In the endless dark space, there is no sense of the passage of time.

Ye Cuo himself couldn't remember how long he had been in this space, he only knew that after eating all the pills given by the bad old man, he not only felt that his body was becoming more and more relaxed and agile, but even his eyes were becoming more and more keen.

The fine lines on the stone tablet that were originally invisible, are now all visible.

As the pills ran out, Ye Cuo finally wrote down all the symbols on the stone tablet, although he didn't understand what these strange patterns meant, but he memorized them all by rote.

"Thirty-fifth. ”

Ye Cuo silently compared the drawn figure with the stone tablet on the ground, and after making sure that there was no mistake, he began to paint the thirty-sixth piece.

Stroke by stroke, thickness, length, fractures, overlaps, all drawn without a single mistake.

"Yes, a little faster than I expected. The old beggar's voice sounded behind him.

The old beggar looked at Ye Cuo and said, "I thought it would take you a long time to finish drawing, but I didn't expect it to be faster than I expected, it seems that your memory is okay." While rote memorization isn't a good thing, it's better than not being able to remember. ”

Ye Cuo scratched his head: "It's true that I remember everything, but I don't understand what these symbols represent at all." ”

The old beggar smiled: "If you don't have any foundation in martial arts, and you can understand the true meaning at first glance, then this person must be one in a million martial arts wizards, obviously you are not." ”

Ye Cuo remembered that the old beggar said that he himself, who was forty years old and visited the monument, attained enlightenment overnight.

I think that the one-in-a-million martial arts wizard is himself.

Thinking of this, Ye Cuo couldn't help but be speechless for a while, he couldn't understand why the old beggar was so powerful and had such a rebellious qualification, but he would choose a person with G-level talent as a disciple, and his luck could be regarded as rebellious.

The old beggar sat down cross-legged and said, "Sit down." ”

Ye Cuo sat down face to face with him.

"The world's martial arts, whether it is Chinese or foreign, whether it is a martial artist or a person with extraordinary abilities, the stone tablet of this heavenly calligraphy is the origin of their cultivation.

The more stone tablets a country can excavate, the more it can help the country's warriors to cultivate, which is why there are not as many Chinese gods as there are abroad.

Because Huaxia's science and technology are not as good as those big countries, many places can not be explored and excavated, and only 3 stone tablets have been excavated in total, one in Changbai Mountain, one in Shangjing, the imperial capital, and one in Lingnan.

In comparison, five pieces were excavated in the United States and four in Russia.

However, Huaxia is a large place, and there is hope for the future.

Many of the current plans of the Martial Arts Association, such as the Dragon Palace Project that is currently being made, are exploring a relic at the bottom of the East China Sea.

It's a pity ......"

The old beggar rubbed his forehead: "Some places are indeed very strange, such as this stone tablet in this gate, I have only seen it once, and I can't find it in any case." ”

Ye turned his head to look at the tall stone tablet, he only had this one and didn't carry it.

The old beggar said: "The martial arts I have comprehended from this stone tablet are called Dragon Divine Skills, which are different from the martial arts of all sects in the world.

There are a total of thirteen layers of Dragon Divine Skill, and each layer has only one move.

Strictly speaking, the martial arts of this sect are not like martial arts, but like the awakening of the talent of the supernatural, which is to stimulate the dragon blood in the body and make yourself have the talent of the dragon family.

It's just that the awakening of the supernatural is uncontrollable, and the speed of cultivation is also very slow and unsystematic.

And the cultivation method of the Dragon God Gong is something I have already comprehended. ”

Ye Cuo was stunned: "Dragon Clan?"

The old beggar said lightly: "Don't be so surprised, many people think that there are no dragons in the world, but as long as you are an orthodox Huaxia person, you have more or less a little dragon blood in your body, but the weakness is almost negligible."

Therefore, I need to send you a drop of blood. ”

The old beggar hooked his fingers, and the pitch-black dagger on Ye Cuo's body flew silently into his hand.

He held the pitch-black dagger and stabbed himself in the chest.

Ye Cuo was shocked in his heart, only to see that what he stabbed was clearly his own heart.

Burst!

The dagger dug deep into his chest, and the old beggar frowned and slowly pulled out the dagger.

At the tip of the dagger, a drop of golden blood, like melted liquid gold, rolled around on the blade of the sword, like a radioactive element, constantly emitting subtle golden light in the air.

Laugh at!

With a slight sound, the light of golden blood scattered in the air, as if it contained incomparably powerful energy, cutting Ye Cuo's clothes into wounds one after another.

This drop of blood, which seems to weigh 10,000 catties, contains incomparably terrifying energy.

The old beggar wiped the golden blood with his fingers and pointed towards Ye Cuo's eyebrows.

Ye Cuo only felt that a cut had been made in the center of his eyebrows, and a hot energy was forcibly injected in.

"Ah!!h

Ye Cuo didn't expect such pain at all, as if someone cut his scalp open and poured mercury into it, Ye Cuo felt as if he was going to be directly peeled off by this powerful energy.

Pain!!!

Pain!!!

Pain!!!

After Ye Cuo's whole person screamed, he no longer had the strength to scream, and the whole person fell to the ground, his whole body convulsed, his face was flushed, and the green tendons on his neck and forehead were about to burst.

The muscles and bones in his body seemed to be constantly broken and reassembled, and that drop of golden blood was like a sharp knife in his body, rampage, as if it was about to smash every cell.

Ye Cuo curled up, rickety like a shrimp, bearing the pain that he had never had a physical examination before.

Are you going to die?

Ye Cuo really felt that it was better to die at this time.

This kind of pain seems to be felt in every hair, and every part of the body is being destroyed.

The old beggar said lightly: "The worse the talent, the more pain you have to endure when you receive the dragon's blood, I hope you can get through it." Think more about those good things and make yourself more eager to survive. ”

Ye Staggered opened his mouth to breathe rapidly, his brain had become blank because of the pain, and he tried to think about those beautiful memories: sunshine, grass, autumn leaves, clouds......

......

I don't know how long it took, Ye Cuo woke up from the incomparable pain, and when he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the infinitely dark space.

But the previous pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, making him still tremble all over his body even after he couldn't feel the pain.

Sweat soaked his clothes, making Ye Cuo's face unusually pale.

The old beggar looked at him with no sorrow or joy, neither glad that he had woken up, nor regretted that he had not died of pain.

Ye Cuo reached out and touched his body, and now he couldn't feel a trace of pain, but he still had an illusion, feeling that his body was shattered into slag, which was the sequelae of unforgettable pain.

"Yes, I actually carried it, and I didn't become a cripple. The old beggar watched Ye Cuo get up tremblingly, and said with a hint of relief.

Ye Cuo spread out his hands, looked at them, and clenched his fists hard, until he felt the existence of his real body, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, why didn't you tell me in advance that it would hurt so much?"

"It's very simple, because I didn't know in advance, but you are the founding disciple of the teacher. The old beggar joked.

Ye Wrong: "......"

He instantly understood, before the old man let himself think about beautiful things, all of them were lying to himself, he himself didn't know that it would be so dangerous, and his eldest disciple was actually a guinea pig.

"Okay, I can't delay here for too long, since you have already quenched your body with dragon blood, you have the qualifications to cultivate the Dragon Divine Skill, I will give you all the exercises at once, and you can cultivate by yourself in the future." The old beggar said.

Ye Cuo was curious: "One-time transmission of martial arts? Is it like in the Xianxia novel, give me a copy of the Yuanshen brand? Or directly leave me a memory of martial arts? Master, is your martial arts so powerful? Is it to pass on my internal strength?"

The old beggar sneered and took out a USB flash drive: "I've recorded a video, you can learn it slowly by yourself, and read less online novels in the future." ”

"Oh......"

The old beggar stood up and said, "There is no fate between you and me. Now that you have passed on your martial arts, you will have to do something for me in the future. ”

"Master, please speak. Ye Cuo hurriedly arrived.

The old beggar pointed to the pitch-black dagger in his hand: "In the future, if you meet a girl who uses a red bow and arrow, call her senior sister and tell her that I miss her very much." This dagger in your hand is a token, and she will know where to find me. ”

Ye Cuo nodded, and then looked down at the dagger in his hand: "Master, what kind of dagger is this, why are so many people afraid of it?"

The old beggar waved his hand and said lightly: "It's not strange, it's just a dagger with a heavy yin qi." ”

Yin Qi is heavier?

Ye Cuo had an epiphany in his heart: "It turns out that this is one, the old yin dagger!"