Although Wan Yan Gu is only sixteen years old, he is nine feet tall and a head taller than Yan Qingli, and the two of them stand together, like a rooster and a chick standing together.

He is a year older than Yan Qingli, and when he was sixteen years old, he not only hunted deer alone, but also snatched food from the wolf pack to save the clansmen. It is precisely because of this that although he is not the biological heir of the patriarch, he is one of the three young patriarchs.

And his cultivation is even more remarkable, at the age of seventeen, he is already an eighth-grade martial artist, you must know that most of his peers are only nine-rank foundation refining realm at this time.

As soon as he entered the door, the black-skinned boy smiled.

"Swallow, I heard that you have refined your body?"

Yan Qingli smiled and did not deny it.

"The patriarch asked me to send you a book of body refining secrets, which is a special cultivation method of our Beirong clan, which is to continuously temper the body through animal flesh and blood, and we will hunt together when we have time."

Yan Qingli accepted the kraft book in Wan Yan Gu's hand, and there was some warmth in his heart. He and his father had nowhere to be home, but it was this group of simple Beirong men who gave them the same warmth as home and gave them a home.

"Thanks, bones."

"What are you and my brother talking about? By the way, in seven days, we will go north out of the Great Wall to exterminate the barbarians lurking in the Evergreen Forest, and by the way, hunting, almost all the men in the clan will go, do you want to go? ”

Yan Qingli looked at Yan Beizhi without a trace, the latter nodded, and then replied.

"Naturally, you have to go, and then you have to protect my brother and me."

"Hahahaha, in that case, we'll go together then."

After finishing speaking, Yan Gu left. Looking at the back of this sturdy young man, Yan Qingli felt a little warm in his heart. Perhaps this person was his first friend in this world.

He turned his head to look at Yan Beizhi again, casting a puzzled look.

"Father, what's the matter with this barbarian?"

"It's just a few small people who have stolen through Xunyuan, just some barbarians who have been expelled." Yan Beizhi replied.

"Will there be a high-ranking monk then?"

"No, Xunyuan has a seal, and those people can't be put in."

After hearing this, Yan Qingli sent it a little in his heart.

In fact, Yan Qingli was very nervous, he crossed into this world, and he had to live according to the code of conduct of this world. And the code of conduct in this world is essentially the law of the jungle, although the empire has laws, but the laws cannot govern beyond the Great Wall. Out of the Great Wall, Yan Qingli was going to kill people in order to live. But in his previous life, he had never even killed a chicken, so how could he cross the hurdle of killing.

Yan Beizhi looked at Yan Qingli's contemplation, did not disturb, but silently walked back to his room, took a wooden box and walked out. In front of Yan Qingli's eyes, the sound of the wooden box colliding with the wooden table also called back the contemplative Yan Qingli.

"This is a dagger handed down by my ancestor of the Yan family, named Wind Scar. There is a magic spell inside, and it can be withdrawn after being thrown. In the future, his master will be you, and you must cultivate your physical body and the use of this dagger in these seven days. ”

Yan Qingli nodded and accepted the wind marks.

"Sure enough, I said that I can't have no family property, this wind mark is a boomerang from the previous life, and I can hit someone by surprise when the time comes. Hmm~ Wind marks, which is very in line with my free as the wind. Yan Qingli thought in his heart.

He took the "wind mark" in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The wind mark was no more than half an arm's length, the hilt was pitch black, the blade was like ink, and it didn't look sharp, it looked like a blunt knife. So Yan Qingli wanted to test his sharpness, and he raised his hand and wanted to scratch his hand. was stopped by Yan Beizhi.

"You have to let the wind scar recognize the Lord first, otherwise the wound will not heal." Yan Beizhi said.

Yan Qingli gasped and cooperated with his father Yan Beizhi to do the ceremony of recognizing the lord of the wind scar. At the moment when the ritual was completed, the quaint blade emitted a dark golden light.

Yan Qingli was overjoyed, "Is this a newbie package?!" ”

After the confession ended, Yan Qingli found that there was an extra dagger in the dantian, which was the wind mark.

After Yan Qingli thanked his father, he entered his room, took out the Beirong Body Refining Method and the Wind Scar Knife he had just gotten and put them on the table. And Yan Qingli sat at the table and reviewed the day.

"It's been seven days since I crossed over, and Martial Arts has walked through the door and laid the foundation. Confucianism and Taoism are still a twelve-grade enlightenment, for ordinary people, I am naturally good, but I don't know the state of the barbarians' force, and I don't have a sufficient martial art...... It's hard to top, it's really hard to top. ”

After thinking about it, Yan Qingli lay on the bed and fell asleep groggily.

Vaguely, Yan Qingli seemed to be in a dream.

In the dream, there were ghosts chasing Yan Qingli, Yan Qingli was running wildly in front, in front of him was the fairy mountain, but in front of the fairy mountain, there was an abyss that exuded demonic energy. So, Yan Qingli was caught up by the ghosts in the rear and died of his corpse.

Dreaming of this, Yan Qingli woke up in a cold sweat.

"Dreams, dreams are all the opposite, yes, it must be, in the end, I must have subdued those ghosts."

Yan Qingli still thought back to that dream with palpitations, to be honest, he had never had such a strange and evil dream in his previous life twenty-four years. He could clearly feel the evil aura behind him. Suddenly, there was a pain in his arm. He hurriedly pulled off his cotton coat and looked up at his arm.

I saw that the separation of flesh and blood was clearly seen on his original arm, as if a knife had cut through the flesh and blood, Yan Qingli was so frightened that he was about to faint, and the pain stimulated his nerves and made him sober up.

I saw three words on my arm:

"North of the Great Wall!"

"Damn, I'm evil, there's a ghost!" Yan Qingli exclaimed.

Almost instantly, Yan Beizhi rushed into Yan Qingli's room with a knife, only to see Yan Qingli raising his arm and crying. He hurriedly put the knife in his hand and hurriedly went over to hug Yan Qingli.

Because before that, this often happened when the real Yan Qingli was not dead.

In Yan Beizhi's arms, Yan Qingli gradually calmed down and calmed down.

Yan Beizhi also gave away his arms and looked at his son with concern.

"Dad, look at my arm."

Yan Qingli raised his arm and wanted Yan Beizhi to see the handwriting on his arm, but when he looked again, the handwriting on his arm had disappeared.

Yan Beizhi looked at the son in front of him lovingly and touched his head.

"Good son, your brain disease is committed again, rest quickly, just rest for a while." After that, Yan Beizhi poured a bowl of hot water and put it on Yan Qingli's table, turned around and left.

Yan Qingli was stunned for a while, "It turns out that this is how the brain disease of the predecessor came." Now that Yan Qingli is dead, I have traveled to his body, not only to inherit his body and memory, but also to inherit his nightmare. me, this fifteen-year-old is under pressure that he shouldn't be able to bear at this age. ”

Yan Qingli began to think about everything that had happened these days, but found that it was a mess and he couldn't understand anything. From the moment he came to this world, Yan Qingli felt very inexplicable, so he didn't take this inexplicable dream to heart.

Time flies, and seven days have passed in the blink of an eye.

In these seven days, Yan Qingli was not only working hard to cultivate, but also constantly adjusting his mentality, so he truly accepted the fact of crossing over, and also had some enlightenment, such as killing people.

Yan Qingli's physique has been constantly tempered, and he has far surpassed normal people, and he has learned a very practical low-level martial art, grappling.

Early in the morning, Yan Qingli got up to pack her luggage, including tents, sleeping bags, water bags, wound medicine, and fire folds. When he walked to the village square, he found that Wan Yan Gu was already waiting there, and there were two people beside him, a man and a woman. Yan Qingli knew that the man's figure was thin and slender, and his face was pale, and he was called Wanyan Yang. The girl is young and energetic, wearing a hairpin full of bones, and her name is Wanyan Kui.

When the four of them met, they all had familiar smiles on their faces.

Beirong Village is out of the Great Wall, there are a total of twenty groups, each group of four people, and Yan Qingli and these three are the same group. The leader of this expedition is naturally Wanyan Ying, the patriarch of the Beirong clan.

It was almost noon, and the cold wind was carrying the fine snow, and even though there was a huge sun in the sky, it could not dispel the warmth. With Yan Ying's speech, he wanted to drive the barbarians out of the Evergreen Forest.

So, a team of eighty people, each dressed in leather armor, with a black cloak on his back, and fur boots on his feet. Beneath them sat horses, their hooves churning and their long manes flying, marching towards an iron gate of the Great Wall.

Yan Qingli was also sitting on a black high-headed horse, and a sense of pride rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but recite the poem from his previous life.

"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return. Explore the tiger's den and enter the Jiaogong Palace, look up to the sky and exhale into a white rainbow"

But as soon as it was sung, he shut up, because the poem didn't seem to fit the occasion. Sure enough, the people around were all looking at Yan Qingli with strange expressions, and even the patriarch Wan Yan Ying was a little surprised.

But then he laughed again.

"Hahaha, I have long heard that the Yan family's children are unparalleled in poetry, and when I saw it today, I realized that it really deserved its reputation. But once the strong man is gone, he must return them all! Keep moving! ”

Yan Qingli was a little embarrassed after listening to Yan Ying's words, knowing that he had said the wrong thing. Wan Yan Gu beside me saw that Yan Qingli was a little worried, so he comforted me.

"Swallow, it's okay, I'll protect you."

Yan Qingli was a little speechless in his heart, he had heard others call him Yanzi Yanzi more than once.

"Why do you call me Swallow, is it that Swallow can live without you?"

Above the sky, a majestic giant eagle suddenly rose into the sky, and the loud eagle cry seemed to shatter the blue sky.

"Hahaha, the goshawk is crying, send me the end of the eagle, this time it will be triumphant."

Wanyan Ying listened to the eagle's cry, and he was also arrogant.