Chapter 7 Mother's Parent

"Mother, today is your birthday, guess what gift I will give you?" In the dusk sunset, the pink-carved child put his hands behind his back, tried to tilt his head, and asked his mother with a look of hope.

"Hmm...... The corners of the plain woman's mouth curled, she thought about it very "seriously", shook her head helplessly, and said: "You ran out all day today, how can my mother guess what my good son has prepared for me?"

"Dangdangdang, it's a garland!" said a five- or six-year-old who held aloft a wreath that had been knitting for an afternoon.

"What a beautiful garland, thank you for knowing. The woman took the garland with both hands and put it on herself gently.

"My mother is so beautiful. ”

"Let's go home, my mother steamed the fish today, it won't taste good when it's cold. ”

The two held hands and walked in the afterglow of the sunset, which reflected a long shadow on the bluestone slab.

"Mother, where is my father? I didn't come to celebrate my mother's birthday today, bad father. ”

"You know, you can't say that about your father. Your father is far, far away now, but he must miss us very much. ”

"Mother, I also caught a big grasshopper this afternoon, but I accidentally let it run away when I was weaving a wreath for my mother. "A child's sorrow is always like a breeze in April, which comes and goes quickly.

"Then tomorrow my mother will accompany you to catch another one, okay. ”

"Forget it, my mother is busy with housework, and I'll go with Brother Huzi tomorrow. ”

"It's sensible to know. The woman gently stroked the child's head, proud of the child's words and deeds.

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"How did my mother tell you, you dare to skip school and run out to play?!" the woman blushed with anger, and the feather duster in her hand trembled slightly with her body.

Seven or eight-year-old children just kept their heads down, not daring to look their mothers in the eyes.

"My mother asked you to go to the school to let you read and write, and the governor was reasonable, why did you grow up and not listen to your mother's words!" The woman raised her duster and wanted to fight, but since the child was born, mother and son have depended on each other, and after all, she still couldn't bear to wave it.

Perhaps seeing his mother's reluctance, the child exhaled slightly, and as soon as his mind relaxed, he played with the corners of his clothes a little indifferently. When the woman saw this, she finally relented and struck the child with a duster, but the tears flowed before the child.

"Does it hurt?" At night, the woman put her arms around the child and gently applied ointment to the child by the light of the lamp.

"It doesn't hurt that much. Mother, I'm sorry, I know it's wrong. The child wiped away his tears with his hands, but he could not wipe them clean.

"I know, my mother wants you to study hard, if you succeed in studying. If I met your father in the future, he would be very happy. ”

"Well, I will definitely study hard in the future. Mother, can you tell me again what kind of person my father is?"

"He's a very learned man," said the woman, who smiled at last, "There seems to be nothing in astronomy and geography that he doesn't know." In the silence of the night, the woman softly remembered the child's father, year after year, over and over again.

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"Ho," a gloomy murmur seemed to explode in his ears, and a huge black dragon hovered low in the sky, its thin wings reflecting the cold light, and there was no trace of human emotion in its red eyes.

"Heaven is endless, there are monks in such a remote place. "The huge and hideous dragon head stood high in the sea of fire, and the golden liquid dripping from the mouth did not know whether it was blood or saliva.

Through the cracks in the ground, Ye Zhi looked helplessly at the thin figure hanging in front of the black dragon. The bloody back looked back at the magic circle that sheltered the child underground, and the resolute body and the delicate mother on weekdays were like two people. She seemed to have used the last strength of her life to carve the child into her soul, and when she looked back, there was only resoluteness on her face: "Evil animal, my human race will not let you go!"

"That will have to wait until I eat everyone here!"

The child's heart was full of fear, and he couldn't even think about why his mother, who usually looked weak, could float in the air.

Countless red, golden, and blazing clusters of light were rising and falling, and the roaring sound resounded throughout the world.

Maybe it's just a moment, or maybe it's a lifetime as long, countless broken pictures sink into the heart of a dying teenager through the sparkling eyes.

Outside the huge dragon's mouth, a blood-stained woman's arm hung lonely in the air.

It's a picture of eternity.

"Mother...... The consciousness of "pro-......" was finally replaced by darkness.

"Is this a dream?" the last thought drifted through my mind.

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In the small makeup mountain, in the quiet room, the young man shouted "mother" and sat up.

"Are you awake, do you feel uncomfortable?" In the quiet room, Mr. Xu was sitting not far away reading a book.

"Mr. Xu, what's wrong with me. ”

"Something went wrong, but now it's fine. It's all too late, are you hungry? I've left you a meal. ”

Saying this, Ye Zhizhi really felt uncomfortable hungry, and nodded: "Well, I'm a little hungry." ”

Qing Qiong rice, thunder bamboo shoots, Zhiniao meat, the food on the table made the hungry Ye Zhizhi feast on a meal. After eating a meal full of aura, the young man burped with satisfaction, only to feel that his whole body was full of energy, and even felt that the aura in his body had increased a little.

"There is not a lot of aura in these foods, but there is no dirt in the body, and long-term consumption is also beneficial to your physical development. ”

After eating a meal, you can feel that the aura in your body seems to have increased, can it be detrimental to your physical development? Ye Zhizhi thought silently in his heart.

"After you get started, you will come to Xiaoxiang Mountain to practice, there are still empty rooms in the courtyard, and your master and mother have already helped you clean up. ”

"Ah, isn't this good?" Ye Zhixiao said timidly, but he remembered Qi Lingwei, who had been a neighbor for three years.

"It's okay, these things were brought back by your master when she went out of the sect to do tasks, and they are not available anywhere else. Moreover, Xiaoxiang Mountain is full of spiritual energy, and if you practice here, you will be able to break through again in about a month. ”

Hearing this, Ye Zhizhi was overjoyed, and then he was a little worried: "Will the situation last time...?"

"With me here, there will be no problem. ”

The big stone in his heart fell, and Ye Zhizhi finally showed a smile again, and asked, "Mr. Xu, then when will I officially apprentice?" According to the rules of the Heavenly Mirror Sect, only elders can accept apprentices, but if the disciples reach the Dao Tribulation Realm, they can also accept apprentices. When the disciples enter, they will hold an apprenticeship ceremony, and the most solemn in recent years is that the sect master receives the closed disciple Xu Ningyue, at that time, all the major sects in the human realm have sent envoys to congratulate, and even some demon clans with a good relationship with the human race have come to watch the ceremony.

"Tomorrow, our family is already thin, and now I'm the only one left, so you don't have to be so grand, you can also ask your friends to come over. ”

"Yes, sir. "According to the rules, only those who have held an apprenticeship ceremony can be called a master.

"Yes, you're awake. Jiang Wanqing pushed the door in, Ying Ying sat next to Xu Xin, and Ye Zhizhi hurriedly responded.

"Qingqing, are you done discussing it?"

"Well, they've all gone back. ”

"Have they taken all the amulets I made?" Xu Xin gently held his wife's hand.

"I've brought them all, and I've taken care of them. ”

"That's good, you're just in time, you know that you've just finished eating, you can teach him the Xingyi Alchemy Technique, and it's time to consume food. ”

"Let's go outside, then. ”

The three of them came to the courtyard, and Ye Zhixiao followed Jiang Wanqing to make various actions. Xingyi Body Alchemy, born from the supreme body refining method of the Pure Body Refining Technique, has been improved by Xu Xin, simplifying the original cumbersome one hundred and eight styles to seventy-two forms that are easy for low-level monks to practice, and it is the first eighteen styles to learn today.

"If you can't finish practicing, you can't rest. Xu Xin said lightly, and then sat on a rattan chair in the courtyard and read the book leisurely.

This seems to be a set of boxing techniques, but it is completely different from the boxing techniques that Ye Zhizhi practiced when he was forging his body before, and it is more like the gymnastics practiced by the old man he watched in his hometown when he was young. According to the requirements, Ye Zhizhi ran the exercises while following Jiang Wanqing to make all kinds of strange movements, but after only practicing the four styles, Ye Zhizhi felt out of breath. As the fifth form progressed, the steps retreated, the body rotated slowly, and the muscles of the whole body trembled violently with the operation of the aura in the body, and Ye Zhiyi fell to the ground without standing firmly.

"Go on. Jiang Wanqing didn't mean to let the young man rest, and said coldly.

The young man looked ruthless, mustered up his strength to get up from the ground, and did not say a word from beginning to end. In the eighth form, Ye Zhizhi was already sweating, he only felt that every movement was not too difficult to complete, at most it was only a little strange, but with the operation of the aura in his body, every part of his body was violently consuming his energy. Eleventh, Ye Zhizhi was almost crumbling, and he gritted his teeth hard to hold on. In the fifteenth type, the boy is already confused, and he is holding on with tenacity. In the sixteenth form, he finally couldn't hold on, and fell to the ground with his butt, panting heavily.

"Stand up!" Hearing Mr. Xu's voice in a blur, Ye Zhizhi tried his best to gather his spirit, and slowly stood up with his hands on the ground!

The eighteenth style! The young man who had practiced all the movements finally fell unconscious, and his body was supported by Jiang Wanqing.

"Perseverance, children can be taught. Xu Xin looked at the young man and nodded slightly.