A small dim lamp hung in the air, leaving a black shadow behind a white shadow.

"Let go of me, what are you going to do......!" Ling Han struggled, but was still gagged by his stinky socks. He tried hard to look at the white shadow behind him, but the white shadow only gently stroked him twice, and Ling Han didn't need any strength at all.

Ling Han lay on the table, ** upper body, revealing his white skin like a transparent skin, people are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, Ling Han didn't know what this white shadow who didn't know if it was a woman or a female ghost wanted to do, so he had to resign himself to fate.

Waiting is the longest despair, especially waiting under the control of others, and no one knows what will happen in the next second.

The white shadow seemed to be very satisfied admiring his prey, although Ling Han couldn't see it, he could feel that the white shadow's eyes had been staring at him, and his sharp gaze seemed to pierce his skin. His heart was pounding, and fear that he had never felt before hit him.

The cold scent of plum blossoms suddenly approached, and he felt a cool, sharp object run through his lumbar spine to his back, striking twice on the piece of jade he had been wearing since he was three years old, and then turning to his shoulder.

Is it a knife? Ling Han asked himself in his heart.

Before he could give himself an answer, a sharp pain came from his shoulder.

It's not a knife! It's like a steel needle! It's thicker than a steel needle! It's a hairpin! This perverted woman, he greeted Bai Ying's ancestors for the eighteenth generation and the twentieth generation of descendants in his heart, especially wishing her to have a child without asshole, but still can't stop Bai Ying from handling her prey. Ling Han felt the last bit of resistance from his skin, and the cool hard hairpin pierced helplessly into his shoulder.

The white shadow skillfully pierced one hairpin after another, as if the Weaver Girl was playing with his brocade, and the silver-white hairpin flew in her hand. It's just that Ling Han is not so relaxed, he feels that his shoulder is pierced again and again, blood is like an infusion, after gritting his teeth and counting fifteen hairpins, his dark eyes are finally covered with white frost, and the last remaining thought is: Tingling! I will definitely pay it back!

Long nights, long pains.

"Hiss......", a trace of pain in his shoulder made him open his eyes, I am still alive!

"Dad!" Ling Han cried out aggrievedly, and the tears in his eyes almost flowed out.

"Han'er, you have suffered! It's okay now, there is a father!" Ling Changfeng's eyes were also red, at the door of his own house, his son had been hurt so much, Ling Changfeng was very angry, and he had the resentment of tearing the enemy apart in his heart, and the guilt for this son was even deeper.

The wound on Ling Han's shoulder had been wrapped in white gauze, and there was a cool feeling, but there was still some slight pain, it must have been coated with some elixir.

"Han'er, who hurt you? Dad must have broken him into pieces!" Ling Changfeng said.

"Dad, I didn't see it clearly, I only knew that it was a woman!" Ling Han said

"Female?" Ling Changfeng searched in his mind for the recently famous female devil, but he felt that this method was not quite similar. "Han'er, Dad will definitely find out! You can take care of your injuries! Sister-in-law Wang, hurry up and get Han'er something to eat, she hasn't eaten for three days. ”

Ling Han drank the hot and fragrant chicken soup, which must be Chef Huo's craftsmanship, while looking at the nurse with a kind face.

"Nurse, how did I get back? Did I sleep for three days?"

"Child, I was really anxious to die that night, I couldn't find you, the lord went to find the lord of Cloud City, and transferred three thousand ironclad troops to look for you together, searching door to door, it is strange to say, I didn't find you all night, early the next morning, Lao Wu, who managed the warehouse, found you at the door of the backyard. There must have been a kind person who saved you and bandaged the wound on your shoulder. But you just didn't wake up, but fortunately, the old man said that your pulse was stable and there was no danger of your life, which made me breathe a sigh of relief. The lord stayed by your side for three days and three nights, and you finally woke up. Amitabha "Nurse Wang wiped the tears that flowed out, but as soon as she finished wiping them, the tears gushed out again.

"Nurse, I'm fine, isn't this good!" Ling Han comforted, thinking of what happened to him, Ling Han was also a little afraid, what kind of hatred did that ghostly white shadow have with him, would he treat himself like this, and who saved him? In the end, he couldn't get rid of the child's heart, and after thinking for a while, Ling Han didn't bother to think about it.

Relying on his young age and fast recovery, Ling Han's injuries healed in a month, leaving only fifteen soybean-like scars, but fortunately, it was on his shoulders, which did not affect his pale and handsome face, and Ling Han didn't care.

In this month, Ling Changfeng seemed to make up for the guilt of this son, so he often came to see Ling Han, and also asked about the situation of being swept away by the white shadow at that time, Ling Han told him what happened in the backyard, Ling Changfeng went to the backyard to investigate again, and found Ling Han's blood stains on the table in the small building, which shocked Ling Changfeng, which showed that when he was in the small building in the backyard, the white shadow and Ling Han should still be in the small building, but with his superhuman perception ability, he didn't find it, it seems that the white shadow's martial arts cultivation is either above himself, or there is some secret method that can cover his breath。

After some exploration, there was no substantive result, but the relationship between father and son had a good change after this crisis, and Ling Changfeng promised Ling Han that he could go to the martial arts field to practice martial arts, which made Ling Han excited.

It turned out that before, Ling Changfeng had never let Ling Han contact martial arts, Ling Han could only secretly envy Ling Xiao in his heart for being able to get his father's permission, as early as two years ago, he started the cultivation of martial arts, although Ling Han only had two years of cultivation, and he could only be regarded as a real martial artist if he could achieve skin training, maybe this was just a little compensation from Ling Changfeng to his son. You must know that if you can go from cultivating without any foundation to cultivating your skin in two years, it is really one in a million. Even so, Ling Han was still very content and happy, and there was a smile in his dark eyes, not only that he could cultivate martial arts, but that his father could now pay a little attention to himself.

"Bell~~Bell~~Bell~~~" A distant bell rang from the bell tower of the martial arts arena.

The martial arts arena is in the middle of the Ling Mansion, representing the status of martial arts in the Ling family. A tall hall is solemn, and in the middle of the hall is enshrined the portrait of the ancestor of the Ling family, who is a long-bearded old man with a fairy wind, this ancestor is the founder of the Ling family, and he is also the great god of contemplation, and he is also a generation of Tianjiao in that era. On each side stood a group of people, some with yellow hair and some with drooping hair, all with their hands hanging and their heads bowed.

"Kowtow to the Ancestor!" the presiding elder in a white-clothed Taoist costume called out to Ling Han.

Ling Han looked at Ling Changfeng, his father was looking at him with approving eyes, which made Ling Han's heart warm. He respectfully poured three incense sticks on the ancestor's incense burner, and then reverently knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

"Enter my martial arts sect, become my martial arts person, follow my Dao Chinese law, and cultivate my essence!" the presiding elder read. "Ling Han, from today onwards, you are a feather-level martial artist, you must work hard to cultivate and inherit my martial arts spirit. ”

"Yes, Elder!" Ling Han replied respectfully!

Martial arts cultivation is actually through the practice of exercises, to achieve the tempering of the human body, rebirth, washing the marrow, and finally to achieve the condensation of the essence and spirit, and to achieve the realm of transcendence and immortality. The moves in the exercises are naturally a killing weapon, but the corresponding moves in the martial arts must be supplemented by the corresponding mental methods, and most of the top mental methods that can achieve martial arts are calm, the higher the level of cultivation, the more clever the tricks, and the more good the mental methods, this is the difference from the demon world, and the demon world is the opposite, the higher the level, the more evil the mental method, and the more vicious the moves. So the battle between man and demon is not only a race fight, but also a battle between good and evil

"Next, read the Ten Commandments of the Martial Arts, you must remember: 1. Do not deceive, 2. Do not steal, 3. Do not commit adultery, 4. Do not rob tombs, 5. Do not rob, 6. Do not kill, 7. Do not kill yourself, 8. Do not betray your family, 9. Do not deceive your teacher, and 10. Do not destroy your ancestors. ”

"Yes!Elder!, Ling Han remember!" Ling Han said. As soon as he raised his head, his eyes collided with his brother Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao's eyes were full of disdain, as if to say: Boy, even if your father asks you to practice martial arts, you will be trampled under my feet! Ling Han couldn't help but be secretly ruthless in his heart, you must get ahead! The elder's words interrupted Ling Han's thoughts,

"Let the ancestor choose the master for you", said the shaking hexagram with words, the hexagram collided with each other in the bamboo tube, making a "pop" sound, and a hexagram jumped out as if it had been inspired.

Everyone watched as the presiding elder slowly picked up the hexagram stick, and looked at the name on the hexagram stick, the originally expressionless elder suddenly raised his eyebrows, looked at Ling Han, and said, "Ling Han, the ancestor's will cannot be violated, no matter who your mentor is, you must respect the teacher and pass it on from generation to generation!"

"Yes, Elder!" Ling Han said. Everyone was waiting eagerly, looking at the presiding elder, and they all wanted to know whose door Ling Han's worship would be.

"The ancestor is on top, and Ze is descended. Ling Han, worship under Ling Changye's door!"

As soon as everyone heard Ling Changye's name, they all laughed secretly, and Ling Xiao even smiled, as if to say, you kid is worthy of worshipping him as a master.

"What, my disciples, I don't accept disciples!" a gruff voice shouted from behind.

Ling Han looked back, a middle-aged man with a disheveled belly was lying on the edge of the pillar munching on a chicken leg, and there was a wine gourd next to him, dripping wine, and he didn't know when he came in or how he got in.

Ling Changfeng looked at this sloppy man, his brows furrowed, but he didn't say anything, this was his younger brother, Ling Changye.

The presiding elder said: "This is not up to you, this is the will of the ancestor!" As he spoke, he took out the hexagram from his hand, with Ling Changye's name written on it.

It turns out that every newcomer who worships martial arts will randomly select their own instructor from among the martial arts masters, and only masters who have reached the realm of Shujin can open the door to receive apprentices. Generally, to cultivate to Shu Jin, you need to practice three times in winter and three times in summer, and Ling Changye is an outlier who relaxes your muscles, he is delicious by nature, and he is not diligent in cultivation, but his cultivation efficiency is surprising, others smell the chicken and dance, and the cultivation of hanging beams and stabbing stocks, and he has drunk and flesh every day, but he has also cultivated to the height of Shu Jin, which makes other martial artists all envious, jealous and hateful.

I saw that after Ling Changye heard this, he looked impatient, wiped his mouth with his greasy hand, wiped his hands on the dirty robe, walked to Ling Han leisurely, patted Ling Han's head, and said, "Okay, since it is what the ancestor meant, then I will reluctantly embarrass it!"

Seeing this, Ling Han hurriedly knelt on his knees and said, "Thank you, Master!" Ling Changye mentioned Ling Han and said with a smile: "Don't be busy, this apprenticeship ceremony is always necessary, well, in this way, prepare ten jars of fine wine, three fat chickens, and ten catties of beef for me......" Ling Changye did not shy away from wiping the drool, looking at Ling Han's eyes, it seemed that Ling Han had turned into a fat chicken with fine wine.

Ling Han looked at his father at a loss, only to see that Ling Changfeng was also helpless looking at Ling Changye, the younger brother who had grown up together.

"Nagano, I'll deliver these apprenticeship gifts to your residence!" Ling Changfeng said, "But what gift do you have for your newly accepted disciple?"

Ling Changye scratched his ears and cheeks for a long time, he really didn't find anything in his clothes, hesitated for a long time, put his left hand into his right sleeve, and took out something wrapped in brown paper, only to see him look at this object with his eyes, lick his tongue, swallow his saliva, and then resolutely threw it to Ling Han, and glanced at the paper bag reluctantly. Ling Han took the paper bag, carefully opened the kraft paper, and a fragrance came to his nose, which turned out to be a yellow and clear chicken thigh.