In the vast night sky, the bright stars blink their eyes like elves, mischievously and cutely. The bright full moon in the shape of a jade disc seemed to be above the heads of the three of them, within reach. The brilliant moonlight poured down like flowing water, coating the earth with a layer of silver frost.

Looking into the distance, the beautiful scenery of splashed ink landscape paintings in the distance is reflected with the development of Chinese lanterns blooming in many construction sites, which makes people fascinated.

At present, the Guozhou area is facing the spring breeze of "reforming the old and developing the economy", and has begun to plan and break ground at all levels.

On the rocks on the hillside, the three of them chatted with great interest. At this time, he held his breath and looked up, and slowly took out his flute and played the song "Looking at the Starry Sky".

The flute sounds gracefully and melodiously. This clear and graceful song, like the heart of Yingtian at this time, slowly stretches into the distance, over the layers of mountains, through the dense forests, and also floats between the buildings and houses, stretching and lingering.

Ye Zhihan listened quietly for a long time, and when her heart fluctuated, she should also sing in a low voice to the music: "Even if you turn into a meteor and leave resolutely...... You will always shine in my heart......"

Yingtian faintly heard Ye Zhihan's beautiful singing, looking at the shining stars in the sky, and her heart was already surging. His eyes blurred as he stared at the brightest star, and he seemed to see his father's gentle smiling face, although it was so distant, it seemed to feel warmth, and then silently hid it in his heart.

When Yingtian returned home, it was already late. His mother, who had been waiting in the hall for a long time, smiled at him, nodded, and silently entered the back room.

After waiting for a long time, the child did not return, and the mother's heart was haggard. Seeing that the person has returned, everything is meaningless.

Yingtian wanted to explain to her mother, but when she saw that she had closed the door and turned off the lights and fell asleep silently, she had to sigh softly. When he saw his haggard mother's expression so calm, he felt apprehensive and blamed himself.

After a while, he stopped thinking about it and walked lightly to the back door. After yesterday's actual battle, Yingtian has a lot of insights into martial arts, and he needs to hurry up and digest it.

Because of the record of the police station and the constraints of the Yanguo Martial Alliance, although Yingtian knew that under normal circumstances, Tang Shaoliang and several of his senior brothers would not come to his house to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, but it was inevitable that he would not take revenge on his way to school. Therefore, what he is most eager for at the moment is to improve his realm as soon as possible and enhance his strength.

In the dark and bleak grove behind the house, there was silence. Still on the cyan slate, sitting on the sky. His eyes are slightly open, his upper body is straight, and he holds a fixed seal.

Si Du walked over quietly, curled up and lay aside. Its closed eyes occasionally opened, staring sadly in one direction.

That place was a newly erected mound a few meters away from Yingtian, which the family had built especially for my father. Since it is believed that the deceased is gone, a grave is erected to commemorate the funeral.

At this time, Yingtian opened his eyes and felt real. After taking a deep breath, he wrapped his hands around his chest, from slow to fast, and from time to time there was a sound of "whirring", clenching his fists vigorously. During the repeated operation of Zhou Tian, he opened his mouth slightly and swallowed evenly, and the bones of his whole body "snapped".

The trace of strange gas in Yingtian's body swam again, imperceptibly soaking in the acupoints and meridians of the whole body. He began to feel some tingling around his body, and some tempered pain.

With the wandering traction of the magical qi filament, there is actually a fighting spirit slowly infiltrating into the lower dantian, and there are traces of precipitation and condensation. Although there is very little fighting energy seeping in at the moment, Yingtian is surprised. Because it is impossible for other quenching martial artists to open the lower dantian, let alone "collect and store" the fighting qi.

If he continues to condense his fighting qi, he will have more internal qi available than other quenching martial artists when fighting, and he will be able to fight more durably!

In this regard, Yingtian was overjoyed. In fact, what he didn't know was that although the dantian under his Guan Yuan acupoint had already been opened, it was because of the effect of that mysterious qi that he could condense the fighting qi.

Having more fighting energy in his body will enable him to make his body more resistant and durable when he practices exercises such as "Astral Celestial Incineration Ceremony" and "Sun Lan Moon Heart Formula", and he will be more able to endure pain and comprehend more easily when practicing, and the success rate of cultivating the exercises will be higher!

Not long after, Yingtian stood up, the aura of his whole body became even thicker, and his martial arts realm seemed to have reached the late stage of the sixth layer of quenching.

Yingtian smiled slightly with satisfaction, and waved his fist vigorously, the fist wind "whirring" directly, and he felt that his punch was stronger now.

Moreover, when Yingtian was cultivating and advancing just now, through yesterday's battle, he finally understood the third move of the "Hongling Sword Technique", "Hanging Water and Falling Flowers".

He believed that with some practice, he would be able to perform this move in its entirety. But it takes a lot of effort to integrate the first three moves of swordsmanship, so as to achieve the realm of ease and mastery.

After all, "Hongling Sword Technique" is a high-grade martial art at the Xuan level, and only the Yingtian of the quenching realm is not something that can be learned and practiced overnight.

Anyway, today's harvest is quite big. Yingtian felt that if he fought against that white-faced man in the late stage of the ninth layer of quenching, he would be defeated within a few moves.

During this time, through hard work, Han Bing has grown into a martial artist at the peak realm of the second layer of the quenching body.

As if stimulated by his father's affairs, Xiao Hanbing became even more silent, and there was a faint strange aura on his body. His eyes are no longer as clear and bright as before, as if he has some cold stories, giving people a sense of oppression and coldness.

Although Fu'er is still not so enthusiastic about martial arts cultivation and is not attentive enough, she now also has the strength of a mid-stage martial artist at the first level of quenching.

Yingtian often pays attention to his younger siblings, teasing them as usual, worrying that they will have problems in their hearts and take the wrong path because of changes in their families.

Now, my mother is getting up more and more early and busy at night. She was already in poor health, and without her father's help and massage, her face became more and more pale. Yingtian saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

In the early hours of Sunday morning, after the family finished breakfast, Yingtian argued with the two siblings and their mother, wanting to use their spare time to pick up garbage and waste to supplement the family. In the end, the mother had to face up to the reality and agreed to their request without affecting their studies.

Chunhe really has no choice, she knows the situation at home very well, in order to support her children to go to college, she can't persevere alone.

In this way, the three siblings have one more meaningful thing to do. These days, they often go to pick up garbage and collect waste after school.

On this Saturday morning, Yingtian looked at the mountains of waste and debris in the firewood room in the backyard, and said to Miaofu: "Fu'er, let's go to the town today to sell the waste, right?" He knew that Fu'er was smart, and often accompanied her mother to the market to sell vegetables, and she was quite good at bargaining.

Fu'er happily agreed, "Okay, brother." ”

"Han Bing is practicing at home in Weng Lin, so I won't call him." Yingtian said as he began to sort and bundle piles of waste.

Because they miss their father, the three brothers and sisters gave an alias to the grove behind the house a few days ago, which is what he called "Jia Weng Lin".

After saying goodbye to his mother, Yingtian strode out of the house with two large bundles of waste that were pressed solidly, and Miaofu also followed behind him with a back of the rope. Both siblings have the strong bodies of warriors, and this weight is no longer a problem.

The four duly wagged their long tails and reluctantly followed for a long distance, and returned home in a huff under Yingtian's shouting.

Chunhe looked at the backs of the two children and sighed softly, her tears were hazy and full of sadness, and she felt helpless.