Can you?

It must be possible

Not for anything else

It's just that this upturned face carries the same expectations as the child back then.

Aren't all people like that?

If you happen to be touched by the tender flesh in your heart, the trauma will be set off, and the flavors will be mixed.

"Then, can you teach me to cultivate?"

The child's childish voice trembled with unease.

Under the illumination of the rising sun in the early morning, Qin Zhang smiled, and the arc of the corners of his mouth looked exceptionally warm in Haiwa's eyes.

Haiwa's eyes moistened.

Just like the young man with his back bent and trembling on the edge of the tall wall in sackcloth, he looked at the smiling face of the man in his eyes, and suddenly burst into tears

On the slope of the rising sun, thirteen fishermen's houses are placed at random, and although the houses are separated by distances, they are not far from each other, and the distance is only a thousand steps. Old man Jia's house is located at the top of the slope, and in front of the door, there is a large area of compacted land.

The sea is generous, especially in its dealings with active and hardworking beings. Every morning, when the stars are not hidden and the sky is not fully bright, Old Man Jia will always get up from the bed, kiss Haiwa's forehead, help him pinch the corners of the quilt, and then go out with the basket.

On the beach in the early morning, in the cracks of the reef, there are countless gifts of the sea, crab roe, conch, starfish lying lazily under the reef rocks, and big fish from the beach by the waves.

Old man Jia picked up a basket and walked towards his home on the smooth stone steps under his feet when the early sun rose.

This stone staircase has been built by generations of people. The fishermen of the isolated island have a history, and their ancestors also have a history. It is said that the sea merchant unfortunately encountered a storm when he went to sea, and a boatload of people was beaten into the sea, and those who survived relied on this island to survive.

The first few generations were looking forward to the passage of the big ship and saving themselves from fire and water. It's a pity that after the hope of hope, there is still endless darkness, and the people who are full of expectations finally fail to survive the tempering of time, and die on the island one by one.

"Drink!"

Old man Jia was walking, and suddenly heard an immature drinking.

Before he could be stunned, another voice came.

"Steady elbow raise, legs spread apart, knees stop"

"This spine looks like this"

Old man Jia listened carefully and felt that this voice was familiar.

Syllable!

Smack!

It's the sound of a slap, and I can imagine the pain in it.

Old man Jia bared his teeth, stiffened his neck, and quickened the pace under his feet. Because he heard it, that immature voice, isn't it Haiwa's voice?

Could it be that Haiwa was beaten?

Damn, who dares?

Bullied his family!

Old man Jia rushed to the top of the stairs, and it just so happened that Qin Zhang flew his leg and kicked Haiwa's calf fiercely.

The calves trembled, but they were as strong as an iron spear.

It's really Haiwa being beaten!

This scene that rushed into his eyes made the old man Jia, who had never treasured his grandson, red-eyed.

"Ahh

He let out a bull roar, and without saying a word, he slammed into Qin Zhang viciously.

With a "bang", Qin Zhang was knocked to the ground.

Naturally, with Qin Zhang's skills, he would definitely be able to avoid Old Man Jia's impact, but in this case, Qin Zhang's rational choice was hit.

"Oops!"

He rubbed his ass and looked at Old Man Jia innocently.

"Haiwa, Haiwa, are you okay!"

Old man Jia shouted anxiously, his thin palm rubbing Haiwa's knees, and the sound he made was full of trembling.

Old man Jia looked at Haiwa's red face at the moment guiltily, looked at the water marks on his face, and subconsciously thought that it was Haiwa's tears, and for a while, remorse and anger filled Old Man Jia's heart.

Damn, what kind of sin did he create, saving people's lives, but instead let his own grandchildren suffer misfortune and be abused by others. Old man Jia's eyes overflowed with a dangerous fierce light, and he turned his head to look at Qin Zhang fiercely.

"You!"

He raised his finger angrily: "You unrighteous bastard, old man, I saved your life, you treat my grandson like this, do you have a conscience? Haiwa is so good to you, you are unexpectedly"

"No, no, no!"

Haiwa anxiously interrupted Old Man Jia's words.

"Grandpa, why do you say that? Big brother didn't do anything, he was teaching me boxing. ”

Boxing?

What kind of boxing to practice?

was beaten and still helped others talk, how could he have such a stupid grandson!

Before Old Man Jia's head could react, he already let out an angry roar from his mouth: "What kind of labor-management fart boxing are you practicing!"

As soon as the words came out, Old Man Jia was stunned.

Wait a minute

"Boxing?"

Old man Jia looked at his grandson fiercely.

The fishermen on the isolated island make a living from the sea, and although they have been fighting with the sea for many years, they have only performed some superficial skills. Although there are ancestral boxing techniques in the village, and I heard that there is earth-shattering power in them, after several generations of practice, they find that it is always a showcase.

Everyone speculates that these genealogies may be missing the most core thing, so they have no power. If you practice, no one will take it seriously.

Old man Jia looked at his grandson's innocent eyes, and then turned his head to meet Qin Zhang's innocent eyes, and slowly, his dark face, which had been exposed to the sun and rain for a long time, was full of red light, and then, confused with the dark skin, turned into a strange sauce purple.

The strangeness of the young man in front of him, he had seen it with his own eyes, a person who could grow from a child to a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy overnight, Old Man Jia did not dare to have a trace of contempt in his heart.

What's more, he had accidentally seen a yellow light overflowing from the young man's fingers, and under that yellow light, the boulder was as delicate as tofu, interspersed with a bottomless round hole.

Haiwa pestered the young man to cultivate, and he knew it. But it was only to know that such a fairy-like character, even if he had saved his life, Old Man Jia didn't dare to open his mouth and make half a request.

"Practice boxing!"

After being silent for a long time, Old Man Jia suddenly let out a shout, startling Qin Zhang and Haiwa, who were watching him.

Then, he suddenly became cautious, looked at Qin Zhang with a worried expression and asked, "You, are you really willing to teach this baby to cultivate?"

"Cultivate, cultivate"

Old man Jia said almost groaningly.

According to the legend handed down by the ancestors, cultivators can turn over rivers and seas, fight and kill living beings, and they are like Zhang Bawang, and they are not in the eyes of their ancestors at all.

If only Haiwa could become like that

Old man Jia rubbed his palms, looking extremely cramped and uneasy.

In this regard, Qin Zhang pursed his lips with a smile.

"Hmm!" he replied, nodding.

Well?

Well!

Did you say yes?

"Hahahaha~"

Old man Jia couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter, dancing without scruples.

Okay, good!

My grandson will become such a powerful character as his ancestors!

Haha, yes, yes!

"Heh, let's move on!"

Qin Zhang smiled, sure enough, blood relatives will be happy for the child to have a good future!

"It's gas. ”

Qin Zhang said, raised his hand and raised his fingers, and the spiritual power cultivated by the Reincarnation Dao Technique rushed out from the sea of qi and rushed into Qin Zhang's fingers.

The reborn flesh did not bring Qin Zhang a trace of discomfort, and his thin white fingers crossed the middle finger of Haiwa's left hand, along the arm, past the shoulder, through the back of the neck, and landed on the nail of the middle finger of Haiwa's right hand.

Haiwa felt that the eldest brother's finger was not a finger, but a red-hot iron rod, and where the eldest brother's finger slashed, he felt that there was a fire burning.

Haiwa wanted to scream in pain, subconsciously wanting to retract her stretched body.

However, the scene on the top of the mountain in the early morning suddenly came to his mind.

"Do you want to be in control?"

Do you want to?

If you want to, just stick to it!

Clench your teeth, but also persevere.

In this world, except for life and death, everything else is trivial!

Pain, as long as you don't die, is a trivial matter!

Bagatelle!

Haiwa pushed her body wider open.

A slender stream of heat flowed on his body, like a scalded mountain stream, flowing with Qin Zhang's fingers.

"This qi is the qi of martial arts. ”

Qin Zhang's fingers slid all over Haiwa's body, and at the tips of his fingers, a trace of Xuanhuang breath overflowed. His movements were light and casual, but the old man Jia who was watching from the sidelines felt faintly extraordinary.

The yellow complexion is the same as the scene that pierced the boulder that day.

Haiwa, you can come on!

Old man Jia clenched his fists.

One by one, the concave and convex were revealed on Haiwa's body, and as time passed, Qin Zhang's fingers slid on Haiwa's body to paint a mysterious big picture.

It's just that this picture is the way of qi running, and Old Man Jia can't see it.

What is it?

Old man Jia didn't know, but he looked at his grandson's tense cheeks, seeing him face red and sweating, but he still pursed his lips tightly, letting Qin Zhang's fingers draw on him, he suddenly felt a little sad, but more, he was happy.

"Perhaps, even if I am gone, Haiwa will be able to live well. ”

Old man Jia whispered to himself, at this moment, his eyes were full of gratitude when he looked at Qin Zhang.