The clouds are shrouded.

Towering mountain peaks loom in the twilight.

The peak of Kunlun Wonderland is traced back to ancient times, but it is just a barren mountain range.

Taixuan Zhenren refines the impurities of the mountain range and is the first to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. After that, a sect was established here, and Taixuanfeng got its name from this.

The upper layer of mist reaches the valley floor to form a rain mist that never dissipates, and the moist and aura environment is the most suitable for the growth of medicines.

Zhang Ye threw himself in the medicine field, carefully taking care of every strange flower and herb.

His emaciated back, delicate and white skin, quiet and elegant contain two parts of childishness.

Sweat mixed with the rain and mist that filled the air, down his chin, drop by drop fell among the strange flowers and plants.

Flowers and plants are in a variety of forms, either competing to bloom first, or shy and closed.

In their own way, these flowers and plants with aura are grateful for the care from Zhang Ye.

A gust of wind blew, and Zhang Ye's ragged robe fluttered, clearly showing his thin back.

Zhang Ye is the lowest outer disciple of Taixuanmen.

The outer disciples are not actually disciples, they are just slaves of the Sword Sect.

Outer disciples rarely have the opportunity to practice the Fa Formula, and they have never been able to make ends meet as servants.

Many outer disciples often sit with the same dream: to be favored by the powerful elders or true disciples of the Sword Sect, to be accepted as a sword servant scholar, one day if they have to pass on a one-and-a-half move, they will also benefit for life.

Zhang Ye also dreams every day, but he doesn't have any lofty ideals, he just hopes to eat enough and not be bullied by others.

Before noon, Zhang Ye inspected the ten acres of medicine field, he was too tired, and leaned on a piece of bluestone next to him and fell into a sweet dreamland......

A tall, thin figure walked into the medicine valley.

Seeing Zhang Yezai sleeping on the edge of the medicine field again, he immediately waved the leather whip in his hand.

Smack-sharp twitching.

Zhang Ye, who was sleeping, screamed, and his body suddenly opened flesh.

Although Zhang Ye looked like he had grown up, his crying voice was more or less tinged with the meaning of a young child's voice.

"What are you crying about, brainless waste!" the bamboo-like man raised his hand again and whipped it.

"Senior Brother Black Hawk, I'm not lazy. ”

Zhang Ye cried even more sadly. Although he thought of his mother's words: don't cry casually.

Black Eagle walked around to check that the ten acres of medicinal fields had been carefully cared for, and then he said: "The medicinal fields are the top priority of the sect, and you can't sleep here." Forget it this time, don't let me see it next time. ”

"I'm ...... tired"

This was Zhang Ye's heart, but he couldn't say it until Black Eagle left for a long time.

Zhang Ye is focused on everything he does, and does more work than others.

The exotic flowers and plants he takes care of are more aura than others', because he has put more effort into it.

Exotic flowers and plants have spirituality, and they will thank Zhang Ye for the sweat dripping in the field, so they grow extremely strong.

It has been five years in Taixuanmen, and in addition to doing things endlessly, Zhang Ye will go to Pinggu Valley whenever he has the opportunity to peek at those senior brothers practicing.

Pinggu is a place of entertainment for outer disciples. Many people practiced there.

Many outer disciples who perform well and like to slap horses will also be taught some superficial tricks by those high-ranking true disciples when they are lucky. If you can show your talent, you may become an inner disciple and get out of the sea of suffering.

Zhang Ye's dream is not to one day become one day one day those masters of emptiness, he just wants to be physically stronger and less bullied.

I remember my mother said: Don't be bullied.

There were just a few words that came and went in his head.

In fact, he didn't even remember what his mother looked like.

Zhang Ye has been in Taixuanmen since he opened his eyes. Everything before seemed to be blank, and the only thing I could remember was my mother's words.

It is said that Senior Brother Black Eagle rescued Zhang Ye, who almost died in the wolf's mouth.

Everyone said so, and Zhang Ye couldn't figure it out.

When I returned to my hut, the sky was full of stars, and it was night.

As before, Zhang Ye found a basin of cold spring water, sat in front of the bed, and used a cotton cloth to clean the wounds he had been beaten during the day.

His skin has a faint layer of fluorescence, white and flawless.

This kind of bitterness of peeling the skin and flesh is often eaten by Zhang Ye.

But for some reason, his body never leaves scars.

He recovered much faster than he thought......

The night is like water.

Zhang Ye forgot the pain of the day and quietly watched the starry sky.

He wanted a dream, even if it wasn't ambitious.

But he doesn't seem to have it.

He couldn't even remember what his mother looked like.

The name Zhang Ye was also given by Senior Brother Black Eagle.

It is said that when he picked it up, it was at night, and he looked dirty. From then on, it was called Zhang Ye......

At night, Zhang Ye practiced Taichang Quan diligently in front of the small hut.

This is his experience of going to Pinggu Valley countless times to peek at the practice of the outer brothers.

This set of boxing methods is just an introductory body training style in the Taixuan Sword Gate, with seventeen routines, which is simple and easy to understand.

Even though it's a beginner style, there are still mantras for mastery, and it's not just about learning a few postures.

Zhang Ye went to Pinggu Valley countless times to steal school, and finally understood the appearance of the Taichang Fist of this set of seventeen routines. But there is still no formula.

Whenever there was no one to spare, Zhang Ye would practice this set of Taichang boxing again and again.

He doesn't have big dreams, so he doesn't force mantras.

Zhang Ye's routine is different from those who have a formula.

The long punch he threw was implicit in an indescribable sense of rhythm.

At first, he always tried to look like those brothers.

Zhang Ye regarded those senior brothers who had passed on the Taichang Fist as heavenly beings, and they were perfect.

But after learning seventeen routines, in the process of practice, he will subconsciously modify some subtle places.

It felt very strange, he thought those senior brothers were practicing wrong?

This kind of saying is questioning the thinking of the sect, so Zhang Ye can only bury this naïve idea in his heart.

He doesn't have big dreams, so he doesn't mind that he "practiced wrong".

He practiced wherever he wanted, and he just wanted not to be bullied......

Between the swings of the fists and feet, the breath flows.

Different from the Taichang fist of the senior brothers, Zhang Ye's fist is like a stream, shushing and flowing, where the heart goes, the fist is endless.

Seventeen routines, all kinds of changes. He played a total of three cycles and exhaled deeply.

Poof.

The emaciated Zhang Ye suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground.

And he fell asleep like this.

Zhang Ye did not have a real method of cultivating the truth, and he did not embark on the path of "practicing qi". Therefore, practicing too long will not last long. But his long punches did make a difference. Even if you cultivate the authentic method and enter the second-level realm of "Qi Training", you may not be able to complete the three cycles of Taichang Fist.

"Huh. ”

In the dark, it seemed that someone was watching Zhang Ye practice boxing. After Zhang Ye fell asleep, a curious whisper was faintly heard......

Three hours later, the morning light dawned.

The bell rang three times, breaking the silence of Chen's twilight.

Rubbing his eyes, the tired Zhang Ye sat up from the ground.

It was another night of sleeping on the ground outside, and Zhang Ye was used to this.

After finding some leftover dry food to satisfy his hunger, Zhang Ye hurried to the medicine field.

Otherwise, I will be beaten by Senior Brother Black Hawk again.

Zhang Ye was not afraid of the pain of flesh and skin, but he was very disgusted with the sense of shame......

Zhang Ye's thin back fluttered in the medicine field, carefully taking care of these colorful flowers and plants.

Sweat drops fall in the aura of the soil, and the exotic flowers and plants are even more delicate.

It's as if his sweat is the most spiritual fertilizer.

The formation of genius earth treasures is all about having a unique earthly atmosphere, as well as the essence of the sun and the moon that can be conceived over the years.

After the sect tried its best to create an environment suitable for the growth of medicinal herbs, it was very important to use this group of outer disciples who were almost slaves to cultivate.

Although the Elder Gate with profound esoteric techniques can summon wind and rain, it cannot cast spells on strange flowers and plants to help it.

All things in heaven and earth have their own laws.

Violating the law and forcibly urging the growth of flowers and plants will lead to the lack of aura of exotic flowers and plants, and they will also carry aura.

"It's like using hormones to boost the ...... of livestock"

Zhang Ye muttered as he loosened the soil.

Immediately, how could he think of such a strange word as "hormone", he was at a loss.

It's a word that doesn't fit in with the world.

Ordinary outer disciples take care of the medicinal fields with labor and sweat, so that the exotic flowers and herbs are dyed with "popularity" and grow naturally, which is the only way to ensure the quality of medicinal materials.

Almost no one knows this truth among the outer disciples, or even the inner disciples.

In the past five years, Zhang Ye has exchanged sweat for many "flowers", and he seems to have realized this.

After working for a long time, he fell asleep in the medicine field again