Early morning.

The morning sun rises above the horizon, shining brightly on the earth.

Ordinary peasant families are accustomed to waking up early, and by this time the roof is already curling with smoke.

In the small courtyard of loess tamping, there is a shirtless boy practicing martial arts, with a simple face and honest appearance, but with dark skin and a strong body, which makes him look older than his peers.

The kung fu on the fists and feet, has been the first glimpse of the doorway, coupled with a certain method of breathing in the inner practice, the breath is long, and the force is quite imposing, every punch is punched, there is the power to open the stele and crack the stone, and every foot falls, the ground makes a dull sound, making the footprints under the feet a little deeper.

In the kitchen, there are women busy in the stove, occasionally looking up, soft eyes through the wooden window, falling on the shirtless young man in the courtyard who is concentrating on martial arts, will show a happy smile. She is a very ordinary woman, her husband died early, leaving her and her son to depend on each other, she gets up early every day and touches the dark, does not seek to be rich and rich, only hopes that her son can grow up peacefully, and then marry a wife and have children, to this Tian Ding Tianwang, she will be content.

More than a year ago, when her son was hunting in the mountains, he picked up a strange man, and she was frightened at that time, and even cried and scolded, asking her son if he had learned badly and did something hurtful to bring disaster to this poor family.

Who knew that the son, who had always been obedient and well-behaved and honest, was unusual, and committed a tough temper, insisting on leaving the strange man at home, taking care of him every day, and serving him respectfully, as if the townsman was a scholar facing Mr. Teaching, humble and polite.

She was worried for a few days and nights, and found that the strange man slept every day except sleeping, and even ate and drank rarely, and did not have any abnormal behavior that harmed her mother and son. Anyway, the weirdo just slept, stayed at home and didn't waste food, didn't add a burden to the family, and she didn't mention the matter of driving people out anymore.

Later, the strange man no longer slept, but he was sick, as if he had some serious illness, only a breath hanging, she was worried and afraid, if there was a death in the family, the neighbors asked, she didn't know the root of the strange man, and then she couldn't say that the ugly man would come, which would inevitably arouse suspicion, if it attracted the official family to investigate, how could it be good.

Fortunately, the strange man was not a blessed and shallow person, he was seriously ill for more than half a year, and finally got better and gradually became angry.

It was then that the strange man began to teach her son martial arts.

In the blink of an eye, another half and a half have passed, counting the fingers, and it has been more than a year and four months since the strange man came to her house.

In addition to gradually accepting the existence of the strange man, she was also very happy and grateful. The reason is that after seeing her son's martial arts, the neighbors all praised him, and even the eldest and most well-informed uncle in the village said that her son would definitely achieve something in the future, and he would be able to become the head of a large family's nursing home.

If that's the case, her mother and son will have a better life in the future.

Thinking of this, she began to appreciate the strange man again.

At this time, the shirtless boy in the courtyard finished practicing martial arts and walked into the kitchen to drink water.

The woman looked at the beads of sweat on the young man's body, and said distressedly: "Feng'er, quickly wipe the sweat on your body, don't catch a cold and get sick." ”

The young man didn't care, and said, "Mr. said that after I practice Tu Na Kung Fu, I won't get sick again." ”

The woman was full of joy, but at last she could not be reassured, and said softly, "It is better to pay attention to it." ”

"It's fine. The young man shook his head, his eyes fell on the wooden plate on the stove, on which there were two bowls of medicinal soup, and asked, "Is the medicinal soup for Mr. ready?"

The woman nodded, thought for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "There are no more medicinal materials for boiling medicinal soup, so... If the gentleman still wants to drink, he will have to grab the medicine again, but the silver for this medicine is ......."

"I'll figure it out. The boy picked up the wooden plate, turned and walked out of the kitchen, and walked into the house.

A simple room, with only two rooms, facing the door, and a narrow hall in the middle.

The young man walked to the room on the left, stood still outside the door, stretched out his hand and knocked lightly on the door, and said respectfully, "Sir, I have brought you medicinal soup." ”

"Come in. A gentle voice came from the room.

The boy pushed the door open.

In the slightly dimly lit room, a simple wooden bed occupies almost all the space, and on it sits a person cross-legged, dressed as a young man, but with a full head of white hair, and an elegant brow, as if he is a reader who only thinks about sage books.

This person is Jing Han!

"Sir, your medicinal soup. The young man put down the wooden plate, held the porcelain bowl in both hands, and handed it to Jing Han, respectfully and politely.

"If you don't drink medicinal soup today, you won't have to drink it again in the future. Jing Han said.

Hearing this, the young man was overjoyed and said in a trembling voice: "Is the gentleman's body okay?"

Jing Han nodded, got up, left the room, and appeared in the small courtyard.

The young man hurriedly put down the porcelain bowl and chased it out quickly, and when he saw Jing Han standing in the courtyard, the nervous look on his face relaxed slightly, and he stood on the side silently.

Jing Han raised his head, looked at the clear blue sky, breathed in the fresh and rich aura, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"I'm alive again. ”

He muttered softly.

More than a year ago, he escaped from the Deer God Villa, and was teleported to a barren mountain by the teleportation array in the secret room.

He killed the white-shirted youth, and naturally he was counterattacked by the power of the laws of the Heavenly Dao. That was the first time he had seen the power of the laws of heaven, so powerful that it seemed that the whole sky had fallen, and that kind of terrifying coercion made him unable to have the slightest intention of resisting, just like an ant facing the master of heaven and earth, small and pitiful!

Just as he was dying, the Silkworm Code saved his life again.

The divine silkworm in his body underwent a second silkworm death and metamorphosis, in order to counteract the sword of the power of the Heavenly Dao Law. It took him more than half a year to get out of the danger of death, and the vitality in his body began to recover.

As the so-called great calamity does not die, there will be blessings in the future, and the sword of the Heavenly Dao Law almost cut him at the same time, it also smashed all the energy crystals left in his body by the True Phoenix Spirit Crystal, and re-condensed into an energy crystal bead, which fell into his dantian. The shattering of energy crystals made his meridians wider, his sea knowledge expanded, and his muscles, bones, skin, flesh, and internal organs were further refined. Now, his cultivation had improved from the early stage of the Cloud Realm to the middle stage of the Cloud Realm, which was the result of his efforts to restrain himself, otherwise, the increase would have been even greater.

His divine consciousness has improved the most, from the early stage of the Huandan realm to the late stage of the Huandan realm, this result is not only related to the expansion of the sea of consciousness, but also because after the second silkworm death, the Divine Silkworm Code went one step further, and awakened the first talent of the Divine Silkworm - Shen Yin.

Divine concealment is the first step of true concealment. With this talent and supernatural power, below the Holy Child Realm, it will be very difficult to perceive the existence of his aura.

In addition, the shrine he took away on the teleportation array in the secret room of the Deer God Villa was the most surprising harvest for him. Hidden in the shrine is the treasure of the Deer God Villa, and it is also what Zuoqiu Wulie dreams of - the inheritance of the ancient gods!

In Gu Yan's memory, he already knew that the Gu God Clan was once the sole master of the world, ruling the Eight Desolations. The ancient gods entered the Tao with martial arts, respecting the ability to break through ten thousand laws, and their inheritance is naturally the ancient martial arts. After the decline of the ancient god race, one of the branches evolved into the Immortal Demon Dao, that is, the demon race, and the other branch integrated into the human race cultivation system and became a body refiner. The Zuoqiu clan of the Deer God Mountain Villa obviously belongs to the branch that has been integrated into the human race cultivation system, but unfortunately it has never been able to open the shrine and obtain the true ancient god inheritance.

Zuoqiu Wulie has repeatedly claimed to have obtained the power of the deer god, and the so-called deer god is likely to be just a certain god of the ancient god clan.

At the beginning, Jing Han slashed on the shrine with a broken sword, just to save his life, but he accidentally opened the shrine and obtained the inheritance of the ancient gods in it.

In the past six months, Jing Han has been contemplating the ancient martial arts, and found that this is a martial arts civilization that is not inferior to the existing cultivation system, powerful and mysterious.

He transformed the things he had comprehended, simplified them and taught them to the young man who rescued him, not because he was scheming, but because the young man had never been involved in cultivation, and it was difficult to understand and accept the ancient martial arts for a while.