After walking out of Sun Youcai's house in the early morning, he unconsciously walked under the big banyan tree at the head of the village. He was unwilling, why his mother did not allow him to practice martial arts, and Sun Youcai was unwilling to tell him about the relevant matters on the grounds that he was still young. What's wrong with being young, can't you protect your mother at a young age? With these distracting thoughts in the early morning, the more I think about it, the more unwilling I become, and the more I think about it, the more angry I become. Suddenly, he clenched his little fist and punched the trunk of the old banyan tree. But after this punch, the banyan tree didn't even shake its leaves, but Ling Chen gasped in pain.

"Oh my God! it hurts so much, even the old banyan tree, you bully me?"

Ignoring the pain and anger in his heart, Ling Chen's other small hand clenched his fist and hit the trunk directly, and the banyan tree still stood without wavering. But the little guy was already in pain at this time, grinning and inhaling.

"Wow, old banyan tree, why are you so hard. Ling Chen looked at the red hands and smiled bitterly on the back of his hands. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something.

"Hey, I don't know how to practice martial arts, but I can exercise my strength and body, I hit this trunk every day, and over time I get used to the pain, and it doesn't hurt, and the strength is naturally greater. Ling Ling felt as if he had opened his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible.

"What is pain? What is bleeding? As long as I can protect my mother, I will be able to do it!" Ling Chen gritted his teeth, plucked up the courage to punch and punch the thick and sturdy trunk of the old banyan tree, punching harder than punch, and the pain also came, making Ling Chen's white and tender little face red, and his eyes couldn't help but shed tears.

This scene is really strange, under the old banyan tree several feet high, a little doll swings its young fist and beats it on the trunk of the big tree, the dancing little fist is the size of the leaves of the old banyan tree.

At this time, there was no one in the village. Dali walked home with his mother carrying a bucket very early, and because he also went to Aunt Xu's house halfway, it was unfortunate that he passed by in the early morning, so naturally he couldn't see this scene.

The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, relentlessly baking all things. One tree, one person. In contrast, the early hours of the morning seem extremely small. At this time, the little guy was already soaked, and his little face was also sunburned, as if he had been smeared with red mud, and I don't know whether it was tears or sweat, drops slipped down his cheeks. But he was completely forgetful, and still punched the trunk of the old banyan tree, every punch hit, when he took it back, he would tremble, anyone who saw this scene would be shocked, his pink and white hands were now covered with blood, and they were also falling down like sweat.

The little one's eyes were red, and he yelled as he struck, "I don't hurt! I can do it! I don't hurt it! I can do it!"

As time passed, the sun slowly set in the west, and the light emitted by it dimmed a lot, and the villagers who were napping at home slowly woke up. Many of the women who had finished their work saw that the sun was not so hot at this time, and they began to walk out of the house one after another with wooden basins full of clothes. Naturally, this also includes Ling's mother.

Hearing a loud noise not far away in the early morning, he knew that he couldn't continue, his hands drooped, and he chose to sneak a long way home from the village, so as not to accidentally meet his mother.

The women walked to the stream, put down their clothes and began to wash, not forgetting to tell their children not to stay too far from the old banyan tree. The children were coping and arguing. Naturally, there are also vigorous girls with double ponytails.

However, when he looked around vigorously and found that Ling Chen was not there, he was a little confused, and it stands to reason that at this time, Ling Chen would follow them. Before, he didn't want to take him to play, but he followed him in vain, but now he is willing to take him to play, but the person is gone. It seems obvious that Sun Youcai did not tell Dali, and looked for him before the early hours of the morning.

At this time, the little boy with a lot of rags on his clothes suddenly exclaimed, "Come and see, is this trunk bleeding?"

And Ling's mother, when she was doing laundry, also subconsciously looked at the old banyan tree, but she looked over and over again, but she didn't find the familiar little figure.

"This little guy, are you still angry?"

When he took a detour back in the early morning, he didn't use walking, but running. Ignoring the blood flowing from the backs of his hands and hands, the little guy ran fast with his calves, and when he reached the door of the house, the little guy seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he took a breath and ran back the same way. In the early hours of the morning, he ran back and forth, unaware that the blood on the back of his hand fell on the running path due to inertia. I don't know if it's because of the sunlight or other reasons, but there is a faint white light.

Since then, there has been one more item in the early morning's life, masochism. He couldn't say that, according to his thoughts, this should already be regarded as martial arts practice.

Before the sun rises, the rooster wakes up, and then exhales and breathes. Towards eating, towards reading. After lunch, the little one ran to the old banyan tree at the head of the village and punched the trunk. Ling Chen knew that at this time, there was generally no one at the head of the village, and even if there were people, they would only pass by to go to the fields, and they would not find themselves young next to the trunks. He practiced boxing until dusk, when there were more and more people in the village, so he took a detour to avoid the villagers and chose a remote path home to run back and forth.

During this period, Dali occasionally came to him, but after chatting a few words, they were all perfunctory in the early morning, and Dali felt weird, so it can be seen that the early morning was unwilling to say more to him, so he didn't say anything more. Mother rarely meets the little guy anymore, although she lives under the same roof, but every time she eats, there will be good food on the table, but Ling's mother did not appear, it is estimated that they are all in the house. It's just that sometimes in addition to the food on the table, there will be some books that have not been read in the early morning, and occasionally there will be a few white ceramic bottles, which contain the liquid medicine used for smearing, exuding the fragrance of medicine. And Liu Laoshi, since he delivered the pork leg meat, he rarely came to the house.

Memorize in the morning, practice at noon, and endorse in the evening. In this way, it is the life of the early morning, and I don't know how time passes, and it gradually enters autumn.

【Somewhere Underground Palace】

In the dungeon, it is impossible to distinguish whether it is day or night, and the night pearl always exudes a faint pale green fluorescence, which makes the dungeon look a little weird. At this time, a voice suddenly sounded, slightly excited.

"Found it?!"

"Tell the young master, I found it, the mother and son are hiding in a remote mountain village in Xunfeng City, but at the same time as finding clues, a letter from you was sent to your subordinates. ”

"Bring it up!"

The dungeon suddenly fell silent again, and occasionally there was a slight sound, the sound of turning over a paper. After a long time, the childish voice sounded again, but this time it was a bit like talking to itself.

"If you really want to do it... ”