At sunset, the afterglow of the slanting sun is beautiful, and the speckled fire scales carry a beautiful round sun hanging on the mountain.

In March, I returned to the mountain of the Yitu tribe with a full of bamboo and Lou herbs, and today I had a good harvest, and I was naturally smiling.

As the twilight gradually deepened, March was slightly stunned when he saw the fire rising from the Yitu tribe, and then his face became happier, every time the Yitu tribe raised a fire, it was undoubtedly a great harvest for today's hunters.

It seems that today is a good day, and there is good meat to eat.

Three steps to do five steps, March skillfully galloped down the mountain.

Soon after sunset, March rushed back to the Yitu tribe and walked along the winding path to a more remote place, where there was an old thatched house not far in front of him, which was March's home.

Grandpa was a frail and sickly old man, who had been suffering from illness all year round, and walked with a pout. Standing outside the hut on crutches and looking into the distance, I saw that March was back, his face was full of wrinkles and bloomed, and he smiled kindly, every time the sun set ten March, it seemed to be a little late today, so Grandpa was very worried.

"Are you back? Is there a harvest today?" Grandpa Xia limped up, with some pity in his eyes, he endured what he shouldn't have endured at a young age in March.

"Yes, grandpa, I found a lot of herbs today, as well as plum orchid grass, you can sleep soundly tonight. "March put the herbs in Zhulouli in front of his grandfather, full of joy. The black and shining eyes looked at the grandfather, and some children looked naughty.

"yes, I got a little more herbs today than usual. Grandpa kindly touched March's little head, "Let's come into the house, today the hunters of the Yitu tribe hunted a one-horned rhinoceros and brought meat to our grandfather." ”

Whenever the hunters of the Yitu tribe went into the mountains to hunt good things, they would not hesitate to send some meat to the two of them.

"Isn't it a very big and ferocious kind of magical beast? It's so powerful, the hunters of the Yitu tribe can even hunt this kind of magical beast, it must be very remarkable. March said enviously.

"This is a magical beast that the hunters have spent a lot of effort to hunt, and several people have been injured. Being able to eat such delicious and delicious meat is all exchanged for their lives, and it is not easy to survive. Grandpa Xia led March into the house and said as he packed up a few bottles of potions. "Those wounded hunters are still waiting for me to treat their wounds, grandpa is going to treat them, the meal is ready, you can eat some yourself, don't wait for me. ”

Grandpa Xia's name is Xia Fengchu, and it is said that he studied with a pharmacist for a period of time when he was young, so he is proficient in some medical skills, and at the same time, the Yitu tribe was able to generously take in the two of them because Grandpa Xia's medical skills could help them.

Almost every once in a while, the hunters of the Yitu tribe would be injured, and under Grandpa Xia's medical skills, the injured hunters could be healed quickly, so they were very respected in the Yitu tribe.

March saw her grandfather go out on crutches, and her back was a little sad, so March didn't go to eat, but took off the plum orchid grass, ground it into powder with some other herbs, put the juice in a small bottle, and boiled it with some tree roots.

When grandpa comes back, the medicine will not be hot, and you can drink it earlier.

According to the medical skills that my grandfather taught me, this prescription should have cured the root of my grandfather's illness a long time ago, but it could only be delayed for three days, and then my grandfather would continue to fall ill for several years.

Grandpa's meals were always delicious, and March was so full because of the delicious meat, he ate more than usual.

Putting the boiled medicine on the table, March returned to the humble house, carefully took out the worn-out books, and looked seriously under the light of the candles. This is a brief cultivation book that guides cultivators to cultivate.

This book is a treasure from my grandfather, I picked it up a long time ago, and I have always regarded it as a treasure, and I gave it to him when I was sensible in March.

"It's strange, I can obviously channel the innate qi in my body, but why can't I cultivate?" March is very distressed, this problem has not been solved, March will practice according to the method in the book every night, every time he is tired and sweaty, but in the end it will be empty.

Could it be that my physique is not suitable for cultivation, and why did all the innate qi disappear in the end?

March was very suspicious that his physique seemed to have some kind of defect, and his face was always slightly sickly pale, especially at night when he cultivated according to the cultivation methods on the scroll, his body would often be so weak that he could not move.

March asked Grandpa about these questions, but Grandpa didn't know anything about them. So March attributed these problems to his parents, maybe it was congenital heredity, and his physique could not be cultivated.

But my grandfather simply skipped his parents, saying that his father had died of illness a long time ago, and his mother had died in childbirth when he gave birth to him, and it was good that he could survive.

No matter what the reason, March never gave up, and always insisted on cultivating according to the methods in the book, although he would suffer a lot of hardships, and in the end it was all in vain, but March believed that there would always be a reward for his efforts, and maybe one day he would suddenly be able to cultivate? Wouldn't that be a great good thing? Miracles, there will always be hope, just like he is still alive.

In the middle of the night, March was exhausted and out of breath, but this result was no longer strange.

At this time, Grandpa came back and saw the medicine pot on the table, and there was still some residual temperature, just enough to drink the medicine directly. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the room where March was, and through the crack in the door, he saw that March gritted his teeth and persisted, and he tried to cultivate again, and it was obvious that every time it ended in failure.

stared at it for a long time, and finally sighed, walked over with a pout, and said, "March, are you cultivating again?"

Pushing the door in, I saw March lying on the bed weakly, pretending to be relaxed, obviously pretending not to worry others.

"Grandpa, I'm fine. March forced a smile.

Grandpa Xia came to the bed and sat down, never leaving the cane in his hand. "Alas, it's strange to say, it's really incomprehensible that you can channel innate qi, but you can't cultivate aura. ”

March knows this quirk of grandpa, and the crutches never leave his body, even when he eats and sleeps.

At this time, March saw his grandfather's expression very solemn, as if there was something important. Then he asked, "Grandpa, what's going on?"

Grandpa Xia shook his head slowly and said: "March, if Grandpa has a way to stimulate your meridians, are you willing to try it, you were still young before, I didn't dare to use this method to stimulate your meridians, I am afraid that your meridians will not be able to bear it, now that you are six and a half years old, maybe you can try it, are you willing to take this risk?"

Grandpa said with a serious face, it can be seen that he has struggled for a long time to make this decision, and there is some uncertainty in his eyes, for fear that a bad result will happen, and he has some faint expectations.

March's eyes widened, he didn't expect his grandfather to have this kind of ability, and hurriedly said: "Grandpa, I'm willing to try it, if it's really like what you said, this is what March dreamed of." ”

What a luxury it is to become a cultivator, you can fly to the sky and the earth, you can do anything, and the most important thing is that if you really become a cultivator, maybe you will have a way to cure your grandfather.

In March's eyes, cultivators are omnipotent beings, and in the eyes of ordinary people, cultivators are originally god-like beings.

"You sit up cross-legged for the time being, and grandpa will stimulate your meridians with a hundred needles. Grandpa laid out a row of silver needles on the bed, took out a few bottles of potion, glued the needles into the potion, and stimulated the meridians with the assistance of the medicine.

"Close your eyes and follow the method on the scroll to guide the innate qi. ”

March took a deep breath, his little face was a little nervous, and he guided the innate qi according to the method on the scroll.

Suddenly felt as if he had been bitten by a mosquito on his head, March knew that it was his grandfather's acupuncture technique, and after a few breaths, many needles were inserted in his head, and then his whole body seemed to be crawled by ants......

At this time, March was shirtless, looking like a hedgehog, and her body was densely covered with silver needles.

Silver corresponds to the hundreds of meridians in the body, and under the effect of the drug, it penetrates March's body little by little, and the sudden pain makes March almost suffocate. The innate qi traveled unimpeded between the meridians, as if activating a force hidden in the body.

"Grandpa, March is so painful, the meridians seem to be about to burst. March closed his eyes tightly, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his whole body trembled.

Grandpa Xia's face changed, he felt the breath on March's body, and at this time, he couldn't care about anything else, and hurriedly took off the silver needle.

After a long time, March finally felt better, leaning weakly on the bed, but March didn't know that after what had just happened, his eyes had changed, and there was a breath in the underlying meridians on his body.

Grandpa Xia stared at March, unable to speak for a long time, as if looking at a strange look.

This was the first time March had felt such a look from his grandfather, and deep down he was afraid.

Why is Grandpa indifferent and frightened?

Why is he looking at me like that?

So March looked down at his body, at this moment, even he couldn't believe what he saw, and he couldn't accept such a thing at all.

Either way, March never imagined that she had a disgusting demonic aura on her.

It's like a pure soul suddenly becomes muddy one day, and it's so dirty.

Demonic?

The bloodline of a half-demon, a special outlier in this world.

March ran to the basin with her tired body, and in the faint light of the candle flame, March saw her panicked little face, and her eyes became very unfamiliar.

The whites of these eyes were reddened, and there were also circles of lines hidden, like ripples on the water slowly spreading and finally calming down.

It's not my eyes, I'm not a demon, yes, I'm just dreaming.

Turning his head to look at his grandfather standing behind him, he said with a crying voice, "Grandpa, I must be dreaming, right?"

Alas!

Grandpa sighed, "Although I don't want to admit it, it's true. ”

March lowered her head, her eyes were red and swollen, her eyes blurred, and tears were dripping into the basin!

This night was destined to be a sleepless night, and March's worldview completely collapsed tonight......

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