It's raining.

The autumn rain was like smoke and mist, silently falling on the rubble of the town, on the dead branches and leaves, wetting the ground, the house, the trees, and the heart.

Mu Zitian stood on the streets of the town and watched the light rain scattered and scattered, intermittently, fluttering, and his heart was filled with a faint sadness, and he had lived in the town for decades and left a lot of good memories. The old lady who bought breakfast in the town looked at the little ghost who always likes to eat and don't give money on weekdays, carrying her bags, as if she was going to go far away, so she came to ask, and learned that the little ghost was leaving the town, and the return date was not scheduled, full of joy and at the same time there was a trace of reluctance, and then I don't know what happened, the men, women and children in the town, suddenly learned the news, so the crowd in the town came from all directions, a few minutes, the little ghost was surrounded by a group, this lady pinched her face, the uncle brushed the top of her head, mother, who took the opportunity to touch my buttocks, Mu Zitian turned around, and saw the more than 180 catties of Sun Blacksmith's house next door who had long coveted himself, The silly girl with a dark body reluctantly threw her eyes at herself, and everyone laughed when they saw this scene. The young man hurriedly slipped away, pushing left and right to crawl out of the crowd, and the sentimental atmosphere was diluted a lot.

"Old and young masters, today I and my sister Xin'er say goodbye, more of your more than ten years of care, little ghost I keep in mind, treat me and I mix up, I will never let the town be humiliated, the young man clenched his fists with both hands, and he was arrogant," you will be proud of Mu Zitian's name in the future. As soon as the words fell, the young man waved his hand and turned to leave, Du Xin'er bent down to the crowd and followed quickly.

The people of the town looked at the young man who was drifting away, and they were full of thoughts, and this little ghost who made people gnash their teeth suddenly left, making the residents of the town lose a little vitality, and the swarthy stupid girl cried with tears in her eyes. "Hey, I said, old princess, what did the little ghost just say? Who is Mu Zitian? The old princess cleaned up the stall without raising her head, "It doesn't matter who he is, does it have anything to do with us?"

Mu Zitian, who had never been out of the town, seemed a little excited, looking east and west along the way, the boy was still young after all, and all the recent sorrows were left behind, imagining the prosperous world outside, and he was in high spirits all the way. Following behind Du Xin'er, he gradually felt that something was wrong, so he didn't take the official road, but walked towards the secluded path, Mu Zitian asked: Sister Xin'er, where are we going?

Du Xin'er didn't look back: the Optimus Mountain Range.

Mu Zitian was suddenly a little deflated: Ah, what are we doing there?

Du Xin'er frowned: Aren't you going to practice? What so much nonsense, hurry up and keep up, see that peak, today's task is to climb to the top.

"And then?"

Du Xin'er looked at Mu Zili and was heartbroken, "Idiot, come down... ”

So, the idiot Mu Zili looked at the towering Qingtian Mountain Range, and the idiot shouted: Qingtian Mountain Range, master, I'm here. So, the idiot rushed forward.

At night, in a quiet valley at the foot of the mountain, a mountain stream flows slowly, and in a cave next to it, a huge piece of unknown creature's fur is spread on the ground, and the boy lies on a soft blanket, looking tired. At this time, Du Xin'er held a bowl of herbs, slowly sat down next to the young man, helped him up, and carefully fed him to drink, "Xiaotian, since you have chosen this path, then the suffering has just begun, if you are willing to be mediocre, no one will say anything about you, and I will always guard you."

After Mu Zitian drank the medicine, he felt that the exhaustion on his body was swept away, as if the strength in his body had increased a lot, "Sister, don't say it, since I have chosen something, I will definitely stick to it, you tell me what kind of cultivation method it is."

Du Xin'er put the medicine bowl aside, and said: Cultivation is a bargaining chip for people who want to explore the unknown. The position and angle of the station are different, and the perception of things is also different. The ultimate goal is to enhance your understanding of the world, to improve your fit with the world, and to improve your essential method. For human beings, they are born, and the fit for this world is different, there are high and low, and those who are high can clearly feel the existence and the aura of heaven and earth in the air, and practice is to learn how to communicate with the world, to use the aura of heaven and earth for their own use, the higher the fit, the higher the aura of heaven and earth is felt, and the cultivation is also twice the result with half the effort. On the other hand, if a person is low, and he can't even feel the aura of heaven and earth, it means that he can't practice. This kind of cultivation that can cultivate the aura of heaven and earth, this kind of cultivation method, is called cultivating the heavens. For such a chosen person, it is called the spirit one.

Looking at Mu Zitian's attention, Du Xin'er said in a tone, "However, in this world, to be able to be called a spirit requires extremely high talent and the favor of God, so there are very few people, and there is no way for the sky to be endless, so after several generations of exploration, people have opened up a path, because everything in the world has spirituality, whether it is a flower or a tree, a grass or a stone, gold, wood, water and fire, all things in nature, and the fit with the world is a little higher than that of ordinary human beings." So people use external objects to indirectly direct the aura of heaven and earth. This method of cultivation is called cultivation. This kind of person is generally called a charmer. The talisman does not need to communicate directly with the aura of heaven and earth, but it also depends on the direct contact and communication with the talisman. Relatively speaking, the threshold for the rune is lower than that for the spirit.

Mu Zitian listened to the dizzy fascination, especially to become a spirit, mother, that is the chosen son, like this young master is talented and intelligent, a talent, at first glance, it is God's own son, the son of the chosen one, this high-end and high-grade title, who else can I be!

Du Xin'er watched the young man immersed in his own fantasies, with an intoxicated look, and couldn't help but be a little funny, waited for a while, saw that the young man came to his senses, and continued to speak: Spirits and talismans both need qualifications, which are things that they can't decide, but most of the people in the world are still ordinary people, they have determination and perseverance, but because of the problem of qualifications, they are blocked out of the door of cultivation, they can't cultivate the heavens, they can't cultivate things, so they cultivate themselves, practice their muscles and bones, use means, forcibly absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and temper themselves, this kind of cultivation is called self-cultivation。 This kind of person is called a warrior.

When Mu Zitian heard this, he couldn't wait, "Sister Xin'er, don't say it, let's hurry up and cultivate, I want to become a spirit."

Du Xin'er shook her head: This is not something you can decide. It depends on your own talent.

"Then take a look,,,,,,"

Du Xin'er shook her head again: The chosen son, I can't see it, it has to be tested by an instrument.

"Then let's see if I can become a talisman. "The boy chose to settle for the next best, and the Fu man sounded good.

Du Xin'er then shook her head: The talisman also has to be tested by the instrument, I can't see it.

"Then you still lie to me and say that I am talented and intelligent,,, the young man is very disappointed, listlessly pulling the feathers on the beast blanket, suddenly he remembered a possibility, a little dumbfounded: Sister Xin'er, should you say...

Du Xin'er nodded firmly, "Yes, you have the talent to become a martial artist. ‘’

Mu Zitian was a little crazy, "There is no threshold to become a martial artist,,,,,,

When Du Xin'er heard this, she couldn't refute it, it seemed that this was indeed the truth.

Seeing that the young man's emotions were a little out of control, Du Xin'er hurriedly comforted: It's not that you can't become a spirit, it's just that I can't see it, and the spirit, the charmer, can only show their talent after the age of eighteen, why are you in a hurry, besides, what's wrong with the martial artist, I am a martial artist.

When Mu Zitian heard this, he was very surprised, "Sister Xin'er, are you a martial artist?"

Du Xin'er was very indifferent: Yes, what's wrong with the martial artist, in the later stage of cultivation, the martial artist is not weaker than the spirit and the talisman. The person who uses a sword in Lin Haicheng, who claims to be the best in the world, is also a martial artist, and his talent is important in his cultivation, but the acquired effort is the most important part of becoming a strong man.

I heard that the first person in the world who walked out of the Qingtian Mountain Range was also a martial artist. Mu Zili suddenly felt that it was not so difficult to accept becoming a martial artist. And that day, I saw Sister Xin'er make a move, and it seemed that the martial artist was also very powerful...

"Okay, let's talk about this today, you have a good rest first, and tomorrow you will start to officially practice martial arts.

"Well, then I'm going to sleep with you in my arms tonight。。。。。。 “

Xin'er wanted to turn around and leave, but when she heard this, she smiled and captivated the country.