Four years in the blink of an eye.

Four years is a short time, but it is enough to bury a genius, let alone a down-and-out genius.

Yao Feng never appeared in the field of view of Shuanghe Town again, and disappeared.

Some people say that he has never recovered and will never be able to regain his former glory, some people say that he is still reckless and arrogant, and his spiritual cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and some people say that he has left Shuanghe Town to fend for himself..... It's just that no matter how talented a teenager was before, he has faded out of people's field of vision, and no one pays attention to it anymore. It's just that whenever a new young genius appears, the people of Shuanghe Town will subconsciously compare themselves with that down-and-out teenager, and then smile with a flat face.

But only Yao Feng himself knows how difficult it is.

In four years, his spiritual cultivation has not made the slightest progress, but the most important thing is that he has to maintain the Eight Veins Realm all the time. Eight veins realm, only the boy himself knows, what a terrifying thing this is for himself.

Four years ago, the high-spirited genius boy tried to break through the eight veins for the first time, and that was the time when bad luck struck. At the moment of breaking through the eight veins, it was like opening Pandora's box, and the spiritual power of Yao Feng's whole body disappeared as if it was devoured, and at that moment, the horror in the eyes of the young Yao Feng accompanied him for four whole years.

What makes him even worse than death is that once the spiritual power in his body disappears, the empty eight meridians are like burning flames, scorching his flesh and blood, and new spiritual power appears and is devoured again, and so on, like an endless bottomless abyss, until his whole body is squeezed clean......

It was a nightmare day, and then Yaofeng lived in a nightmare.

"Ah......h

"Thief God!" the young man was still desperately enduring the severe pain in his body, panting heavily, constantly trying to vent something, but the severe pain in his body filled his brain, and his throat was like stuffed with mud and could not produce syllables, so he could only roar helplessly.

"Ahh Since the thief God has made him speechless in pain, then compare who is more ruthless! The spiritual power in the meridians was devoured again, the flesh and blood of the spirit beast was filled again, and the corners of the young man's mouth twitched again, another round of torment......

The shrill voice and the young man's low roar gradually faded.

In the blink of an eye, the blood stains on the boy's body slowly disappeared, as if the scene just now had not happened.

"Finally, it's back to the Eight Veins. A slightly hoarse voice came from the boy's throat, and he couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness, and there was no temperature at all.

In the past four years, the boy has to maintain the eight veins, constantly replenishing the devoured spiritual power, after that breakthrough, the young man gradually knows that in fact, the devoured spiritual power is not a bottomless pit, but a poor and remote place, how can he squander the spiritual power so much, the spirit stone is a luxury that he can't think of. There is no advanced technique, Yao Feng can only use his body as a medium when he is devoured spiritual power, and smear the flesh and blood of a first-level spirit beast on his body, and the magazines and violent energy in the flesh and blood of the spirit beast wash over his eight veins and then be absorbed, although he has become numb to this matter, every experience is painful.

The boy punched himself in the chest, his back was visibly shocked, and even his steps became vague, this punch was not as easy as it seemed on the face, and he injured himself. "Poof!" a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the young man suddenly went crazy, desperately catching the blood with both hands, looking at the life-like red, and then laughed stupidly.

He's still alive, he's still alive in the Eight Veins Realm.

Perhaps, only in this way will I tell myself more truly the reason for continuing to live for this only dignity.

In this world where martial arts are respected, the dignity of people is not as good as ants!

As for death, I am afraid there is nothing more terrible than waiting for death, for this cursed family.

This is a world where spiritual power is mainly cultivated, and Yao Feng naturally understands how precious spiritual power is to cultivators. On the way of cultivation, one condenses one's nine veins by absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and only when one successfully condenses the nine veins can he be regarded as stepping into the ranks of cultivators. And the master realm of Shuanghe Town, I am afraid that it will be counted as the half-step phaseless realm of his little uncle Yao Qianqi. As for what the Phaseless Realm is, it is not something that Yao Feng of the small Eight Veins Realm can know

A majestic underground palace.

Yao Feng was lying on top of a coffin, his slender body was surrounded by scattered stone tablets, and there was no sense of terror at all.

In the past four years, the young man's body has become more upright and slender, and he has not become rough and wild at all because his body has absorbed so many impurities and violent energy of spirit beasts, but has a little handsome atmosphere. Because of the lack of sunlight for a long time, the boy's face was sickly pale, but the warmth of the sun could still be felt from the boy's calm face, and it seemed that this boy had never lacked sunshine.

Yao Feng was completely shocked when he first found out that his family had such a large palace, not so much a palace as a huge cemetery, with countless coffins buried in the ancestors of the Yao family.

Yao Feng's eyes were half-squinted, and his still immature face was indescribably solemn and solemn, especially those half-squinted eyes, which had a calmness and depth that did not match his age.

The young man seemed to have woken up, reflexively leaned on the coffin lid, slapped his hand lightly twice, and muttered to himself: "Daddy, can you really not escape the control of bad luck?" As he spoke, the young man's figure became illusory, like a gust of wind drifting by, and like a ripple on the surface of a calm lake, a series of beatings sounded in the palace, and a coffin appeared next to each stone tablet.

The young man's speed was more agile and rapid than four years ago, and in the blink of an eye, the young man returned to the original coffin lid again, looking at the coffins full of dead people around him, his eyes suddenly became a little less solemn, and he regained the vitality that the young man should have.

"People will really die for a long time! I must live longer than you, and earn all the life span that God has taken away from our family!" Yao Feng's eyes smeared a trace of fierceness, his pale fingers clenched, and his face was full of unwillingness.

"Ahem, little guy, why do you always look like an adult at a young age, and you have to fight fate to the death at every turn......"

"Of course I want to live!" Yao Feng shouted into the void, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and some collapsed with his hands supporting the coffin lid.

Yao Feng didn't have any wariness of the abrupt voice in the void, and he didn't have the initial fear of this existence that would attack him at any time. A hint of self-deprecating smile appeared in Yao Feng's expression, which looked out of place in the bright palace, and even had a hint of hideousness. "Even if you live like a ghost......

A sad and helpless mood instantly spread to the entire palace, so depressed that all the cells of the human body stopped moving, waiting for death quietly like the living dead.

How can he not be desolate? Yao Feng sometimes wondered what hope a barely surviving family like him could have on this continent.

Just like him, a teenager whose life is worse than death, how can there be hope?

There was no doubt that his Yao family had not only survived, but also survived for countless generations, and even lived for countless generations in awe of death more than everyone else.

An illusory figure slowly emerged, some ghostly but never sneaky, some old but never weak. The old man was suspended like this, and a majestic aura emanated from the illusory body, and the palace seemed to be a little dimmed.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the cracks in the leaves, disturbing the resting butterfly, and flailing its wings, obscuring the dazzling light. The figure of the old man in the palace swayed and came to Yao Feng's body, "Little guy, aren't you scared when you see me?" the old man asked with a smile.

Yes, this is the first time Yao Feng has seen the old man.

It was a ghost, and in Yao Feng's consciousness, he was a ghost who had been hiding in his body for four years.

The past four years have been like a nightmare for Yao Feng, the cultivation of the Eight Veins Realm has not increased at all, and he can only survive every day by constantly cultivating, constantly cultivating, and as if he is in purgatory, he can only survive by relying on the flesh and blood of beasts every day. Cultivation of numbness, and then waiting for death to come.

"Is there anything more terrible than death?" said the young man's face was calm. The calm eyes did not show a trace of waves, the calm face did not show a trace of expression, and the calm hands slowly opened.

Sure enough, in four years, the teenager learned to be calm. It is an ability that cannot be learned from frustration, and in the blood of the Yao family, there will only be more and more frustration and bravery.

The old man saw the young man's calmness, smiled with relief, and calmed down.

The palace of Nuoda, the dense coffins, countless stone tablets, a young man, an old man, a person and a ghost, seem to see the beginning and end of life, and it seems to be an unchanging scenery.

......

The calm atmosphere was still the first to be broken by the old man, "What if, I can let you live past the age of twenty?" The deep voice exploded in Yao Feng's heart like thunder, Yao Feng's eyes suddenly tightened, and he turned back suddenly, staring at the old man deadly, the soothing nerves just now instantly tensed, and the pale and slender fingers clicked. "What did you say?" asked Yao Feng in a hoarse voice, barely able to suppress his trembling body.

seemed to enjoy Yao Feng's performance just now, and the old man said a little playfully: "I can let you live past the age of twenty!"

Just like the day Yao Feng first heard the old man's voice, the day the old man knew Yao Feng's biggest secret. It is still the day of bad luck, the day when Yao Feng is about to break the eight veins.

"Demon Tablet Technique?" When Yao Feng was carefully studying a mottled piece of ancient jade in his hand, his body suddenly paused, his back arched slightly, his clear eyes were instantly replaced by a violent aura, and a trace of blood climbed out, looking around vigilantly.

This is a book of exercises that Yao Feng inadvertently obtained, the magic tablet recipe. It's just that there's no more introduction.

Yao Feng looked around, there was no one in the palace, even so, Yao Feng's tense body did not relax, but became more nervous, vigilant around the wind and grass, did not dare to have the slightest carelessness, and the spiritual power in his body instantly soared to the peak.

And it was after that time that the voice accompanied him like a ghost for four years, along with his purgatory-like life.

Yao Feng's thoughts lingered on the memories of the past......

In the dense forest outside the palace, thousands of rays of sunlight shine through the dense cracks in the leaves, shining on the wings of dancing butterflies. Time seems to stand still in this moment, the sun seems to have not yet reached the ground, and the butterfly seems to be still in the future and waving its wings......

Yao Feng's eyes instantly brightened, and he looked at the old man floating in front of him in disbelief. When he knew that there was a ghost in his heart, Yao Feng had a glimmer of hope, in case he could help him survive! Throw himself a book of exercises to become a strong man, and no longer have to live under the haze of death all day long, at the mercy of this damn fate, so even if he lives every day, there is a big reason why he is not a ghost or a ghost, and it is because of this ghost......

His eyes brightened, and he clearly knew what a terrible price his father had paid in order to live one more day.

But even one day, he will never give up!

Yao Feng only looked at the illusory figure in front of him seriously at this time, the old man's face was wrinkled, but he did not show any sense of old age, but had a taste of old and strong. Even if it is an illusory image, it can still be seen from the old man's upright face that he must have been a peerless beauty when he was young.

The old man stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes drooping slightly, and he could still see from his eyes the vast depth of the sea of stars and the calm of the quiet as a cold pool, and the more Yao Feng looked at it, the more obsessed he became, and he actually had an urge to rush in......

"I know you won't live to be twenty years old. When Yao Feng was deeply immersed in the vast eyes and couldn't extricate himself, the old man said to himself, his eyes slightly raised and looked around, hundreds of coffins and tombstones, there was no emotion in his deep eyes, and he continued, "They didn't live past the age of twenty. ”

"But," the old man's vicissitudes of life finally had a trace of emotion in his voice, and when he looked at Yao Feng, there was a loving smile on his face, and he said slowly, "I will help you live." ”

After a dizziness in his head, Yao Feng finally came to his senses, recalling what the old man said just now, and when he was not carried away by the huge surprise, Yao Feng's body instinctively became vigilant.

Yao Feng knew that there was no good thing about pies falling out of the world, let alone saying it from the mouth of this unknown ghost.

As if he understood what Yao Feng was thinking, the old man's slightly flat voice sounded in Yao Feng's ears, "It's not difficult to save you, but are you willing to worship me as a teacher?" There was no trace of determination in the tone of the inquiry that could allow Yao Feng to consider.

didn't have time to savor the sentence that it would not be difficult for him to suffer after saving you, Yao Feng sweetly called out to the teacher after apprenticing to the teacher.

"Ahem!" Yao Feng finally felt the feeling of a thousand mountains pressing down on the top of his body and slowly retreated from his body, coughing weakly twice, and then weakly slumped, and then there were dense beads of sweat rolling out of his back, soaking through his clothes, just now, the endless pressure swept like waves, and the meridians, spiritual power, and even the heart stopped beating. That's what it feels like to die. His pale face was flushed with the weight he had just received, and he turned an unhealthy crimson, and then there was a sudden sound of a strong heartbeat and a heavy pant in the palace.

As for the promise just now, it was a completely unconscious answer. But Yao Feng knew that he was not very resistant in his heart, a waste genius who was about to die, what else was there for him to be greedy for?

A hint of cunning flashed in the old man's slightly drooping eyes, as if everything that happened just now had nothing to do with him, and then showed a very satisfied look with Yao Feng's answer just now, and said to Yao Feng: "You can call me Ye Lao, you want to get rid of bad luck...... Ye Lao's voice paused, looked at Yao Feng and said slowly, "Abolish this body cultivation first!"

"Abolish this body cultivation first!"

Ye Lao's voice sounded like thunder in this huge palace. Ye Lao's voice was not loud, but there was a power that touched the depths of his soul. Yao Feng looked at Ye Lao with a shocked expression, his clear eyes suddenly widened, and he was stunned for a while, at a loss.

In this world, spiritual power is the most relied upon means of all races, even in this remote town, the waste people without spiritual power are inferior to ants. Even Yao Feng, who lives in Yao's family, is no exception.

And this is also the reason why Yao Feng has been struggling for four years. Despite the tragic experience of four years of cultivation without growth, and although he lived in the shadow of death every day, Yao Feng still did not give up on himself, and still had a glimmer of hope for life.

This is why, he struggles every day and doesn't want to be squeezed into a dry corpse, even if Yao Feng's body is now filled with the violent energy of all kinds of spirit beasts, all kinds of impurities that cannot be refined, this ~ time bomb may have exploded when he was not yet twenty years old, but he is still unwilling to give up.

But Yao Feng couldn't see any playfulness in Ye Lao's indifferent demeanor.

If we abolish cultivation, even if we survive for eternity, what is the use? Like the living dead, lying on the lid of my father's coffin every day and chatting and breathing, is it really better than death? In this world where martial arts are respected and strength is spoken, what is the dignity of waste? What dignity does waste have?

As if he understood what Yao Feng was thinking, Ye Lao gave Yao Feng enough time to be shocked. Then after a slight pause, Ye Lao immediately said: "Don't worry, how can my old man Ye's apprentice be a waste!"

As he spoke, a mighty majesty rose in the palace, like a storm rising from the ground on the sea, suddenly swept out, and in an instant, Yao Feng felt that his chest was blocked like a boulder, which was even more rapid than the huge pressure of the mountains just now.

However, this violent power did not leak out in the slightest, and existed in a seemingly calm way in the space of this underground palace, and it was enduring for a long time. At the same time, the coffins suspended around them sank without heavy pressure, like ripples, and the coffins in the palace and the stele sank in turn with Ye Lao as the center, but you can still see some coffins standing still like heavy peaks, which are particularly prominent among all the coffins. Even after thousands of years, their dignity cannot be violated.

And there were also circles of ripples visible to the naked eye in the air, Ye Lao was quietly suspended in the air, his robe moved slightly, and his old body was as inviolable as an emperor who ruled the world.

Looking in the direction of the coffin that was as immovable as a heavy peak just now, Ye Lao sighed softly and bowed his head thoughtfully.

......

"Besides, do you think that this body of yours can withstand this kind of washing a few times? Do you really rely on the flesh and blood of the spirit beast every day to survive?" Ye Lao finished speaking, and then fell silent and looked at Yao Feng quietly. It's up to him to make this decision himself.

After a long time, Yao Feng finally made a decision, took a deep breath, slowly opened his arms, and clenched his fists......

"What's more, the apprentice even accepted the meeting gift of the Demon Tablet, how can there be any reason not to apprentice to the teacher......" Yao Feng spit out this sentence lightly, smiled slightly, but opened his lips exaggeratedly, revealing two rows of bright teeth, looking at Ye Lao meaningfully, and then the sound of the collision of joint hand bones sounded in the palace, resolute and full of strength, and hope!

Ye Lao looked at Yao Feng with a wry smile, it seems that he has still been discovered, this kid has been generalized.

The corners of Ye Lao's mouth rose imperceptibly, although it was the strength he had just shown that prompted Yao Feng to make a decision in the end, but the four years of getting along were enough for him to see through Yao Feng's character and character, and he was teachable.

Ye Lao waited until Yao Feng finally recovered from his weakness and threw him a book of exercises. Yao Feng took the exercise a little weakly, and when he opened it cautiously and hopefully, he didn't forget to say: "Xie Ye Lao"

"Lean ......"

There seemed to be a strange scolding sound in the palace, and Yao Feng's face was a little ruddy, even more ruddy than when he was in his best state, because what he was holding in his hand was his family's cultivation method "Yao Family Nine Vein System". This is the exercise he is familiar with by heart, and it is the exercise he has been practicing before he just abandoned his cultivation.

"What a cut!"

"There will be some in the future, wait until you cultivate to the eight veins first. ”

Speaking of this, Ye Lao's face appeared unusually solemn, and he said slowly: "I will help you solve the problem after the eight veins!"

"It's still that damn eight veins" Yao Feng also sighed in his heart, but it's useless to think about anything now, it's time to think about his own cultivation.

What's more, as the son of the patriarch, he will inherit the position of the patriarch at the age of fifteen, and Yao Feng six years ago must be the undisputed candidate, but since the spiritual power cultivation has stagnated, the other voices in the family have become louder and louder, and Yao Feng, who has lost the cultivation speed of a genius, has long lost that qualification.

But now that the cultivation has been completely wasted, how can we catch up with the original cultivation in a year, and we still have to make a breakthrough again? Moreover, if we can't overcome the threshold of the eight veins, how can we talk about the future? Not to mention that there is still that kind of barrier like a moat on the top of the nine veins realm after that.

Rao is Yao Feng, who has experienced that kind of genius cultivation speed, feels a little powerless, and in the entire Shuanghe Town, there are no more than one hand of people who have taken that step.

On the way of cultivation, with the help of the spiritual power of heaven and earth, condense your own nine veins, use the nine veins as a channel to rely on the torrent of spiritual power to impact the barrier in your body, when you rush out of a door in the barrier, it is the time to step into the secluded realm!

And the secluded mansion is a kind of mysterious existence......

How difficult the cultivation journey is, and the final death of my father is still only in the realm of secluded mansions......

But when Dad finally confronted the thief, Yao Feng still couldn't help but gasp, and the tragic and miserable picture became the motivation for him to keep trying to live. And this is also the reason why Yao Feng wants to fight for the patriarch, which is the family affection that his father is committed to protecting.

What's more, what Dad said before he died - Haibei, what is going on, Yao Feng still needs to find out.

"How did you get in?" said Yao Feng a question that he thought was important.

In this underground palace, only people of the Yao family's bloodline can enter, even if she is Yao Feng's mother, Bai Lian, has no ability to enter. It is related to the safety of the entire Yao family, and Yao Feng does not allow any accidents.

"I'm not human. Ye Lao said lightly, and a touch of imperceptible emotion flashed in Ye Lao's eyes. Yao Feng was silent for a moment and looked up at Ye Lao. met Ye Lao's loving gaze, and everything was in plain sight.....