Ling Mu was obviously a little stunned when she heard the little guy's sudden words, but she immediately returned to normal after half a breath.

"Chen'er, the road to martial arts is very difficult and bitter. Very accessible. You're still young, so take that thought away. ”

"Mother, I am not afraid of hardship. Ling Chen still replied firmly.

"But Mother doesn't want you to suffer. Don't mention this matter again!" Ling's mother was slightly angry, turned around and closed the door.

The wooden door made a sound and shook, obviously a little unsecure.

It was the first time he saw his mother angry, he knew his mother's character very well, it seemed that there was no hope for this matter, so he sighed and walked into his house on foot.

Late at night, no frogs, no dogs barking. The mountain village was silent, and the land was dark. And on the other side ...

【Somewhere Underground Palace】

The egg-sized night pearl faintly emitted a pale green fluorescence, and if you count it carefully, there are twenty or thirty night pearls of this size! You know, on this ancient star continent, a night pearl the size of a small thumb nail will cost tens of thousands of gold coins, if you take Wujing Village as an example, well, you can buy twenty pigs. In this way, this dungeon is really extravagant, full of pigs.

At this moment, the fluorescence flickered, and a black shadow walked quickly.

"Found a clue?" Listening to the voice was a little immature, as if the speaker was a child.

"Back to the young master, I found some clues, and I am verifying them. A slightly hoarse voice came out, a little muffled.

"Hurry up and check it out! If it's not this time, come and see you!" The childish voice was a little excited, but would a child really say such a thing?

"Yes!" As the hoarse voice came out again, the black shadow disappeared in an instant...

【Xunfeng City - Yunmeng Town - Wujing Village】

With a few rooster crows, Ling Chen rubbed his eyes in a daze, habitually put on his coat and shoes, and staggered to the door. It wasn't until he stretched his waist that he opened his eyes, and the two dark eyes were spinning.

Ling Chen took a deep breath, and then used the method his mother taught him, stayed in his chest for a while, and slowly exhaled the turbidity that had accumulated overnight.

He was a little depressed, the first time he saw his mother, he was angry because he was not allowed to practice martial arts, obviously he could protect his mother after practicing martial arts, who dared to talk nonsense? Vigorously, those people don't play with themselves? The more Chen Chen thought about it, the happier he became, and he couldn't help laughing.

Thinking about it so beautifully in the early morning, he had vomited more than a dozen times unconsciously, and he estimated that it was almost there, so he touched his stomach, and turned back into the house to have breakfast.

But when he looked at the empty table, he couldn't help but wail in his heart, "Isn't it, just be angry, and don't give you food?"

Ling Chen looked at his mother's closed door, and didn't dare to call, so he had no choice but to walk into the room.

"If you don't give you food, you won't give you food, hmph, I'm going to practice martial arts anyway!" Ling Chen picked up the book and muttered in his mouth.

On the bed, the books on the table have been read, and they are all memorized, and they are even so bored in the early morning that they count all the books.

"One hundred and twenty-three bamboo slips, one hundred and sixty volumes. A total of 2.25 million words. Ling Chen said as he looked at the piles of books like a small mountain bag.

Almost every roll of bamboo slips is thousands of words, jerky and difficult to understand, and can only be memorized by rote. The book is okay, the number of words is short and long, the shortest "Ruyi Book" is 52 crosses, but the longest "Fa Xiang Chang Xingjing" is more than 40,000 words, and I was about to cry when I memorized it in the early morning.

"I really don't understand, what's the use of memorizing these, what is the use of Ren Pulse Supervising Pulse, what Dantian Breath Kidney Meridian. There are so many books, nearly three hundred, why don't any of them introduce the internal strength of Huajin?" Chen Chen muttered to himself, really helpless.

Until noon, the light of the scorching sun shone down, and the earth was golden and bright, and the hut in the early morning was sunny, and the house was much brighter at this time. Noticing the change, he put down the book, opened the door and peeked down, to find that his mother's door was still closed, but there was a bowl of noodles on the table in the room, and it was steaming.

At this time in the early hours of the morning, his stomach didn't know how many times he cried, he tiptoed to the bowl of noodles, and began to eat despite the hot mouth. It wasn't until the soup in the bowl was licked clean by the little guy's tongue that he put down the dishes and chopsticks with satisfaction, patted his stomach, and deliberately burped very loudly in the direction of his mother's door, and then slowly left the house.

As soon as Ling Chen left, Ling Mu's door opened, she looked at the big bowl on the table that had been licked by Ling Chen, and sighed helplessly, her delicate face changing uncertainly.

Ling Chen naturally didn't know this, and he was striding forward with his head held high in the heat of the sun at this time. He thought to himself that his mother still felt sorry for him, and the little guy thought that his mother would be so cruel that she didn't cook for himself at lunch.

"Hmph, even if I don't make lunch, it doesn't matter, I still have a backhand, I can go to my honest uncle's house to eat. The corners of his mouth were raised, and he felt that he was very witty.

"Since my mother is unwilling, I will secretly learn this martial arts practice, so as to surprise my mother. Ling Chen fantasized about her mother's surprised expression, her expression of approval, and her apology after completing her studies. The corners of the little guy's mouth were about to rise to his eyebrows, and he was determined to walk briskly towards the Hercules.

At this time, Dali wanted to take advantage of the good weather to sleep and take a nap, but as soon as he lay down, he was urged by his mother to accompany her to the village to fetch some water. In the early hours of the morning, when he was walking towards his house, Dali had reluctantly followed his mother in the direction of the village. Due to the many small roads in the mountain village, the two did not meet.

When the sun was red in the early morning, and he walked to the house sweating profusely. Vigorously and sweating profusely in the village to help his mother carry water...

"Is Brother Dali at home?" This was the first time I came to Dali's house to look for him in the early morning, so I was a little nervous and a little scared. What he was afraid of was that what Dali said to him yesterday was just a casual remark, after all, the little guy had been deceived by them before.

Finding that no one answered, and guessing that it might be a nap, he slowly walked to the door and looked at the mosquito-like cry in the empty house.

"Brother Strong, Brother Mighty, are you here? Brother Strong. ”

In the early morning, he realized that there was still no one and was ready to turn around and leave. At this moment, there was a sound in the room, and a middle-aged man with a thin face slowly walked out with his shoes pulled, his eyes closed tightly and his mouth smashed from time to time, looking a little impatient.

Ling Chen realized that this person should be Brother Dali's father, and he hurriedly handed it over: "I'm sorry to disturb Uncle Sun, you're taking a lunch break, is Brother Dali at home?"

Only then did the father slowly raise his right eyelid. "Yo, who am I, that little ghost. You look for Dali, Dali and his mother went out to fetch water. When the father said this, he put his hand into his coat and scratched it. "Heh, the children of rich families are different when they come out, it's really polite. ”

It was a little embarrassing to hear the latter words in the early morning, and he had heard several aunts talking about his father when he was wandering around the village. Named Sun Youcai, when he was young, he seemed to have been a teacher in the town, and then returned to the village for some reason, and he was idle all day long, not farming in the fields and not hunting for a living, sleeping at home all day long, and his mother did not work at home all day long. It stands to reason that in this way, you must rely on the help of the villagers, and your life is very hard. But Sun has a rich family, and his life is not rich, but he is still average in the village, which is also a strange thing.

Sun Youcai was stunned when he saw that he was stunned, so he raised his hand and asked him to go back. Ling Chen suddenly said: "Uncle Cai, I heard Brother Dali say that you used to be the head of the sect?"

"Uh-huh, yes, yes. What's up. Sun Youcai nodded.

"The younger generation wants to practice martial arts, and I want to ask Uncle Youcai if he can talk about it in detail. "Ling Chen bent down slightly, very sincerely.

Sun Youcai had completely opened his eyes at this time, and he looked at the four or five-year-old little guy in front of him with such a polite and strange expression.

"It's okay to teach you, but what's in it for me, little ghost?"

"Uncle Cai, the juniors just need you to tell me about it, and you don't need to teach it by hand. ”

"It's okay to talk and teach, but I need you to bring me something, I can't teach in vain, right?" Sun Youcai squeezed his eyes at Ling Chen.

At this time, it was Ling Chen's turn to look a little strange, but he still replied very politely: "Uncle Youcai, I'm still young, I don't have anything to give you, I have some strange stones that I have collected since I was a child, and there are still some books at home, do you want them?"

"Go, go, what do I want. After Sun Youcai said this, seeing Ling Chen's embarrassed expression, he coughed, and squeezed out some strange smiles, "You are still young, it doesn't matter if you don't, your mother must have it, such as gold and silver jewelry, pearls and gemstones?"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Cai, these really don't exist. Ling Chen shook his head in disappointment and turned to leave.

Sun Youcai pondered for a while, and hurriedly stopped Ling Chen, "Eh, little ghost, don't be in a hurry to leave." Then you can bring me your mother's clothes. ”

"Clothes?" Ling Chen looked back at Sun Youcai suspiciously.

Sun Youcai's thin face moved, and his smile became even more strange. "Yes, yes, the clothes, cough, it's not the clothes you wear outside, yes, it's the clothes, you know?"

Ling Chen shook his head, still staring at Sun Youcai with a puzzled expression. Looking at each other, Sun Youcai looked at Ling Chen's immature little face and coughed a few times in embarrassment. "Uncle is joking with you, forget it, forget it. You are still young, and it is very hard to practice martial arts. Dispel that thought. ”

After Sun Youcai said this, he didn't care about the early morning, and entered the house without looking back. After entering the house, Sun Youcai sat on the bed and was stunned, he sighed, wondering how he could say such a thing to a child.

And here in the early morning, I am also confused. He really didn't understand what Sun Youcai meant by the clothes, if he did, he really didn't know how hateful and angry this little guy would be.