The warm sunlight spreads in the quiet courtyard, reflecting the light spots of the shade of the trees on the ground, moving and swaying, as if swaying in the wind. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Squeak-hey-"

The door of the house in the middle of the courtyard was opened, and a young man came out of it, leaning against the tree, with his hands on his chest, looking up at the sky. His expression was focused, like those monotonous and boring-looking white clouds in the blue sky, containing the Great Dao of Martial Arts.

His name is Gu Yi, and he lives in a small town outside the Divine Soul Temple, where he is far away from the core of power, so there is not much atmosphere of war in his daily life, ordinary and harmonious. Unlike the Imperial City and Imperial Capital, where there are people discussing the affairs of the world war every day.

"Ahem!" Gu Yi's face changed suddenly, and his head suddenly became dizzy, and he hurriedly held on to the big tree behind him. This is the pain he has always had, although he is the bearer of the origin of heaven and earth, but he has not yet felt the corresponding cognition and ability, since he was a child, his body is weak, not only can he not be able to cultivate normally, but he can't even do some simple physical work, so he has often been ridiculed by his peers around him since he was a child, and he has been pointed at by the people in the town, and he lives very uncomfortable.

"If you practice again, you might be able to succeed!" Gu Yi motivated himself like this, he waited for the intense feeling of vertigo to pass and propped himself up, his hands made movements, and began to practice the Xuangong Qi Posture that he had secretly learned from his father Gu Mo for nearly a month. With resolute eyes, he seems to be really the strongest man in the world.

Gu Yi's face was flushed, and he was weak but serious in every move. The blood flowed through his meridians, dantians, and acupoints along with the operation of Xuan Gong, but he was never able to condense enough Dao Qi to support his cultivation. Gu Yi tried ten more times than the last time he cultivated, but the result still didn't change, and he still couldn't get rid of the fact that his physique was weak.

Gu Yi fell to the ground, he held the dirty ground with both hands, looked up at the sky, and gritted his teeth. He thought of his father, Gu Mo was bent on changing his fate, constantly seeking medical advice, and scattered all his family wealth, but he could not find the best way to cure his strange phenomenon, and later even the imperial doctor persuaded Gu Mo to give up treatment.

Gu Mo was bent on changing Gu Yi's fate, but he could never find the best way to cure Gu Yi's strange phenomenon, so he could only retreat to the next best thing, ignoring the dissuasion of Gu Yi and Gu Yi's mother Xu Miaona to climb the nearby Yuping Mountain again and again, and pick some herbs that could slightly relieve the symptoms of weakness to help Gu Yi. Today, Gu Mo has been out for three hours, and Gu Yi is sad for his father again, who has suffered for him every day all these years.

At this moment, there were sudden hurried footsteps outside the house, and Gu Yi's heart moved, it was his father who had returned. But if you listen carefully, the footsteps are clearly not Gu Mo's. Gu Yi had an ominous premonition, and then there was a knock on the door, and he walked to open the door worriedly, only to see that it was an old man he knew, Uncle Zhang, who was carrying Gu Mo on his back, and Gu Mo's breath was extremely weak at the moment, and his feet were still injured and bleeding.

"Dad!" Gu Yi shouted in a panic, ran over and took Gu Mo from Uncle Zhang's back and helped him aside. Xu Miaona also ran out of the house, and she heard Gu Yi's voice, worried about her husband and son. Xu Miaona saw Gu Mo's injury, and hurriedly treated him urgently, and at the same time asked Uncle Zhang: "Uncle Zhang, what happened to Brother Mo?" Gu Yi also looked at Uncle Zhang, his eyes full of concern.

Uncle Zhang recalled: "The old man found the Gu Mo brothers at the foot of Yuping Mountain, and he had already passed out at that time. By the way, he still has this in his hand. Uncle Zhang took out a herb from his package, handed it to Xu Miaona, and continued: "Brother Gu Mo may have been injured in an adventure while picking this herb. ”

Xu Miaona took the herb, tears flowed involuntarily, and she blamed herself for why she still agreed to Gu Mo to go up the mountain to collect the herb. But when she thought of Gu Yi's condition, she couldn't stop Gu Mo. This is a big problem, and Xu Miaona can only resent why she doesn't know how to practice.

Gu Yi looked at Xu Miaona's trembling right hand, and the herb that Gu Mo held in exchange for his serious injuries in order to relieve his pain, his fists clenched, and his palms were dripping blood. In order not to make Xu Miaona worry any more, Gu Yi forcibly suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, thanked Uncle Zhang, and sent him away, and then helped Gu Mo to the house to rest with Xu Miaona.

After two hours of rest, Gu Mo finally woke up with a cough, and Gu Yi and Xu Miaona hurriedly inquired about the injury. Gu Mo didn't care about himself, the first thing he said was: "Is the yam okay?" Xu Miaona nodded and handed the herb to Gu Mo, saying, "The yam is okay." Brother Mo, promise me not to take any more risks. Gu Mo immediately shook his head and said resolutely: "Then how can it be done! Good medicines are at the peak, I don't go, what should Yi'er do!"

Gu Yi looked at Gu Mo's expression full of scars and pain but couldn't bear it, and felt that he was too useless, not only did he not bring any help to this family for sixteen years, but also affected his family because of his own suffering, he hated himself for being powerless. Thinking of this, Gu Yi was emotional, and the flow of qi and blood suddenly did not flow smoothly, causing a feeling of weakness to impact his lungs and cough constantly.

Gu Mo was very sensitive, he knew Gu Yi's mood, and wanted to reach out to comfort Gu Yi as usual. But he forgot that he was now seriously injured, and fell from the injury before he could lift his hand. Xu Miaona supported Gu Mo worriedly, and looked at Gu Yi with concern, both sides needed to be taken care of, which made her exhausted.

"Na Mei, go and boil medicine for Yi'er! Yi'er is important!" Gu Mo urged Xu Miaona. Xu Miaona looked at Gu Mo and found that the latter's qi and blood had recovered, her worries had decreased a lot, and she nodded and wanted to leave. Gu Yi preemptively stopped Xu Miaona, took the herbs in her hand, and said, "Mother, I will cook this medicine myself! ”

Gu Yi walked to Gu Mo's side, bowed his head and said, "The child is not filial, so my father and mother are tired!" Gu Mo shook his head and said: "It's that Dad is too useless, and I haven't found a way to save you after ten years of searching." Gu Yi held the herb and said with a firm look in his eyes: "Dad is great." This herb will definitely make me better!" Gu Yi kowtowed to Gu Mo and Xu Miaona, and then ran to the backyard with the herb in his hand.

"I'll go see Yi'er. Xu Miaona said to Gu Mo. Gu Mo shook his head: "This kid needs to be quiet now, let's not disturb him." Xu Miaona didn't want to put any more pressure on Gu Yi, so she nodded and concentrated on taking care of Gu Mo.

At the door of the firewood room, the smoke of medicine was billowing into the sky. Gu Yi picked up a piece of dry wood and threw it into the stove. The flames suddenly pushed outward, reflecting his face. This herb really made Gu Moken take a risk, because the medicinal effect was too obvious, just this overflowing medicinal qi made Gu Yi's face full of qi and blood, and he obviously recovered a lot.

It's just that Gu Yi obviously didn't show too much joy, and he always looked preoccupied. He was thinking that even if an herb was effective, it would cure the symptoms but not the root cause, and if his strange disease was not cured, his father would definitely go up the mountain to collect medicine for him again, and he didn't want his father to run around and take risks anymore.

With his back to the sun, the shadow was stretched long. Gu Yi looked at the medicine jar in front of him intently, and said softly: "Father, mother, Yi'er won't let you worry about me anymore!" He held a dry wood in both hands, then broke it and threw it into the furnace.