In front of a remote small house in the Yun family.

"Ah, Yang'er, what's the matter with your left hand, why is it bleeding so much? Come, mother, take a look!"

A gentle and eager voice sounded in Qingyang's ears.

"Heh, mother, it's okay. It was cut by the vine when he was picking herbs for his father, and it would be good to bandage it later. Qingyang looked at his mother's anxious appearance, and also put away the sharp eyes and unwillingness just now, and said to his mother with a warm smile.

Qingyang covered the wound with one hand while lying to Qingyang's mother Yu Ruoqin. He didn't dare to tell the truth, otherwise it would only increase Ruoqin's worries.

"But, how could you be so embarrassed? Not to mention, you also hurt yourself, by the way, your father, after being sent back, has been chilling all over his body, and it is useless to cover him with two quilts. Qingyang, what do you say is going on, your father is in a hurry to kill me, what if he says he has three long and two short?"

Yu Ruoqin looked at Qingyang, and as she spoke, tears were dripping even more. After all, life is already poor, and it is okay to be bullied, but if something happens to the wife who can be relied on, how can she not be sad? Yu Ruoqin heard that her husband Qinglin was injured by the branch vein Yunli, although there was anger in her chest, but there was nowhere to go, and she was even more anxious!

Qingyang also frowned when he heard this, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, but after a moment, he was relieved, and said to Yu Ruoqin: "Mother, the child is fine." Father's matter, mother, you can rest assured, didn't the child say to pick herbs? I'm going to give it to my father!"

It doesn't mean that if Qin says more, Qingyang is in good spirits and trotted into the house. After all, the cold can be solved as soon as possible, otherwise the longer it stays in the body of ordinary people, the deeper the damage will be!

Yu Ruoqin was also overjoyed when she heard that there was a medicinal herb that could cure her wife's illness, and followed Qingyang's footsteps into the house.

There are simple furnishings, but there is something unusual in these humble furnishings - books!

That's right! It is books, although Qingyang has been a slave since he was a child, but he is also more sensible than others, and his personal interest in books is strong, so he borrowed some books from the storyteller in the village from the age of seven. Because he had a really good relationship with the storyteller, he was able to borrow a few books.

Qingyang knew that he was born poor, and if he wanted to change himself, he could only change himself by reading, and he heard that reading could make him a Confucian, so that he could get rid of his slave body, and by the way, he could find a position and improve his life!

It's just that at this moment, Qingyang's mind is not on the book, but on Qinglin lying on the board, Qinglin curled up in the quilt, making a trembling sound. Apparently it was the chill that made him chill to the bone. He's been freezing all night!

Qingyang rushed over anxiously, and took out another Yang Spirit Grass from the basket.

"I know people and faces, but I don't know my heart, fortunately, there is still a Yang Spirit Grass in my basket, otherwise my father will not be saved this time, this Yang Spirit Grass, decoction and medicine! I see that many people take medicine by boiling water with medicinal herbs!"

Qingyang guessed by mistake, because this Yang Spirit Grass is an elixir, the medicinal nature is fierce and strong, ordinary people are only afraid of burning if they take it, and boiling it can avoid such a situation, of course, such a use must be a violent thing, if it only has the effect of driving away the cold, how can the vine demon wait for the Yang Spirit Grass for many years!

And Yu Ruoqin, who came one after another, saw that Qingyang was hurriedly lighting a fire to get water, so she went over to help, and the latter understood and let out a clear laugh.

Not long after, after a bowl of hot red viscous potion was taken by Qing Lin, the effect was also remarkable, Qing Lin was ruddy face, his breath returned to normal, and the bruises caused by one palm were completely healed.

Qinglin looked at Qingyang, who was full of scars, and then saw the bowl of potion he had drunk, his eyes were also full of relief, and at the same time, a painful look flashed. He knew that this herb was probably obtained by his desperate efforts.

"Yang'er, I'm sorry for you. It's useless to be a father, I can't let you be like a normal person, and I still make you suffer so much. ”

Qinglin looked at Qingyang's thin body and the left arm that he didn't know when he had bandaged haode, he naturally knew that his status was low, how could his son be a man? What's more, Qingyang shouldn't be like this

"Daddy, look at what you say, it's just a child's duty. As for being a man, how can we not be a man. In a hundred years of life, as long as you concentrate on doing your best and working hard, you will always be willing to suffer. Dad, believe in the child, the child will definitely get ahead!"

Qingyang said to Qinglin with a resolute face. It is true, a person's birth is an established fact, whether it is good or bad, it is up to you, but what you can change is your future, and change your destiny with your own hands. It's a pity that there are too many people who complain about their backgrounds in reality, and because of this, they are destined to be people who will not change for the rest of their lives!

"Qingyang, dad believes in you! But dad still tells you, now in the Yun family, we are still slaves, we have to think twice about everything, if we can endure it, we must endure it, and if we can't bear it, you father and I can only survive by relying on the word forbearance in this life!"

Qinglin has also been a low-level person for half his life, and he has also understood some principles of doing things, and when his status is underground, he can endure it! No wonder Qinglin thinks so retreating. How can people who have not experienced it understand the helplessness of life?

Qingyang also knew this, nodded, and said, "Yes!

......

At night, there is no snow in the wind, but it is also extremely cold, the faint blue moonlight pours on the quiet dusk town, and the lights of thousands of homes have long been closed, and few people haunt it. Most people are already asleep.

And at this moment, Qingyang was standing outside the door holding the divine sword, dancing!

Today's everything may be just a small episode for Yun Qi, the eldest lady of the Yun family, but for Qingyang, it is a great shame and a hatred hidden deep in the bottom of her heart. Qingyang's reverse scale is his parents, if others dare to touch it, Qingyang is afraid that he will make the other party pay the price if he fights hard.

"Strength, become stronger! I want to become stronger! Since I was able to use that powerful sword move in the prison forest last night, I can do it this time!" Qingyang looked up at the quiet crescent moon, and there was an indescribable fierceness in his eyes.

After that, Qingyang followed yesterday's memory and repeated yesterday's swordsmanship again, but can it really succeed?

"Nebula Sword Technique, Triple Nine Star Seal!" Qingyang roared, and the long sword also began to dance, Qingyang has an amazing memory since he was a child, and with the bits and pieces in his mind, he can also dance a little way, but unfortunately, there is no lethality, let alone sword qi.

"No, last night's ability to have that kind of power was mostly due to that cyan sword light!, and if I want to really exert that kind of strength, I must cultivate the king's qi!"

Qingyang sighed helplessly and whispered.

In fact, if you want to play Liliang in sword dance, you really need to use the spirit of a king to be a bridge of communication. And the so-called king's qi is a kind of liliang root between heaven and earth. By cultivating the king's qi, people can gain strong strength, and the strongest can destroy the heavens and the earth, and they can even control the qi and soar into the sky. And in this shijie, people call the person who cultivates the king's qi a king cultivator!

Of course, this king cultivation is an extremely long and difficult thing, since ancient times, there are only a handful of people who can cultivate their own kingly qi. And at most, it is only a few traces of the king's breath, but with a few traces of the king's breath, you can call the wind and rain on this shijie.

In fact, the so-called king cultivation is only borrowing the king's qi from heaven and earth, and not really cultivating the king's qi by himself, so once he can cultivate his own king's qi, then he can use the king's qi endlessly, so how can he not do something that collapses the heavens and the earth?

This is why when Qingyang sees that white-clothed silver-haired man, he will feel that he is as strong as the sky, because that person is a real king cultivator! Moreover, I am afraid that he is the strongest king cultivator in heaven and earth! Even a person like Qingyang, who has never been in contact with the king's qi at all, can strongly feel his terrible!

"The spirit of the king! How is this good? I don't know how to cultivate at all! How to become stronger?! I am unwilling!" Qingyang thought about it and felt a strong unwillingness, but what could he do if he was unwilling? Qingyang felt so helpless for the first time.

But at this moment when Qingyang's mind was dim, the divine sword was dancing to change its dim black, and it actually emitted a trace of cyan aura.

And Qingyang also quickly noticed this phenomenon, and hurriedly held his hands in the dance, and looked at it carefully.

I saw a cyan training condensed from the sword body, diverting and rushing into Qingyang's black pupils!

Qingyang didn't have time to dodge, so he slammed his body, as if he was still there.

And when Qingyang regained consciousness again, he was already in a shijie full of green light.

"Where is this?"

The surroundings were full of blue light, misty, and he couldn't see the reality clearly, and Qingyang looked around in surprise.

Suddenly, there was a crisp whistling sound in Qingyang's ears, and then the cyan color gradually faded, and Qingyang's vision became clearer and clearer.

"Is this the altar?"

A huge jade-colored altar stood in front of Qingyang, radiant with brilliance, and a huge aura shook Qingyang beyond recovery. There are seven prismatic pillars on the altar, which run through the cyan shijie sky, and also connect to the mist-covered ground. Looks solemn and mysterious!

"What exactly is this?" Qingyang had a question in his heart. If it's just seven giant pillars, it's nothing. But what is even more mysterious is that there is a huge green stone slab on the altar, and there are many mottled sword marks on the stone slab, as if it has been cut by a thousand knives, but behind this mottled sword mark, there are actually words!

Can you imagine that the sword marks are engraved on the text, but the two seem to be superimposed, and as if there is a difference, if you look closely, you can distinguish between the words and the sword marks.

"It's amazing! These words ...... What the hell is the Melaleuca Stone? It turns out that this is called the Mille-Feuille Stone!" Qingyang looked at the stone wall carefully, and in the center of the stone wall, he saw the clearest three words - Mille-Feuille Stone!

"Hmm, what's going on? There seems to be a word behind the three words of mille-feuille, what is it?"

Qingyang squinted again.

"Mille-feuille stone, the artifact of the Three Realms and the Six Outer Gates, I killed and seized the Outer Guardian Venerable in the Six Outer Realms, this thing can record the thousand-layer text, the higher the cultivation, the more content you see, this stone is melted into the dance, used to record what I have learned in my life and the secrets of the dance!

"I see, this cyan shijie is called in the Dance Palace. Moreover, Melaleuca is really magical, slow ...... Doesn't that mean that it is possible for me to learn everything that this chronicler has?

Qingyang was also overjoyed after reading this paragraph, and then his eyes were slightly condensed, and his eyes turned to the stone wall, wanting to look at another layer. But no matter how hard Qingyang tried to keep his eyes open, he could still only see the first two layers, but there was not even a shadow on the third layer.

"Damn, what's going on?" Qingyang was in a hurry, this was about his fate after all!

Suddenly, a cyan pillar of light flashed across his pupils, and his eyes immediately became sharp, and a pale green beam of light shot out of Qingyang's eyes as if it were substance, heading straight for the stone wall.

"Well, that blue light, huh?

"The Path of Cultivation !!"

In this way, Qingyang was like an old monk in a fixed place, standing there, with a flash of blue light in his eyes from time to time, and sometimes he was at a loss, and this situation lasted for I don't know how long.......

Suddenly, Qingyang's body trembled, and then his eyes returned to clarity, and then he laughed wildly: "Haha!