Han Dynasty, Yanjing City.

The Song Palace, located seven kilometers north of Yanjing City, is not far behind the palace is the Yanshan Mountain Range. A huge mansion, with an area of 1,000 acres, carved fences and jade in the house, the lakes and mountains reflect each other, like a paradise.

Even in Yanjing City, the Song Palace's Mansion can be regarded as one of the few luxurious.

In late spring and early summer, the Yanshan Mountains are lush and green, and the entire Song Palaces are hidden in thick greenery.

At noon, the sun was poisoned.

In the Yanshan Mountains and forests not far from the Song Palace, a fifteen-year-old boy, wearing loose shorts and short sleeves and a belt around his waist, was running up along a 60-degree hillside stone road. Although the young man's face is delicate, there is a resolute look between his eyebrows.

"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

Heavy breathing came from the boy's mouth and nose, and under the scorching sun, sweat had already soaked his clothes.

"Persistence" "Persistence" "Persistence"

Although the boy's body was at its limit, he did not give up, his whole body was bowed, his hands were clenched into fists, and he continued to run towards the top of the hill. Looking closely, the young man's legs were each tied with a heavy square piece of black iron, and the volume of the iron block weighed at least forty catties.

"Wow"

Just as the boy was about to reach the top of the mountain, a stone suddenly loosened under his feet and slipped out of the earth.

The boy was caught off guard, and the whole person slipped to the ground, and then his body rolled down the hillside with a gurgling down.

"Hey!"

The boy shouted, and his hands slammed into the rocky soil, which stopped his sliding body.

The clothes on his body had been torn into strips of cloth by the rocks, revealing the thin but unusually well-proportioned muscles inside, and at this moment, blood stains appeared on the dark skin, which was very dazzling.

"Why, why have I been practicing hard for eight years, but I can't even get through the most basic dantian acupoint!"

"Why!"

"I'm not reconciled!"

The young man shouted, his hands slammed on the ground, and a corner stone on the ground pierced the young man's right hand, and the blood flowed, but the young man didn't seem to feel it, just gasped for breath, and roared unwillingly in his heart.

This young man's name is Song Jian, and he is the son of Song Zhengchun, the prince of the Song Palace, to be exact, the youngest of the seven sons, a concubine.

As a disciple of the Song Palace, although he is a concubine, Song Jian should also have a certain status, and in Yanjing City, he should also be a high-ranking son.

But Song Jian was not so lucky, his mother died in childbirth when he was born, Song Zhengchun missed his deceased concubine, and every time he saw Song Jian, he would subconsciously think that it was Song Jian's arrival that took away his concubine, so he was basically out of sight and out of heart for Song Jian.

In addition, six years ago, Song Jian was found to be inferior in qualifications and not suitable for cultivating martial arts, and since then, Song Zhengchun has ignored him even more.

"The qualifications are inferior, even if the qualifications are inferior, I have to work hard, I will definitely become a martial artist, I will definitely become a martial artist!"

Song Jian clenched his fists again, pounding the ground, blood seeping into the dirt.

"Hmph, ruthless stupid father, do you think that if you don't see me, give me twice the monthly money every month than the other brothers, and I will be able to live well? Do you know that the eldest lady always secretly excludes me, and do you know that the brothers always bully me in order to tie up with the eldest mother!"

"Just because I'm a motherless child! Just because you miss my mother, I make my mother jealous!"

Song Jian gasped, he didn't hate his father, after all, among all his sons, his monthly money was the most, his yard was remote but the best, and his maids were the most gentle and beautiful!

However, it is precisely because of this preferential treatment that he has become a thorn in the side of Wang Shuping, the wife of the Song Mansion, and the object of ridicule and bullying by his brothers.

"It's okay for me to be bullied, but even my maid is ostracized! Why? Just because I'm Song Jian! I'm a waste who can't even become a martial artist!"

"Although I was bullied, there are still a few people in the mansion who really treat me well, my cousin Xia You, she is beautiful, and her talent is extremely high, in the Song Mansion, although she is not surnamed Song, but even the eldest mother does not dare to provoke her, why, just because she is the same age as me, she is already a mid-level martial artist in the True Qi Realm!

"However, now, my cousin is about to enter the Holy Heaven Martial Academy to study, and I can only stay here, am I destined to not be able to accompany her?"

Song Jian's heart hurts. He has always had a deep crush on his beautiful cousin, but now, he is about to separate.

The Shengtian Martial Academy was the first martial academy of the Han Dynasty, and the martial academy was under closed management, only admitting students under the age of sixteen.

The enrollment threshold of the Holy Heaven Martial Academy is very high, and only those who have become a martial artist above the peak of the Yuan Qi Realm before the age of sixteen can enter the Martial Academy to study. But at the same time, eighty percent of the famous generals and powerhouses of the Han Dynasty were all from the Holy Heavenly Martial Academy!

The realm of martial artists is divided into the Yuan Qi Realm, the True Qi Realm, the Void Realm, the Divine Power Realm, and the Nirvana Realm, and each realm is divided into primary, intermediate, high, and pinnacle.

Yuan Qi Realm martial artists can lead the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to refine their bodies, True Qi Realm martial artists can release their True Qi and hurt people in the air, and Void Realm powerhouses can step into the air and be almost omnipotent.

But now, Song Jian hasn't even opened the most basic dantian acupoint, that is to say, he is not a martial artist at all!

"My cousin and Song Zheng have both entered the Holy Heavenly Martial Academy this year, and I don't have a chance to be by her side!"

"I'm fifteen years old this year, if ...... If I can become a martial artist at the peak of the Yuan Qi Realm within a year, I will still have a chance to enter the Holy Heaven Martial Academy! At that time, I will be able to see my cousin again and be by his side again!"

Song Jian stood up again, gasping for breath a few times.

"Within a year, the peak of the Yuan Qi Realm, I must succeed!"

Song Jian bent down and ran towards the top of the hill again.

"The book of exercises I practice is called the Seven Rings, which is a kind of internal and external exercises, although it can only be barely regarded as a middle-level exercise, but it is the most suitable for me, because it can achieve the effect of impacting the acupuncture points through the ascetic cultivation of the body, since my qualifications are not good, then I will pave the way of this martial artist with endless sweat!"

Song Jian shook his head, and the sweat droplets were thrown down by him like rain, and at the same time, at the dantian of the lower abdomen, a trace of true qi was flowing, and the true qi was constantly impacting the acupoints at his dantian, but for some reason, the acupoints of the dantian were extremely blocked, and it was almost impossible to rush away!

A martial artist is a process of constantly opening his own acupoints, absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, and sensing the rules of martial arts, and this first step, breaking through the dantian acupoint, is the watershed of becoming a martial artist!

There are millions of acupuncture points in the human body, some people are born with light acupoints and are easy to open, and their cultivation talent is good, while most people are blocked and closed in acupoints, and they must put in more effort to become martial artists!

However, Song Jian's dantian acupoint was particularly seriously blocked, as if it had been poisoned!

"Hoo ......"

Song Jian took a big breath and fell on the top of the mountain all of a sudden, today's training project was finally completed, but the dantian acupoint still hadn't been opened.

"Ouch, isn't this the Seventh Young Master? What's wrong, Seventh Young Master, why are you lying on the ground like a dog?"

A smug laugh came from the forest, and then four people came out of the forest, one of them carrying two pheasants in his hand.

Song Jian ranked seventh among all the brothers, but it was obvious that this title of "Seventh Young Master" was full of mockery.

Song Jian raised his eyes and looked at the person, it was Song Zheng, who was the sixth oldest among the children of the Song Palace, and the elder brother who was going to enter the Holy Heaven Martial Academy with his cousin Xia You this year.

Song Zheng was sixteen years old this year, relying on a precious Breaking Rank Pill, he finally became a peak martial artist of the Yuan Qi Realm before the age of sixteen, just enough to enter the Saint Heaven Martial Academy.

Song Zheng was followed by three servants of the Song Palace, all three of whom were the small leaders of the Song Palace, with a little power in their hands, and they liked to follow Song Zheng to bully Song Jian on weekdays.

"I guess the Seventh Young Master must have found a piece of in front of him, so he was lying there. The man with the pheasant in his hand laughed and said, his name is Zhang Wenshan, although he is only a servant, but he has also opened up the dantian acupoint and is a martial artist at the beginning of the Yuan Qi Realm.

Song Jian ignored Song Zheng and the others, he slowly got up, and then turned his head and walked down the mountain, he was used to this kind of insult.

"Ouch, what's wrong, Seventh Young Master, are you angry? Haha, oh, by the way, Seventh Young Master, I'm going to the Holy Heavenly Martial Academy tomorrow, don't worry, I will definitely take care of Cousin Xia You." She and I are in the same department, and my mother is trying to get me into a class, a group, or even a dormitory! ”

Song Zheng stood on the top of the mountain and laughed proudly, his mother was none other than Wang Shuping, the mistress of the Song Palace. Of course, Wang Shuping hopes that her son can be a pair with Xia You, after all, although Xia You's mother is dead and her father has disappeared, she is just a little girl without any background power, but her talent is rare, and her future achievements will definitely be very high.

Song Jian's heart ached, he clenched his fists, and secretly swore in his heart: "One year, one year later, I will definitely stand in the Holy Heaven Martial Academy, stand in front of my cousin, and tell her that I have always liked her!"

Song Zheng saw that his words did not hurt Song Jian, he bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it towards Song Jian with a "whoosh".

With a "bang", Song Jian was knocked to the ground by the stone, and his body rolled down the hill with a grunt.

"Get out of here, you waste!" Song Zheng smirked, "You're just a broom star who killed your mother, a waste who can't even become a martial artist! Why did you get your father's special care, why did you get so close to your cousin! Also, tell you, in three months, Wang Qingshan will win your maid Cai'er as a concubine, my mother has agreed, you just wait to drink the happy bar!"

Song Jian's body rolled faster and faster, and when he heard Song Zheng's last words in his ears, his heart was churning, and even Cai'er was going to leave me?

No! I am not reconciled! I will never be a waste! I want to be strong! I will guard my dignity, my cousin, my maid, and everything I love!

With this sense of grief and indignation, Song Jian's body rolled faster and faster, and finally hit his head on the stone with a "bang" and fainted.