"Boom!"

A large group of people surrounded a small child, talking to each other, talking secretly, and suddenly there was a loud bang, and the conversation of the crowd became more intense!

"The little doll of the Deng family, the root-building failed again"

One of them, shaking his head, said,

"Hey, I don't know how many times I have failed, no matter how poor the talent of other families is, at most one or two failures, they can also build a personal root"

"This kid, I'm afraid he won't have anything to do with martial arts for the rest of his life..."

The crowd lamented incessantly, although there was some ridicule, but more sympathy, and soon the crowd gradually dispersed.

In the end, only two figures remained, one tall and one short. Looking closely, the short one was a boy of more than six years old, his face was full of disappointment at the moment, and tears couldn't help but roll in his eyes, and he was about to fall.

The tall man was also a man, tall and mighty, about thirty or forty years old, and his face had always been grim, but at this time, he was a little moved,

"Kid, go home quickly, there's still a chance"

He couldn't help but say that he was afraid that the child would cry in front of him, and he had always been helpless against the child.

"Knowing Uncle Wang, I'll go back first, I'll trouble you today"

Although the child was very uncomfortable, he also bowed deeply to the man sensibly, and quickly turned around and ran away.

"This kid..."

The man looked at the little boy who bowed to him and ran away, his eyes flashed with a trace of tenderness and sympathy, God is unfair!

The moment the child turned around, the tears couldn't help but fall, crying while running, which made people feel distressed, but fortunately no one saw it.

......

This is the Yunchu Continent, where the people of the world value martial arts and ignore literature, and the martial arts civilization is prosperous. From the sect and dynasty to the remote mountain villages, regardless of men, women and children, everyone advocates martial arts and respects strength.

If anyone is ashamed of practicing martial arts, I am afraid that they will really be ridiculed by the world, and even stay away from it as an outlier, which shows how extreme people's pursuit of martial arts is.

Everyone can practice martial arts, yes, but if you want to practice martial arts, it's not that simple.

Every child can awaken martial roots when they reach the age of six, and martial roots are a necessary prerequisite for a person to practice martial arts, and they are also the foundation of cultivation.

If you can't awaken the martial roots, no matter how hard you try, you will stop at practicing martial arts for life, not martial arts, only after awakening the martial roots, can you say that you have the opportunity to step on the martial arts, and really practice martial arts.

Everyone can awaken Wugen, yes, but God seems to be very good at joking, there are always a few people who will awaken Wugen and fail, although there are very few, but they do exist.

......

"Mother, the baby is back"

The boy ran to a courtyard, and before he could set foot in the door, he cried out.

A woman listened to the child's cry and stepped out. The woman was dressed in a white dress, her long black hair was scattered along her shoulders, there was no ornament on her head, and her whole body was as simple as she wanted.

But the face is extraordinarily delicate, with big eyes, which is very good-looking. It is not an exaggeration to say that the country is overwhelmed. Although there is no gorgeous crown and beautiful clothes, it has a noble and cold temperament that is not stained by mud, which is daunting.

She put her arms around the boy and took him into her arms. Stretching out a hand as white and flawless as jade, dragging the boy's chin,

"Ying'er, you've cried again"

As she spoke, a sad look flashed in the woman's eyes that was not noticeable. This boy is Deng Huan.

"No, I'm a boy, how can I cry?"

Deng Huan rubbed the corners of her eyes and said stubbornly.

"Silly boy, didn't my mother tell you a long time ago not to practice martial arts, but you still insisted"

"Learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, dance and ink, why not relax!"

The woman gently stroked Deng Huan's head and whispered.

"No!"

"I want to practice martial arts, I want to cultivate, even if I have failed to awaken the martial root seventeen times, I will try the eighteenth, nineteenth, twenty times..."

"Every moment, my heart is ringing with the cry that I want to cultivate, I want to cultivate, even in the cold winter, my body is flowing with the blood of cultivation, I can't awaken the martial root, it must be because I don't insist enough, I don't work hard enough!"

"I'm not going to give up, it's a big deal, start all over again!"

Deng Huan violently broke away from the woman's embrace, buried her head and rushed into the courtyard, leaving a string of words, leaving the woman into deep contemplation.

Her eyes were no longer as gentle as before, and gradually became solemn, and after a long time, she slowly calmed down and regained her previous calm.

"That's it, I've been running away for so long, and I can't escape this damn life after all!"

......

Failure is allowed, but failure is not a guarantee of success. Obviously, for every time you fail to build a root, you are less likely to succeed the next time.

It has been more than ten days since Deng Huan's last root-building failure, and he is working hard every day to cultivate and prepare for the next root-building. Although most of the root-building depends on talent, the cultivation before root-building is also essential, and it also affects the success or failure and quality of root-building.

"Ying'er, it's time to eat!"

It turned out that Deng Huan had been practicing since the morning, and it was already noon unconsciously, and the woman had already prepared the meal, but she couldn't bear to interrupt Deng Huan, so she had to wait for Deng Huan to rest a little, and then she called softly.

Deng Huan heard the woman's words, looked up at the sky, a fiery red sun was hanging high above his head, he scratched his head embarrassedly,

"The child knows"

He himself was so immersed in and cultivated that he couldn't extricate himself, so much so that he forgot the time.

He works harder than others, but he can't build roots, although he can step into the physical training realm without building roots, he is now a fourfold physical training realm, but those children who are the same age as him, or even a few months younger than him, as long as they are successful in building roots, they have already cultivated to the seventh and eighth levels of the physical training realm, and even more, they have reached the ninth level of the physical training realm, and it is only one step away from the qi refining realm that has truly become a martial artist

。

He is unwilling, really unwilling! Among them, there is no one who works harder than him, but even so, every one of them can build roots, and the realm is far higher than him. He can only envy and keep working hard with himself...

"Mother, how do you make so much delicious food"

Deng Huan came to the dining table and saw a large table of sumptuous lunches in front of him, and he couldn't help asking.

"Silly Ying'er, today is your birthday, have you forgotten?",

The woman sneered, stretched out her hand and gently stroked Deng Huan's head, and said dotingly

"My, birthday?"

Deng Huan was stunned, yes, since he was six years old, he began to build roots, failed to build roots again and again, and selfless cultivation day by day, he had already forgotten the time, and he was a little numb, even if it was his birthday, he had already left it behind.

"Click, click!"

A few tears burst out of Deng Huan's eyes, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He has always been strong, even if he has failed to build roots more than a dozen times, he has frowned at most, and he has never cried, but now, he can't help crying.

It's been a whole year, and it's been a whole year since he failed to build roots, how much sweat he has shed, how much sadness he has had, only he knows, even if it's his mother.

Fortunately, he has a mother who loves him and loves him in every way.

The woman hugged Deng Huan and hugged him into her arms.

"Silly child, what are you crying about, no matter what happens, my mother will be by Ying'er's side"

"It's so nice to be a mother"

Deng Huan gradually stopped crying, yes, no matter when, his mother will be by his side, what else is there to worry about.

"Today's birthday for Ying'er, my mother gave Ying'er a birthday gift"

The woman let go of Deng Huan, reached into her pocket with her right hand, took out a delicate small box, and handed it to Deng Huan.

"Thank you, mother"

After all, Deng Huan is still a seven-year-old child, and in the face of his mother's birthday gift, he has no resistance, stretches out his hands, and catches it.

"Open it up, you'll love it"

Deng Huan couldn't wait to open the small box, and before he could see what was inside, a dazzling golden light flashed, and Deng Huan's eyes couldn't be opened, and he was forced to close his eyes.

Suddenly, Deng Huan felt that there was an extra little dragon in his mind, very small, if it weren't for Deng Huan's head stinging for a while, he wouldn't have discovered its existence

The little dragon fluttered wildly in Deng Huan's mind for a while, shook his head like a sigh, and then landed, coiled together, closed his glasses and slept, ignoring Deng Huan.

"Dragon horn necklace?"

The golden light disappeared, Deng Huan opened his glasses and saw the contents of the small box, which was a dragon horn necklace slightly smaller than the palm of his hand.

Deng Huan didn't know the dragon horn, but this thing was very similar to the horn of the little dragon that appeared in his mind just now, so Deng Huan judged that this was a dragon horn necklace. But this dragon horn is more beautiful than the dragon horn in my mind

The woman was not a little surprised that Deng Huan recognized the dragon horn necklace, she took out the necklace,

"Bring it to Ying'er for your mother"

"Thank you, mother!"