Under the autumn sun, above the top of the mountain.

A wine gourd hung high on the branch, a wisp of bright white wine flew down, and fell impartially into a mouth below, "Poof!" A peanut was hitting the wine gourd, and the wine gourd fell straight down, and was about to fall to the ground, but was caught by a greasy hand, which held up the wine gourd, and drank two large sips before he put down the wine gourd with satisfaction, revealing a red and drunken face, it was Ling Han's martial arts master Ling Changye. Ling Changye looked at Ling Han who was on his upper body under the sun in the distance, and said, "There are still two hours!

After apprenticeship, Ling Han began to cultivate martial arts, but Ling Changye did not let him get in touch with the secrets of martial arts cultivation at first, but took Ling Han to climb the mountain every day. This mountain is called White Mountain, stretches for hundreds of miles, the highest peak is called Black Peak, up and down more than 1,000 stone steps.

It was the first day, Ling Changye took Ling Han to the foot of the White Mountain, and said, "Enter my door, you have to remember, I will do whatever I tell you to do, don't ask why!

Ling Han said: "Obey the master's orders!"

"Don't be crepe! Just say you know!"

"Yes, Master, I see!"

"Okay, follow me up the mountain, don't fall down the ten steps with me, otherwise you will look good! The two babies next to me will pick me up the mountain! Be careful, don't drop my good wine!"

After that, he was shy and went to the top of the mountain step by step. Ling Han looked to the side, and it turned out to be the wine and food that had been prepared a long time ago, a jar of wine, and a load of delicacies. Ling Han had no choice but to obediently carry the flat pole and follow the master up the mountain step by step.

At the beginning, Ling Han could still follow the master four or five steps, but after going up more than a hundred steps, he obviously felt his heart beating faster, panting like a cow, as the saying goes, there is no light burden on the long road, not to mention the heavy mountain.

After passing the three hundred steps, Ling Han obviously felt that his physical strength was exhausted, and he was sweating profusely, not only soaking through the Dao clothes, but also falling down the third and fourth steps. The burden on his shoulders now seemed to be weighing on his shoulders, and it was very difficult to go up every step, but Ling Han was born with a tenacity, he gritted his teeth and insisted, a child in his teens, as tenacious as this, Ling Changye secretly admired in his heart. Although this apprentice is always taciturn, and he is not quite right with his own character of wine and meat, he still likes this kind of child who is willing to endure hardships.

After going up to the five hundred steps, Ling Han's physical strength had been overdrawn to the limit, his shoulders were ground into a blur of flesh and blood, his two legs were as if they were filled with lead, and his calves were as hard as stones and swollen and painful.

Although Ling Changye had a big belly, the speed of going up the mountain didn't seem to change, and his face still didn't change, and he was leisurely.

But Ling Han was about to fall outside the tenth order, he stubbornly wanted to catch up, but his physical strength was unbearable, and the flat burden on his shoulders was about to slide down, he closed his eyes in despair, as if he had seen the scene of the wine altar falling to the ground and the wine splashing everywhere.

At this moment, a peanut flew over and hit Ling Han's lower abdomen, "Ah!" Ling Han screamed and a sharp pain spread throughout Ling Han's whole body from his lower abdomen, as if he had been electrocuted. But after this sharp pain, Ling Han felt a cold air gushing out of the dantian, flowing indiscriminately in his body, lowering the temperature in his body a lot, and feeling that his legs had momentum again, he quickly took advantage of this sudden strength to follow two steps.

In this way, whenever Ling Han was about to fall to the ninth order, he would be hit by it, either peanuts or chicken bones. It slammed into Ling Han's dantian as accurately as guidance, inspiring a breath of cold air.

On the first day, after receiving more than forty blows, Ling Han finally climbed to the top of the mountain. As soon as he arrived at the top of the mountain, Ling Han couldn't wait to unload the burden of wine and meat, sat on the ground with his ass, panting, and another peanut hit Ling Han's knee, making Ling Han feel excited and stand up.

"Lazy thing, hurry up and meditate on me, take off your shirt, here, don't go out of this circle!" Ling Changye drew a circle on the ground with a chicken leg bone.

Ling Han had to sit in the circle as usual. The top of the mountain is an open land of more than 100 square meters, the east side is the road up the mountain, the other three sides are the cliffs, at the top of the mountain, you can see the whole big city of Chrysanthemum Terrace, the bustling pedestrians at the east gate, the hawkers who shout everywhere in the market, the woodcutters who hurry with firewood, and the feather road people who are armed with weapons in groups of three or five.

The pavilions and pavilions of the Ling Mansion were also reflected in his eyes, and the backyard that made Ling Han's heart skip a beat was revealed in the shade of green trees, revealing a corner of the attic.

Smoke rose from the small city, Ling Changye also opened the wine jar, he found a place in the shade of a tree to sit comfortably, and began to drink and eat meat without looking at Ling Han. Ling Han didn't dare to ask more, so he had to meditate in the circle. At the beginning, Ling Han just sat in the circle, after a long time, it was inevitable that he would be bored, the child's heart could stand it, and just about to move his muscles and bones, a chicken bone flew over, painful like an electric shock. Ling Han had to look at his nose and his nose, and meditate calmly in the circle.

The autumn sun is still strong, and Ling Han is very uncomfortable, and inadvertently the slightest cold air in the dantian is like a naughty child running out, wandering around in his body, and the place where he has wandered has resisted the heat wave, and he feels much more comfortable. Ling Han also wanted to control the slightest bit of cold air, but he couldn't do it, so he had to let the cold air go and stop.

When the sun set and the tired crows returned to their nests, the drunken Ling Changye and the tired and miserable Ling Han returned to the house.

The next day, Ling Han's legs were swollen as if they were roasted, and his shoulders were also red, swollen and bleeding, but Ling Changye did not let him go, it was still the cultivation content of the previous day, which made Ling Han miserable, and still relied on the blow of peanuts to complete Ling Han's homework.

But in the evening, Ling Changye personally came to visit his apprentice. Ling Han was grateful, and felt that the master was still good. The master instructed his subordinates to get a bucket of warm water and let Ling Han take a bath.

"Good boy, this is the prescription that I have worked so hard to prepare, you can soak it in the water to ensure that all the limbs and bones will be comfortable!" Ling Changye said, pouring a small packet of powder into the wooden barrel, and there seemed to be a smell of roses.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Well, let's go inside!" A hint of cunning flashed in Ling Changye's bloodshot eyes.

It wasn't until he entered the wooden barrel filled with potions that Ling Han knew that pies falling from the sky were either traps or traps. As soon as he entered the wooden barrel, it was like sulfuric acid, and it was going to burn the skin around him, and it felt like thousands of knives cutting back and forth on every inch of skin, Ling Han instinctively shot out, but before he could jump out, he was pressed down by Ling Changye, who had a wicked smile on his face, and all of them were soaked in the potion except for the mouth and nose.

"Whew!" a miserable scream came from the courtyard where Ling Han lived.

The old man who swept the floor stopped his broom, the weeding servant put down his hoe, the maid who served the tea overturned the tea bowl, and the cook who cut the pier wiped his hand. The scream was heart-rending, as if it had struck everyone's heart.

The pain was not happy, this was Ling Han's feeling, with a breath of ruthlessness, Ling Han persevered, and after an hour, his body adapted to this pain, and his nerves were numb. Although this bath was a bit like a Hongmen bath, Ling Han still felt that he had gained something, and when he went up the mountain on the third day, he suffered a lot of peanuts.

This kind of study life persisted for three months, going up the mountain, meditating, descending the mountain, and taking a bath. The speed of going up the mountain is getting faster and faster, but Ling Han has never been dropped to the tenth order, and there are more and more wine and meat on his back, but Ling Changye will definitely not finish eating and packing and bring it back, when he meditates, the cold air is still like a naughty boy and Ling Han is catching and seeking, but Ling Han also figured out some of the habits of the cool air, the medicine in the bath water is getting heavier and heavier, but the pain that Ling Han feels is getting lighter and lighter. After such training, Ling Han's thin body became stronger, and after being stimulated by the medicine every day, Ling Han's bones also changed, and he actually grew a lot taller.

The daily repetition of homework made Ling Han feel bored, but Ling Changye had no intention of teaching other courses at all.

One day two months later, Ling Han plucked up the courage to ask Ling Changye, "Master, can I learn something new?"

Ling Changye was not angered by Ling Han's question, but said with a smile: "Yes!"

Ling Han was overjoyed, "Master, what are we going to study?"

"Drink!" Ling Changye threw the wine gourd to Ling Han, "You must drink it all!"

After that, he looked at Ling Han with ill intentions.

Ling Han was helpless, so he had no choice but to raise the wine gourd and take a sip of it.

"Ahh In the past, Chef Huo would also ask Ling Han to accompany him for a few drinks, but Chef Huo's wine was all jade liquid elixir, and the taste was long.

"Don't vomit! My wine is precious! How can my disciples not drink wine!"

Ling Han had no choice but to pinch his nose and drink up the pot of extremely unpalatable wine. However, although this wine is hot in the mouth, when it reaches the stomach, it turns into a cool air, which is quite similar to the cold air in his body.

"Don't be stupid and cold after drinking, quickly meditate, experience how to control the true qi in your body, regulate your breathing, and try to control it with your mind!" Ling Changye said. This is the first mantra to teach you luck, you can't stimulate your true qi by yourself yet, you can only use wine to assist, from the throat to the lower abdomen. ”

While listening, Ling Han meditated cross-legged, seriously experiencing the true qi inspired by this wine, and his mind was free from distractions, and all thoughts were silent.

After that, Ling Han's learning content was added every day, drinking. So, every evening, the master and apprentice would return to the house with a staggering walk full of alcohol.

Everyone laughed when they saw it, and if there is a teacher, there will be a disciple. In fact, only Ling Han could appreciate the master's good intentions and ingenuity.

One evening three months later, Ling Han in the barrel suddenly heard the sound of neat footsteps in the courtyard, and he hurriedly jumped out to look, only to see his father leading many heavily armed subordinates to the backyard.

Ling Han was curious and followed behind, and before he reached the backyard, he saw a white shadow standing on the roof of the attic, the hem of the white cloak fluttering slightly with the night breeze, seeing that the figure was the enemy who bullied him, Ling Han couldn't help but have fire in his eyes, and his black eyes flashed with a cold murderous aura.

More than 100 subordinates surrounded the courtyard in an orderly manner, and the soldiers were not chaotic at night, and they would not be alarmed in the chaos, which was the quality formed in the long-term struggle with the demons, especially the children and soldiers of the Ling family, all of them were elites.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency's name, why are you here late at night!" Ling Changfeng asked! The rest of his men also pressed the handle of the knife with their hands and put the bowstring on the arrow, just waiting for Ling Changfeng's instructions.