Jing'an's child has been different since he was born, he never cries, and before he was a year old, the patriarch even wondered if the child was deaf and dumb, until he babbled, and he didn't let go of this heart. The corners of Jing'an's mouth are always slightly upturned, I don't know if it's a coincidence, or mocking her miserable life, killing her parents before she was born, should she say that her life is hard? or should she say that her life is hard.

Eat animal milk, drink mush, and are willing to grow, but everyone has parents, but Shang Jing'an only has a grandfather, just born is a good time to refine his muscles and bones, the patriarch knows mana, makes weapons for the clan, and changes back all kinds of medicinal materials, meat, and enough Jing'an to fight Ao's body!

Summer heat, noon, five or six bare-butted children lying in the village practice ground, about one to three years old, the sun is the hot moment, the children are not an inch, lying on the ground motionless, the whole body is tanned black and red, two or three years old children are better, after experiencing the summer tempering, has adapted.

Jing'an is more than a year old, this is the second summer he has experienced since he was born, and he was still in swaddling clothes in the middle of summer last year, at most, he used animal blood to refine medicinal herbs to wipe his body. From this year onwards, we will work with the clansmen to boil up the body, replenish qi and blood, practice the roots and bones, wait for the opening of the sect to accept disciples, and strive for the opportunity that there is no one in ten thousand, to be able to practice those immortal magic, retreat from mortal wombs, at least live a few more years, see the prosperity of this world, and no longer have to worry about those food, no longer have to be afraid of those demon beasts who don't know when they will appear!

Jing'an is the youngest child in it, only a little more than a year old, and has been drying for two or three hours, and two pieces of animal meat are placed on the stone next to it, and it can already be fried! After the boiling of medicinal herbs since birth, the body has become a little stronger, but it can't withstand such exposure! The sweat is long gone, and it will be dried when it comes out! The back is already purple and black, and it looks like a blood scab after condensation.

The other children grinned and wept bitterly, and whenever they wanted to get up, the older teenagers who were supervising in the shade of the tree next to them would come over and give a little leather whip, and it was their task to torture these younger children, and it was also their fun, after all, they also came this way, and it was necessary to let the younger generations feel the experience of their brothers!

Jing'an is really just like his name, always quiet, not crying or making trouble, and sometimes even smiling at the corners of his mouth! No matter how long he is in the sun, he doesn't say a word, as if he is enjoying the shade of a tree! It's just that the pale face reveals that he doesn't look so relaxed, in fact, the first time he is just over a year old like him, the first time he beats Ao like this, is gradual, take your time, but Jing'an just follows the older children to practice with him, and he follows the practice of others for as long as he wants, coupled with his expression of not crying or making trouble, it makes people even more angry.

The more this happens, the more it arouses the ferocity of this group of older children.

"Shang Jing'an, come here, you performed well today, you are a good seedling, you will definitely be able to enter the upper sect in the future, get the immortal law, and I will add a handful to you today so that you can better polish your body and prepare for the future." Go to the pinnacle pit and lie on your stomach and continue to dry."

Jing'an nodded, walked into the sharp stone pit next to him without saying a word, and lay on the pebble-sized sharp stones, most of the sharp stones have been selected, extremely sharp, and there is a dense layer of blood stains on it, which is left by the children who came to the sharp stone pit to practice.

"Fang Ze, this is a bit too much, that sharp stone pit is usually used by us to grind the body, he is a child, it will definitely be broken! We can't explain it to the patriarch."

"It's okay, I'm measured, just let him stay for a stick of incense, as long as he can't hold on, shout, I'll save him"

Jing'an's body trembled slightly, very slightly, almost impossible to see if you didn't look carefully, the time for a stick of incense was up, Jing'an didn't make a sound, just lying quietly inside, if it wasn't for the rhythm of his body, I thought that he would have fainted to death there!

Fang Ze frowned slightly, this little cub can really carry it, usually the first time he enters the sharp stone pit, which is not a hysterical scream, and he climbs up quickly!

"Fang Ze let him get up, I'm afraid something will really happen if it goes on like this!

"Will the demon beast not eat him because he is a child? Liu Xia, you are too naïve! I am also for his good, and feel the cruelty of this world as soon as possible. "Saying this, Fang Ze's eyes are even more gloomy! I don't believe that I can't cure you little cub.

"Shang Jing'an, turn over, practice the whole body through the body, no part can leave a flaw!

Jing'an raised his head slightly, glanced at Fang Ze lightly, still smiling, his eyes were pure and flawless, he couldn't see any waves, only occasionally revealed a trace of inexplicable light, and no one noticed. Turning over slightly, you can see that the body that has been turned over is full of various wounds, some of which have been pierced by stone piercing the skin into the bone, leaking white bone stubble, and some of which seem to have been cut horizontally. Fortunately, the haemostat grass was ground into the sharp stone pit, otherwise it would have been enough to take half a life!

The time of a stick of incense was very fast, Fang Ze's brows furrowed deeper, lying quietly in the sharp stone pit, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his breathing was fast and slow, but he just couldn't see that he couldn't hold on.

"Liu Xia, you go and pull Shang Jing'an out and see if he's dead" Liu Xia quickly got up, ran to Shang Jing'an's side in a few steps, pulled it up, and brought it to the ground.

Jing An curled the corners of her mouth slightly, her eyes were bright, but compared with the large and small wounds on her body, she looked a little crazy!

"Jing'an, are you alright?"

"Brother Xia, it doesn't hurt! don't worry!" Saying that, Jing'an's body twitched involuntarily, very slightly, almost not very obvious! Bit by bit of small blood beads slowly dripped down the small hand length of less than half a fist, although there was hemostatic grass, but it was still oozing blood all over the body, and some of it was collected on the hand and slowly flowed down!

"Okay, that's all for today, let's go back, remember to take a medicinal bath, otherwise your body will festering tomorrow, Fang Ze said and glanced at Jing'an"

With a shout of joy, the children scattered in a hurry, and went home separately, Shang Jing'an staggered back, only to see that the footprints behind him were bloody, and the spots of blood were so dazzling, with the small footprint marks, with inexplicable desolation.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, coughing, coughing sounds came from the house in the distance, followed by the sound of things being carved by the slurch."

"Squeak! The door was pushed open" Jing'an entered the room, and the sound of pouring water was clanging, and Jing'an's little body laboriously scooped water in the bucket, and then poured it into the basin next to it. Although it is not smooth, it can be seen that Jing'an often does this kind of work.

"Jing'an, are you back, put it there in a while, grandpa will finish carving this arrow and go to boil medicine for you!" a voice came from the back room through the leather curtain. No one in the outhouse answered, only the sound of pouring water and the sound of clanging bells could be heard. "You kid, you're still so stubborn!cough, cough, cough!" came a laughing and helpless voice from the room.

Jing'an poured water, sat next to the basin, and obediently waited for his grandfather to put all kinds of medicinal materials and beast blood, boil medicine and practice his body, after all, he was still too young to know the ratio of medicinal materials and animal blood, which was still too complicated for him. The room was quiet again, except for the occasional "tick" sound to indicate that there was someone else here.

After half a pillar of incense, the patriarch came out in the back room, holding a handful of medicinal materials that he didn't know what kind of herbs in his hand, and saw Jing'an, whose skin was full of flesh, "snapped", and the medicinal herbs fell to the ground. Ran to Jing'an, his hands trembled, his old tears were rampant, and he wanted to pick him up, but he didn't know where to start, and there was no good place on his body!

"Jing'an, how did you get it like this? Which little bastard made you like this? I think he wants to die!" Tears fell down while saying this, all his life was in the past, and he had also jumped into the dragon gate to enter the upper sect, what difficulties had he never seen? But when he saw Jing'an like this, he couldn't help it, and tears were pouring out!

"Does it hurt, Jing'an? Grandpa will boil medicine for you! You are insisting!" The patriarch hurriedly picked up the medicinal herbs on the ground, ran into the house again, and solemnly took out a heavily sealed stone jar in the depths of the cabinet! Without hesitation, he tore open the seal, and the little light visible to the naked eye drilled into the jar.

The old man looked at the contents of the jar in a daze, as if he had thought of something, the magnificence of his youth, the difficulties and dangers of getting this thing, and all kinds of moods flashed in front of his eyes! Hurry out and pour out half a jar in the basin.

The flame added to the pot gradually steamed, "Come to Jing'an, grandpa will carry you in, bear with it, add grandpa also this half jar of azure ivy juice, you must go in when the temperature is at its highest, it won't burn you, it's just a little painful!"

Jing'an was placed in a stone basin of steaming water vapor and spiritual light, the corners of his mouth were as always, slightly upturned, only to hear the crackling in the basin, like fried beans in the ringing, the original green juice slowly turned blood red, and Jing'an's fleshy little face also became extremely red, like red-hot coals.

"Jing'an, can you hold back?" Jing'an's big eyes fluttered and nodded slightly!"You kid, don't you really hurt? Fool grandpa knows, grandpa knows everything! You tell grandpa, why don't you cry, crying out will feel better grandpa Grandpa No one can bully you, I'll use the clan rules to teach those bastards a lesson in a while!"

"Grandpa is crying for no sense, why is he crying?

The patriarch was stunned for a moment, and then sighed softly! "Grandpa understands! Jing'an, you are still young, don't be too tired, there are some things you don't need to carry!"

Jing'an looked at her grandfather who coughed from time to time, thoughtfully, but the expression on her face was still so pure and flawless!

The red splash gradually faded! Jing'an's face gradually calmed down! Until the red splash became colorless, the patriarch took Jing'an out, Jing'an slowly closed her eyes, her breathing gradually evened, and she fell asleep unconsciously! Looking at Jing'an's body as smooth as jade, the elasticity of her hand was amazing, and her toughness increased significantly. Patriarch rest assured!

Putting Jing'an on the bed, the patriarch's face was tense, and the look in his eyes was turning!"I've been a little old all these years, it seems that the clansmen have forgotten who I am!"