The ancestral hall of Ningfu has turned into a ruin, and it is no longer magnificent.

The second master of Ning Mansion, dressed in a blue robe, stood in front of the ruins, his face gloomy.

waited until dawn to see the grizzled Uncle Ning Mansion coming out of the ruins.

The two looked at each other.

"Still there?"

"Yes."

"You don't look right."

"Someone broke through."

After a brief exchange, Uncle Ning ordered a thorough investigation of the fire in the ancestral hall.

The maid Xiaoju allowed the little young master to break into the ancestral hall privately, and was originally going to be killed with a cane, but fortunately, the eldest lady Ning Xitao came forward to intercede, and was finally expelled from the Ning Mansion to save a small life.

A charred corpse was dug up from the ruins, and after identifying the remaining clothes, it was determined that it was left by Mo Hansheng, who broke into the fire scene to save people.

The Ning family has a big business, so naturally they will not make a fuss about the death of a subordinate.

Early the next morning, the people of the Ning Mansion sent the body of "Mo Hansheng" back to the Mo family.

Father Mo cried loudly, scolding "unfilial", "white-haired people send black-haired people" and the like.

Mo Dachun and his wife panicked for a while, and they also yelled.

A subordinate of the Ning Mansion held a box and sent it to Mo's father, explaining: "Mo Hansheng is the savior, this is a hundred taels of silver from the eldest lady of my family. ”

The crying in the courtyard stopped abruptly.

At this time, Mo Mu, who came out of the house, suddenly heard the bad news and fainted on the spot.

Not far away, Mo Hansheng, who was hiding behind a hidden bush, saw this scene and his eyes were cracking.

"Calm down." A yellow-skinned mouse climbed up on his shoulder, "You're too weak now, going out will only hurt them." ”

Mo Hansheng slapped his palm angrily on the trunk of the tree, and his fingers left five faint blood marks on the rough bark.

After a long time, the turbulent mood gradually calmed down.

He turned away, running for miles before stopping.

"Mouse."

"Huh?"

"I want to cultivate immortals!" Mo Hansheng's eyes were unprecedentedly resolute.

The rat laughed.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Shi Shan, and I am the guide on your path to cultivating immortals."

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When the moon is in the sky, silver light is sprinkled all over the earth.

Mo Hansheng sat by the campfire, holding a bloody deer leg in his hand, and forcibly bit off a piece of raw meat and began to devour it.

He was biting, chewing, and swallowing expressionlessly, and soon his entire hind leg was swallowed into his stomach.

His mouth was full of blood, and he turned his head and asked, "This is what you said about cultivating immortals?" ”

"The first step of cultivating immortals is to refine and refine qi, and the monk refines the essence in his body by swallowing the Yuan Qi between heaven and earth. If you don't have enough qi and blood, you will not only get half the result, but also be more likely to hurt your body. Ishiyama sat in front of the campfire, his pale yellow fluff glowing red from the firelight.

"Replenish qi and blood by eating raw flesh and blood?" Mo Hansheng was thoughtful.

"In addition to replenishing qi and blood, the set of internal strength and mental techniques I taught you can also help you open up or even slightly widen your meridians. After all, in the future cultivation, the flow position of the aura is also in the eight veins of the human body. In the current shabby conditions, this is the best choice. Shi Shan found an iron skewer out of nowhere, and skewered a few pieces of fatty venison and put them next to the fire, "But the key is that there is no suitable cultivation method now." ”

Mo Hansheng looked at it silently.

"Don't look at me like that." Shi Shan spread his hands and said that he was also helpless, "No way, the exercises I learned are not suitable for you." Although I did see a lot of exercises that worked for you in the early years, I couldn't have predicted that this would be the case today. These things that are not helpful to me in vain, I naturally do not waste energy to collect. ”

"For today's plan, joining a small immortal cultivation sect is the fastest shortcut for a fishing village kid like you who has no background."

"There are too many good materials in those big sects, and it is difficult to enter them with idle qualifications, and people may not accept you if you travel thousands of miles and rivers, and the risk is too great to be cost-effective; The small sect is shabby and searching, it is full of trivial and things, chicken feathers, and if you are assigned to miscellaneous errands after getting started, it will only waste time, so it is better not to go. ”

Mo Hansheng said: "When you say this, you must have made up your mind in your heart. ”

Ishiyama replied, "As far as I can remember, the closest place to this place is the Sunset Sect located on Sunset Mountain. ”

"Sunset Sect?" Mo Hansheng grabbed a handful of snow and cleaned the blood stains on his face, "Doesn't sound very lucky." ”

"When you really set foot in the world of cultivating immortals, you will know that these nonsense rumors circulating in the market are groundless and unbelievable." Shi Shan shook his head, flicked the half-cut tail behind him, and said, "This is a long way to go, and it is inevitable that you will encounter fierce beasts blocking the way and bandits blocking the pass. Now I can only flee when I meet a wild cat on the side of the road, and I can only rely on you to temporarily practice some worldly martial arts to open the way for the enemy. ”

"Sweeping, chopping, dialing, cutting, sweeping, nai, chopping, and sudden, it turns out that this is the reason why you taught me to practice the eight methods in the sword." Mo Hansheng glanced at the meat skewers that were grilled until they were fragrant, and even if his stomach was full at the moment, he couldn't help but be a little speechless.

"These eight-style sword moves are the most basic and the most practical, you will take the road of cultivating immortals in the future, and I will not use those flashy moves if you learn them. You have been fishing in rivers since you were a child, your reaction and skills are far beyond ordinary people, and your strength is not ordinary, and it is much easier to practice martial arts than ordinary people. And in the process of practicing the knife, it can in turn improve your reaction and skills, which is also very beneficial for fighting with people after cultivating immortals in the future. Maybe you may not be aware of the effect at ordinary times, but it may save your life at a critical moment. Shi Shan already felt his somewhat burning gaze, and waved his hand to drive away, "If you know, go and practice the knife and go farther!" ”

A gust of wind hit, and the yellow-skinned mouse that was about to take a bite of barbecue was directly lifted out a foot away.

On the blackened charcoal pile, the blazing flames turned into sporadic flames in an instant.

"My meat!" A rat planted in a snowdrift struggled to his feet, his tiny claws clutching at the bare iron stick, filled with grief and anger.

"I'm going to practice knives." Mo Hansheng picked up the knife and stood up, holding back a smile.

The rat returned to the fire, bored and roasting meat, while watching a young man dressed in black swing his knife in the moonlight, in the wind and snow.

As the night grew darker, a freshly peeled deerskin sat by the campfire.

The mouse lifted the corner of the deerskin, glanced back at the boy who was still practicing his knife on the snow, got into the warm belly of the deerskin, and chose a comfortable place to fall asleep.

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In the early morning, the sun is slightly warm, and the snow and ice are faintly showing signs of melting.

There was a commotion in the yellow-brown deerskin, a fist-sized bulge appeared around the edge, and a reddish head poked out of it.

Shi Shan opened his sleepy eyes, let out a mouthful of white vapor, jumped into the snow and rolled back and forth to scrub his blood-stained fur.

Not far away, there was a burst of angry cheers.

A thin teenager keeps swinging a knife in the sun, in the spring.

"Stop."

Mo Hansheng looked back when he heard the sound, his drooping eyelids were slightly sleepy, but his bright black eyes were full of excitement.

Shi Shan smiled and said, "It's time to go." ”

Mo Hansheng crouched down and reached for it, and Shi Shan climbed up his shoulder along that arm.

The young man walked on the road, and the warm morning light shone on his tall body.

The cold winter retreats, and the first breeze of spring blows the clothes and sends them off silently.