Three years have passed in a blink of an eye, Yuan Sui is 12 years old, and he has been practicing the Soul Demon Record for three years, and at this time he is running towards the top of the mountain quickly, but he is using the Yuan family's light skills. In the three years of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Yuan Sui did not let him learn any martial arts of the Soul Demon Record, but only practiced inner exercises and learned the martial arts of the Yuan family. Soon Yuan Sui reached the top of the mountain, and came to his father, who was already sitting on the top of the mountain, and whispered a greeting. At this time, the sun has not risen, but the sky has already seen the belly red.

"Sui'er, it seems that your internal strength has entered the room, and you can use our Yuan family's light gong for a short time. Yuan Shao said softly.

"Yes, father, just last night when I was sleeping, I felt a trace of warmth lying in my body converging towards the dantian. My father used to talk about our Yuan family exercises, and it seems that now I am inspired. Yuan replied.

"Then you can practice all the things I told you. Yuan Shao said lightly.

So Yuan Sui re-practiced the martial arts of the Yuan family that he had practiced before and did not understand, combined with his weak internal skills, and re-practiced them in front of his father.

"Haha......"

Yuan Shao looked at his 12-year-old child with great satisfaction and laughed, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Father. Yuan Sui said anxiously.

A mouthful of blood spit out, Yuan Shao seemed to be dozens of years old, he was originally in his thirties, but now he is like an old man who is almost sixty years old.

"Sui'er, there is not much time for my father, if there is no soul and demon record, it is impossible for my father to live until now. Yuan Shao calmed himself and said.

"Father, you won't die. Yuan Sui said nervously to Yuan Shao.

"It's useless, although the internal power of the Soul Demon Record comes from the Shaolin Authentic Internal Gong Dafu Mantra, which has the best healing technique in the world, but some injuries are incurable. Yuan Shao looked at the sky and said.

At this time, the sky had already seen the sunlight rays shooting out of the clouds, until the sun showed his face, he turned to look at Yuan Sui and continued: "In the next year, I will teach you all the martial arts of the Yuan family, I hope you will not let your father down." “

"Yes, father. Yuan Sui replied a little sadly.

A year has passed in a blink of an eye, and Yuan Shao is really old. Even though he was less than forty, his hair was now half-white due to injuries from previous years.

Whenever he saw his father's gray hair, the precocious and sensible Yuan Sui worked very hard, and even tried his best to fulfill his father's requirements. Looking at his father standing in front, Yuan Sui, who was already 13 years old, clenched his fists. As for the reason why he lived here for 7 years, whenever he asked about his father's sigh and his father's occasional thoughts to himself, he already knew that his grandfather, grandmother, and mother were long gone, and the whole family was killed by others. So I have already planted a determination in my heart to become strong quickly.

"Sui'er, my father is going to leave for a while, and I am not here during this time, you have to practice the soul demon record internal skills first, and our Yuan family's martial arts can't be left behind. “

"Yes, father. ―Yuan Sui replied.

"If your father doesn't come back within three years, I believe that your internal strength will also reach Xiaocheng by then, so you can open this box, and there are things I gave you in it. Yuan Shao commanded.

"Yes, father. Yuan replied.

Yuan Shao turned his head, touched the face of the 13-year-old child, and looked at it very seriously. A deep longing appeared on his face.

After a long time, he said softly: "You are really like your mother, just as good-looking as your mother." “

At this time, Yuan Shao's eyes were full of tears and sadness.

"I'm sorry for your mother for not being able to protect her. “

Yuan Shao said in a choked voice.

Tears hit Yuan Sui's face, his heart ached, he hugged his father tightly, and hated the murderers who killed his entire clan in his heart. So Yuan Sui vowed in his heart that one day he would find the murderers who killed his mother, grandparents and the whole clan to take revenge.

Yuan Shao wiped away his tears, patted Yuan Sui's shoulder, turned around and flew towards the mountain wall, disappearing in Yuan Sui's shouting.

Yuan Sui looked up at the mountain wall of hundreds of zhang, he knew that he couldn't climb up, but he still clenched his fists and used light skills to fly up to the mountain wall, the result can be imagined, only climbed to a height of five or six meters, and then slid down and scratched both hands.

Looking at the blood on his hands, Yuan Sui didn't seem to feel pain, because from then on he would come here every day, climb up with light skills, and finally slip down and cut his hands.