Nameless Peak-

A little boy was sitting in the nursery, holding a herb that had just been dug out of the ground.

His name is Wen Xiaobai, and he is six years old this year.

Wen Xiaobai raised his immature face, looked at an old man lying on an easy chair basking in the sun at the door of the grass hut and asked, "Second grandfather, I've watched for an hour, can I go play now?"

"Do you see clearly?"

The second grandfather's face was terrifying, black and blue. The left eye disappeared nowhere, leaving a horribly hollow eye socket, and the voice was even more incapable of making people want to listen to it.

Rather than being human, it is better to think of him as a poison.

"One hour, I can see it very clearly!" Wen Xiaobai said categorically.

This is Martinland, an adult who is about two inches long, has a cold nature, and has a good function for clearing phlegm and relieving cough.

Wen Xiaobai has already touched it thoroughly in his heart.

"How many serrations does it have in one leaf?" the second grandfather asked.

"This ...... This ......" Wen Xiaobai unexpectedly asked such a tricky question, stunned, and didn't know how to respond.

He never dared to lower his head and look at it again, and the second grandfather would never give people a second chance to study when he asked questions.

Last month, I couldn't answer the second grandfather's question, so I secretly flipped through the medical book, and he hung it on a tree for three hours.

The second grandfather said: "Do you think that squatting there for an hour will be over? You are always so half-hearted, swallowing dates, and in the future, you will enter the rivers and lakes, and sooner or later you will become a little ghost who died unjustly." ”

The second grandfather sighed and said, "You go to your naughty grandfather, it's time for him to pass on your martial arts." ”

As soon as the words fell, a voice came from the grass hut on the right: "Boy, come on, let grandpa see how you are practicing the Mixed Yuan Qigong?"

A ragged figure came out, grabbed Wen Xiaobai's arm with both hands, and landed on a tree.

The old urchin stepped on the branches around Wen Xiaobai and said happily: "Hehe, I was trained by that old poison again?" It doesn't matter, grandpa will play with you, you see!"

As he spoke, the old urchin opened his hand and posed a small bird.

The old naughty boy said: "This is called Hanyan, born on the cliff of the deep mountains. The other day, they came here to make a nest, and I caught one to play with you. If you like, I'll go and catch the two old ones. ”

Wen Xiaobai was taken aback and said, "Old, is that his father?"

Wen Xiaobai took Han Yan from the old urchin and stroked its trembling body.

The old naughty boy smiled: "Yes, yes, yes." ”

Wen Xiaobai let go of his hands and held them towards the sky.

Han Yan flapped her wings and quickly left, flying into the sky.

The old naughty boy said, "It's so decent, what did you do with it?"

Wen Xiaobai stared at Han Yan flying in the air, and said, "Let them go to their father and mother, it's really not interesting to stay with me." ”

The old urchin lay down on the branch and said, "You just have to be happy, what do you care about their parents?"

Wen Xiaobai's eyes darkened, and he snorted, "I'...... My Daddy...... Mother...... Where are they ......?"

When this was mentioned in the past, not only the second grandfather was furious, but even the naughty grandfather didn't have a good face.

Sure enough, the old urchin said, "What's the use of what you say? In the future, don't think of me as your grandfather, you can treat me as your father!"

Between words, it is quite unkind.

Wen Xiaobai also didn't look at him angrily, and said, "Hmph, where is my mother?"

The old urchin was asked, looked around, pointed to the second grandfather with a terrifying face in the distance, and said, "Isn't he your mother?"

Wen Xiaobai's eyes turned white, and he no longer took care of the old naughty boy.

The old naughty boy couldn't stand this dull atmosphere the most, waved his hand, and said, "Eh, if you don't practice Mixed Yuan One Qigong today, I'll teach you some fun, okay?"

After speaking, the old urchin kicked his feet, and disappeared from the branch, faintly appearing on another branch.

Wen Xiaobai was a child in the end, and he became interested and shouted: "Grandpa Naughty, what is this, teach me quickly!"

The old naughty boy replied: "This is my self-created light skill, called 'Eighth-level Great Wind'. It is divided into eight realms, and it is as fast as the wind when it moves. ”

Wen Xiaobai's interest was completely aroused, and he clapped his hands and said, "Okay, how should I learn?"

The old naughty boy jumped back again and said, "You have my mixed yuan one qigong foundation, so it is naturally not difficult to learn." Come down with me, and I will pass on the mantra to you. ”

Saying that, the old urchin assisted Wen Xiaobai and jumped down.

Wen Xiaobai sat cross-legged according to the old urchin's request, with his hands on his knees, like an old monk sitting still.

The old naughty boy said: "Qi is injected into the feet, the dantian returns to the yang, the five hearts are facing the sky, and the qi shrinks and the cold beads ......"

The old naughty boy was like a river, chatting about 300 words, and telling it out.

Although there are still obscure places in it, as long as he memorizes it by rote, the old naughty boy will teach him the method of cultivation in the future.

Wen Xiaobai listened to it once, and remembered in his heart that eight or nine were not far from ten.

The old naughty boy said: "Don't ask anything, don't say anything, go back now and fall asleep, tomorrow will be natural." ”

Wen Xiaobai was confused, didn't dare to ask more, and returned to a small grass hut specially built for himself by a naughty grandfather.

The furnishings inside are a bit shabby, only a wooden bed for people to lie on, and there is not even a wooden frame for eating and washing.

The only thing that could be seen was the long sword hanging from the bedside.

It is said to be his family heirloom sword, three feet three feet long, tightly wrapped in a plain dull scabbard. The smell of blood in it lingered for a long time, and it belonged to his father and his enemies.

Wen Xiaobai must smell these disgusting smells and fall asleep every day, otherwise he won't be able to sleep.

The sword hasn't been unsheathed in six years......

Outside the house -

The second grandfather dangled the easy chair, looked at the old naughty boy who was happy, and said, "Teach him light exercises now, don't you be afraid that he will secretly run down the mountain, and leave you here alone, wouldn't it be very boring." ”

The old urchin said proudly: "Do you think I will teach him the 'Eighth-level Great Wind'? Otherwise, in the future, he will be recognized by the rivers and lakes, and this stinky boy will not know how he died!"

The second grandfather said: "Hehe, the taste of debt is not comfortable." Not only did he pass on the Mixed Yuan One Qigong, but you must even pass on the 'Ling Bo Weibu' to him tomorrow. ”

The old naughty boy ignored him, and sighed secretly: It's a loss, these two sets of kung fu are my life-saving kung fu, and now they are all given to that stinky boy.

Suddenly, the old naughty boy stared at the second grandfather viciously, and said: "I'm not good at moves, teach him internal skills, the method of escaping for his life is still okay, as for the martial arts moves, you still have to teach them." ”

The second grandfather exhaled and said, "If you don't teach, you don't teach, I feel upset." ”

The old urchin approached the second grandfather and said in a low voice: "Don't forget, his surname is Wen!"

The second grandfather's body trembled, his slightly closed right eye suddenly opened, and his hands had reached the chest of the old naughty boy at some point.

With just a light pat, this martial arts master can die.

The old urchin still had a smile on his face, as if he didn't feel the slightest danger, and said, "Although this stinky boy's father hurt you like this, you can't get out of what happened ten years ago. ”

The second grandfather slowly lowered his hands, and Lian, who was originally indifferent, gradually smiled......