In the early morning, the morning sun shines on the small village and the smoke of the cooking, which makes this quiet and peaceful village a little more lively.

Squeak!

In a small courtyard near the head of the village, the old wooden door made an ugly moan, and then Ji Changkong yawned and walked out of it, so comfortable.

It has been nearly half a month since he came to this small village called Shiyan Village, and he has completely adapted to this leisurely and quiet life, waking up from chasing and being hunted, and fading away from the killing atmosphere, which is extremely enjoyable.

No longer have to worry about being recognized by others, no need to be afraid of being calculated, and no longer have to worry about being chased and killed, it can be said that now he is the most comfortable and relaxed period of time since he walked out of the Demon Suppression Sect.

Shiyan Village is a small village, with only about 30 households and less than 200 people, and it has this name because it is built on a cliff.

The villagers are very simple and almost isolated from the rest of the world, thanks to the secrecy of this place and the location of the village, although these villagers are extremely weak in cultivation, they are not disturbed by cultivators or beasts, and can thrive here and live from generation to generation.

In this world, mortals account for the majority after all, and the cultivators who can break through to the realm of opening the vein are never more than one out of a hundred.

Ji Changkong's location is Niu Er's home, three small houses, made of stones, empty, although not leaking everywhere, but also simple, the home is surrounded by four walls, without any furniture.

And this is not bad in the village, because Niu Er's cultivation is also at the top in the village, except for the village chief and an elder, he is the strongest.

With nothing to do, Ji Changkong resumed his morning exercises, which was his previous practice habit.

"Brother, brother, you finally got up, I learned everything you taught me yesterday," just as Ji Changkong was exercising in the morning, a sturdy figure suddenly ran over from outside the courtyard and clapped his hands at him.

"It turned out to be Niu San, give it to me and let me see if you have really learned," Ji Changkong smiled slightly and touched this sturdy little guy with a simple smile on his face.

Of course, this little doesn't mean that he is small, but that he is young.

With a height of about one meter and five, Ji Changkong originally thought that he was at least ten years old, but what he didn't expect was that this little guy was only five years old, this is simply an incredible thing, whose child can grow so strong at the age of five!

Changhong through the sun!

The harrier rolls over!

Long punch!

......

Niu Sanban practiced in the open space at a glance, one move and one style, quite orderly and imposing.

This is the boxing technique taught to him by Ji Changkong, it is just an ordinary boxing method for forging the body, but when this kid uses it, it is extremely extraordinary, as if he has captured the charm in it.

He is a natural cultivation material, this is Ji Changkong's definition of the little guy!

"Yo, Brother Zhou is awake, and he is teaching this kid again," At this time, Niu Er went home, twisting a prepared breakfast in his hand.

Sunday, this is the fake name he gave himself!

"That's right, Second Brother Niu is so early," Ji Changkong smiled slightly.

"Come, it's time for breakfast, your injuries are not healed yet, you should rest more," Niu Er smiled and handed the food box in his hand to Ji Changkong and said warmly.

Open the food box, a fragrance came to his face, a bowl of millet porridge, in which added diced meat, then a plate of sauce meat, and added a green vegetable, this is his breakfast, it looks simple but can just right to arouse his appetite.

"This, Second Brother Niu, didn't you say it, you don't have to take special care of me," Ji Changkong said a little embarrassed as he looked at the breakfast in the food box.

Despite the simplicity of this breakfast, it is already very rare for this small village, and it is very embarrassing to say that he is definitely the best food in this village, and it has been so these days, and the people in the village have no complaints.

"It's okay, you're not in good health, and you still teach my third brother to practice, that's as it should be," Niu Er touched his head and smiled, revealing a mouthful of big yellow front teeth, honest and sincere.

After eating breakfast in two bites, Ji Changkong continued to sit cross-legged to recover from his injury, for half a month, with the help of the elixir, his injury had recovered most of it, and basically as long as he did not use all his strength, he would not cause any injury.

As for Niu Er and Niu San, they continued to practice boxing on the field.

However, in Ji Changkong's opinion, Niu San is just that, Niu Er is a complete waste of time, he has already set foot in the five layers of the open pulse, and boxing will help him very little.

"Second Brother Niu, don't you have a practice in your village," Finally, Ji Changkong couldn't help it.

"What, practice exercises, this doesn't seem to be there, we all came here like this," Niu Er scratched his head a little embarrassed.

That's right, Ji Changkong laughed self-deprecatingly, the strongest in the entire village, the strongest is only the Nine Layers of Open Pulse, if he wants to say that there is a cultivation method, he doesn't believe it very much, after all, even the worst cultivation method can support one of them to break through the Heavenly Gate, this is not a place where there is a lack of spirit like the True Dragon Small World.

For a while, Ji Changkong was in a quandangle, and he didn't know whether he should teach them the method of cultivation or not.

The method he is practicing now is the method of opening the vein and cultivating the Heavenly Gate in the Bible, but this is given to him by the old guy, and if he teaches it like this without permission, it is really a bit of a suspicion of deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors.

Although the old guy is unreliable, he is his master anyway, and he is not bad to him!

Troublesome, really troublesome, for a while, Ji Chang's empty head was as big as a fight, and he didn't know what to do.

Needless to say, the qualifications of Niu Er and Niu San are countless times more genius than the so-called geniuses, and they can practice to the fifth level of opening the pulse without relying on the exercises, which is simply incredible, and it is estimated that no one will believe it when they say it.

It's a pity that such a talented Meiyu is buried like this, not to mention that Niu Er still has a life-saving grace for himself, but he also has his own hardships, which is really not easy to do.

"By the way, who gave you your ordinary cultivation," frowning Ji Changkong suddenly asked.

He remembered a question, after all, not everyone in the village was as talented as these two brothers, but there were people who could cultivate to the ninth level of the opening vein, which was definitely impossible for him to figure out.

"Oh, big brother, you say this, the people in our village are all cultivating according to a stone tablet left by our ancestors, and I don't know if it's right," Niu Er said a little embarrassed.

"That's it, I don't know if it's convenient to take me to have a look," Ji Changkong was slightly stunned, a little curious.

"Of course you can, it's nothing, just put it where the old village chief is, whoever wants to see it can go to see it," Niu Er grinned and took Ji Changkong to the old village chief's house.

The so-called village chief's house is actually very simple, except for an ancient stone tablet, there are no other luxurious ornaments, and the old village chief in their mouth is just an old man with a white beard and a hunched waist.

When Ji Changkong came over with Niu Er and Niu San, the old man, whose qi and blood had almost completely dried up, was basking in the sun at the door, even if the three of them were not small together, it didn't attract his attention.

Niu Er and Niu San bowed to the old village chief silently, and then took Ji Changkong to the stele by themselves.

This is an extremely ancient stone stele, one zhang high, mottled traces show its vicissitudes, the blue-black rock seems to have faded, there is no special place.

In particular, the nine pictures on it, under the wind and sun, have almost completely lost their traces and are all blurred.

"Why don't you rub it down, won't you be able to see it clearly after a while," Ji Changkong said to Niu Er next to him with some curiosity.

"I can't print it, we've all tried it," Niu Er also said helplessly.

"What do you mean, is it that you don't know how to rub, or this picture is too blurry to see clearly," Ji Changkong said in surprise.

"Neither," Niu Er shook his head.

"That's why," Ji Changkong began to become interested.

"It's just、It's that no matter what it's drawn on, that thing will break.,I'm stupid and can't say it clearly.,Anyway, I just can't draw it," Niu Er was very embarrassed.

In an instant, Ji Changkong's mind shook violently!I1387