In the holy Tibet, the patriarch Shangqing faced a statue in the hall, offering incense and bowing, this god is a legendary old man in the Xuan clan, and also the founder of the Xuan clan, after worshipping the incense, he turned to look at Tan Lao and the clan mother Sanniang on the side and said: "We have passed on the cultivation of the root vein to Shen Ling for many years, and now it is time to teach him the cultivation of the abdominal vein, and then he paused and said: I don't know, he..." ”

At this point, he stopped talking, but sighed and said nothing, and it was not difficult to see a slight disappointment on his face.

Clan Mother Sanniang didn't see any look on her face, but sighed slightly: "I don't think this matter is urgent, Shen Ling's cultivation of the pulse method has been very slow in the past few years, far behind people of the same age, if it is taught now, I am afraid that it will not be able to reach it quickly." ”

Then she said lightly: "Patriarch, why do you have high hopes for him, maybe Shen Ling Tianming is a mortal person, why should we force him, he has already done his best." ”

It is not difficult to see that there is a trace of pity in her eyes, and there is a hint of gentleness in her expression, but there is still a trace of melancholy, and she sighed: "Unconsciously, he has grown up, and the past ten years seem to be particularly long." ”

On the side, Tan Lao pondered for a while and said: "Everything is inseparable from strange words on him, I look at Shen Ling, it's not as simple as we imagined, why are we so pessimistic." ”

After being said by the old man, Shangqing and the clan mother were slightly stunned, and then looked at the old man in confusion, Shangqing frowned and said, "Why did the mage say that?"

Tan Lao stroked his beard and said slowly: "It is already a miracle to fall into my Xuan Realm, and it is even more mysterious to scare away the demons, no one can compare with the bamboo flute, even in the cultivation of the pulse method, he is different from everyone else, it only takes two years for others to cultivate the initial layer of the Tai Chi Pulse, and three years is the latest, but he has been cultivating for seven years, and I am afraid that there is no such person in my Xuan Realm." ”

Then he paused and looked at the two of them and said, "Isn't it strange about him? ”

Hearing what the mage said, the two of them also nodded, and Shangqing hurriedly said: "What the mage said is that it is me Shangqing who is too anxious," and then hurriedly said: "But this pulse cultivation is also a major matter that is deeply related to him, if there is really an extraordinary day in his life, he should be taught to him as soon as possible, I don't know that the mage and Sanniang... , he looked at the two of them. ”

Sanniang, the clan mother, didn't say anything, just turned her eyes to the old Master Tan on the side, seeking his meaning, in her heart, she didn't know the foundation and talent of Shen Ling's child, she had raised him by herself for so many years, and she was already half of his mother, she knew his personality and temperament the most, in addition to being well-behaved and sensible, hard-working and diligent were also rare in the clan.

But the matter of his cultivation, but she was also shocked by the mother of the clan, since he could remember, the clan has devoted all his efforts and focused on cultivating, but it is disappointed year after year, I didn't expect his comprehension of the pulse method to be so slow, and it is a rare thing that has never appeared in the Xuan clan, so she did not have too many opinions in this regard, and in the end it was the patriarch and the mage who took the idea, but after all, there was still a trace of it in her heart.

Tan Lao nodded at Shangqing and said: "Yes, even if his qualifications are poor, why should they be taught, as long as there is a breakthrough in him, I think there will be a miracle one day." ”

The two of them listened to the old man's words, and the disappointment in their hearts seemed to have calmed down a lot, and the clan mother Sanniang looked out at the sky, and said with a worried expression: "It's all this hour, why haven't you seen them come back, is there something wrong." ”

Saying that, she hurriedly walked towards the entrance of the cave, and as soon as she reminded her, Shangqing and the mage also went to the entrance of the cave one after another.

When the three of them came to the entrance of the cave, they saw that the sky was gradually darkening, and there was a faint mist.

Many clansmen took advantage of the sky and hurriedly rushed from outside, but Xiao Man and Shen Ling were never seen.

The clan mother Sanniang was very worried: "Usually I should be back at this hour, what's wrong today." ”

Shangqing's expression didn't show too much nervousness, but stepped forward to comfort: "Sanniang don't worry, they will be fine, you forget, the monster in this fog is most afraid of him." ”

When he said this, the mother of the clan was very wide in her heart, but when she thought about it carefully, it seemed to pull her back to more than ten years ago, when the miracles and scenes that happened to this child seemed to be vivid, and it seemed to be forever separated from the world, the years passed easily, and it was more than ten years later, but the night of which year was unforgettable for the entire Xuan people.

Just when the sky gradually covered the entire sky, in the dust in the distance, a figure finally appeared, this figure was running quickly towards the three people, a tall and burly figure holding a double axe, carrying a young man, running quickly in the dust, the young man on his shoulder seemed to be carrying something, in the light fog a little blurred, unrecognizable, until the figure of the two gradually appeared clearly in front of the three people, the three of them were slightly relieved.

Xiao Man gasped, looked at the three of them with a weak heart, scratched his head and said with a smile: "Why, why is everyone here." ”

The young man jumped down from Dongzi, and when he saw the serious expressions on the faces of the three of them, he knew that the two of them must be inevitably scolded, and stepped forward with the pheasant in his hand and said sincerely: "Clan Niang, Uncle Shangqing, Grandpa Tan, Shen Ling has made you worried." ”

When the woman's mother saw the child, her originally quiet face softened a little, and she stepped forward and stroked his head and said, "It's good to come back, remember the words of the clansman, you must come back before dark in the future, so as not to worry the clansmen." ”

Shangqing looked at the sky and said busily: "Let's go back and say, it's already dark, and the fog is coming." ”

With that, they went to the cave.

Shang Qingyi, who was just walking last, grabbed Dongzi on the side and asked, "Where did you and Shen Ling go today, why did you come back so late today." ”

Dongzi said casually: "I didn't go anywhere, I just went to the top of the mountain to hunt." ”

Shangqing was stunned, as if he had thought of something, the four words "the top of the mountain" seemed to evoke memories, and then he said with a solemn face: "How to go to the top of the mountain, didn't I tell you how many times, take Shen Ling to that place less in the future, how dangerous the birds and beasts in that place are, don't you know Dongzi." ”

Dongzi didn't squeak when he was trained, he just looked at Shen Ling in front of him, and said with a smile: "Remember, remember." ”

After the men left, the wind at the entrance of the cave blew even more violently, and the night mist and dust covered the entire land, and a roaring howl came in the cacophony and entered their moment.

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In the Holy Vault, the night was already quiet, and the clansmen were all asleep one by one, and at this time, two people were explaining something to a young man in front of the hall.

These two are Shangqing and Tan Lao, and the clan mother Sanniang did not participate, perhaps because she didn't want to see the most vulnerable side of this teenager, so she chose to avoid it.

That's right, after the three of them discussed, they decided to teach him the cultivation of the Tai Chi Pulse - Abdominal Pulse again tonight.

Facing the two people in front of him, Shen Ling was very respectful, Uncle Shangqing and Grandpa Tan's usual strict teachings to him made him respect him all his life, and at this moment he also understood that today was the day of his lineage.

For the cultivation of the pulse method, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous and powerless, and somehow the pulse qi and heart method in his body always couldn't be used naturally, and it was smooth, but it was blocked, and there were many difficulties.

In the past few years, he has been trying hard, trying to break the deadlock of his slow cultivation, but every time he tries hard, not only in exchange for the hopelessness in his heart, but also the disappointment of the clan, but the clansmen have not given up on him, and they still teach the pulse method as always, which makes him both moved and inferior, so the contradiction in his heart is incomprehensible to others.

Facing the portrait of the ancestor, Shangqing glanced at Shen Ling, and said solemnly: "Shen Ling, kneel down and kowtow to the ancestor." ”

After listening to the order, Shen Ling knelt down slowly, and kowtowed three times to the portrait.

After kowtowing, he didn't get up in a hurry, but looked at the ancestor in the painting, a legendary figure who was in the dust, the message about him, more is the rumors of the clansmen from generation to generation, the cultivation of the pulse method in the world is ever-changing, but there are a few people who can create a precedent for the Xuan clan like this ancestor.

Thinking about the gap between himself and this ancestor, there was no fluctuation in his heart, as if a wry smile was echoing: "Shen Ling, Shen Ling, you are just a mortal person, you can't even compare to ordinary people, how can you have the luxury of being with this god-level character." ”

Maybe a moment of self-deprecation can still recognize yourself, only by being a mundane self can you make your heart more peaceful.

When he was still reminiscing about the bitterness in his heart, a gentle voice sounded in his ears: "Okay, get up." ”

Tan Lao on the side stepped forward and reminded: "Just be sincere, may the ancestors bless you, and you can make a breakthrough in pulse cultivation and reach a new height." ”

After being reminded by the old man, Shen Ling became more confident and responded, "Yes, Grandpa Tan." ”

Shangqing seemed to see the perseverance on the young man's face, and said in a deep voice: "Shen Ling, although your talent is poor, but the most feared thing about pulse cultivation is that you are not diligent enough, so far it has been several years to pass on your root vein, you can complete the ninth layer of the root vein in a few years is a solid foundation, and the next step is to pass on your Tai Chi vein-abdominal vein nine layers of cultivation." ”

Saying that, Shangqing took out a scroll from his sleeve, handed it over, and said: "Take it, take it well, and understand the mental formula of this pulse method, if you encounter any unknown place, come to me and the master, we will naturally answer with you, remember that pulse cultivation is not a day, you need to practice hard every day, and the important thing is also self-comprehension." ”

The mage Tan Lao on the side also nodded and said: "Shen Ling, what you said is right, the pulse cultivation is diligent and hard work, if it is said that the nine layers of the root vein are to lay the foundation, then the essentials of the cultivation of the abdominal vein are to gather the qi of heaven and earth in the abdomen, open the chakra in the body, the spirit is the true element, and feel the combination of the spirit and the pulse, and then he sighed: The mystery of this is more to be comprehended by yourself, you learn slowly." ”

Shen Ling took the scroll, although it was a simple and light thing, but there was an invisible heaviness in his hand, he didn't know how long he would have to repair this time, and whether it was another long and torturous waiting for him.

This inner contradiction made him feel that the heaviness still existed, just like a lingering haze that sometimes enveloped him, but in the face of the trust and high hopes of his clan, he had no reason to retreat, because he did not want to disappoint his clansmen.

Shen Ling, who took the scroll, knelt down towards the two and said, "Please rest assured Uncle Shangqing and Grandpa Tan, Shen Ling has written down your words."

Both of them stepped forward to help the young man up, and a smile appeared on their faces, and they nodded with great satisfaction.

In the end, Shangqing told a few more points of cultivation, and left with Tan Lao one after another.

Looking at the back of the two elders leaving, Shen Ling felt a lot of emotion in his heart, Uncle Shangqing's strictness, Grandpa Tan's kindness, they were all ubiquitous care for him, the leaders of the two clans placed such high hopes on themselves, they still did not give up on themselves when they were lost, which made him quite moved, and immediately he looked at the scroll in his hand, the state of mind was even firmer, and he just shouted softly in the depths of his heart: "You can, Shen Ling." ”