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In the early morning of summer, the fog is filled, this is the coolest time of the day, the fog dissipates quickly, and the white fog that envelops the earth quickly recedes like a tide, and then dissipates in a blink of an eye, revealing the original appearance of the earth.

Green mountains and green trees, the whole land is covered like a green ocean, there is a lake in the depths of the woods, the water of the lake is very blue and blue, like a huge sapphire, the breeze blows, and layers of ripples appear on the surface of the lake, breaking the original tranquility.

"Drop"

A crisp sound like water broke the originally quiet atmosphere. The green silk is like water, there are ripples on the surface of the lake, and it is a long green bamboo pole that looks along the green silk, and then looks at an old man wearing a robe and a bowled straw hat on his head, and the old man's beard is very long, hanging down to his chest. The marks left by the years covered his cheeks, and his eyes were closed, like an old monk, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

The old man in the old clothes held the green bamboo pole with both hands, and there was a young man sitting next to the old man, with slightly messy hair, which set off the delicate facial features, and his eyes were staring at the water, as if waiting for the fish to take the bait, and on the delicate and immature face, there was a trace of impatience and anxiety.

The young man's eyes stared at the green bamboo pole in the old man's hand, and looked down along the silk thread, and he could clearly see that there was nothing at the end of the line, no hook or bait, the young man looked at it, his brows were also slightly wrinkled, and his face showed a questioning expression.

The young man turned his head to look at the old man beside him, the old man still closed his eyes tightly, motionless, and the young man scratched his head helplessly.

"Grandpa, can you catch a fish without a hook, I'm already starving to death!" the boy touched his stomach with a sad face, and his stomach gurgled and gurgled.

The wind stopped, the lake gradually calmed down, and the surface of the lake returned to a mirror-like surface, the water was very clear, but there was no bottom to be seen, and when you looked down from the shore, you could only see the deep and dark water, and I don't know how deep the lake was.

"It's strange how a fish can't see a single fish in such a big lake. The boy looked into the lake, curiously looking east and west, he looked around everywhere, but he could not see the shadow of a fish, and then looked at his grandfather's fishing rod without hooks and bait, and his stomach barked even more.

"Yuan'er, there are some things that the eye sees are not necessarily real, and only by feeling it with your heart can you see through its essence. The old man opened his eyes and stared at the lake, looking down on his territory like a falcon.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the green bamboo pole in his hand suddenly trembled violently.

"Hooked!"

With a slight wave of the old man's arm, a big fish was immediately pulled out of the lake, stirring up a wave of wind and waves, the big fish was two meters long, and its swarthy back was different.

At this time, looking at the lake again, there was a panic and restlessness, and then I could see the pebbles at the bottom of the lake.

The young man was stunned, and his eyes were filled with adoration when he looked at the old man again.

"Grandpa, let's roast it, I'm going to starve. The young man touched his deflated belly and looked at the old man pitifully.

But the old man did not pay attention to the young man, but with a slight wave of his sleeve robe, he sent the big fish on the shore back to the lake, and the young man was stunned when he saw this scene.

"Hey, grandpa, why are you lak, aren't you faint from hunger, why did you release the fish" The boy jumped up suddenly, he hadn't eaten for two days, and the big fish that he had finally caught was actually released back into the lake by his grandfather, and he felt a little hungry again.

"Xingyuan, this fish is not for us to eat, there is some dry food here, let's eat some of it! we will be back to the tribe in a few hours." The old man saw the young man smile slightly, and a bag of dry food appeared in his hand, and handed it to Xingyuan, who was jumping up hungry at this time.

Xing Yuan snatched the dry food from the old man's hand and devoured it.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you of ......"

The two then entered the forest, and the lake returned to calm, and the bottom of the lake was once again a dark color, and if you looked closely, you could see that it was a huge black fish, crowded at the bottom of the lake.

............

The green bamboo house is built against the mountain, and a circle of large trees separates the bamboo house from the mountain forest, forming a natural wall. Within this wall, there is the only medium-sized tribe within a radius of a hundred miles, the Yunling Tribe.

"Wow! I'm finally home. Xingyuan looked at the tribe in front of him and jumped up happily.

When the guard saw the two of them, he hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted.

"Kun no Patriarch!"

Kun Wuzi stopped, stroked his long beard, and nodded to the two of them.

Xingyuan had already run into the clan, Kun Wuzi shook his head helplessly, but his eyes were full of love. Every month, he would take Xingyuan out to practice, and the length of each experience was different, but every time he came back to Xingyuan, he was already used to his actions.

Kun Wuzi took off the bowled straw hat on his head, waved his robe, and suddenly changed into a robe on his body, and walked slowly towards the interior of the tribe with his hands behind his back.

Tribal kitchen.

"Uncle Pang, Uncle Pang, if you have anything to eat, I'm about to let the old man starve to death!" Xing Yuan rushed into the kitchen as soon as he returned to the clan, his eyes scanning everywhere, opening the lid of the pot and looking for food, like a hungry wolf.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked out of the kitchen, looking at Xingyuan with a wry smile and shaking his head, Xingyuan's hair was messy and his body was dirty, but the middle-aged man seemed to have been used to it, and led Xingyuan to a room, there was a large table in the middle of the room, which was already full of delicious food at this time, and it seemed that it was specially prepared for Xingyuan.

"Wow, thank you Uncle Pang, Uncle Pang still loves me the most!" Xingyuan saw a table of delicacies, and felt that he was the happiest person in the world at this time, jumped up and hugged the middle-aged man, and kissed the middle-aged man on the face, making the middle-aged man salivate, but the middle-aged man had no intention of dodging.

"Stinky boy, I'm sure you'll come back today, let's eat!" Pang Ding looked at Xingyuan with a smile, Xingyuan nodded and took a big gulp.

After a while, all the food on the table was swept away by Xingyuan, and his stomach swelled like a hill, Xingyuan patted his belly and smiled with satisfaction.

Xing Yuan held his belly and said hello to Uncle Pang Ding and walked outside the house, just walked out of the door Xing Yuan's appearance attracted everyone's laughter, but Xing Yuan didn't think so, and walked slowly towards his room.

The clansmen all greeted Xing Yuan with their fists, their eyes were full of awe, but behind that awe, there was a trace of indecisiveness and jealousy, Xing Yuan kept walking, just nodded slightly, a group of pretentious guys were just not worth their own greetings.

"Hahahaha, look at his belly, this is simply a humanoid rice bucket, it can hold so much food. ”

"Fifteen-year-old hasn't been able to enlighten yet, what's the spirit, isn't it just relying on himself to be the grandson of the patriarch. ”

"But it's not, I heard that he has failed three times in a row, and I don't think he will be able to enlighten in this life. ”

"The patriarch is really eccentric, so concerned about a waste, if the patriarch could treat me like this, I am afraid that I would have become the first person of the younger generation a long time ago. If it weren't for the grandson of the patriarch, I am afraid that he would have been reduced to the labor of the tribe long ago. ”

Some of those laughter were due to his funny appearance, and some of them were cold ridicule and jealousy, in their eyes, Xingyuan was just a waste of resources and a lucky idiot.

Xing Yuan listened to their mocking words becoming more and more unpleasant, turned around sharply, and looked angrily at the many people who were laughing at him, his eyes were full of anger, and his deep eyes exuded an astonishing anger.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shut up and didn't speak, after all, he was the grandson of the patriarch, and he couldn't be too presumptuous.

Xingyuan was uncomfortable with these hypocritical people, but he had long been used to it, and he laughed at himself. With a slap on his swollen stomach, his body shook suddenly, and a mouthful of white gas came out of his mouth, and his stomach suddenly flattened, and these foods were digested by Xingyuan in an instant.

This scene made the people around them stunned when they saw it, and it was the first time they had seen it in an instant, this was actually not a magical power, it was just a small method taught to Xingyuan by Kun Wuzi this time, compressing the food energy with a special method, so as to achieve such an effect, but in the eyes of ordinary people, this is a difficult thing to do.

The Demon Spirit Ceremony, only medium-sized tribes are qualified to hold it, only the successful demon enlightenment clansmen can step into the cultivation path, but only a small number of clansmen can really enlighten the demons, the earlier the age of the general demon enlightenment, the higher the qualifications, those geniuses of the big tribes can usually be demon enlightenment at the age of one or two, and they have entered the cultivation since childhood, and a genius like the natural demon enlightenment must be the sun when they grow up.

And now that Xing Yuan is fifteen years old, he still hasn't been able to demonize, which has also become a joke in the clan and has been ridiculed all the time.

Xing Yuan's face sank, his fists clenched slightly, and his pace quickened, he hated the faces of these people, but he had to admit that he had no strength, he could only be ridiculed by everyone, although he could hide under the protection of his grandfather, and he could live more comfortably than most people without demon qi, but he didn't want to, this monthly trial was what he asked his grandfather, he couldn't demon qi, he already knew it when he was twelve years old.

Xing Yuan has tried many methods, but he has never succeeded, but Kun Wuzi has never given up, and has been comforting Xing Yuan, telling Xing Yuan not to be impatient, but how can Xing Yuan not be impatient, he is now fifteen years old, if he still can't demonize before the age of sixteen, then he is destined to be unable to demonize in this life, if he can't demonize, then he can only become a mortal, and he has no chance of cultivation.

"No matter what this year, I must succeed!" Xingyuan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, his black eyes revealing a firmness that was rare for people of the same age.

Xing Yuan's eyes turned cold, and he walked quickly into the distance, and disappeared in front of everyone in a few jumps.

Kun Wuzi took him to practice not only to cultivate the mind, but also to carry out high-intensity training for his body, although Xing Yuan is fifteen years old, his strength and speed are probably not much different from the children of the Demon Apocalypse, but if he still can't be the Apocalypse, no matter how strong the body is, it can't be compared with the children of the Demon Apocalypse.

On the back mountain of the Cloud Spirit Department, there is a giant tree growing out of the stone tablet, Xing Yuan sits alone on the top of the tree, the giant tree is very high, looking down from the top of the tree, the entire Cloud Spirit Department is in full view, he will hurry to relax every time he is here.

Xingyuan likes it very much from here, because it is only here. There are no ugly faces, no ugly ridicule, and it feels like a home. Since he was a child, he didn't have many friends, which may also have something to do with his own personality, or it may be due to his identity, as the grandson of the patriarch of a medium-sized tribe, there are a few people who are not in awe, even if he no longer has the strength, he doesn't need these hypocritical clinging.

"Grandpa said, you must be firm in your heart, don't be swayed by others, in two days it will be the Demon Spirit Ceremony, I also have to prepare well, no matter what, I must succeed in this Demon Spirit Ceremony! I want to become stronger, I don't want to see the contempt in the eyes of others, I want to use my strength to conquer the clan!"