On this night, the entire Qingshan seemed to be awakened, and the people of the Qing clan passed in horror to the barking of domestic dogs and the howling of wild beasts.

When the darkness had faded and the earth had returned to light, the howling of wild beasts and the barking of domestic dogs in the green hills had ceased.

People trembled out of the house, and saw that everything was back to normal, which relieved them a little, and the warm morning sun slightly dispelled the depression and fear in the hearts of the tribesmen.

Just looking at the green mountains behind the village and the dogs they raised, they all had a trace of fear, and even some of them were already thinking about slaughtering their dogs from time to time.

Qingyang didn't sleep all night last night, although he was only a fourteen-year-old boy, but because his father was away all the year round and his mother was frail, he was more precocious than ordinary teenagers.

Thinking about what happened last night, he always had a faint uneasiness in his heart.

Walking out the door, feeling the warmth and brightness of the sun shining on my face, my mood was a little lighter.

After drawing the well water from the well and looking at it, it was as clear as usual, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and poured the water over his head, and the cool well water dispelled the sleepiness.

When I arrived at the kennel, I saw that the dog had calmed down at this time, but its limbs and mouth were tied, and it could only make a "woo woo" sound, and its eyes were full of pleading.

Qingyang sighed and untied it, only to see him immediately jump up, come to Qingyang's side, and keep rubbing his head against Qingyang's legs.

Qingyang thought about its red and manic eyes last night, and then looked at its current appearance, if he hadn't experienced it himself, I'm afraid he would have thought it was an illusion.

At this time, Qingmu also walked out, and the dog hurriedly gave up Qingyang, ran to Qingmu's side, stretched out his tongue while rubbing Qingmu's feet, while whining, and looked at Qingyang from time to time, as if telling Qingyang about tying it up last night.

Seeing this, Qingyang smiled bitterly, and said in his heart, "This beast really seems to have become a sperm!" ”

With this thought, Qingyang was shocked, and looked at the dog again, he didn't pay attention to it before, and the dog seemed to have grown up a lot.

The dog has long been an adult, and its size generally does not change, but at this time, it seems that the dog looks a little bigger than usual.

Qingyang's heart sank, isn't it really a refinement?

Qingyang thought about the goblins and ghosts that his uncle under the locust tree at the head of the village talked about on weekdays, and most of these animals had to eat people.

Thinking of this, Qingyang couldn't help but shudder, and a trace of killing intent couldn't help but wells up in his heart.

The people of the Qing clan have a foothold here, and they usually hunt to fight with wild beasts in the mountains, and they also have to compete with the surrounding villages for fields and water sources, and they have fought a lot since childhood, so it is not difficult for Qingyang to kill a dog.

Last night, if it hadn't been for the dog's own feelings, he would have been slapped to death with a palm.

Now that he has seen the changes in the dog, the killing intent in Qingyang's heart has emerged again.

The dog seemed to be able to feel Qingyang's killing intent, and at this time he curled up at Qingmu's feet, looking at Qingyang with pitiful eyes.

Qingmu also saw the killing intent in Qingyang's eyes, and was shocked in her heart, and asked, "Ah Yang, what's wrong with you?" ”

Seeing his mother asking, Qingyang hurriedly took away the killing intent in his heart, glanced at the dog, and said with a smile, "It's okay, Auntie." ”

Qingmu didn't care, washed with water and returned to the house

Qingyang had no choice but to suppress the killing intent in his heart and began to practice the Nameless Fist Sutra in the courtyard.

I didn't care about it before, but after last night, Qingyang knew that this ancient boxing scripture must be extraordinary, so he cultivated more carefully, and he cooperated with his breath and breath in one move, only to feel that there was constantly air flow into the surrounding body, constantly merging into the meridians, and it was even smoother than last night.

After three fights, Qingyang felt that it would be harmful to his body if he continued to practice, so he stopped, and this kind of induction naturally appeared, which was also the situation after he introduced qi into his body last night.

After Qingyang lifted water to clean up the dirt discharged from the exercises, he only felt refreshed, and he had inexhaustible strength all over his body.

At that moment, I walked to the courtyard and grabbed a boulder, and wanted to lift it, but I didn't know that I grabbed a palm print on the boulder.

The dog, who had been watching Qingyang boxing on the side, saw the mark that Qingyang grabbed at this time, and there was a frightened look in his eyes. The body curled up even more obviously.

Qingyang didn't expect that he had only been able to have such strength after only three times of inducing qi into his body, and the hardness of his skin and flesh could actually leave handprints on the stone, and he couldn't help but be even more curious about the origin of the boxing sutra he practiced.

Ignoring the dog curled up in the corner, Qingyang walked out of the yard directly and walked towards the locust tree at the head of the village.

This fist scripture was passed down by the clan uncle under the old locust tree, and he must know what was going on.

When I came to the old locust tree, I saw that my uncle was boxing slowly under the locust tree, and it was the move on the punch that Qingyang practiced.

It's just that the old man's moves are much more simple than Qingyang's, but they are much slower.

Seeing this, Qingyang didn't bother, but involuntarily followed the rhythm of his uncle and started fighting.

It's also strange to say, when he practiced boxing by himself in the courtyard before, when he practiced for the third time, Qingyang felt that practicing again would be harmful to his body, but at this time, with the rhythm of his uncle, the feeling of danger disappeared completely, but there was an incomparably pleasant feeling.

And with the boxing method, his own method of breathing actually worked on its own, and the rhythm of the boxing method was perfectly matched between the breath and the breath.

This made Qingyang extremely intoxicated, and every move and style was like boundless enjoyment.

With the training of boxing, Qingyang only felt that his skin was constantly beating, as if a membrane was constantly beaten.

This feeling is not visible to the naked eye, but Qingyang can feel that he is getting stronger.

After punching, Qingyang helped the old man to sit down under the locust tree.

Just as he was thinking about how to speak, the old man spoke slowly.

"Ah Yang, did you start to feel the gas entering your body last night?"

Qingyang was shocked when he heard this, but he nodded honestly.

"You caught up with ~ a good time, but you don't know if ~ is it good ~ is bad!"

The old man spoke as if he were intermittent, as if he were going to fall asleep at any moment.

"What's going on, Ancestor?"

Qingyang sat down next to the old man and asked.

"You should ~ know that my Qing clan ~ has a long heritage, and there have been immortals like Qingxuan Ancestor~~!"

"Isn't this a legend, is it true!"

Although Qingyang usually listens patiently to the old man's nagging, but that's because he is interested in these stories of gods, ghosts and demons, and he doesn't really believe that his ancestors are immortals.

"Of course it's true, Qingxuan Ancestor got the inheritance of an ancient power by chance, cultivated into an immortal with this inheritance, and flew away, the inheritance he got is this boxing technique you cultivated, you also know that this boxing technique is extraordinary now, right?"

The old man's words were still slow and anxious, but Qingyang listened patiently.

Thinking of the changes in his boxing, Qingyang couldn't help but believe a little, but he was very excited in his heart, and he couldn't imagine that what he practiced was actually a technique that could become an immortal. What teenager doesn't have a dream of becoming an immortal?

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he thought in his heart that except for the Qingxuan ancestor, none of the ancestors of the Qing clan had the legend of becoming an immortal, so he asked and asked the doubts in his heart.

"How can it be so easy to become an immortal? Chance, qualification, perseverance, and character are all indispensable, but this is not the main reason why our Qing clan has never appeared immortals. ”

"What's the reason for that?" Qingyang asked curiously.

"Naturally, it's because the end of the law is coming!" The old man sighed.

"The end of the law is coming? Is it that you keep saying that you can't cultivate, you can't become a refinement? ”

"Not only that, according to the ancient legend of our Qing clan, after the ancestor of Qingxuan, there are also people in my Qing clan who cultivate, and even some have cultivated to the realm of Yang God and Earth Immortal, but after the end of the law comes, the world has changed greatly, and the realm of these cultivators has fallen, and they even go mad and die. Those who survive are also regressed, and cannot be saved, but can only die out over time. ”

The old man finished this passage intermittently, and Qingyang was worried that he wouldn't be able to get up in one breath.

When the old man said this, he suddenly stopped, his eyes were chaotic, and he looked at the sky, as if he was thinking about something.

Qingyang didn't bother, his heart was agitated, he couldn't imagine that the things he usually listened to as stories turned out to be true now, but he usually slept when he asked his uncle more, how could he say so big to himself today, is it related to what happened last night?

But the uncle thought about it and seemed to be asleep again, Qingyang couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw this, so he had to stand up and prepare to leave.

Just as he was about to leave, Uncle Zu opened his eyes again and muttered something in his mouth.