At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, Kunkou Village, in the early morning, the sky is bright, and it is the time when the yin and yang converge of the day.

Forty or fifty people, large and small, were sitting in the small square in front of Kunkou Village, with their legs crossed and their hands clasped in front of their lower abdomen. Sitting at the front was Mo Wentian, the leader of Kunkou Village, behind him were all young and young people in the village, and there was a similar nursing baby at the back, it was Mo Li.

At this moment, everyone followed Mo Wentian to do the kung fu of breathing and breathing, inhaling into the chest cavity in one breath, rolling back and forth between the chest and abdomen, and the spiritual power spread all over the body, and it took a long time to spit it out.

This breath was exhaled, Mo Wentian lasted for four or five minutes, and the white qi exhaled was more than a meter long, condensed but not dispersed, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

Looking at the crowd in the back, it is much worse, two or three minutes long, and dozens of seconds shorter.

And Mo Li, who was at the back, didn't know how many times he breathed in the past four or five minutes, which was very different from Mo Wentian.

Now, half a year has passed since Mo Li last entered Huawutang, and it has been more than a year since he came to this world.

In the past six months, I have often checked it, but there is no effect, but I secretly opened the gourd bottle cap several times, and each time I took a few sips in a daze, trying to use the mantra of martial arts refining nine poles to spit out, although I have not yet gotten the way to get started, but my physique has also been greatly improved, otherwise I would not have been caught by my father, and I would have done the kung fu of breathing and breathing on this occasion of yin and yang.

It's just that what annoys Mo Li is that his father seems to be very surprised that he has such a good physique when he just turns one year old, and he investigates one from time to time.

Fortunately, when Mo left the back mountain, he went quietly and did not miss anything.

And after Mo Wentian failed to investigate many times, he could only give up, just regarded it as his son's talent, which made him, a martial arts idiot, ecstatic, and grabbed Mo Li to practice martial arts with him every day.

When the sun completely revealed his head, Mo Wentian, who was sitting at the front, spit out the turbid qi in his chest, his eyes slowly opened, and a clear essence light flashed, showing that he already had extraordinary cultivation.

"Okay, that's all for this morning's homework, now everyone goes home for breakfast, after breakfast, all go to the ancestral shrine to do the first exercise for these little cubs!" Mo Wentian stood up and faced everyone.

As soon as the words fell, there was a noisy discussion from the crowd.

"Big brother, have we gathered the forging treasures again? It's only been three years since the last time, right?" A sturdy man in front of the crowd had a happy face on his face, and hurriedly asked Mo Wentian.

Mo Wentian heard this, and said with a smile: "Yes, it was also last time when I was lucky to hunt an injured red-eyed dragon Jiao, as long as I have the essence and blood of this animal, it is definitely better than many heavenly treasures." ”

"Red-eyed Dragon Jiao, that's a fourth-order mysterious beast, equivalent to the human Judan Realm, big brother, have you broken through?"

"Not yet, but soon, I can feel the bottleneck loosening. Mo Wentian shook his head and replied.

Then, ignoring the crowd that was still talking, he walked towards Mo Li in the back, and when he got closer, he picked up Mo Li, put him on his shoulder, and walked towards his house.

The Mo family, Mo Wentian's family of three were sitting around the table enjoying breakfast, the meat was air-dried phantom leopard meat, the dish was the exquisite mushrooms grown by Mo Li's mother Qu Wanru herself, plus a bowl of fragrant white rice, so that Mo Li almost swallowed his tongue.

After coming to this world for more than a year, Mo Li has eaten countless meals made by his mother, but every time it is almost a greedy enjoyment, firstly, the food in this world is much better than in the previous life, and secondly, it is also the preciousness that only those who have lost know what they have.

Mo Li enjoyed this attachment to his parents when he was a child, which also made Mo Wentian and Qu Wanru very satisfied.

"Li'er, slow down, it's still early, every time you gobble up, and no one robs you. Qu Wanru touched Mo Li's head and said in a doting tone.

Mo Li listened, raised his little head and said, "Mom, the food you cook is so delicious, I can't eat enough every day." After saying that, he lowered his head and struggled again.

Qu Wanru listened to her son's words, and the smile on her face became even bigger, and then, as if she thought of something, the smile slowly faded, a trace of worry appeared on her face, and she turned her eyes to her husband and asked: "Brother Tian, do you say that Xiaoli is too small, or don't let him participate in the body exercise this time, wait for the next time, I'm afraid that there will be some accidents." ”

"No, it won't. Mo Wentian said in a deep voice: "This kid, don't look at him as more than a year old, but his body is stronger than a three- or four-year-old child, and even if Mo Long of the second brother's family has an outstanding physique, he is still a little far away from Xiaoli." ”

"That's it, that's it, Mom, last time Brother Long wanted to fight with me, he lost. Mo Li heard that his mother was worried, and hurriedly justified his name, he had wanted to try this forging for a long time, and he had heard his uncle in the village mention it many times, and the secret forging method activated by the ancestral secret technique had a particularly magical effect.

Qu Wanru listened to Mo Li's words, and smiled again, stretching out her hand to remove the rice from Mo Li's mouth, and said with a smile: "You went to compete with Xiaolong again, he didn't cry this time, right?"

"No, no, I told him, if he cries again, he won't take him with him next time he goes to the back mountain. Mo Li shook his little head and said with a smile, suddenly as if he remembered something, he hurriedly jumped off the stone bench and ran outside, shouting as he ran: "Mom and Dad, I'm full, go to the ancestral hall first!"

"Xiao Li, how many times have I told you, you are not allowed to go to the back mountain, it is very dangerous!" There was a burst of angry voice from his mother behind him, and Mo Li had already run out of the gate with a smoke.

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At ten o'clock in the morning, the ancestral shrine of Kunkou Village has been bustling with people, Rao is ancestral shrine is the largest building in the village, it also seems a little crowded at this moment, the front of the crowd is a huge ding, the diameter is five or six meters in size, bronze, simple and abnormal.

The three-legged stout and powerful, the tripod body is engraved with insects, fish, birds and beasts, the most conspicuous is two five-clawed golden dragons, coiling the entire tripod body, the dragon's head rises to the sky, protrudes as two ears on both sides of the tripod.

Behind this round tripod is the place where the ancestral tablet is enshrined, dense, I don't know how many, if it is seen by outsiders, it will definitely be surprised, who would have thought that such a small village would have so many ancestors. At the top of the tablet, there is a huge stone stele, only the most corner of the place is engraved with a few small words, not Xiao descendants stand respectfully, as for the center of the tablet is empty, I don't know who it is for.

"Sect Elder, please!" Suddenly, Mo Wentian, who was standing at the forefront, shouted.

As the words fell, the crowd automatically parted ways, and three trembling old men came out from behind, looking to be eighty or ninety years old, and the oldest one might even be a hundred years old, with thinning hair, wrinkled faces, and teeth about to fall out.

The oldest old man walked to the front and stopped, took the yellow paper handed by the person next to him and lit it, and spoke, his voice was particularly loud.

"Tell the ancestors and sages, the Kunkou Mo clan was established for 1,117 years, and now open the Yuan Ding, for the descendants of the forging method, I come to tell you, I hope the ancestors will bless. ”

As soon as the words fell, the yellow paper in his hand shook slightly, causing the flames to jump upwards.

Soon, the yellow paper burned out, and the curling green smoke soared upward, circled around Yuan Ding three times, and gradually disappeared.

After doing all this, the patriarch lit the three-pillar incense, stepped forward to insert the ancestral tablet, and stepped aside again.