Next to the wooden house, next to Lingpu.

The old man was vaguely dressed in a gray robe, his gray hair dancing lightly in the wind, and he was weeding the herbs he planted. As if he knew that Ling Ming was coming, the old man turned around and beckoned to Ling Ming

"Little ones, come here. ”

Ling Ming and Meng'er walked over slowly, Ling Ming looked at Meng Jiu, and Grandpa Mengjiu's face was still rosy.

Ling Ming saluted respectfully and shouted, "Hello Ninth Grandpa!"

Mengjiu nodded intently, but at this time, Meng'er ran over and grabbed Grandpa Jiu's arm and whispered

"Ninth Grandpa, what the hell is going on?"

Looking at Xiao Meng'er's appearance, a hint of doting flashed in Mengjiu's eyes, and then he looked at Ling Mingzheng

"Ling Ming, you've been here for more than half a year, I don't know what you remember?"

Ling Ming shook his head slightly

Seeing this, Meng Jiu continued: "Do you know why I let you read a lot of books for half a year?"

Ling Ming said lightly, "Grandpa Nine wants me to read books, so as to understand the basic situation of this world, so that I can learn to adapt to this world." ”

Meng Jiu stroked his crippled beard and said heavily: "Little guy, you only see the most superficial, with this book alone, you can't even go out of this hundred miles of barren mountains, how can you adapt to the world, this world, it's not as simple as you think, the cruelty of this world, only if you experience it yourself, you will understand." Do you understand?"

"The kid is dull, please enlighten Grandpa Nine," Ling Ming said respectfully.

"Before that, let me ask you, what kind of person do you want to be?"

"I... Is it?"

Meng Jiu waved his hand, then turned around and walked towards the larger wooden house with Xiao Meng'er, and the sound of Meng Jiu's vicissitudes echoed in the air.

"Little one, go back and think about it, you don't need to give me the answer now, when you think about it, come back and tell me the answer in your heart. ”

Walk on the fine grass. Looking at the sunset, a trace of confusion flashed in Ling Ming's eyes, he had never been aware of this question for so long, what did he want, why did he want to be like this, it seemed that Grandpa Mengjiu's words had caused Xiao Ling Ming to think too much. A gust of evening breeze blew, but it couldn't shake away the confusion in Xiao Lingming's heart.

The candlelight in the window is still there....

What sound, Ling Ming climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at it at a glance. On the cliff, an elderly man dressed in white and holding a sword stood up.

On the opposite cliff, the black robe is added, surrounded by black smoke, it seems that they are talking about something, but it is too far away, I can't hear clearly, and I can only see a black and a white flash, and in the blink of an eye, it will be above the sky, colliding together, the wind and clouds are rolling, so far away, there are still bursts of qi waves coming, just a little bit of impact, Xiao Ling Ming is like a flat boat swaying with the waves, making Ling Ming breathless, only two clouds of light and shadow can be seen, and then a huge white sword qi was reflected in Ling Ming's eyes, and the white sword qi slashed towards the black robe, the black robe was broken at the waist, the sword qi did not decrease, and the hundred miles of mountains behind the black robe were cut into the original, and Ling Ming fainted directly in this wave of qi......

In a pale world, Ling Ming slowly opened his eyes, there was no human being, only the long shadow of Xiao Ling Ming and his Nala, Ling Ming looked around, but he didn't see a person, the silence everywhere was terrifying, only listening to his own footsteps, step! Ling Ming walked aimlessly for a long time, and panic slowly appeared in his heart, but at this lonely and helpless time, a man and a woman suddenly appeared in front of him, Ling Ming felt familiar but strange in his heart, faintly overlapping with the two figures in Xiao Ling Ming's heart, but no matter what, he couldn't see the two faces clearly, he wanted to get closer, but he couldn't get closer, the two voices and shadows were getting farther and farther away, and the more they went, the more blurred they became......

"Don't go, don't leave me..."Ling Ming suddenly stood up and shouted. His hands were propped up on the wooden table, gasping for air, and gradually his breath subsided.

Why did it feel so real, who were those two people, so vague, so familiar, and the old man in white, too strong and too strong, holding the power of heaven and earth, shattering mountains and rivers with one blow, Ling Ming felt like an ant, and would be destroyed in that aftermath at any time. This made Ling Ming feel panic and uneasiness for the first time in his heart. Where are his parents, why are they here, why don't they remember anything? After a moment of silence, Ling Ming got up and left, leaving only green smoke curling on the lamp.

Early morning.

"Squeak!"

Meng Jiu pushed open the wooden door and saw a little boy with his little head drooping. Perhaps hearing the sound, the little boy slowly raised his head, and two small dark circles set off the tired eyes.

"Little one, you... But have you figured it out?"

Xiao Ling Ming nodded, his eyes instantly brightened, and he clenched his fists and said:

"Grandpa Nine!"

"I want to be strong. Ling Ming said.

Then Ling Ming knelt on his knees, and said with a very firm look in his eyes:

"Ninth Grandpa, please take me as an apprentice. ”

"Okay, little one, it's not in vain that the old man will save you, a man should have such a male ambition. Meng Jiu was very satisfied with this answer, touched his beard and smiled.

"How do you know that I have the ability to teach you?" Meng Jiu asked backhandedly.

Ling Ming said respectfully:

"Ever since Grandpa Nine rescued me, Ling Ming has known that Grandpa Nine is very human. Grandpa Nine often went in and out of these hundred miles of barren mountains, and he was not damaged at all, and he brought back the beast that I feared, so I can guess that Grandpa Nine is a powerful cultivator, and even a more unfathomable spiritual cultivator among cultivators, who can grasp the fantastic and mysterious aura between heaven and earth and turn it into his own use. ”

There was a hint of longing in his eyes as he spoke.

"Cultivator, little one, you can think too easily. Cultivators are divided into martial cultivators and spiritual cultivators, and those who cultivate martial arts change outside, while spiritual cultivators cultivate inside, from the inside and outside, to carry out the sublimation of life. Before cultivating the spirit, one can only be called a martial artist. The reason why a spiritual cultivator is so noble is because a spiritual cultivator can absorb spiritual energy and transform it into his own spiritual power, so as to start his true cultivation," then Meng Jiu shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Cultivation is not easy, even the most basic spiritual cultivation mirror ---- the spiritual realm, which makes most people lament that they are weak and have no chance to cultivate the spirit, and they are terrified. The path of cultivation is difficult and rugged, as soon as you step into the cultivation world, you will have no intention of regretting, life is your own choice, and the road should be taken by yourself, whether you live or die or not, I ask you again, have you really thought about it? It is too late to regret it. ”

Meng Jiu stared at Ling Ming Zhengsedao.

Ling Ming took a deep breath and slowly exhaled:

"Once you enter the practice, you will never regret it. ”

"Well, but it is not possible to be an apprentice, and there are many reasons for this, so it is inconvenient for the old man to talk about it. But because of the fate, that is, for your grandfather, the old man will try his best to teach you everything you can learn, so you don't have to worry. ”

"Ling Ming bowed to Grandpa Jiu. Ling Ming exhaled lightly, as if he were relieved. As long as you can teach him to cultivate, you can do anything.

"Okay, okay, Ming'er, hurry up, if you wake up Meng'er, see that you are like this, you don't have to dismantle my old bones. Meng Jiu picked up Ling Ming and said with a smile.

"But Ming'er, cultivation pays attention to the foundation, and only when the foundation is solid can we go further. The foundation of the building, the deeper the foundation, the more solid the foundation, the more stable and higher the building can be. It is not unreasonable that cultivation is divided into martial arts and spiritual cultivation, martial arts cultivation is to use spiritual cultivation as a foundation, and martial arts cultivation is mainly to temper and strengthen the body. If the body is a container, then martial arts cultivation is to temper and forge the external objects of the container, and spiritual cultivation is to introduce the spiritual energy from the outside world into the container for transformation, and turn it into spiritual power for one's own use. And now too many people ignore the cultivation of martial arts, thinking that cultivation is spiritual cultivation, but they don't know that the embankment is unstable, how to accept the river, as for whether you can enter the spiritual cultivation realm, you can only look at the will of heaven, this world has never been fair, I believe you are so smart, you can also understand the reason. The reason why I say this to you is to let you understand that life is like a bet, no one will predict what will happen next, no one is born strong, if you don't work hard, you will only end up with nothing in the mirror. ”

"Hades,... Asleep?" Meng Jiu turned around and saw Ling Ming's lowered head, Meng Jiu was a little in a trance, although Ming'er was a little mature, but after all, he was only an eleven or twelve-year-old child, looking at the two panda eyes, Meng Jiu smiled, and with a wave of his hand, Ling Ming disappeared in place and appeared on the couch.