Ye Feng slept in a daze, slept soundly, and had a beautiful dream.

In the dream, there is a grandfather who has always loved him, a father who likes to teach himself great truths, a mother who is always a knife mouth and a tofu heart, and a second uncle who is cynical and often secretly takes him to the mountains to hunt.

"Mother!"

The young man shouted, one got up and woke up from his sleep, looked around and found that it was dark at this time, looked at the surrounding terrain, and confirmed that he should still be in Qingyang Mountain, and there was still a bonfire in the open space not far from him, and the fragrant rabbit meat was roasted on the bonfire.

"Awake?"

Ye Feng looked for the sound, and saw a man wearing a hat and a snow-white fox lying on his shoulder, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"You saved me?"

Although Ye Feng was young, he was thoughtful, and he quickly analyzed the situation.

The man in the hat nodded, mumbled, and said in a gentle tone: "That's right, I saved you, if there is anything you want to ask, I should be able to answer it!"

The man walked to the campfire by himself, tore off a piece of rabbit meat with two fingers and handed it to the mouth of the little white fox on his shoulder, but the latter looked away with disgust.

Ye Feng didn't rush to ask, but touched his waist first, and seeing that the short stick on his waist was still there, the young man couldn't help but breathe a little relief in his heart.

This textureless stick was a gift from Ye Changfeng on the seventh birthday of the boy, and he swore that it was a rare treasure in the world.

Although Ye Feng was small at that time, he could also see that this stick had no other use than being a burning stick, but he still accepted the stick with a happy face, so as not to win his grandfather's heart, and only treat his grandfather as an old fool.

Later, because of Ye Changfeng's frequent instructions, the young man regarded this stick as an inseparable "partner", and he would take it with him wherever he went, and now he has developed a habit.

After coming back to his senses, Ye Feng quickly sorted out his thoughts in his mind, and asked the man the question he wanted to ask the most: "Are my father and my grandfather still alive?"

"Alive. ”

The man in the hat replied briefly.

"Where are they?"

The boy asked.

"You don't need to know where they are, you don't have to know what's going on, you just need to know that their lives won't be in danger in the next ten years, because you can't save them at all, and it's useless to know too much!"

The man added some wood to the campfire, and his tone was a little cold and direct.

After listening to the man's words, Ye Feng didn't cry or make a fuss, just stared at the bonfire in front of him with his knees hugging his knees without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.

"The death of those two warriors... Do you blame me?"

The man in the hat broke the dull atmosphere and turned his head to look at Ye Feng.

"No blame..."

The young man shook his head indifferently and said softly, "I only hate myself for being lowly and not being able to save Uncle Qin and them..."

"Alas~"

The man in the hat sighed with a pout, and turned over to explain to the young man earnestly:

"It's not that I don't want to save them, it's just that saving you is already messing up the cause and effect, if you save them again, then this cause and effect will only be imposed on you, and one day, more people will die because of you, because this is the way of heaven!"

After saying that, a look of helplessness appeared on the man's warm face.

The young man stared blankly at the bonfire, with tears in his eyes, and whispered: "Heavenly Dao... Heavenly Dao..."

After a long time, Ye Feng suddenly got up and walked in front of the man in the hat, and shook it to the end, "Thank you seniors for saving your life!

Ye Feng knew that the man in front of him was very strong, and at this moment, he was also very eager for strong power, because only strong strength could save his parents who didn't know where they were, protect the people he wanted to protect, and not be afraid of this heavenly way!

"Puff~"

The man in the hat didn't hold back his laughter, put away his sad expression and stared at Ye Feng up and down a few times, slowly shook his head, and said:

"Don't bother, I won't accept you as an apprentice! There are three reasons, first, I never accept apprentices, second, your qualifications are not enough to make me tempted, and third, the path of martial arts cultivation is far from as simple as you think!"

The man turned his head and continued to roast the rabbit meat on the bonfire seriously, ignoring Ye Feng no longer.

But Ye Feng was unmoved, still maintaining a saluting posture, and seemed to be in a stalemate with the man.

"His grandmother's~"

After a while, the man in the hat turned his head to look at Ye Feng with his teeth, and frowned impatiently: "Your little doll is really good enough!"

The man took out the book from his empty sleeve, threw it to Ye Feng, and scolded: "Take it, talk to me after reading it!"

Ye Feng was slightly stunned, and then looked at the book in his hand curiously.

The cover of this book is a little yellowed, it should have been some years, and the cover reads "Nie Li's Travels" four big characters, and the calligraphy is uninhibited, faintly revealing the free and easy artistic conception of the world.

"I'm not Nie Li's little sissy, he's half of my friend!"

The man seemed to be afraid that Ye Feng would misunderstand, so he suddenly added while biting the rabbit meat.

The young man looked up at the man in the hat, nodded, and opened Nie Li's travelogue with his eyebrows.

After a few hours, Ye Feng briefly finished reading this travelogue, sat on the ground and closed the yellowed book, and the young man's heart was shocked.

If what is said in this book is true, then the bizarre light in this world and the vast avenue of martial arts cultivation are too small compared to the ten realms of physical training that Ye Feng has been pursuing in small Qingxi Town!

To make a long story short, the book records what a man named Nie Li saw and heard when he walked down the mountain and walked out of the division at the age of twenty-seven, and experienced more than seven years of training all the way.

I don't know when the martial arts cultivation journey originated, and it is said that a great war tens of thousands of years ago made many martial arts cheats disappear from the world.

Time evolved, and martial arts practice formed two ways, qi training and body training.

The practice of qi and body is divided into four major schools, namely Tao, Dharma, Buddha, and Spirit.

Among the four major families, only Buddhism Zen Buddhism belongs to the practice of the body, and the physical body is like a copper wall, and the cultivation of the mind makes the mind free and beyond the world.

The spirit of the Ling family concentrates on practicing qi, cultivating the spiritual power of the Dao Court and communicating with the spirit pet, which can drive the divine beast to kill people and thousands of miles away.

Legalists pursue the power of spells and the cultivation of magic weapons, and those with outstanding talents can improve their strength by several levels with the help of charms and magic weapons.

Taoism pursues martial arts moves and mental methods, practices qi and imperial swords, and there are kendo geniuses who can destroy cities and split mountains with only one sword in their hands, and cut off rivers and seas.

There are 20 layers of physical or qi training, and the first ten layers are called small perfection and the last ten layers are great perfection. The other three call the first ten floors for the foundation, and the last ten for the Xuanzhao.

The last four layers of Xuanzhao are called the Jiedan, the Jindan, the Yuanying, and the Transformation God in turn.

The first ten layers of the world and the children of the rivers and lakes can all cultivate, and how far they can go on the path of cultivation depends on their talent and chance.

After crossing the moat and stepping into the last ten layers, the cultivator can truly embark on the path of martial arts!

Every time the last ten layers are upgraded, the life span of Sanjiazi can be extended, and even the Yuan Infant will fly with the sword out of the body, just like a celestial being.

And these are existences that many cultivators of the top ten layers dare not think of, or even know about at all.

In addition, it is also recorded in the book that now the earth is divided into two, the human race occupies the Dongliu Continent, the demon clan occupies the West Continent, and there are some islands on the sea between the two places, but more of it is a tornado storm that is enough to engulf the Jindan Mirror monk, which also makes the two races safe and quiet for thousands of years.

The Dongliu Continent is now divided into four major dynasties, Qin, Song, Western Chu, and Jin, each of which is supported by the strongest sect among the four major families.

Daqin-Legalist Qianji School, Great Song Dynasty-Taoist Taishang Jiuzhou Island, Western Chu-Lingjia Luoyuxuan, Dajin-Buddhism Tianyin Temple.

These immortal cultivation sects all have their own enchantments that hide the sect in the mountains and wilderness, and ordinary people and ordinary martial artists can't find their existence at all.

As for some second-rate sects that are not comparable, they are not mentioned in the book.

In addition, the travelogue also emphasizes that the cultivation of qi and physical training and the improvement of the level of exercises and mental methods are completely different things.

The two complement each other, and if a powerful exercise is paired with the most suitable mental method, it will get twice the result with half the effort.

When the practice reaches a certain level or encounters an opportunity, it may help the monk break through to the realm of cultivation and ascension.

However, if you forcibly cultivate high-level exercises or mental methods and cultivate to a low level, the lighter ones will burst into the dantian and the Dao Court will be damaged, and the heavier ones will explode and die.

"Boy, are you stupid?"

The man in the hat looked at Ye Feng, who had been in deep thought, picked up a small pebble and smashed it on the young man's leg and asked with a smile.

Ye Feng shook his head and said with his eyebrows: "No, it's just more confused!"

"It's good if I don't have it, I won't cure stupid diseases..."

The man smiled and shook a word, got up and came to the young man, stretched out his right hand to Ye Feng who was sitting on the ground, and said gently: "Acquaintance, my name is Leng Nuan, very cold cold, very warm Nuan, a swordsman." ”

"My name is Ye Feng, the leaf of the maple leaf, the maple of the maple leaf. ”

The young man looked up at the man in the hat, with a hint of a smile in his dark eyes, and gently shook his warm hand.

The bonfire burning under the starry sky silently witnessed the beginning of a friendship that was more in love than Jin Jian, and also witnessed the birth of a future kendo legend.

The next morning, Ye Feng got up early and punched all over the Fuhu boxing, so he went to the mountains to pick some wild fruits, intending to bring them to the cold and warm for breakfast.

The young man's heart is very grateful for the life-saving grace of Leng Nuan, but unfortunately he can't repay it when he is young, so he can only do some small things within his ability.

"Xiao Yefeng, you don't want to go back to Qingxi Town, that Taishou surnamed Yang has sealed your home and sent people all over the town to look for you, we will go down the mountain after eating in a while, and when you get out of Qingyang Mountain, you will continue to go east to a place called Longyou City alone, and when you get there, you will find a way to settle there, don't ask why, I really can't afford to carry so many causes and effects!"

Leng Nuan said vaguely while eating wild fruits, while the little white fox on his shoulder still closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping.

"Hmm..."

Ye Feng nodded solemnly in response, without hesitation between his words.

For this wandering swordsman who had just known him for a short time, the young man already had an inexplicable trust in his heart, and he believed that Leng Nuan's insistence on letting him go to Longyou City must be for his own good.

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In a palatial attic, two people sit cross-legged around a chessboard made of jade.

One is a middle-aged man with a gloomy face in casual clothes, and the other is an old man with white hair and a withered face and a brown linen robe.

"Sir, I really can't afford to wait!"

The gloomy man held a sunspot in his hand, and there was a hint of supplication in his eyes and words.

If Mrs. Yang of Qingxi Town stayed here, he would definitely drop his jaw in shock!

Who would have thought that the biggest vassal king in the life of Rong Ma and the Great Song Kingdom who killed people without blinking, King Jing and Zhao Si, would talk to people so politely?