Chapter 4: The Mysterious Sarcophagus.

may be because many people went to the door to see the excitement, so Du Shaofu didn't meet anyone along the way in Du's house, and went back to the courtyard where he lived directly.

In fact, Du Shaofu usually met the people of the Du family, even the servants and guards, and they would not pay attention to Du Shaofu, the young master of the Du family.

Although it is transparent, the place where Du Shaofu lives is not bad, an extremely wide courtyard, and there are not many such wide courtyards in the entire Du family, only a few respected Du family members are qualified to live.

If it weren't for his father, who was the third brother of the current head of the Du family, I am afraid that he would not have this treatment over the years, just with the four words of the foolish young master on his head, this courtyard would not have been his turn to live at all.

When Du Shaofu arrived in the courtyard, on a rattan chair with a backrest, a familiar drunk man was sleeping drunk, holding a gourd wine jug in his arms and reluctant to let go.

"Dad, why are you drunk here again. ”

Du Shaofu walked over and looked at the drunk man whose face was covered by his loose hair, and a distressed look welled up in his clear eyes.

In the past 16 years, Du Shaofu's most memory of his father Du Tingxuan is that his father often held a wine jug in the courtyard and looked at the sky, the wine was smoking, and then he fell asleep drunk.

"Shaofu, are you back, are you hungry, go to the kitchen and find something to eat. ”

Du Tingxuan woke up vaguely, raised his hand and rubbed his confused eyes, sat up from the rattan chair, and there was a smell of wine in his mouth when he spoke, he was taller than Du Shaofu, but he was just as thin, and he could faintly see it from under the scattered hair, if it wasn't for the smell of wine, I am afraid that the face was also extremely heroic.

"Dad, I'm not hungry, I'll help you go to your room to rest. ”

Du Shaofu stepped forward to help his father, but was blocked by Du Tingxuan, who stood up, shook the wine jug in his hand, and said with a smile: "No, there is no wine again, I'll go out and buy some wine." ”

When the words fell, Du Tingxuan dragged his drunken body and staggered out of the courtyard gate, leaving Du Shaofu standing quietly in the courtyard alone.

For as long as he can remember, Du Shaofu has remembered that the wine jug is something that his father never leaves his hand, and his mother is completely strange and has no memory for Du Shaofu.

After standing quietly for a while, Du Shaofu took a sip of water in the hall and went back to his room directly.

In the room, Du Shaofu sat cross-legged, his handprints condensed, and a stream of mysterious qi suddenly gushed out around his body, and in his palm, it was even more as if there was a secret pattern of the talisman that was about to erupt out, and he muttered softly: "This mysterious style is really not weak, but fortunately, it was only used a little." ”

There was a slight smile in his clear eyebrows, Du Shaofu had just used in the ring what he had comprehended from the ancient stone tablet in the past ten years, but he only used a little force, so he was more and more shocked by the mysterious style.

Only Du Shaofu himself knows best, the mysterious style in the stele can not only restore his martial arts, but also cultivate the Xuan Qi, and more importantly, although this is only a form, it is all-encompassing, endlessly changing, wonderful, and very domineering.

It's just that now Du Shaofu has also encountered a rather embarrassing situation, there is no Xuan Qi in his body, but he does not have any cultivation realm.

Although that style can repair the martial veins and allow the body to cultivate Xuan Qi, that style is not a practice after all, and it cannot allow him to have a cultivation realm.

In other words, Du Shaofu now has no Xuan Qi in his body, but strictly speaking, he is not even a first-level acquired martial artist.

The realm of martial arts cultivators in this world is divided into acquired martial artists, innate martial artists, and only when they enter the innate level can they be regarded as a real martial artist, but the vast majority of people may stay at the acquired level in their lives and cannot set foot in the innate level, which shows that even if they can cultivate, the innate level is not something that any person can set foot in.

Although he has not been able to cultivate, but he was born in a martial arts family, and he has not wasted time over the years, Du Shaofu is also relatively clear about his current situation, the level of the acquired martial artist is divided into nine levels, but the mysterious qi in his body, coupled with the mysterious mysteries, I am afraid that there is no problem in facing the eightfold and ninefold levels of the acquired level.

"The martial veins have recovered a little, since they have been able to cultivate, tomorrow we should go to the Tibetan Martial Arts Building to find a set of exercises to cultivate. ”

Du Shaofu pondered in his heart, the move after the mysterious formula could not be known, and he had no way to cultivate, so at present, he could only practice a set of exercises first, so that the realm could be improved.

There is no realm, the mysterious style can have that power, once the realm is raised, the mysterious style will definitely become more and more powerful, which makes Du Shaofu look forward to it very much.

"Continue to comprehend the mystery. ”

After making a decision in his heart, there was nothing to do every day anyway, Du Shaofu's handprint condensed, his eyes closed slightly, and he began to enter a state of comprehension.

Although he has achieved a small understanding of the first type hidden in the ancient stone tablet in ten years, Du Shaofu also knows that he has only achieved a small understanding of the mysterious style, and has not yet comprehended the perfect level.

Ten years ago, he was born in a wasted vein, and he could no longer achieve anything on the road of martial arts, which made Du Shaofu unacceptable from the bottom of his heart, and rushed out of the Du family in the storm to the stone monument to vent.

Who knew that a thunderbolt slashed on the stele, and the stele was fine, but the thunder that fell on the stele was a stele, and the stele steleed on Du Shaofu's body like a transfer.

Three days later, Du Shaofu woke up, and in the three days of being in a coma, he actually entered a wonderful state of comprehension, and the thunder slashed, and a mysterious talisman in the ancient stone tablet accompanied by thunder also appeared in his mind.

At first, Du Shaofu didn't know what those mysterious talisman secret patterns were, but in that wonderful state, Du Shaofu felt as if he had opened his mind, and finally learned that it was a powerful move, and that mysterious move was actually specially prepared for the waste vein.

The martial vein is divided into one to nine grades, one grade is the lowest, nine grades are the highest, the higher the level of the martial vein, the greater the achievement on the way to cultivating martial arts, which is the unchanging law in this world for countless years, and it is also an unchanging fact.

The martial arts veins that Du Shaofu tested are waste veins, and the waste martial veins without grade can be said to be unable to achieve anything on the way to martial arts.

That mysterious move made Du Shaofu see hope from the trough, and realized that that move was actually able to repair the martial vein, and it could allow those who abolished the martial vein to cultivate.

Du Shaofu went to the stele again, and the cracks on the stele were no longer simple cracks in Du Shaofu's eyes, but secret patterns related to the human body.

The full cracks, like the dense meridians in the human body, are extremely profound and wonderful, and finally they can comprehend and cultivate into that mysterious form.

Du Shaofu was immersed in that kind of realization, like a fish entering the sea, boundless, unable to find an exit.

After ten years, Du Shaofu finally comprehended the mysterious style, and also learned from the comprehension that this mysterious style should not only be so, but there should be a second style and a third style, but in the ancient stone tablet before the Du family, there is only the first style.

In the room, with the comprehension, Du Shaofu gradually entered a state of self-forgetfulness..................

In the early morning, when everything was silent, a glimmer of light on the eastern horizon carefully soaked the light blue sky, and the first rays of sunlight pierced the pre-dawn darkness, crossed the mountains, crossed the ocean, and finally shrouded the stone city.

Du Shaofu also came to his senses, and when he opened his eyes, it was pitch black in front of him, but his whole body was extremely brisk, as if he had been washed and cut down, and he couldn't say how comfortable it was.

"Click!"

As if he had already gotten used to it, Du Shaofu stretched out his hand and pushed it up, and a clattering sound of stone slabs rubbing came out, and then a stone cover slid open, Du Shaofu stood up, and appeared in a sarcophagus at this moment.