is sea. ”

"Ren brings the qi force, the stilt pulse is light and healthy, the pulse is nourished and the spiritual mind is maintained, the pulse is regulated and the qi and blood are regulated, and the pulse is condensed and the sea of qi is condensed. ”

"Cultivators, pay attention to going against the sky, fighting with heaven and earth for yin and yang. Qi sinks into the dantian, hugs the yuan and keeps one, runs around the body through the qi, and the eight veins of the whole body ......"

“......”

Wu Nian used to only observe the cultivation form, but he didn't know the cultivation intention. In the end, I will only close my eyes and recuperate, and I don't know that I need to pass on my body through qi, and nourish my outer spirit inside.

In the inquiry, Wu Nianpan sat on the bed, his eyes were closed, holding Yuan Shouyi, looking for the meridian qi in the body.

Over time, Wu Nian's body was lightly rotated and turned around.

Feeling the operation of the meridian qi, Wu Nian opened his eyes with joy, at this time there was an indescribable pleasure, the smoothness of the meridian qi operation, and the pleasure of knowing how to cultivate.

Then he took out the gray-blue storage bag of the old knife, since the storage bag was in his hands, he had tried a thousand methods, but he had never opened it, and now he wanted to try it.

Gathering the meridian qi in his hand, Wu Nian slowly deepened his arm into it, and as expected, the meridian qi was needed to open the storage bag.

The bag was small, trapping Wu Nian with half of his arm.

"The old man is stupid, but there are a lot of things, and he deserves to be a person in the palace. ”

Wu Nian took out three spirit pills from them, seven or eight cyan pebbles, and looked satisfied, thinking that the mound of soil for those two hours had not squatted in vain.

"The cyan pebble exudes a faint spiritual light, and as expected, it is the so-called spirit stone. ”

Wu Nian put the spirit stone back in the storage bag, then swallowed a spirit pill, inquired about the cultivation method of the "Open Pulse Scroll", and began to meditate and cultivate.

Two days is not long, but not short. Cultivation doesn't know how many years have passed, it's true. Wu Nian hadn't stepped out of the door for two days, and when he stepped out of the door again, there was a cold meal at the door.

He didn't speak, silently brought the meal back to his room, and only came out after eating.

Wu Nian really wanted to feel the various feelings of sitting on the ground and looking at himself, but cultivation was far from being as easy as he imagined, and Wu Nian had eaten three spirit pills in two days, but he had never had the opportunity to rush the pulse.

Since the three veins have been opened, the body seems to be like a bottomless pit that cannot be filled.

This made him even more eager to break the four veins, so that he could sit on the ground and look at himself to see what was the reason why the four veins were so difficult to step on.

I ate three elixirs in two days, and if the old knife had knowledge, I was afraid that I would vomit blood. That's the pill he had worked so hard to save for many months, just to use it to pass through the six veins one day, and now he has been so ruined that he can't get through any of the veins.

Wu Nian usually got up early, and now the three poles have not come out yet, but Xiao Anyang, who was waiting at the door, was angry, she sat at the gate of the courtyard, with countless small pebbles in her arms, and kept smashing the gate of the Wu family's small courtyard with the small stones in her hand, and her small mouth kept chattering, "Brother Nian, it's a bad brother...... Brother Nian is a bad brother......"

"If you talk about my brother like this, I won't have any candy to eat today. ”

Wu Nian was hit by a small pebble, came out of the yard, and couldn't help but laugh for a while when she saw a little girl with two small bags bulging in front of the door, and then pretended to be serious again.

"Hmph, no, no, Anyang now has money, you can buy it yourself. Xiao Anyang lost Wu Nian a small stone again.

Wu Nian smiled bitterly and shook his head, there was really nothing he could do with the cute little girl in front of him. He strode forward, picked up Xiao Anyang with one hand, and put the seven or eight-year-old girl on his shoulder.

"Bad brother, put Anyang down quickly. ”

"Ahhh......h

"Anyang is good, don't shout, listen to Anyang for everything in the future!"

Wu Nian compromised, stretched out his fingers and pinched Xiao Anyang's little nose.

"Hey...... In the future, Brother Nian will listen to Anyang for everything...... Brother Nian listened to everything in Anyang......"

Xiao Anyang touched his little nose, then laughed, put his palms on the side of his small mouth and shouted loudly, for fear that no one would hear.

Xiao Anyang is a child who doesn't grow up, and she has accompanied Wu Nian through this lonely and tasteless ten years, and Wu Nian has completely regarded this seven or eight-year-old girl as a younger sister. Every time I am with Xiao Anyang, I will feel inexplicably relaxed, as if the sky has fallen, it doesn't matter.

......

Yanfu wing.

"Haven't they come back yet?"

"No, I almost searched Qinghe Town, but I didn't find the two of them. No, with the skills of the two of them, the six veins have to avoid the edge for the time being. Can that mortal boy have this ability? No, I'll have to look for it again. ”

"No need, they're dead. The little prince took a sip of tea and said this without shock.

"Young Master, you already knew?" asked the old man in black, who was half-squatting on the ground.

"No, just let him test the water with the old knife, but I didn't expect it to really make a splash, I wasn't sure before, but now I can be sure. ”

The little prince put down the cup in his hand, and a ray of light appeared in his eyes, "The mystery is related to him." ”

"It has something to do with the mystery? The young master is eloquent and strategic, and the old slave is stupid, but the old slave still wants to ask the young master, where did he guess?"

"Pine wine. ”

The old slave was shocked, obviously he had missed this crucial clue.

"The setting sun is coming, and Elder Pei's old thing is also here, one is saying that he is coming to repair his beard, and the other is in the name of accepting disciples, and it is estimated that they are all coming for the Xuanqi. You act quickly, the mayor has already made sense for you, find a chance to put him in prison for me. If eight or nine are not far from ten, Xiaoxue will definitely save him at that time, and we will have a chance. ”

"Young master, what are you ......?"

"Who doesn't want it!"

"Yes, guaranteed to get the job done. ”

The old slave in black retired, and before leaving, he took a deep look at the little prince sitting on a high place, and there was an inexplicable fear in his heart, and he didn't dare to think about what the young man in front of him had experienced in the past ten years.

The town is not big, but there are many inns. Among them, the famous one is the Juhe Building next door to the Wind Building. Juhe Building is low in the town and downtown in the city, and it may be such a building.

At this time, on the third floor of the Juhe Building, six young people in red robes were seated, and six or seven delicate long swords were neatly placed on the spacious round wooden table.

"Do you have a feeling that you've ever been to this town? An old man with a purple crane standing on a bamboo terrace overlooking the street turned around and said to the six or seven people.

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, and one of the gentle-looking young men said: "Elder Yang, it's okay if you don't say it, I really feel like I've been to this town once, and the bandits in Qijiang Province seem to have killed it once yesterday." ”

"Elder Yang, seniors, you are an old man, can you explain the reasons for it to the juniors. A dignified woman sitting at the front said respectfully.

"I can't say exactly. Elder Yang sighed helplessly, and then said to the gentle-looking man: "Ye Wei, where did Niu Xiaobiao's goods go again, and he was nowhere to be seen for most of the day. ”

"Long ...... Elder, Senior Brother Niu is sleeping in the side room. Ye Wei stammered, drooping his head, not daring to look at Elder Yang.

"Do you want to sleep, Ye Wei, do you want to sleep too, go out for me immediately, if you kill him, you have to bring it back to me, if you can't bring it back, don't come back." The people of the Sword Sect are estimated to be about to act, and it is too dangerous for him to be outside alone. I'm afraid that the beard is not simple, Xiao Biao's temperament is too strong, and it is easy to cause trouble outside, and he will regret it later. ”

"Don't go yet. ”

Elder Yang glared at Ye Wei with a look of displeasure.

"Yes...... It's ......"

Ye Wei got up in a panic and walked downstairs, accidentally turning over during the process. It made everyone sitting on the log table want to laugh but can't laugh.

Elder Yang, also known as Yang Yunfeng, is the elder of the outer gate of the Luoyang Sect, and he is notoriously strict in the outer gate, no matter what kind of identity you are, as long as you are under his hands, you will not be able to find good fruits to eat.

Ye Wei secretly complained, one was an elder of the outer gate, the other was the son of an elder of the inner gate, and one was an elder of the inner gate, forcing each other step by step. If it weren't for the compromises so far, I'm afraid I would have died eight hundred and ten times.

Elder Yang waved his hand, "You all go back to the house and stand by, no one is allowed to go out without my instructions, otherwise...... You all get the idea. ”

"Yes!"

Everyone spoke in unison, they were different from Niu Xiaobiao, they had the father of the elder of the inner gate, and they could only say nothing to Elder Yang.

After everyone left, Elder Yang continued to lean on the terrace, his cloudy eyes couldn't help but look at the bustling market. It didn't take long for his fierce cheeks to become a little softer, "Yao'er, this is the town where you don't want to go up the mountain with your father to learn art?"

Suddenly, Elder Yang wrinkled and stretched, as if he was dozens of years younger.

On this day, another Wu Mu, who was squatting at home, appeared in the market for the first time, went to Yanfu in the center of the town, and did not come out of Yanfu until the dead of night, and it was Yanfu who sent him out. Yan Run's demeanor revealed a sense of respect, and when he sent him out, he was still holding a wooden box full of gold, saying that he would give it to Wu Mu, but Wu Mu didn't accept it, so he went back.

There is an alley in the town, named Blackwater.

If you want to say that the old Wu family's wine fragrance is not afraid of deep alleys, then Heishui Alley is not afraid of deep alleys. Such an alley is a scholarly alley, which is the only one in Qinghe Town. When countless people hear that this place is called Blackwater Alley, they will come to such a ridiculous sentence, "There is black water in the alley, and the small belly is filled with bad water." And there will always be an old man with a ponytail holding a ring ruler in his hand who will stand up and point, "The alley is black, the ink is black, and your heart is even darker." ”

First of all, the water in Blackwater Alley is not black, what is black is only the ink of the people in this alley. The only school in the town is located on the blue lake of Natang, facing the long street of the downtown area.

Although it is located next to the downtown area, it is not affected by the downtown area, and its book is loud and loud through the loud hawkers here, and the fragrance of books is far away, and the fragrance is more fragrant than the cake stalls with all kinds of incense here.

Looking from afar, a bad old man with a ring ruler in his hand crouched outside the window of the school, looking at the gentleman lecturing with great interest, the old man was not ordinarily strange, just looking at it was not enough, while twisting his old waist, while blowing his beard and glaring, his mouth seemed to belittle the knowledge of the teaching gentleman, from his eager action, he wanted to immediately break the wood-grain window and rush into the school, kick the teacher out of the teaching, and go up to lecture by himself. However, he did not go in, nor did he interrupt his lecture, but only stared dryly.

In front of the small sugar shop here in the downtown area, Wu Nian, who was waiting for Xiao Anyang to buy sugar, was separated by a pond of water, and he watched the old man's every move in his eyes, until he saw the old man leave, and then he came to his senses, "The storyteller looks down on the teacher, and the storyteller looks down on the teacher." ”

"The storyteller wants to teach, ...... he is"

When he came to his senses, Xiao Anyang's little hand was constantly pouring the sugar water in his hand on his clothes, taking revenge on Wu Nian like a little tiger and ignoring her by standing in place.

Wu Nian, whose cloth was stained with sugar and oil, couldn't cry or laugh, and picked up this unconscious little person again, pinched her little face fiercely, and disappeared into the long street.