On a starry night, in the City God Temple, a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy sat cross-legged on the ground. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The young man's name is Wu Liang, he is dressed in a blue robe, his appearance is mediocre, and he has nothing out of the ordinary.

Wu Liang's face was calm, and his hands were placed in the dantian. All around, the stars were dotted with milky white points of light that were invisible to the naked eye, slowly gathering towards the young man's dantian.

With the condensation of milky white light spots, a slightly warm tingling sensation flowed in Wuliang Dantian.

"Concentrate your mind and draw your breath into your body. Wu Liang meditated silently in his heart, only to feel that his mind was becoming more and more ethereal.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he spit out a word heavily: "Ning!"

Spit out a word, and the dense milky white light spots around him, like soldiers who had received orders, suddenly gathered towards Wu Liang's dantian.

The milky white light spots seem to be an astonishing number, but when they gather in Wuliang Dantian, they seem to have shrunk countless times. When all the surrounding points of light disappeared, Wu Liang's dantian was just an extra pale white light with the thickness of a hair.

As if sensing the existence of pale white light, Wu Liang's expression was obviously a lot more relaxed. But although the matter was perfectly completed, there was no joy on his face.

But he took a deep breath and closed his eyes again. At the same time, the fingers of his left hand were aligned, pointing at the pale white light, and slowly moving along the meridians.

And as Wu Liang walked forward with two fingers of his left hand, in his body, the pale white light trembled slightly, and he also slowly moved forward along the meridians.

As time passed, the expression on Wu Liang's face became heavier, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his left hand moved more and more slowly, even almost stopping.

After a moment, Wu Liang's body leaned back slightly, and then leaned forward sharply. Immediately after, only to hear the sound of "poof", a large mouthful of dark red blood spurted out of Wu Liang's mouth.

Almost at the same time, in Wu Liang's body, the pale white light that reached his chest trembled slightly, and then shattered!

Dots of milky white light formed by the shattering of pale white light poured out from the young man's chest, and he scrambled out of the City God Temple, and flew away as if fleeing.

"Hehe, is it still a failure?, can't I really condense spiritual power with my own strength?" After a little silence, Wu Liang's throat moved up and down with difficulty, and a bitter self-deprecation came out of it.

Condensing spiritual power, this is something that all people in the Mengyu who can contact the cultivation realm have tried to do since they were children, and Wu Liang is no exception.

He has been trying to condense spiritual power since he was three years old, and it has been nearly ten years, more than 3,000 days and nights, and nearly 3,000 attempts, but all of them have failed......

Ordinary people condense spiritual power, although few people can succeed in one fell swoop, but they are all easier and easier every time. If there is no accident, those with spiritual roots can condense the first wisp of spiritual power after about a hundred attempts. But Wu Liang is different, nearly 3,000 attempts, each time they have failed to the same point, and in the past ten years, there has been no progress!

If it weren't for Wu Liang's old man who had been encouraging him, Wu Liang would have given up a long time ago.

"Failed again!" Wu Liang was in frustration, an old voice sounded from behind Wu Liang, but it was a white-haired old man who stood there at some point. The old man was dressed in a shabby robe, and he looked like a fortune teller.

Hearing the old man's voice, the bitterness on Wu Liang's face that seemed to be indissolvable suddenly dissipated.

He got up and turned to the old man, laughed, and said disapprerovingly: "Haha, I'll just say, I've tried for ten years without success, how can I succeed today? Haha, maybe I'm not suitable for this road in the first place! Old man, don't worry about me." ”

Although Wu Liang tried his best to hide the loss in his heart, after all, he was brought up by the old man, so as soon as he opened his mouth, the old man saw through his extremely clumsy disguise.

But for some purpose, the old man did not point out Wu Liang in person, but pretended to hate iron but not steel very cooperatively, and said angrily: "Stinky boy, I can't do anything else, I still have some ability to know people." ”

"Hmph, don't say anything else, just say this entire Mengyu, and you will never find a second person with the same talent as you!" The old man looked unquestionable.

If my cultivation talent was really that high, I would have condensed my spiritual power in my body as early as the age of three and become a cultivator. ”

Seeing the old man's appearance, Wu Liang felt a pain somewhere in his heart, and suddenly had an urge to cry, he hurriedly raised his head, stared at the tattered roof with the corners of his eyes slightly moist, and mocked it with a disguised mockery.

"Oops!" The old man looked angry, almost jumped up and pointed at Wu Liang's nose and said, "Do you not believe it? Hey, let me tell you, I ...... back then. Eh, why are you going?"

The old man didn't finish his words and turned abruptly, but it was Wu Liang who pillowed his arms behind his head and walked towards the outside of the temple, leaving him with a seemingly chic back.

"Don't talk about those useless ones, if your old man really has the ability, you can fight for a place for me this time! However, I still advise your old man not to make too much effort, after all, even if I really want to come to that place, I will not go. ”

After pretending to take a few steps in a dashing manner, Wu Liang paused, choked up, as if he deliberately went against the old man, and then did not dare to look back, and strode towards the outside of the temple. As soon as I walked out of the temple gate, the hot tears could no longer stop rolling down.

"Hey, kid...... Are you afraid that I will turn my face for the sake of a few old immortals in the same clan? Hmph, it's really troublesome, can't you just say it directly?" Looking at the back of the young man in the moonlight outside the temple, the old man was slightly angry, and said displeased in a faint voice, but there was a smile of relief on his face.

Immediately after, I don't know what I thought, and the old man's face suddenly showed a lot of chills: "Since Liang'er was three years old, it has been ten years. Hmph, I'll see what kind of reason those bad old men can come up with this time!"

The old man is the elder of the Chen family of Yan Kingdom, but even so, he does not live in the Chen family, but walks outside all the year round. The old man even had a record of not hearing from him for decades, if it weren't for the Chen family hall, the old man's natal lamp would never be extinguished, I am afraid that even the Chen family would have to set up a tablet for the old man in the ancestral hall to worship.

Thirteen years ago, the old man took Wu Liang, who was still in infancy, back to the Chen family, originally thinking that he would stay in the Chen family for a long time, so as to bring Wu Liang into the cultivation realm smoothly. But after the Chen family and the elders discussed, they tried their best to reject the old man and the two, and the old man left the Chen family again with Wu Liang in anger.

It wasn't until Wu Liang was three years old, after the first failure to condense spiritual power, that the old man put down his face and returned to the Chen family again, wanting to get a place for Wu Liang to participate in the spiritual opening ceremony, but he was unanimously opposed by the elders of the Chen family.

The Spiritualization Ritual, as the name suggests, has the effect of helping mortals to open up their spiritual power and become monks. If there is no accident, the person with the spiritual root will be able to condense the spiritual power during the spiritual opening ceremony, and even if the person without the spiritual root has the possibility of condensing the spiritual power after experiencing the spiritual opening ceremony.

In a world where strength is respected and monks are the foundation, the opening ceremony that can increase the number of monks in the clan can almost affect the rise and fall of a clan. In this way, it was not surprising that the elders of the Chen family did not agree to the old man's request.

The old man grinded hard several times, and it was not until two years ago that the elders of the Chen family reluctantly agreed to participate in the spiritual opening ceremony at the age of thirteen when Wu Liang was thirteen years old, that is, the age when ordinary people were most likely to condense spiritual power.

Wu Liang was thirteen years old this year, and the old man naturally led Wu Liang back to the Chen family as agreed.