The next day, early in the morning,

"Grandpa, what are we doing today?" Hong Qing saw that the old man was sitting cross-legged on a stone, and ran over to ask the old man.

"Today, you don't have much to do, but my old man is going to be busy today." The old man wiped his sleeves and said with a smile at Hong Qing.

"Don't do anything, what are you wiping your sleeves for, you wipe your sleeves off." Before Hong Qing finished speaking, the old man directly started fighting.

Hong Qing screamed on the ground, and the old man punched and kicked him there. Hong Qing's nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he curled up on the ground with his hair scattered and begged for mercy.

"Hey, grandpa, don't fight, don't fight, ouch, your old man is light." Hong Qing screamed to the old man, but he couldn't hear it.

"You kid, you know lying on the ground and screaming, what else do you know, others hit you in the face, and you are still begging for mercy on the ground, stand up for me and fight back." The old man said it was quite ruthless, but he didn't use much strength against Hong Qing.

Otherwise, the old man used his pulse to fight, and I am afraid that he will be broken by one punch.

"Grandpa, you asked me to fight back, then I'll fight back." As soon as Hong Qing finished speaking, he stood up and punched him without saying a word.

But as soon as Hong Qing's fist reached the old man, the old man grabbed his wrist with one hand and threw it back, and Hong Qing lay on the ground with such a blue nose and swollen face, and his nose was broken and bloody.

"No, I said you kid can do it, you are so slow, if I were an enemy, I would have beaten you with one punch and couldn't stand up." The old man stood behind him and stroked his beard and said.

"Grandpa, you are bullying the small, my strength is not as strong as yours." Hong Qing pouted and was unconvinced, muttering, and before he could finish speaking, the old man punched him again.

"It's not that I said you kid, your kid is in the vein realm, I didn't use the pulse power to you, you are still picking and choosing here." It was another beating.

"You kid, although you have the talent to cultivate the Fa, but this body vein is a weakness."

The old man pondered beside him and said, "In this way, you don't have to cultivate the Fa lineage in the next two years. When will you wait for your body veins to beat me, and then you will go to cultivate the Fa veins. ”

"Grandpa, I don't, I want to become stronger, become like grandpa, the village chief, they all respect you, so that no one will dare to bully me in the future."

"Then if you cultivate your body, aren't you also getting stronger. Moreover, in our Great Upper Realm, those who cultivate the body are far more powerful than the Dharma cultivation line. Besides, it's not like I don't want you to cultivate the Dharma lineage. You kid is in such a hurry to cultivate his pulse, his body can't hold it, and he is not afraid of dying of exploding. ”

The old man said with Hong Qing, in fact, in the Great Upper Realm, there are very few people who cultivate the body. However, it cannot be said who is stronger than the other, and the body veins and law veins of the same level will be attributed to their respective cultivation methods.

"Go and sit down next to it, and try to expel your bruises with your pulse." Hong Qingpan sat down and discharged his pulse qi outward. After a while, Hong Qing began to scream again, because there was no wound that could come out of the bruises, and the bruises rushed back and forth in his body.

"Grandpa, you're cheating on me. I used my pulse qi to drain the blood, so that the blood was concentrated in one place, and there was no wound, and the blood in my body kept bumping blindly in my body, and I was screaming..."Hong Qing rolled on the ground.

The old man laughed happily next to him, "You kid, the blood is bumping into your body, and in another hour, you won't be able to get out, but you will explode and die." “

"Ah, grandpa, save me, you must have a way." Hong Qing began to kowtow on the ground and hit the wall again.

"Don't worry, old man, I'm here, I can make you explode. It's just that you have to endure it for another two or three moments, otherwise you won't be beaten in vain today. The old man stroked his beard and looked at him for a moment.

Hong Qing bleed himself again, and the old man looked at it for a while. With his pulse, he made a cut on his arm.

"Hey, grandpa, you bleed me." There was red blood on Hong Qing's arm, and Hong Qing covered it with his other hand.

"Don't cover it, you kid, if you cover it again, you can't get bruised, you still have to hurt." The old man pulled his hand away, and the blood flowed out again, and in a few moments, his crimson blood ran out.

"Now you can cover it." The old man moved Hong Qing's hand to his arm.

"Now that you kid is comfortable, crush this pill and rub it on your arm, and he'll be fine. Wipe it on, I'll let you strike first. The old man handed him a black pill, he took it, and with a pinch of his pulse, the pill became a pile of scraps.

He smeared the scrap on the wound on his arm. The wounds on the arms between them recombined at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Grandpa, what is this, it's amazing, can you teach me how to do it." Hong Qing opened his mouth and looked at the old man with a cute face.

"You kid refine your body first, and after refining your body veins, you can learn pulse qi, don't say it's this medicine at that time, it's not a problem for me to teach you." The old man hit him in the back of the head at once, and before he could learn this one, he wanted to learn another.

"Okay, then I know, can you stop hitting me on the head. What if you get stupid? Before the old man could finish speaking, he went up again.

Hong Qingxue was obedient, afraid that he would suffer again, and he didn't say a word. As soon as his arm was healed, he suddenly rushed up and punched the old man, but as you can imagine, he still couldn't hit it, but he was beaten by the old man again.

"Boy, come and let me teach you a set of exercises, do you want to learn it. Let's talk about it first, this exercise is very difficult to practice, but if you practice it to the fullest, it is possible to destroy the world and destroy the world. With a hint of provocation in his eyes, the old man said to Hong Qing.

"Learn and learn, I will definitely practice to the fullest, you can teach me when you are old." Hong Qing's expectant eyes were almost on the old man's body.

"Come, open it for yourself." The old man handed Hong Qing a book, Hong Qing opened the page, and there were two big golden characters engraved on the top of the first page.

"Broken Emperor? What does this mean, is the name of this exercise called Breaking the Emperor? Hong Qing's eyes looked at the old man questioningly, and the old man smiled and did not speak.

On the second page, the story of a teenager who was looked down upon and bullied since he was a child is drawn.

On the third page, the boy gets the book, and the lowest servant begins his cultivation path, killing all those who bully him.

From a teenager to a cultivator, it all depends on this book. On the fourth page, look at the eyes of the young man in the painting, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

The boy made countless enemies in the Great Upper Realm, but the boy was not afraid of anything.

The young man, in order to protect his lover, rises from the Great Upper Realm and kills all enemies in his eyes. But in the end, he couldn't do it, and the boy couldn't protect his lover.

Since then, the young man has regretted two lines of tears, and has never loved anyone again.

The boy was so sad that he turned into a head full of silver and gray hair.

The young man practiced martial arts hard, and the enemies he killed couldn't raise his head. In the end, the boy ascended, the peak of the upper realm, but ushered in his own loneliness.

The boy didn't think that his martial arts had reached the pinnacle. But in the eyes of the world, he is invincible.

The teenager is not convinced, and has entered middle age from a teenager. For decades, the teenager has been practicing martial arts hard, but he still has not found a way to break through.

In the end, when the boy is old, he doesn't want to fight anymore. The old man in the painting also disappeared.

Hong Qing lay down, lay down on the grass, and began to meditate.