Early in the morning, the Optimus Mountains. Before dawn, Mu Zitian had already started formal training.

"The most important thing for a martial artist is his body, only when the foundation is solid, can you make better use of the exercises and absorb the aura of heaven and earth to consolidate your body. Don't think about learning powerful exercises to ascend to the heavens in one step. Self-cultivators, only by enduring loneliness and taking one step at a time can they go further, so in the near future, you have to fade the squeamishness on your body. Du Xin'er sat cross-legged on a boulder in a mountain stream, watching the young man stride on his horse, his face flushed and resisting the tremors all over his body, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. Nodding with satisfaction, he continued: Your foundation is very poor, so you will definitely suffer a lot at the beginning, but you have to persevere, and you will end up with bitterness.

The young man persevered, but suddenly his eyes went black and he fell.

When she woke up, Du Xin'er brought another bowl of herbs, I don't know where they were picked, fed Mu Zitian and drank them, the boy rested for a while, felt that his physical strength had recovered a lot, and continued to train.

Thousands of miles away from the Qingtian Mountain Range, there is a towering ancient city, the city wall is tens of meters high, the base is 18 meters wide, the top is 12 meters wide, there are 99 platforms around the city to watch the enemy, there are climbing horse roads all around, the city wall has four city gates in the east, west, south and north, and the moat is outside. This city is Yanjing City, the capital of the Han Dynasty. In the center of Yanjing, there is a majestic palace group, the royal family of the Han Dynasty lives here, deep in the palace, in one side of the hall, the current saint Zhao Wen looked at the daughter hiding behind his beloved wife, and wanted to educate him, but when he saw his wife's gaze, his heart softened, and he slowly spoke: Xuan'er, my father knows that you don't agree to the marriage, but as a princess of the Han Dynasty, you have to consider the country, Xue Lao Mountain is one of the seven major forces, although my Han Dynasty is not afraid, but the son of the Xue Lao Mountain Lord, I am devoted to you, if I can marry with it, then my Han Dynasty will be more prosperous。 Although Zhao Xuan, who is dressed as a daughter, is only fifteen years old, she has already become a beauty, especially her snow-like skin, which makes people feel pity. When Zhao Xuan heard this, she burst into tears, and when the queen saw this, her beautiful eyes were stunned, and Zhao Wen, who had always been a little afraid, had to change her words: Of course, when you are eighteen years old, if you have the cultivation qualifications and enter the Heavenly Courtyard of my Han pilgrimage, then your father will no longer persecute you. Zhao Xuan's gloomy eyes suddenly had a brilliance: Father, you have to talk about it. Seeing Zhao Wen nodding, the little girl's mood suddenly relaxed a lot, and she followed the queen mother and jumped away.

Watching his wife and daughter leave, Zhao Wen, the lord of the Han Dynasty, softened his eyebrows and slowly spoke to the empty hall: Yu Lao, what is the origin of that woman in the Qingtian Mountain Range?

In the originally empty hall, a figure gradually appeared, and the white-haired old man known as Yu Lao nodded to Zhao Wen: Look at her that day, she should be a martial artist, but she is so young and has cultivated to a deep martial artist, in recent years, I haven't heard rumors about her. I think that if it weren't for the chance in the Qingtian Mountain Range, it would be a person from several holy places.

Zhao Wen couldn't deny it, pondered for a while, and said: Since she has no killing intent towards Xuan'er, then don't care about her, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, but that young boy, I don't know what the origin is, there is such a person around to protect her.

Yu Lao didn't answer, and seeing that Zhao Wen didn't ask anymore, his figure gradually disappeared again, as if he had never appeared.

The emperor of the Zhao family sat above, with thousands of thoughts in his head, the Han Dynasty as the seven major forces, for marriage, but did not seem very urgent, if he did not want to, then Xue Laoshan did not dare to have the slightest sense of persecution, however, he did have other thoughts in his heart, the Han Dynasty since the founding of the country, only three generations, when followed by his grandfather to conquer the territory of a group of generals, have been added to the rank of knight, the Zhao family has not yet completely sat down, especially the Dingguo Marquis Li Jing made great achievements in the year, stationed in the northwest of the empire for many years, many years of operation, protégés all over the court, the northwest has long been a monolith。 Although Li Jing was sincere to the emperor, he did not have much respect for himself, and Zhao Wen had a thorn in his heart. When Zhao Xuan was just born, he married Li Jing's son who was born in the same year, so that the only bloodline of the Li family became the concubine of the Zhao family, which also made Zhao Wen feel at ease, but who knew that three years later, the youngest son of the Li family disappeared mysteriously. The year before last, Xue Laoshan was invited to come to the imperial capital, and the son of the mountain owner was shocked to hear about the heavens when he first saw Zhao Xuan, and he wanted to hug the beauty. When the mountain lord heard that the princess had already had a marriage contract, and that she was also the daughter-in-law of the unreasonable northwest barbarian Li Jing, he suppressed it. But the matter reached Li Jing's ears, so an order was given, 100,000 heavy armored cavalry mighty, south to Xuelao Mountain, the emperor issued six urgent orders, Li Jing ignored it, and finally had to be forced to come, the heavenly courtyard came, only to stop Li Jing, to avoid a life disaster, but from then on, Xue Laoshan and Li Jing are like fire and water, the son of heaven Zhao Wen is happy to see this situation, if Zhao Xuan and Xue Laoshan marry, then Li Jing will definitely not sit idly by, this kind of situation of sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, Zhao Wen can't ask for it.

Qingtian Mountain Range, a waterfall at the foot of the mountain, a figure emerged from the bottom of the pool, shook his head, the young man took a deep breath, hit his scalp, rushed to the waterfall, took a horse step, let the waterfall wash, not much time, the young man's body was soft, was washed into the deep pool, after a while, the figure appeared, the young man gritted his teeth, and rushed towards the waterfall.

This figure is Mu Zitian, a few months, the young man's body is a lot stronger, a long time of wind and sun, so that his fair skin honed into a bronze, every day, the boy in Du Xin'er arranged the training, tired exhausted, fortunately here at the foot of the Qingtian Mountain Range, the mountain is rare and exotic, everything, every time the boy is exhausted, Du Xin'er will serve a bowl of his own boiled decoction, and the food he eats is full of game in the mountains, which is very beneficial to the body's absorption. So that Mu Zitian was able to persevere under the heavy physical training, after resting at night, the young man followed Du Xin'er to learn the attack skills of a martial artist, and when he killed a beast covered in blood, Du Xin'er, who was secretly observing on the side, looked at the calm revealed in the young man's narrow eyes, and smiled with relief.

The days flew by day by day, and during this time, Mu Zitian advanced by leaps and bounds, at least the beasts like the Qingtian Mountain Range, it was difficult to pose a threat to the young man. In the mountain stream, Du Xin'er was boiling herbs, the young man dragged a dead lion and threw it at the entrance of the cave, and walked in, Du Xin'er saw the young man coming back, hurriedly stepped forward, handed over a towel, wiped it clean, the young man sat on the beast blanket, rubbed his numb calves and said: Sister Xin'er, why are you still boiling medicine, haven't you drunk it all today?

Du Xin'er walked to his side and sat down, caressing the young man's back: Sister has something to do recently, I want to leave, you have made great progress recently, as long as you don't enter the inner perimeter of the Qingtian Mountain Range, there will be no danger to your life, and when my sister comes back, I will pass on your martial arts skills, okay?

When the young man heard that Sister Xin'er was going to leave for a while, he was very reluctant, but when he heard that he could practice the exercises, he was a little excited.

In the evening, Mu Zitian, who had finished dinner, lay in Du Xin'er's arms, his hands tightly wrapped around the latter's slender waist, smelling the fragrance of Xin'er's body, and the fatigue of the day of cultivation suddenly disappeared, since the age of three, Mu Zitian has been raised by Du Xin'er, as they grew older, the two did not feel that this was wrong, adjusted a comfortable sleeping position, Mu Zitian buried in the soft place of Sister Xin'er, and gradually fell asleep.