In a remote courtyard in He Mansion in Xiangfu City, wisps of warm sunlight shine through the cracks in the windows, and fine light spots dot the neat room, and a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old lies on the spacious big bed, he is He Shang in the terrifying dream just now.

The feeling of continuous weightlessness made He Shang suddenly wake up from his slumber, and sat up with a 'whoosh', his eyes widened, and he couldn't wait to look at the surrounding environment, he found that he was not in the small courtyard of the fox fairy in the Netherworld Mansion, but in the bedroom of the family courtyard that he was very familiar with, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath, and immediately put his mind at ease.

He Shang sat on the head of the bed for a long time, his mood calmed down, the dream-like horror dream was so realistic, as if he was there, his whole body clothes and the quilt covered by it were soaked in cold sweat, and after a little thought, he decided to argue whether the things that happened in the dream were real or not.

In fact, the argument is very simple, He Shang has never cultivated martial arts, if what he experienced in the dream realm is true, then at this moment he should have the realm cultivation of the martial spirit realm.

Thinking of this, he sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, he concentrated on his breath, adjusted his breathing, and crossed his hands, according to the shallow cultivation theory he had mastered so far, he intertwined a very simple cultivation handprint in front of him, but his movements were clumsy and green.

As he kept trying and groping, his cultivation movements became more and more skillful, his body gradually exuded a faint mist, his chest rose and fell slightly, with a slight sense of rhythm, and more and more heaven and earth spiritual energy followed his steady breathing into his body, circulating into his dantian.

Time passed quickly in his cultivation of forgetting to sleep and eat, the sunlight shining in from the window gradually weakened, and the night began to fall slowly, at this time a sense of fullness in his dantian spontaneously appeared.

He Shang's eyelashes blinked slightly, his dark eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp light flashed from the eyeballs of his eyes, he stretched lazily, and the bones in his body sounded a crisp thunderclap as if they were reborn.

By this time, he was convinced that the experience was not a dream, but a real thing.

However, for him, having martial arts cultivation is a tricky and rather troublesome thing, for some reason, He Shang's grandfather has an unwritten iron law, that is, no one is allowed to practice martial arts, otherwise, he will be expelled from the courtyard of the family, and he will be directly expelled from the clan.

Although He Shang was worried in his heart, he accidentally obtained the first-grade martial arts cultivation of the Martial Spirit Realm, which made up for his regret that he had not been able to practice martial arts all these years, and he was still very happy in his heart.

At this moment, the thoughts in his heart suddenly arose, his palm moved with his heart, his right palm spread out, and slowly clenched into a fist, and then he urged the spiritual power stored in the dantian to slowly gather them into his right fist.

Suddenly, He Shangyao punched, and then the aura was released, aiming at the washing rack that was more than a meter on the opposite side and slammed it away, but to his surprise, the washing rack only shook a few times and did not fall to the ground, and the test result was obviously a big surprise!

According to the Empire's martial arts records, if what is said in black and white impermanence is true, and the washing rack made of wood should be broken if it has a first-class cultivation in the martial spirit realm, why is the result of the test so different, what is wrong?

Just thinking about it, a little girl suddenly ran in from outside the door, not tall, about thirteen or fourteen years old, white and clean little round face, combed with two short pigtails, tied with green jade silk thread, black and bright eyes and the delicate corners of the mouth with an innocent smile, wearing a white and green floral plaid short coat, a light green pleated skirt just above the knee, looking very cute and lively.

Looking at He Shang, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed in a daze, she looked incredulous, and muttered: "Strange, why did you wake up?

The girl's muttering voice was really not small, pulling He Shang back to reality from his thoughts, and at a glance he saw He Yaqin who was stunned in place, and chuckled: "Yaqin, you girl, why are you standing here stunned?"

He Yaqin came back to her senses and said with a smile: "Brother Shang, you finally woke up, I thought you would never wake up?" These unlucky words, that is, people of her age can say them so unscrupulously.

He Shang didn't have a taboo in this regard, but after all, he still had a youthful heart, and suddenly had the idea of teasing her, and said angrily: "Yaqin, I'm just tired, I slept well, and you cursed me for never waking up?"

Yaqin suddenly felt very aggrieved, shed two lines of tears, and choked up: "Brother Shang, I don't mean that anymore, you have been lying in bed for seven days, and when Grandpa and Uncle pulled you back from the food inn, the clansmen all said and ......."

He Yaqin wanted to speak and stopped, as if she was afraid of being blamed for saying the wrong thing again.

He Shang was convinced of the authenticity of the previous events, and of course he knew what the clansmen were going to say at that time, so he just followed the topic and asked, "Yaqin, what do the clansmen say?"

After all, Yaqin was a fourteen-year-old child, and immediately burst into tears, sobbing and saying, "You have already lost your breath when you were pulled back from the gourmet inn, and the clansmen say that you are dead, and everyone gathers together to discuss the preparation of the funeral for you!"

Seeing Yaqin crying so sadly, He Shang couldn't bear it, and comforted: "Yaqin, don't worry, Brother Shang is really good now, maybe he was just tired at the time, and it will be fine if he rests for a few more days, you go out to play now, Brother Shang is still very weak, you have to recuperate!"

Yaqin burst into tears and smiled: "Well, you have a good rest, I will go and tell my uncle and aunt immediately that you have woken up, and they will be very happy!"

......

In a moment, the grandfather and parents who rushed to hear the news quickly ran in from outside the door.

As soon as Chen Xiulan walked into the door, she immediately strode to the side of the bed, held his face with both hands and looked at him carefully, and immediately burst into tears, and said with a crying voice: "Shang'er, you have finally woken up, for seven days, do you know how much your mother has suffered? If it weren't for your grandfather's insistence, I'm afraid I won't see you again!"

He Shang couldn't help but feel sour, his eyes were red, a mist rose from the corners of his eyes, and he comforted softly: "Mother, I'm really sorry, these days, Shang'er has made you worry!"

Chen Xiulan took out a handkerchief, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, looked at it again, and opened her mouth to blame: "You, you have grown so big, and you are still so uneasy?

Father He Yuwen interrupted their chat and reminded: "Okay, Xiulan, you just don't talk a few words, isn't Shang'er okay now, he hasn't eaten anything in the past few days, this kid must be hungry, you hurry up to the kitchen and boil some porridge!"

After He Yuwen reminded him of this, Chen Xiulan suddenly withdrew her hands from his cheeks, patted the back of her head, and blamed herself: "Oh! It's really, I'm excited for a while, I forgot about this stubble, you three old men talk first, I'll hurry up and get something to eat!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Xiulan hurriedly walked towards the door.

He Yuwen saw that He Shang was already safe, the stone hanging in his heart finally landed, thinking of all the thrills that had happened in the past seven days, he still couldn't help but scold: "You unconscious guy, this time it is really fate, if it weren't for your grandfather's insistence, it is estimated that you would have been buried at this moment!"

Grandfather He Jinsheng, who had been silent, interjected on the side: "Okay, Yuwen, isn't Shang'er okay now! I'll talk to Shang'er, you go out to help Xiulan first, hurry up and get some food, don't starve my precious grandson." ”

Thinking that at the beginning, He Shang lost all his vital signs after being drunk, and after Xuanyuan Academy informed them that they had brought the body back, the family members got together and prepared to help Zhang Luo manage the aftermath, but was strongly opposed by his father He Jinsheng, and stubbornly insisted that He Shang should not handle the funeral, but simply placed him on the bed in the original bedroom.

Father is obviously going to take him away at this moment, and the topic of follow-up exchanges should be related to the unbelievable decision of his father at the beginning.

He Yuwen's curiosity became more and more intense, and he was reluctant to leave in his heart, but he didn't want to disobey He Jinsheng's intentions, so he could only forcibly suppress the curiosity in his heart and promised: "Okay, Dad, you talk to Shang'er first, and call me at any time if there is anything!"

Before he could say anything, He Yuwen turned around and walked out of the door without looking back.

Seeing He Yuwen's figure completely disappear at the door of the room, He Jinsheng turned his head, just looked at He Shang silently with a kind face, as if he wanted to see through something.

He Shang looked puzzled, and wondered: "Grandpa, I am a little worried when you look at me like this, is there something dirty on my face?"

He Jinsheng didn't answer his question directly, but just asked with concern: "Shang'er, for seven days, I didn't eat or drink, and my body didn't feel any discomfort, right?"

He Shang waved his arm, twisted his waist from side to side, and said with relief: "Grandpa, look, you are full of energy and there is no discomfort in your body, don't worry!"

He Jinchang sighed and said: "It's good that you don't feel unwell, you have been weak and sick since you were a child, and grandpa is afraid that you will hurt the origin of your body after such a toss, so it will be very difficult to fully recover!"

He Shang couldn't help but feel a burst of warmth in his heart, and he wanted to tell him about the encounters in the Netherworld Mansion in the past few days, but when he thought of the harsh iron law, he was still a little worried in his heart, and he still swallowed the words when they came to his mouth.

He Shang asked with some coping: "Grandpa, I heard Yaqin say that you and your father had already lost my breath when we pulled me back from the academy, and my father also said just now that I was almost buried in the ground, what is going on?"

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