Come to the stone cave, the patriarch Shangqing to a statue in the hall, offering incense and bowing, this god is a legendary old man in the Xuan clan, and also the founder of the Xuan clan, after worshipping the incense, he turned to look at the Xuan Ying and the clan mother Sanniang on the side and said: We have been passing on the cultivation of the root vein to Shunzi for many years, and now it is time to teach him the cultivation of the abdominal vein, and then he paused and said: I don't know, he... At this point, he stopped talking, but he just sighed and didn't say anything, and it was not difficult to see a slight disappointment on his face.

Sanniang, the patriarch, couldn't see any look on her face, but sighed slightly: I don't think this matter is urgent, Shunzi's cultivation of the pulse method has been very slow in recent years, far behind people of the same age, if it is taught now, I am afraid that it will not be able to reach it quickly.

Then she said lightly: Patriarch, why do you have high hopes for him, maybe Shunzi Tianfang is a mortal person, why should we force him, he has done his best.

It is not difficult to see that there is a trace of pity in her eyes, and there is a touch of gentleness in her expression, but there is still a trace of melancholy, and she sighed: Unconsciously, he has grown up, and the past ten years seem to have been particularly long.

Xuan Ying on the side groaned for a while and said: Everything is inseparable from strange words on him, I think Shunzi is not as simple as we imagined, why are we so pessimistic.

After being said by the old man, Shangqing and the clan mother were slightly stunned, and then looked at the old man in confusion, Shangqing frowned and said: Why did the mage say that?

Xuan Ying stroked his beard, and said slowly: It is already a miracle to fall into my Xuan Realm, and it is even more mysterious to scare away the demons, and there is no one to compare with the bamboo flute, even in the cultivation of the pulse method, he is different from everyone else, when others practice the initial layer of the Tai Chi Pulse, it only takes two years, and three years is the latest, but he has been cultivating for eight years, and I am afraid that there is no such person in my Xuan Realm, and then he paused and looked at the two of them and said: Isn't it strange in him? He is always different from others.

Hearing what the mage said, the two of them also nodded, and Shangqing hurriedly said: What the mage said is that it is me Shangqing who is too anxious, and then he hurriedly said: But this matter of pulse cultivation is also a major matter that concerns him, if there is really an extraordinary day in his life, he should be taught to him as soon as possible, I don't know that the mage and Sanniang... , he looked at the two of them.

The clan mother Sanniang didn't say anything, just turned her eyes to the Xuanying mage on the side, seeking his meaning, in her heart how she didn't know the foundation and talent of Feng Shunzi's child, so many years she raised him with her own hands, she was already half of his mother, she knew his character and temperament best, in addition to being well-behaved and sensible, hard-working and diligent are also rare in the clan, but for his cultivation, but let her as a clan mother is also surprised, from the time he can remember, the clan has devoted all his efforts to cultivate, but it is a disappointment year after year, I didn't expect his comprehension of the pulse method to be so slow, it is also a rare thing that has never appeared in the Xuan clan, so she didn't have too many opinions in this regard, and in the end, it was the patriarch and the mage who made up their minds, but after all, there was still a trace of it in her heart.

Xuan Ying nodded at Shangqing and said: Yes, even if his qualifications are poor, what should be taught is still taught, as long as there is a breakthrough in him, I think there will be a miracle one day.

The two of them heard the old man say this, and the disappointment in their hearts seemed to have calmed down a lot, and the patriarch Sanniang looked out at the sky, and said with a worried expression: It's all this hour, why haven't you seen them come back, is there something wrong.

Saying that, she hurriedly walked towards the entrance of the cave, and as soon as she reminded her, Shangqing and the mage also went to the entrance of the cave one after another.

When the three of them came to the entrance of the cave, they saw that the sky was gradually darkening, and there was a faint mist.

Many clansmen took advantage of the sky and hurriedly rushed from outside, but they never saw Ye Dong and Feng Shunzi.

Sanniang, the mother of the clan, was very worried: Usually I should come back at this hour, what happened today.

Shangqing's expression didn't feel too nervous, but stepped forward to comfort: Sanniang don't worry, they will be fine, you forget, the monster in this fog is the one who is most afraid of him.

When he said this, the mother of the clan was very wide in her heart, but when she thought about it carefully, it seemed to pull her back to more than ten years ago, when the miracles and scenes that happened to this child seemed to be vivid, and it seemed to be forever separated from the world, the years passed easily, and it was more than ten years later, but the night of which year was unforgettable for the entire Xuan people.

Just when the sky gradually covered the entire sky, in the dust in the distance, a figure finally appeared, this figure was running quickly towards the three people, a tall and burly figure holding a double axe, carrying a young man, running quickly in the dust, the young man on his shoulder seemed to be carrying something, in the light fog a little blurred, unrecognizable, until the figure of the two gradually appeared clearly in front of the three people, the three of them were slightly relieved.

Ye Dong gasped, looked at the three of them with a weak heart, scratched his head and said with a smile: Why, why is everyone here.

The young man jumped down from Dongzi, and when he saw the serious expressions on the faces of the three of them, he knew that the two of them must be inevitably scolded, and stepped forward with the pheasant in his hand and said sincerely: Clan Niang, Uncle Shangqing, Grandpa Xuanying, Shunzi has made you worried.

When the woman's mother saw the child, her originally calm face softened a little, and she stepped forward and stroked his head and said: It's good to come back, remember the words of the clansman, and you must come back before dark in the future, so as not to worry the clansmen.

Shangqing looked at the sky and said busily: Let's go back and say, the sky is already dark, and the fog is coming.

With that, they went to the cave.

Shangqing, who was just walking at the end, grabbed Dongzi on the side and asked: Where did you and Junzi go today, why did you come back so late today.

Dongzi said casually: I didn't go anywhere, I just went to the top of the mountain to hunt.

Shangqing was stunned, as if he had thought of something, the four words "the top of the mountain" seemed to evoke memories, and then he said with a solemn face: How to go to the top of the mountain, didn't I tell you how many times, in the future, I will take Shunzi to that place less, how dangerous the birds and beasts in that place are, don't you Dongzi know.

Dongzi didn't squeak when he was trained, but just looked at Feng Shunzi in front of him, and said with a smile: Remember, remember.

After the men left, the wind at the entrance of the cave blew even more violently, and the night mist and dust covered the entire land, and a roaring howl came in the cacophony and entered their moment.

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Coming to the stone cave, the night was already quiet, and the clansmen were all asleep one by one, and at this time, there were two people in front of the hall explaining something to a young man.

These two people are Shangqing and Xuanying, and the clan mother Sanniang did not participate, perhaps because she didn't want to see the most vulnerable side of this teenager, so she chose to avoid it.

That's right, after the three of them discussed, they decided to teach him the cultivation of the Tai Chi Pulse - Abdominal Pulse again tonight.

In the face of the two people in front of him, Feng Shunzi was very respectful, Uncle Shangqing and Grandpa Xuanying usually taught him harshly, which made him respect him all his life, and at this moment he also understood that today was the day of his transmission, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous and powerless in his heart for the cultivation of the pulse method, somehow the pulse qi heart method in his body, always unable to move naturally, smoothly, but closed, difficult, in the past few years, he has been trying hard, wanting to break the impasse of his slow cultivation, but every effort, not only in exchange for the hopelessness of the heart, but also the disappointment of the clan, but the clansmen did not give up on him, or as always, they taught the pulse method, which made him both moved and inferior, so the contradiction in his heart was incomprehensible to others.

Facing the portrait of the ancestor, Shangqing glanced at Feng Shunzi, and said solemnly: Shun'er, kneel down and kowtow to the ancestor.

After listening to the order, Feng Shunzi slowly knelt down and kowtowed three times to which portrait,

After kowtowing, he didn't get up in a hurry, but looked at the ancestor in the painting, a legendary figure who was in the dust, the message about him, more is the rumors of the clansmen from generation to generation, the cultivation of the pulse method in the world is ever-changing, but there are a few people who can create a precedent for the Xuan clan like this ancestor.

Thinking about the gap between himself and this ancestor, there is no trace of fluctuation in his heart, as if a wry smile is echoing, Feng Shunzi, Feng Shunzi, you are a mortal person, even ordinary people can't compare, how can you expect to talk to this god-like character, maybe a moment of self-deprecation can still recognize yourself, only by being a mortal self can make your heart more calm.

When I was still savoring the bitterness in my heart, a gentle voice sounded in my ears: Okay, get up.

Xuan Ying on the side stepped forward and reminded: Just be sincere, may the ancestors bless you, and you can make a breakthrough in pulse cultivation and reach a new height.

After being reminded by the old man, Feng Shunzi had more confidence and responded: Yes, Grandpa Xuanying.

Shangqing seemed to see the perseverance on the young man's face, and said in a deep voice: Shun'er, although your talent is poor, but the most feared thing about pulse cultivation is that you are not diligent enough.

Saying that, Shangqing took out a scroll from his sleeve, handed it over, and said: Take it, take it well, and thoroughly understand the mental formula of this vein, if you encounter something unclear, come to me and the master, we will naturally answer with you, remember that pulse cultivation is not a day, you need to practice hard every day, and the important thing is also self-comprehension.

The mage Xuan Ying on the side also nodded and said: Shun'er, what you said is good, the pulse cultivation is diligent and hard, if it is said that the nine layers of the root vein are to lay the foundation, then the essentials of the cultivation of the abdominal vein are to gather the qi of heaven and earth in the abdomen, open the chakra in the body, the spirit is the true element, and feel the combination of spirit and pulse, and then he sighed: The mystery of this is more to be comprehended by yourself, you learn slowly.

Feng Shunzi took the scroll, although it was a simple and light thing, but there was an invisible heaviness in his hands, he didn't know how long he would have to repair this time, and whether it was another long and torment waiting for him, this inner contradiction made him feel that the heaviness still existed, just like the lingering haze that sometimes enveloped him, but in the face of the trust and high hopes of the clan, he had no reason to retreat, because he didn't want to disappoint the clansmen.

Feng Shunzi, who took the scroll, knelt down towards the two and said: Please rest assured that Uncle Shangqing and Grandpa Xuanying have written down your words.

Both of them stepped forward to help the young man up, and a smile appeared on their faces, and they nodded with great satisfaction.

In the end, Shangqing told a few more points of cultivation, and left with Xuan Ying one after another.

Looking at the back of the two elders leaving, Feng Shunzi felt a lot of emotion in his heart, Uncle Shangqing's strictness, Grandpa Xuanying's kindness, and care for him everywhere, the leaders of the two clans placed such high hopes on themselves, and they still did not give up on themselves when they were lost, which made him quite moved, and then he looked at the scroll in his hand, and the mood was even firmer, and he just shouted softly in the depths of his heart: You can, Feng Shunzi.