That night, the whole Qingshan seemed to be awakened, and the Qing clan members passed by in fear amidst the barking of domestic dogs and the howling of wild beasts.

When the darkness faded and light returned to the earth, the howling of wild beasts and the barking of domestic dogs in the green mountains stopped.

People walked out of their homes tremblingly. Seeing that everything was back to normal, they felt a little relieved. The warm morning sun slightly dispelled the depression and fear in the hearts of the tribesmen.

Just looking at the green hills behind the village and the dogs raised by my family, I felt a sense of fear, and some were even thinking about killing their dogs from time to time.

Qingyang stayed up all night last night. Although he is only a fourteen-year-old boy, because his father is away from home all the time and his mother is weak, he matures earlier than ordinary teenagers.

Thinking about what happened last night, he always felt vaguely uneasy in his heart.

When I walked out the door, feeling the warmth and brightness of the sun shining on my face, I felt a little more relaxed.

I drew water from the well and looked at it. It was clear as usual. Then I breathed a sigh of relief and poured the water over my head. The cool water drove away my sleepiness.

When I arrived at the kennel, I saw that the dog had calmed down. However, its limbs and mouth were tied, and it could only make a "wuwuwu" sound. It looked at Qingyang with its eyes full of prayer.

Qingyang sighed and untied it. He immediately jumped up and came to Qingyang's side, constantly rubbing his head against Qingyang's legs.

Qingyang thought about the red and manic appearance of its eyes last night, and looking at its current appearance, if he hadn't experienced it himself, he might have thought it was an illusion.

At this time, Qingmu also came out. Gouzi quickly abandoned Qingyang and ran to Qingmu's side. He rubbed Qingmu's feet with his tongue and whined. He looked at Qingyang from time to time, as if he was telling her.

It's about Qingyang tying it up last night.

Seeing this, Qingyang smiled bitterly and thought to himself, "This beast really seems to have become a spirit!"

With this thought, Qingyang was shocked and looked at Gouzi again. He had not noticed before that Gouzi seemed to have grown up a lot.

This dog has long since reached adulthood and its size usually does not change. However, at this moment, the dog looks a bit larger than usual.

Qingyang's heart sank. Could it be that he really became a spirit?

Qingyang thought about the things that his great-uncle under the locust tree at the head of the village had told him about fairies and ghosts. Most of these animals would eat people when they became spirits.

Thinking of this, Qingyang couldn't help but shudder, and a trace of killing intent surged in his heart.

The people of the Qing clan have established themselves here. They usually have to fight with wild beasts in the mountains when hunting, and they also have to compete with the surrounding villages for fields and water sources. They have fought a lot since childhood, so killing a dog is not a difficult task for Qingyang.

If I hadn't developed feelings for this dog last night, I would have slapped him to death.

Now that he saw Gouzi's change, Qingyang's murderous intention emerged again.

The dog seemed to be able to sense Qingyang's murderous intention. At this moment, he curled up at Qingmu's feet and looked at Qingyang pitifully.

Qingmu also saw the killing intent in Qingyang's eyes, and was shocked and asked, "Ayang, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing his mother asking, Qingyang quickly put away the murderous intention in his heart, glanced at Gouzi, and said with a smile, "It's okay, Mom."

Qingmu didn't pay attention, washed herself with water and then returned to the house.

Qingyang had no choice but to suppress the murderous intention in his heart and began to practice the Wuming Boxing Sutra in the courtyard.

I didn't pay attention to it before, but after last night, Qingyang knew that this ancient boxing sutra must be extraordinary, so he practiced it more carefully, matching each move with his breathing. He only felt that there was continuous airflow flowing into his body and flowing into his meridians. It was even better than yesterday.

It will be smoother tonight.

After three times of beating, Qingyang felt that continuing to practice would be harmful to his body, so he stopped. This feeling appeared naturally. This was also what happened after he introduced Qi into his body last night.

After Qingyang picked up water to clean away the dirt discharged from the exercises, I felt refreshed and had endless strength all over my body.

Then I walked to the courtyard and grabbed a huge boulder, trying to lift it up. Unexpectedly, I grabbed a palm print on the boulder.

Gouzi, who had been watching Qingyang's boxing at the side, saw a look of horror in his eyes when he saw the marks made by Qingyang. His body curled up even more obviously.

Qingyang also didn't expect that he could have such strength after only three times of introducing Qi into his body. The hardness of his skin and flesh could actually leave fingerprints on the stone. He couldn't help but be more curious about the origin of the boxing skills he practiced.

Ignoring the dog huddled in the corner, Qingyang walked directly out of the yard and walked towards the locust tree at the head of the village.

This boxing sutra was passed down by the clan uncle under the old locust tree. He must know what is going on.

When I came to the old locust tree, I saw my great-uncle boxing slowly under the locust tree. He was doing exactly the moves in the boxing classic that Qingyang had practiced.

It's just that the old man's moves are much more primitive than Qingyang's, but they are much slower.

Seeing this, Qingyang didn't interrupt, but couldn't help but follow his uncle's rhythm and start fighting.

Strangely enough, when he was practicing boxing by himself in the courtyard, Qingyang felt that it would be harmful to his health if he continued practicing for the third time. But now, following his uncle's rhythm, the dangerous feeling disappeared completely.

On the contrary, there is an extremely refreshing feeling.

Moreover, along with the boxing technique, his breathing and breathing method started to work on its own, and every exhalation and inhalation matched perfectly with the rhythm of the boxing technique.

This made Qingyang extremely intoxicated, and every move seemed like boundless enjoyment.

With the practice of boxing, Qingyang felt that his skin was constantly beating, as if a skin membrane was being beaten continuously.

This feeling is invisible to the naked eye, but Qingyang can feel that he is constantly getting stronger.

After the punch, Qingyang helped the old man sit down under the locust tree.

Just as he was thinking about how to speak, the old man spoke slowly first.

"Ayang, did you start to feel gas entering your body last night?"

Qingyang was shocked when he heard this, but nodded honestly.

"You catch up with a good time, but you don't know whether it is good or bad!"

The old man seemed to be talking intermittently, as if he was about to fall asleep at any moment.

"What is going on, ancestor?"

Qingyang asked as he sat down next to the old man.

"You should know that my Qing clan has a long history, and there were immortals like ancestor Qingxuan!"

"Isn't this a legend? Is it true?"

Although Qingyang usually listens patiently to the old man's chatter, that's because he is interested in these stories about gods, ghosts and monsters, and does not really believe that his ancestors are immortals. Have you ever seen any descendant of immortals who spend all their time like the Qing family?

Are you worried about three meals a day?

"Of course it's true. Ancestor Qingxuan got the inheritance from an ancient great master by chance. He used this inheritance to become an immortal and ascended to heaven. The inheritance he got was the boxing technique you practiced. You also know now

Isn’t this boxing technique extraordinary?”

The old man's words were still too slow to make people anxious, but Qingyang listened with great patience.

Thinking of the changes in his boxing practice, Qingyang couldn't help but believe it, but he was very excited in his heart. He didn't expect that what he was practicing was actually a technique that could become an immortal. What young man doesn't have the dream of flying into the sky and escaping from the earth to become an immortal?

Suppressing the excitement in my heart, I thought that except for the ancestor Qingxuan, none of the ancestors of the Qing family had legends of becoming immortals, so I asked to clear up the doubts in my heart.

"How can it be so easy to become an immortal? Opportunity, aptitude, perseverance, and character are all indispensable, but this is not the main reason why there has never been an immortal in our Qing clan."

"What's the reason?" Qingyang asked curiously.

"Of course it's because the Dharma is coming!" the old man sighed.

"The end of the Dharma is coming? Is that what you always said about not being able to cultivate and become spiritual?"

"Not only that, according to the ancient legend of our Qing clan, after ancestor Qingxuan, there are also people in our Qing clan who practice, and some even practice to the realm of Yang God and Earth Immortal. However, after the end of the law, the world has changed greatly, and the realm of these cultivators has

They fell, or even went crazy and died. Those who survived also regressed in cultivation, could not survive, and could only perish with time."

The old man finished this sentence intermittently, and Qingyang was worried that he would not be able to breathe.

When the old man said this, he suddenly stopped, his eyes were blurry, and he looked at the sky, as if he was thinking about something.

Qingyang didn't bother him, his heart was agitated. He didn't expect that the things he usually heard as stories were actually true now. But usually he would fall asleep if he asked his uncle more than once. How could he say such big things to himself today? Could it be the same as what happened last night?

related?

However, his uncle seemed to have fallen asleep again while thinking about it. Seeing this, Qingyang couldn't help but smile bitterly, and had to stand up and prepare to leave.
Chapter completed!