Night falls.

Above the sky, there are countless stars, small but still emitting a glimmer of light.

Under the bright moonlight, the white walls and clear tiles of the Zhe clan were reflected like a picture scroll of old age, blurred, but reappeared.

No wind, no clouds.

This was a night when I stood by the window and looked at the moon and thought about people.

And that young man, after experiencing that sad thing, has no intention of remembering the moon anymore.

The saddest thing in this world is that you have done the right thing, but you are told that you are wrong, and when you want to refute it, you find that you can't, you have nothing to do.

The boy sat at the table and watched the candle flame motionless for a long time.

A man suddenly appeared in the boy's mind.

If you had to choose again, would you still do the same?

Who are you disappointed in?

The young man is sorrowful, the newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger's sorrow, he doesn't want to be imperceptible to the world, he needs to become stronger, he can only become stronger, otherwise, he can only go with the flow and be the person he doesn't want to do!

The candle flame flickered a little.

The young man stood up, staring fiercely at the bright moon outside the window, he shook his head, left all the distracting thoughts in his mind behind, raised his right hand suddenly, pointed at the bright moon and shouted: "My sorrowful life, by me!"

The boy closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.

"The Spirit of the Wind, Accompany Me for a Long Time......"

Just watch out for the mantra, the candle flame that swayed from side to side could no longer hold on, a trace of fire attached to the wick, and finally a wisp of white smoke rose, and was blown away by the wind in an instant.

Inside the house, there were shadows of windows on the ground, and the silver-white moonlight shone through the windows on the ground like frost.

Wisps of wind attribute slowly flowed from all sides, and finally converged in front of the young man, which was a cloud of turquoise wind attribute energy.

......

Little by little, time passed.

Between the sweat flowing, there are always a few drops that will get into the closed eyes, which are particularly spicy.

That clump of blue-green energy turned white as Ziyang fell, and only in this way could the pure energy be absorbed into the mouth, and then guided into the blood veins and flowed to the wind spirit in the dantian.

There are only three groups of wind spirits in the Sorrowful Dantian, and they are only the most ordinary white ranks, if you want to break through to the green level, you need to condense seven more groups!

Only by reaching the Ten Regiments of Wind Spirits can you cross the 'Wind Tribulation' and break through to the next level.

And the Wind Spirit of the Green Rank, compared with the White Rank, can increase its speed by no less than two grades, and it also has a qualitative leap in its attack power.

"Whew~"

The boy let out a long breath, pinched his cuffs and wiped the sweat on his forehead, his legs were numb, and the boy separated his legs with his hands in one breath.

"Hiss......"

"It's so uncomfortable to have a numb leg!" muttered the boy, pounding his calf with his hand.

After about three minutes, his legs felt weight, and holding on to the seat next to him, the boy stood up tremblingly and walked towards the bed......

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Dead.

One of the rooms of the Zhe clan was brightly lit, and there was a small sound of conversation in the room

"Fold it, you... I can't bear to watch Chou'er suffer such grievances?" Qingrou said with a twitch, her heart was extremely painful.

He didn't answer, but his palm suddenly clenched into a fist, "squeaked", and then released his fist, sighed and said: "I was the same as him when I was young, and I was also jealous and hateful, but I was not as bold as him...... Very unsuccessful!"

When Qingrou heard this, she hurriedly covered her folded mouth with her left hand, took out a handkerchief with her right hand, and wiped his moist eyes for him.

"It's okay, we still have such an excellent son, and he can be so responsible at a young age, which shows that his father has cultivated him well. Qingrou said softly.

It was a gentleness that needed to be comforted, but at this moment, it comforted this big man.

When a man weeps, how many people know the pain in it?

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Lying on the bed with sorrow, after a day of twists and turns, and the concentration of cultivation just now, he didn't feel sleepy at all, his eyes were dull and he looked at the beams of the house, he didn't think about anything, even if he thought about it, it was useless.

After a long time, he rubbed his dry and itchy eyes, turned his body, and covered his eyes with a thin quilt.

Everything is afraid of silence.

Those who can't sleep eventually fall asleep.

......

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East.

The white sky of the fish belly decorates the mountains in the faint eye.

The darkness before dawn was also strangled in silence by this whiteness.

The eyebrows that were not very sad wrinkled, narrowed his eyes slightly, dragged up his still somewhat heavy body, and sighed, "Clan punishment ......"

Clan punishment is a punishment that has existed so far, also called wind punishment, different from the wind tribulation when breaking through, the wind tribulation is the wind in the dantian all the spirits burst out, sharp and sharp, stab, cut on the body, a total of half an hour.

Wind punishment is carried out by the 'wind torture platform', which can often be very long or very short, and is controlled by man.

Zhi Sorrow looked at the mountains under the sky gradually becoming clearer, clenched his fists, and walked towards the cultivation room, in fact, you can practice the heart method anywhere, but the cultivation room is faster.

I want to finish today's cultivation while it is still early, because of the wind punishment at ten o'clock, I may not be able to cultivate for a few days.

With heavy steps, looking at the empty streets, I couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

When he was about to walk to the door of the cultivation room, he found a figure standing at the door, and after a breath of sorrow, he found a corner next to him and hid, and he gradually saw the appearance of that person clearly by the dark light reflected on the wall.

"Why is she here?" asked in his heart, and of course no one answered him.

After a pause, he walked out of the corner.

And the person at the door of the cultivation room, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he found the sorrow that was coming to him, and he couldn't help but greet him anxiously.

"Old sorrowful ......" stopped talking about his grievances, his expression was a little flustered, his little hand pulled the sleeves of his sorrowful clothes, and he was interrupted just as he wanted to continue.

"Qing Grievance, why are you here?"

Since he was a child, he often came to the fold clan to play, and of course he knew that when he was unhappy, he would come to this cultivation room to sweat.

Looking at the ruddy girl in front of her, she touched her cheek with pity, the girl is no longer the childish heel of the year, the cute appearance when she was a child gradually became exquisite, and her smile was particularly moving.

"Sorrow...... I heard from the master that the wind torture was very painful and unbearable...... Shall we not go?" Qing Ren whispered, the hand pulling the cuff of the sorrow was slightly forced, and he didn't use the bold name, and there was a pool of tears in his ruddy eyes dodging.

Fold Chou squeezed Qing's resentful little hand, did not speak, but put her hand on her chest, wiped away the tears on her face with her right hand, gave her a smile, and walked sideways into the cultivation room.

No matter what, at least I understand that improving my strength is more important than anything else!

What about wind punishment!

What you have to endure today is what the soul clan will have to endure in the future!