It was a sunny noon, and there were a few small birds chirping and playing in the trees, as if enjoying the beauty of nature. There is a small farm yard here.

"Grandpa, grandpa tell me a story, Ling'er hasn't heard grandpa tell a story for a long time." I only heard a young sound like a silver bell, coming from this small farmhouse courtyard. The little girl looked like she was about five or six years old.

I saw that under a pavilion in the small courtyard, there were two ancestors and grandchildren, the old man was dressed in a green robe, his temples were white, and his face was a little withered, but his eyes were not half stagnant, and he looked bright. It gives a sense of detachment from the world, and there is a stone platform under the gazebo. There was a teapot that was quite old, and if you looked closely, there were cracks, as if it was about to crack. The teacup next to it is even more notched.

And it's not new, some tea stains remain in the gap. The old man looked kind, looked at the little girl with two balls on her head, and said to the cute little girl next to her with a slight smile: "Little Ling'er, I want to hear the story, grandpa, I live so old, I can't do anything else, I still have the ability to tell stories, since Ling'er wants to hear it, then I'll tell Ling'er about it." ”

With that, the old man picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, drank it, and looked at the sky as if he had fallen into a deep memory. All kinds of pictures appeared in my mind, including laughter, sadness, and a few sighs, as if reminiscing about the past. Then he began to tell the story he wanted to tell to the little girl in front of him......

"A long, long time ago, on the western border of the Blue Spirit Continent, there was a small city, called Lanling, although it has the same name as the Blue Spirit Continent, but it is a homophone and a different word. At this time, there was a disciple competition in the Mujia martial arts arena in Lanling City......"

Not long after he opened his mouth, he heard a voice: "Grandpa, how long ago was it?" ”

Then the old man looked at Ling'er and replied gently: "Well, it's a long time, and I don't remember how long it was." In the future, when Ling'er learns more knowledge and can explore the secrets of history, she can check it out for herself. ”

"Well, grandpa always said this before, always let me find the truth by myself, I won't ask, grandpa will continue to tell, I want to listen to the whole story, write him down, and then go to find the truth, to see if the story grandpa told is really so magical. Then grandpa, you can go on. Xiao Ling'er pouted and said

"Well, then grandpa will tell you this story completely, and see if Xiao Ling'er can explore the mystery when she grows up in the future."

"A long, long time ago, on the western border of the Blue Spirit Continent, there was a small city, called Lanling, although it has the same name as the Blue Spirit Continent, but it is a homophone and a different word. At this time, the Mujia martial arts arena in Lanling City was engaged in a disciple exchange.

There is a competition platform in the middle of the martial arts arena, and there are two people standing on the stage, one of them is more than 1.9 meters tall and 16 years old, with a handsome face, a strong body, and a majestic demeanor, which is very extraordinary. Wearing a practice shirt with black edges and gray faces.

Cultivation has reached the seventh level of the body refining realm, and he is Mu Feng, the son of the second elder of the Mu family, and the most potential genius child of the Mu family in the past hundred years.

Fighting against him was another disciple of the Mu family named Mu Ziming, who was also sixteen years old and had an ordinary appearance. It is a six-fold cultivation of the body, and he also came to the master's house to cultivate by virtue of his natural strength, although he does not have the advantage of Mu Feng's height and physique, but he is better than practicing outside, often fighting with demon beasts in the mountains, and in order to survive, he has to live a life of adding blood to the tip of the knife.

The talent was not enough, and he worked hard to make it up, and after unremitting efforts, he came to the main house and was cultivated as an excellent disciple. The two of them fought so far that they did not use weapons, which was unfair to Mu Ziming, but where was the fairness in this world.

The two of them have been fighting for dozens of rounds in the ring, and Mu Ziming is on par with his body and experience advantages.

But at this time, Mu Feng was a little anxious, after all, he was one level higher than the other party. How can it be a tie? Isn't that inferior to him? Then he was a little anxious, wanting to split the winner with the next blow.

The two looked at each other, and suddenly Mu Feng kicked under his feet and took the lead in attacking. Mu Ziming also saw this scene, and he no longer hesitated, clenched his fists with both hands, and went up with Mu Feng. With a bang, Mu Ziming took two steps back, but Mu Feng stood still. The gap in cultivation was there, and I had to admit the gap between them, but the disciples who were watching around were shouting with high spirits

"Good, good, good".

There were also a few disciples who were talking in a low voice: "This Mu Ziming is also so powerful, he has only withdrawn a few steps from his cultivation one level lower, so it stands to reason that he should be kicked out of the ring." Could it be that Mu Feng didn't use all his strength? ”

At this time, only Mu Feng knew that he had done his best, and the expression on his face also changed slightly, and he said to Mu Ziming: "Mu Ziming, you have made a lot of progress recently, it seems that you are not far from the seventh order of body refining, right?" ”

Mu Ziming didn't reply, clenched his fists and used one of the moves in the martial arts Tiger Roar Nine Days, the tiger went down the mountain, only to hear the wind explode, like a tiger roaring, towards Mu Feng.

This martial art was obtained by accident when he was hunting demon beasts outside, and there was a skeleton in the cave of the demon beast at that time, it seemed that it had been dead for a long time, and its identity could not be identified, it was estimated that it was a warrior who went to hunt demon beasts before, and was killed by demon beasts, and then brought back to this cave to feed the cubs.

Time has passed, I don't know how many years have passed, there are not many powerful demon beasts in this mountain forest, and Mu Ziming was chased by demon beasts, panicked, fell into this hole covered by branches, and groped in the cave for a long time to get these things, but it can also be seen that the original martial artist who was killed was not high in cultivation, and there was nothing better.

But for Mu Ziming, who has just been enlightened, it is like timely rain. Looking at the broken martial arts and mental method, tenacious will, because he really has no resources, his family is not wealthy, and he can become a martial artist, and his family is very happy. It's not easy to get to where you are now.

"Good boxing method, you also take me a move to collapse the mountain fist, collapse the mountain and gravel."

Suddenly, his fists collided, and with a bang, Mu Ziming retreated. The shock made his arms numb, his chest tight, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and it seemed that some internal injuries had fallen on the sidelines. Mu Feng also took a few steps back and arrived not far from the edge of the ring. However, his arm trembled slightly, but there were no signs of internal injury.

"Mu Feng, when I reach the seventh order of body refining, I will definitely be able to defeat you." Mu Ziming covered his chest and said to Mu Feng:

"Okay, I'll wait for you, don't let me wait too long, haha" Mu Feng shook his trembling hand, but there was a sinister light in his eyes.

Mu Feng has always had a smooth life in the Mu family, and no one in his generation is his opponent. And Mu Ziming's arrival brought him a sense of crisis. And in the case that the realm is higher than the other party, it is just that he can't kill it in seconds, and he can only have the upper hand slightly, which is not the case of using weapons, because Mu Ziming has rich experience in actual combat, and he has killed more demon beasts than he has ever seen. And I don't have much experience in killing monsters.

If you fight desperately in the competition just now, you really don't have to be its opponent. This person can't stay。。。。。。 Mu Feng kept thinking in his heart. But it didn't show itself.

The disciples on the field discussed: "This Mu Ziming is not an idle person, relying on a little adventure, he can get to this point, and he can be regarded as a genius, but it is a pity that he met an even more genius Mu Feng." ”

"Yes, the strength he shows now is not much worse than Mu Feng, just because of resource problems. Now when I come to the Lord's house, I hear that some elders have taken a fancy to him and want to take him as a disciple! ”

Someone else continued: "It's really hard to say whether you can catch up with Mu Feng in the future." ”

The discussion of the disciples, although their voices had been lowered, was still heard by Mu Feng, and their faces were not so indifferent.

A few disciples came forward to support Mu Ziming and took him back to the martial arts field to heal his injuries.

At this moment, everything that happened here was watched by one person. He has been sitting quietly on the stone platform not far away, his name is Mu Yao. Watching Mu Ziming leave injured, anger suddenly rose in his heart. If you come forward, you have to reason with Mu Feng, and if you don't have a low cultivation, you must bow your head and endure it.

Immediately scolded Mu Feng angrily and said: "Do you want to leave like this when you hurt someone?" Is it just that a heavier hand than the trial? ”

Hearing this, Mu Feng came back to his senses from the thoughts he was about to deal with Mu Ziming just now. The corners of his mouth grinned, and he smiled: "Who is Yo My Dao?" It turned out to be our waste young master, you don't tinker with your bottles and cans at home, what are you doing here? Do you want to make human punching bags for your brothers? ”

Suddenly, all the onlookers laughed, laughing, and their faces were full of disdain, as if they were doing a very normal thing, and it was rumored among the younger generation that the things they had to do every day were to eat, cultivate, and laugh.

Mu Yao ignored this, no matter what he did, he couldn't get good results, and even wondered if he had the wrong baby.

But life must go on, it is still necessary to live strongly, and even to make one's life more exciting, if it is not for a super optimistic attitude, without others speaking, he himself can't figure out why he is still alive.

Mu Yao, the son of the head of the Mu family, was extremely talented before the age of ten, practiced martial arts at the age of five, reached the triple level of body refining at the age of eight, and was already the seventh level of body refining at the age of ten.

However, this beautiful future did not appear, and after Mu Yao passed the age of ten, he never made an inch of cultivation again. Not only that, but all the functions of his body are constantly regressing. All the doctors and pharmacists in the entire Lanling have seen it, but they are all powerless, just like this, a few years have passed, Mu Yao is sixteen years old this year, and there are still a few months to go to the Mu family's coming-of-age ceremony, which makes the head of the Mu family, as well as Mu Yao, anxious.

But there is nothing to do, he can only pray silently, and do his best to know the destiny of heaven, the reason why Mu Yao fiddles with those bottles and cans is because he has been using elixir to continue his life and maintain his body functions in the past few years.

But because of this, I also liked these flowers and plants, strange spars, although the cultivation was exhausted, but also exercised an optimistic attitude. But there is one thing that I can't see, that is, it doesn't matter what others do to me.

As long as you are aiming at people who are good to yourself and care for yourself, there will always be a nameless fire rushing to the brain. It's like a powder keg meets Mars.

The reason why he came over to theorize with Mu Feng is also because of this, although Mu Yao was not born in a poor family, but he is also somewhat similar to this Mu Ziming, no one dares to despise Mu Ziming now, that is because his strength makes others fearful, on the other hand, just arrived at Mu's house, but he was also snubbed a lot, and ridiculed, words like Tu Baozi are already very good, but after Mu Ziming knew about Mu Yao, he actually took the initiative to come over to answer, which made Mu Yao a little surprised.

Who wants to be a brother and sister with a sick seedling, Mu Ziming also helped him a lot in the days to get along, especially when he went up the mountain to collect medicine again, accidentally fell down the hill and rolled down the mountain, his body was weak, and now he couldn't move, and sent a distress signal to the family, of course, the family also went out to look for it, but the effect was not satisfactory.

There are also different voices in the family, and the head of the family must vigorously search, but others don't think like this and make efforts to find it? It's not bad if you don't send a few people to kill him, and there is no successor to the head of the family, so the next head of the family will be self-evident.

Just when the elders were still arguing with each other, they saw that Mu Ziming had already come back with Mu Yao, who was already unconscious with scars all over his body. Since then, Mu Yao has also greatly changed his opinion of Mu Ziming.

"There is a competition in the ring, and injuries are inevitable, why do you want me to compensate for the medical expenses? Ha ha. ”

A group of disciples in the audience also burst out laughing. They all pointed at Mu Yao and said, "Mu Yao, you're here to be funny." So in the future, do you have to spread the floor with a quilt before the competition, haha?"

Mu Yao shouted coldly: "That's not necessary, but the least politeness must be there." ”