"My body can't open up the Xiao Zhou Tian meridians, can you help me?" Jiang Zhu's voice trembled slightly with a hint of anticipation.

"Now I'll give it to you, if you break through the refining dust in the future, you can try to cultivate, come on!" Jiang Cang smiled and handed the red binding book to Jiang Zhu, and then took out a jade bottle and put it in Jiang Zhu's hand.

"So I'm just an ordinary person who can't cultivate, how can I solve the crisis?" Thinking of the word crisis, Jiang Zhu couldn't help laughing at himself.

Just a few pounds and taels of your own to solve the crisis? A crisis that can be solved by people who have not achieved the goal of refining dust, is it still called a crisis?

"Good boy... Xiaozhu, although the junior disciples often bully you, you must know that there are also people who love you..."When other children are still coquettish in front of their parents, Jiang Zhu trains hard with his perseverance far beyond ordinary people, although the effect is minimal, but this can make Jiang Zhu's heart feel better, at least he works hard... Jiang Cang smiled and shook his head, stretched out his hand to comfort Jiang Zhu, knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, he has seen Jiang Zhu's performance over the years, Jiang Zhu is a filial and strong child, this is enough, in the bottom of his heart Jiang Zhu has always been his pride.

When he was young, he was the number one master in the clan, but after being injured in a battle, he didn't know what disease he had, and his body was deteriorating day by day, Jiang Cang, who was originally in the prime of life, was now coughing up blood from time to time, and his eyes were dull like an old man in the twilight.

Jiang Zhu trains for half an hour every time and rests for a while and then continues to train, during which Jiang Zhu is always very engaged, and time passes little by little.

Jiang Zhu's hair was wet with sweat and clinging to his immature face, the skin and flesh in front of his fists bloomed, and the blood that flowed out dyed the thick hemp rope on the wooden stake red!

Jiang Zhu has reached the current limit. Looking at the new long cracks on the stake, Jiang Zhu smiled with satisfaction.

23.225.191.144,23.225.191.144; 0; pc; 4; Grinding Iron Literature ate the dishes brought by his father, Jiang Zhu's body trembled slightly, and a touch of sourness arose.

"What I'm looking for is you, not being able to cultivate is just a trivial matter." The old man said lightly in a voice.

"So I'm just an ordinary person who can't cultivate, how can I solve the crisis?" Thinking of the word crisis, Jiang Zhu couldn't help laughing at himself.

Just a few pounds and taels of your own to solve the crisis? A crisis that can be solved by people who have not achieved the goal of refining dust, is it still called a crisis?

"This is the Xuan-level Lower Grade Exercise! Penetrating strength! It's also the pride of my father..."Jiang Cang's face flashed with pride.

Jiang Zhu opened his eyes and looked at the book in Jiang Cang's hand carefully, he had naturally heard of the body penetrating strength, this was not a move, but a kind of exercise to use and refine aura!

"What I'm looking for is you, not being able to cultivate is just a trivial matter." The old man said lightly in a voice. Shaoqing Jiang Cang's face gradually recovered, and he waved his hand and said slowly: "Okay, go and do your own thing, I'm a little tired for my father, remember what I said, don't forget..." "Jiang Zhu trains for half an hour every time, rests for a while, and then continues to train, during which Jiang Zhu is always very devoted, and time passes little by little.

Jiang Zhu's hair was wet with sweat and clinging to his immature face, the skin and flesh in front of his fists bloomed, and the blood that flowed out dyed the thick hemp rope on the wooden stake red!

Jiang Zhu has reached the current limit. Looking at the new long cracks on the stake, Jiang Zhu smiled with satisfaction.

Jiang Zhu solemnly put away these three things, got up to make tea for Jiang Cang, the light cyan tea was fragrant, this was a kind of spiritual tea that Jiang Er Ye gave Jiang Cang to replenish qi.

"Dad, the child is useless..."Jiang Zhu was heartbroken and aggrieved, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye and dripped onto the table.

Jiang Zhu was silent when he heard this, and the meaning of the old man's voice should be to help him solve his own problems, so he asked solemnly: Walking on the road, he was holding the three things that Jiang Cang gave him just now, thinking back to Jiang Cang's advice, he always felt that there was an indescribable meaning in it, but he couldn't think of a specific reason.

"Sure enough, no..."Jiang Zhu sighed inwardly, sure enough, he still thought too simply, if there is a way to solve it, what is the difference between talent and talent?

Besides, it's still in a dream. Although Jiang Zhu was worried, he didn't want to disturb Jiang Cang's rest, so he bowed to Jiang Cang and retreated, preparing to go to the back mountain.

What he didn't see was Jiang Cang's increasingly violent coughing up of blood after returning to the room, and his pale face that was bruised by pain...