Sima Qian knew that people would eventually die, either heavier than Mount Tai, or as light as a feather. Chen Mo also knew that if he continued like this, the moment he died, he would definitely be lighter than a feather.

"Failed again."

Chen Mo sat cross-legged on the bed and opened his eyes, stopping the operation of qi and blood.According to the astral boundary, a human star martial artist uses qi and blood to temper his whole body, transcend the world, and reach the realm of earth immortals.

In the astral realm, martial artists who can't even reach the most basic 'Nine Turns of Qi and Blood' are destined to do nothing in this life, and they will be wiped out like dust.

Sighing, Yu Chen's miracle did not appear one day, and Chen Mo was not depressed.He had repeated this cultivation action for more than ten years, and he had already been disappointed in more than ten years, but Chen Mo was unwilling to be ordinary, so he never gave up the slightest possibility of struggling hope.

Chen Mo pushed open the window, and a white snow scene appeared leisurely in front of him, looking at it, the sky and the earth were covered with snow, ice flowers and jade trees.

"Good poetry, the young master is really a good poem."

Suddenly there was a girl's admiration from behind.

There is no need to look back, Chen Mo knows that it must be his personal maid Xiao Tao to take care of herself, every morning, she will always enter the house on time with a basin of hot water, don't look at Chen Mo can't even reach the turn of qi and blood, but life looks at the Dazhong Dynasty even if the warriors of the nine turns of qi and blood are envious and jealous.

"Although the young master can't practice martial arts, he can't compare with the star generals who inherited the star name of the Dazhong Dynasty." Xiao Tao said from the bottom of her heart.

"I don't have any literary talent." As soon as the cold wind was sent, Chen Mo shivered.

Xiao Tao said with concern: "It snowed heavily last night, young master, be careful of catching a cold." As she spoke, she asked the maid to add some charcoal to a few braziers in the house, and then closed the windows tightly, and the temperature in the house immediately rose, and it was as warm as spring.

"Young master, are you going for a morning run today?" Xiao Tao brought hot water to wash Chen Mo.

Smelling the chicken and dancing is Chen Mo's habit all along, although he has not been able to run his qi and blood for so many years, Chen Mo believes that exercising his physique every day will one day change.

After a hasty wash, Chen Mo instructed Xiao Tao's maids to keep warm, and then went out with clothes.

Several maids sighed when they saw Chen Mo working so hard in such a cold weather.

"Young Master Chen Mo is really good, he has been assigned to Qinglong Town for so many years, and he has no complaints, and he cares so much about us."

"Yes, the sisters of the other families will be scolded at every turn."

"It's a pity that the young master is so good, but he can't practice martial arts, what will he do in the future."

"Don't say it, do your job." Xiao Tao commanded, silently looking at Chen Mo's back, and remembering the casual verse again. Count the romantic characters, and look at the ...... of today's dynasty", Xiao Tao shook his head, this poem is a heroic statement from the young master's heart, but unfortunately in the Dazhong Dynasty, any heroic words must match the strength, otherwise it will just be reduced to the laughter of others.

Just like the current situation of Young Master Chen Mo......

Chen Mo shuddered, shrunk his shoulders, and jogged slowly on the trail, the weather was very cold, the wind was like a knife, scraping flesh and bones inch by inch, one word, it hurt.

At this time, the sky was not bright, and there were few pedestrians on the street, even the earliest pus had not yet gone out.

Qinglong Town, martial arts field.

A group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls were already boxing in the square, practicing qi and blood.

The Great Heavy Dynasty and even the entire Star Boundary, the Star is divided into Purple Micro Star, Sky Star, Earth Star and Human Star.

There are nine turns of qi and blood, three flowers on the top, big and small thunder tribulations, and four realms of dragon wind in the human world, of which the nine turns of qi and blood are the foundation of all martial artists, and the monks cultivate the whole body with qi and blood, and can run all parts of the body with qi and blood for a turn, and then practice the skin membrane, muscles, fibers, pores, organs, bones, meridians, and square inches with qi and blood, and each stage of practice is a turn.

These young people and girls are thinly dressed, but they are not afraid of the cold at all, and their bodies are full of qi and blood, like a burning flame, even if they are far away, they feel that they are scorching and facing each other, and they emit a domineering blood from the inside out.

The fist is like a cannon, and the air crackles.

In this group of teenagers and girls, a girl is even more outstanding, dressed in green clothes, black silk snake plate, slender, protruding from the girl's softness, eyes are cold like a cold winter.

Seeing this girl, Chen Mo frowned.

The girl's name is Qingwan, the daughter of the Qing family in Qinglong Town, and the Chen family, the Qing family has been deeply rooted in Qinglong Town for a hundred years, and it can be described as a snake in the ground.

"Chen Mo, don't you have a good rest at home, and run out again to be embarrassed?"

Qing Wan stopped boxing, and saw Chen Mo's eyes flashing with indifference when he saw the long-distance running.

When the others saw Chen Mo coming, they stopped practicing boxing one after another, and when they saw Qing Wan sneering at him, they immediately sneered at the girl's words.

"Young Master Chen Mo, I see that you are shivering from the cold, is it too cold?"

"I didn't think I'd stick to my workout today, and I bet you wouldn't come out."

"Yes, although it is destined to be a waste, it is still quite hard.".

[,!]"You dare to say that the son of Chang'anjun is a waste, aren't you afraid that Chang'anjun will destroy your nine clans?

"Wronged, I'm just telling the truth."

These young men and girls have long been very aware of Chen Mo's habits, these people are all disciples of the local family, hugging together.Chen Mo is just an outsider, but as soon as he came to Qinglong Town, all the elders and martial artists in the town condescended to him, which made them very dissatisfied.

The reason is too simple.

Chen Mo's background they can't afford to mess with.

Chen Mo's father is the famous Chang'an Jun of the Dazhong Dynasty, and the nobles of the Dazhong Dynasty have three levels of 'Jun, Gong, and Hou' in addition to the royal family.

Chen Mo's father has three sons and one daughter, Chen Mo is the youngest, his mother ran away when he was young, and he is missing, and Chen Mo was unable to run his blood and qi when he reached the age of martial arts, refining his muscles and bones, and finally it was concluded that he could not practice martial arts.

But for Chen Mo, who is a man, it can be described as a bolt from the blue.

So even Chang'anjun's son was sent to Qinglong Town as an ordinary person.

Qinglong Town is a small town in Sichuan Prefecture, not as prosperous as Changluo, the center of Jinchuan Prefecture, nor as good as the military fortress Thorn Thorn, Qinglong Town is at best praised by some saucers for the beautiful mountains and clear waters, outstanding people, and a famous Qinglong Mountain, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Chen Mo's stay in Qinglong Town is nothing more than to retire to death.

Change the word that the clan likes to use in Chen Mo.

Two rough words.

Abandoned son.

It is natural to think about it, the dignified Chang An Jun, the man who is invited to the palace every day by the emperor of the Dazhong Dynasty to drink, which of his children is not a prominent figure in martial arts, but Chen Mo is the only one who can't practice martial arts and becomes a laughing stock, if he were someone else, he would have been thrown into the mountains to feed the wolves.

Chen Mo didn't care about the ridicule of these little kids, just kidding, his mentality is also an adult, after the wind and waves, he is even more heartbroken when he comes back from the dead.

However, seeing these little boys every time they swung their fists, they practiced majestically, and their blood was surging, which still made Chen Mo feel very unfair in his heart.

Without saying a word, Chen Mo buried his head in long-distance running, he believed that one day, such a workout could activate qi and blood.

Seeing that Chen Mo ignored it, the few people who laughed at it felt bored.

"It's just his eldest young master, thinking of messy ways to exercise every day, do you really think that's okay?"

"Being judged by Chang'an Jun to be unable to practice martial arts, what else does he fantasize about."

"Just an outcast."

I didn't see any panic, panic, uneasiness and anger on Chen Mo's face, which made these arrogant warriors who were usually domineering very unhappy, bullying the son of Chang An Jun who could be compared to the Holy One is obviously a very cool thing, why can't it be cool.

It's so unpleasant.

"You hurry up and exercise, three months later, the 'Shenwu Ju' will begin, and then there will be a township test, a meeting test, and a palace test, this is a good opportunity for you to get ahead and become famous, don't slack off." The middle-aged man who taught martial arts shouted.

As soon as they heard the Shenwu move, these teenagers and girls immediately became serious and practiced boxing, and the exercises were even more diligent.

Chen Mo ran along the path to the outskirts, and finally stopped in a snowy bamboo forest.

In fact, Chen Mo had also practiced Tai Chi and gossip on the earth before, and he didn't know how many tricks he had in his heart, but unfortunately he couldn't practice 'Qi and Blood Turnover' was always a showcase.

After practicing for a while, Chen Mo still felt that he didn't have any strength on his body, and he walked up to the river embankment a little unexpectedly, climbing high and looking into the distance.

"Heaven descends on the people, they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and benefit what they can't."

Reading these comforting poems also made Chen Mo feel a lot more comfortable.

Suddenly, a beautiful voice that seemed to be laughing came from above his head.

"Heaven descends on the people, and they must first suffer their minds and muscles...... I can't imagine that you are not young, but you have this kind of understanding, yes, yes, teachable."

Chen Mo's heart jumped, and when he looked back, on a snow bamboo, a young girl was standing on top of the soft bamboo strips, her white robe was like snow, her long hair was fluttering, light as a feather, standing on the bamboo strip that even a small bird could not support the weight, it was easy to move, freehand.

"Teachable, I'm just an outcast." Chen Mo laughed at himself.

"Abandoned son?" The girl curled the corners of her mouth with disdain. My sister's son, will my nephew Chen Qingzhi be a waste?"

Chen Qingzhi?!

Youngest maternal aunt?

Chen Mo opened his mouth, dumbfounded.

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