The empty mountains are lonely, the birds are singing sadly, and the cold trees are like a picture, embedded in the mountains.

As far as the eye can see, there is a small lake, as flat as a mirror, reflecting the reflection of the mountains, and the lake is interspersed with wild flowers that cannot be named, and the four-colored petals sway in the wind.

Not far from the lake, there is a hut, wooden structure, four thin beams supporting a thatched roof, papier-mâché windows, dilapidated walls, ventilated on all sides, and looks very old and shabby.

There was a man and a woman standing in the room, the man was about fifty years old, with three locks of long beard, ruddy complexion, wearing a gray Confucian shirt, his hair was neatly tied, and his expression was serious, and he looked like a teacher in the school;

At this moment, the two of them were looking at a young man lying on the bed with solemn expressions, this young man was only sixteen or seventeen years old, his face was white, his eyebrows were beautiful, but his eyes were closed, and his expression was distorted and hideous, as if he was suffering from pain.

The woman said, "Daddy, Senior Brother Han will be fine. ”

The man sighed, and said with doubts: "Chuang'er is too eager for quick success this time, and it's all me, I didn't intend to say that the Broken Intestine Grass can inspire martial artists to generate martial spirits, but I didn't expect him to be stupid enough to take risks, this is a way to die and live a life!" After speaking, he shook his head and turned his back, as if he couldn't bear to look at the young man's painful appearance anymore.

The woman sighed, and on her delicate face, she showed a touch of hatred, and said: "The Yunzhou Lin family is too much, when the junior brother was still a martial arts wizard, he licked his face and sent his daughter here; ”

As she spoke, she burst into tears, and she could not cry.

The young man lying on the bed is named Han Chuang, the Han family of Yunzhou in the southeast region, a disciple of the Qingzhu Sect of the Eight Rank Sect, and a former young genius, but now, he has become a big laughing stock of the Qingzhu Sect, for no other reason - he can't inspire his own martial spirit.

The Shenzhou Continent is respected by martial artists, powerful warriors can shake the heavens and the earth, and cut the mountains and rivers; even ordinary warriors also have the power to open monuments and crack stones; in legends, there are people who enter the Tao from martial arts, and they live with heaven and earth; and the reason why warriors are powerful is that they are all martial souls.

According to legend since ancient times, martial spirits are treasures given by heaven and earth to the human race, which are used to strengthen themselves and resist demon beasts. At the beginning, the martial soul only had the five elements of yin and yang and the natural martial soul based on this mutation; in the future, some children with the blood of the demon clan could stimulate the martial soul of the demon beast and the beast; and after that, the soul of the divine weapon was also rare.

Today, there are many types of martial souls, and there are countless statistics, but there is one thing that is the consensus of the human race in the Shenzhou Continent: if someone can't inspire the martial soul, it is impossible to become a real martial artist, and Han Chuang is such an example.

There are two families of Han Lin in Yunzhou City in the southeast region, the two families have intermarried for generations, and the relationship is close, and in Han Chuang's generation, Lin Donghua, the head of the Lin family, gave him the most favored youngest daughter Lin Jiangxue.

The two of them are talented and beautiful, it was a match made in heaven, but with the news that Han Chuang could not condense the martial spirit, all the prosperity came to naught; just a few days ago, the Lin family sent someone to the Qingzhu Sect to inform Han Chuang of the divorce.

Han Chuang suffered this great humiliation, so he took a risk and took the Broken Intestine Grass, hoping to use the poison of the Broken Intestine Grass to stimulate the martial soul in his body, and the man and woman guarding his bedside at this moment were Han Chuang's master Liu Hengbo and his daughter Liu Qingfu in the Qingzhu Sect.

Liu Qingfu once again dipped a towel in some cold water and applied it to Han Chuang's forehead, hoping to lower his body temperature - she understood that the poisonous effect of the Broken Intestine Grass came from the inside out, that is, cold water could relieve the temperature on the surface of the body, but it could not suppress the heat poison in the body.

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes again, dragging a long line of water on her cheeks.

"Daddy, are you really unable to detoxify the poison of the intestinal grass?" Liu Qingfu said sadly.

Liu Hengbo didn't answer, just turned his back to his daughter, sighed, and the small thatched house fell silent. After a while, Liu Hengbo spoke: "Qingfu, you guard here, I have to go back to the sect." ”

Liu Qingfu said "um", then did not speak, with a pair of red and swollen eyes like peach pits, she looked at the unconscious Han Chuang gently. When Liu Hengbo saw it, he sighed silently, left a pill, and turned to leave.

"If he can wake up today, I will give him this pill that strengthens Peiyuan, if he doesn't wake up, hey, everything is fate, for Chuang'er, this is not a relief. Liu Hengbo's voice came from outside the house, but the figure had disappeared.

At this moment, if Han Chuang, who was lying on the bed, knew that there were still two people in the world who would worry about him and feel sad for him, he would definitely regret what he had done, but unfortunately, he had no chance to correct his mistakes.

There will always be strange things in the world, such as Zhuang Shengxiaomeng, borrowing the corpse to return the soul, the soul traveling, no one knows what the end of death is, hell - or another space.

It was pitch black, and Han Chuang, a college student, said silently to the vastly wisp of remnant soul in the void: "Go ahead, I will finish the unfinished business for you." ”

The remnant soul groaned and laughed, finally giving up resistance and becoming one with Han Chuang's soul - he opened his eyes.

"Senior brother, you're awake!"

A female voice crying with joy aroused Han Chuang's idea, and his eyes flowed over, only to see a woman in green with tears in the corners of her eyes, but her eyebrows were smiling, sitting in front of the bed, leaning forward, her forehead lowered, and her trembling shoulders all showed her concern for him.

"Teacher, senior sister-" Han Chuang subconsciously shouted, his voice was a little dry, but full of gratitude. He smiled bitterly and said secretly: "It turns out that you are still influencing me." ”

devoured the remnant soul and digested the memory, Han Chuang was in dealing with people, and he was inevitably affected by his predecessor, just like seeing Liu Qingfu, he felt extremely kind, and in this kindness, there was even hidden love.

"So you like her. ”

Han Chuang shook his head and sighed silently. likes a woman, but dies for another woman he has never met, and he doesn't know whether his predecessor's death is worth it or not.

Liu Qingfu obviously didn't know that at that moment, Han Chuang thought so much, and seeing that he could still recognize himself, he couldn't help but burst into tears and laughed, and choked up: "Senior brother, you finally woke up, eat this pill quickly, Daddy said to let you eat it as soon as you wake up." ”

As he spoke, he took the pill, helped Han Chuang up, and poured him another glass of water.

Han Chuang's face was reflected on the surface of the water, his face was pale, but he could see that the original handsome was eight points similar to the college students in his previous life.

He took the pill and looked at it for a long time, only to feel that this black pill was nothing special, and thought, "Does this thing really work?" Seeing Liu Qingfu's Xiyi look, he closed his eyes and took it.

The pill melts in the mouth, and a cool meaning spreads from the chest, to the limbs, and then circulates back and forth, moisturizing the internal organs, so uncomfortable!

"It turns out that this is the elixir. He said secretly in his heart, but when he looked up, he saw that Liu Qingfu had been staring at him intently, and his gentle eyes revealed nervousness, and even Yin Hong's lips were trembling slightly.

Han Chuang smiled: "Senior sister, what's wrong with you, you won't fall into evil." ”

Liu Qingfu's apricot face was flying, and her green fingers poked lightly on Han Chuang's forehead, and reprimanded: "Little Han Zi has the ability, don't you dare to tease the senior sister, if it weren't for your initial recovery from a serious illness, I would have to slap you." The words changed and said faintly: "You know what I'm concerned about, your martial soul-"

She said this carefully, for fear of irritating Han Chuang.

When Han Chuang heard the word "martial soul", his expression instantly became bitter: Originally, his predecessor had lost his life, and he did produce a martial soul, and it was a mutated martial soul in the shape of a human eye.

Don't underestimate this, the subtle effect can help me better control the body, and achieve twice the result with half the effort when cultivating; to put it bluntly, as long as Han Chuang has seen the martial arts, with the subtle effect, can be simulated; when fighting, being able to see through any flaws in the opponent's martial arts is equivalent to restraining the vast majority of martial spirits, so to speak, this ability can be called a metamorphosis in a metamorphosis.

When Han Chuang devoured the remnant soul, he wanted to leave it behind, but he didn't want a strange purple vortex to suddenly arise behind him, drowning the martial soul in an instant, where it went at this moment, whether it still had a role, but he didn't know.

He smiled wryly and shook his head, "Damn! What the hell is that whirlpool?" He thought, and spread his hands helplessly at Liu Qingfu.

Liu Qingfu's gaze instantly turned into disappointment, but it was quickly replaced by a sweet smile, "It's okay, Xiao Hanzi cultivates so fast, even if he doesn't have a martial soul, he will become a generation of masters!"

Although he knew that Qingfu was comforting him, Han Chuang still smiled happily when he heard this, and only felt that this senior sister was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Thank you, Senior Sister. ”

Han Chuang couldn't help but reach out and stroke the long hair on Liu Qingfu's forehead, the soft touch made his heart flutter, this action made the two of them stunned at the same time, and stood for a moment.

Liu Qingfu blushed and lowered her head shyly, not knowing what she had in mind. After a while, she raised her head and said faintly: "Senior brother, I'll help you go out to bask in the sun." ”

Han Chuang nodded with a smile and said, "I haven't been in the sun for a long time. Let Liu Qingfu help him out of the hut.

At this time, the morning sun in the eastern sky is beginning to appear, the glow is beautiful, dazzling, the warm sunlight is cast on the body, which makes people feel the joy of life;

Han Chuang's heart moved, and he suddenly said, "Senior sister, do you remember what you taught me?

Liu Qingfu glanced at Han Chuang in surprise, at this moment, she suddenly felt that the little Hanzi she was once familiar with had become a little unfamiliar, but looking at his warm smile, the word "no" was swallowed in her throat.

"Okay, no problem. Liu Qingfu said

Placing Han Chuang on a flat stone and sitting down, she came to the middle of the clearing among the wild flowers, shook her head, and shouted, "Look at it, little Hanzi!"

As soon as the words fell, his palms came out in front and back, and he walked back and forth with the steps of gossip, walking faster and faster, attracting gusts of wind under his feet.

The Pingbo Liuyun Palm was only the lowest-level martial art of the Qingzhu Sect, and it was used for the entry of foreign disciples, and its attack power was mediocre, but through Liu Qingfu's use, it added a kind of beauty.

But seeing her shuttling among the flowers, her palm shadow flying, her posture twisting, the fairy in the flowers, dancing frequently, but that's it.

Han Chuang's eyes narrowed, and there was surprise in his gaze.

Liu Qingfu took a full breath, a sharp point, a standing palm from the chest, and then elbows out of the palm, palm after palm, in the flowers; in an instant, the palm wind sounded, the petals floated in the air, and were rolled by the palm wind, falling into a whirlpool.

At this moment, a faint blue circle of light appeared behind her, and at this moment, the palm technique changed again, as if the sea was tidal, and thousands of white exercises surged on the sea, hitting forward, and there was a faint roaring sound between the palms, like huge waves crashing against the reef.

Han Chuang knew that this was the effect of Liu Qingfu's sea tide martial soul and the flat wave flowing cloud palm technique, every palm she issued was like a tsunami of stacked waves, and the palm technique was like a thousand piles of white waves, and the strength was stacked, making it impossible to resist.

Han Chuang thought to himself: "The Tsunami Martial Soul is worthy of being a mutated natural martial soul, an ordinary set of flat wave flowing cloud palms, with the blessing of the martial soul, it has such power, it has both speed and strength, dazzling, and it is incomprehensible." ”

At this moment, a purple vortex faintly appeared behind Han Chuang, and at the same time as the purple light flashed in the opposite movement: the palm technique that was originally as fast as lightning seemed to be slowing down, and one move and one style were clearly played in front of Han Chuang.

Palms, palms, paces, and even changes in rhythm and true qi, any wind and grass passed through his eyes and into Han Chuang's heart, making him feel clear and clear

"Is this what it is?"

Han Chuang was speechless with excitement, and a kind of realization was born in his heart, as if all the flaws in his senior sister's flat wave flowing cloud palm were presented in his eyes one by one.

He thought to himself, "It's strange, I clearly remember that the vortex devoured the martial soul, why can I see the flaws in the martial arts now?"

Han Chuang suddenly had an idea - that mysterious purple vortex was his martial spirit, and its function was two words: devour!