It was the middle of winter, and the wind was biting on the mountain peak, but the four of them stood upright on the top of the mountain without any sign of shrinking, as if they were banished immortals descending to earth.

Father Jiang suddenly sighed, "We are in trouble."

Mei Mei's cold and beautiful eyes condensed: "Has anyone else learned about the existence of Yao Yinzi?"

Mother Jiang shook her head: "That's not true. We did it so secretly, how could anyone know about it? The problem lies with Jiang Yao himself."

"What's wrong with him?" Mei Mei suddenly showed a very concerned look. Those who didn't know it might have thought that she was very affectionate towards Jiang Yao.

Jiang's father frowned and said: "Jiang Yao has reached the age of seventeen. According to the records in ancient books, the body of the medicine spirit reaches the age of seventeen, and the spirit of the medicine begins to awaken. But I checked his spiritual platform this morning, and I can't sense the slightest trace of the spirit of the medicine.

Breath. In other words, his medicinal spirit is still sleeping."

"What? This..." Mei Mei's face instantly turned ugly, "Did we make a mistake and he is not a medicine spirit?"

Father Jiang shook his head: "That's not true. How can someone who has been investigated by Master Soul himself be wrong? With Master Soul's profound knowledge and magical power, there is no way he could be mistaken."

"There is only one medicine spirit body in hundreds of billions, and most real people have never heard of medicine spirit body. Most people can't see the records in ancient books about medicine spirit body. If even people like Master Soul can see through it, how many people in the world will be able to see it?"

Who can discover the medicine spirit body?"

Jiang's mother also said: "This is very true. Master Soul is such an amazing and talented person. How could he ever get a shot in the eye? Besides, the treasure pill also contains Master Soul. How could he misunderstand it carelessly?"

Mei Mei quickly defended: "I have no intention of questioning Soul Master, please don't misunderstand me." In her words, she was very afraid of Soul Master.

"It's just that, since the ginger medicine must be the introduction to the medicine, why hasn't the medicine spirit awakened yet after reaching seventeen?"

This girl is very unhappy.

If there is something wrong with the medicine primer, how can you refine the elixir? Aren't all these years of love wasted in vain?

Jiang's father said: "Master Soul once told my father that there will be two obstacles to the medicine spirit body before the age of eighteen. One is that at the age of nine, the soul may fly away. The other is that after reaching the age of seventeen

The one-year-old medicine spirit has not yet awakened."

"We passed the first level. Jiang Yao suddenly fell ill when he was nine years old, and there was indeed a danger of his soul dissipating. This level is actually the most dangerous. Soul masters said that we can only resign ourselves to fate. Fortunately, Jiang Yao is still up to par.

He made it past the age of nine."

Jiang's mother smiled and flipped her hair, "Yao'er is indeed an upbeat child."

Jiang's father continued: "For this second level, Master Soul once told my father the solution. It is to teach Jiang Yao how to practice, open up his nine profound veins, and let him become a martial artist. Once he becomes a martial artist,

The medicinal spirit will be awakened immediately."

"Yao Ling Body's cultivation qualifications are definitely not bad. As long as we work together, we can make him a martial artist within a year. Otherwise, all our efforts will be wasted."

Mei Mei frowned, "We have all been practicing martial arts since we were young. Everything is ready-made, and our qualifications are all second-level or above. However, it takes less than three to five years to become a martial arts practitioner. Jiang Yao wants to be a martial arts cultivator in one year.

Entering martial arts within..."

"Don't worry. I understand this better than you do. After all, I'm older than you." Father Jiang said firmly, "As long as the four of us teach him our respective skills and help him open his profound veins together, he

You will definitely become a martial artist within a year."

"If he only teaches one kind of Kung Fu, it will be almost impossible for him to become a martial artist within a year. To be on the safe side, we forcefully teach him all four Kung Fu techniques."

"To put it bluntly, this method is to encourage the growth of young people and force them to do something. It is not conducive to future cultivation. The collapse of the Dao foundation is inevitable. However, he does not have to worry about the collapse of the Dao foundation. After a year, everyone else will be dead, so where can he continue to practice?

Can Daoji collapse?"

Mei Mei showed a sweet smile: "It would be a good idea to make it happen within a year. However, this kid is not stupid at all. If we suddenly teach him martial arts, he must have doubts about his life experience and our origins.

It’s not conducive to the consummation of three emotions, so you have to make up an excuse.”

"We have already made up the rhetoric." Mother Jiang said with a smile, "It is said that we took Jiang Cai, you, and Jiang Yao from the distant Central Territory to the Southern Territory because we were avoiding our enemies. Because the enemies are too powerful,

We dare not expose our identity as martial arts cultivators, so we can only hide among mortals and endure the humiliation and burden of being serfs."

"I didn't teach him martial arts before because I wanted him to live an ordinary life because it was too easy to be exposed. Now I changed my mind and taught him because I was worried that my enemies would come looking for him one day and he wouldn't have a chance to escape."

Mei Mei nodded: "Then let's prevaricate him like this."

Jiang's father reminded: "We have to work hard for another year. It is very important for Yao Yinzi's three loves to be fulfilled. We must not let that boy find out that the three loves are fake. Once the chicken flies and the egg is thrown, my father will not spare me, and neither will your father."

I will spare you."

In fact, there was an inconspicuous but fatal flaw in the reason they made up. However, they thought that to deal with a mortal boy, there was no need to make the story too round.

This is a deep-seated contempt and disregard for mortals.

As long as you don't practice martial arts, the Yao Spirit Body is still a mortal. The Yao Spirit Body is indeed a unique physique, but it does not mean that the Yao Spirit Body is born with strength. The Yao Spirit Body's martial arts aptitude may not be stronger than other martial arts.

After the four people discussed it, they immediately decided to teach Jiang Yao martial arts the next day.

Of course, just in case, no combat skills will be taught, and weapons will not be given to him. He will only be taught martial arts and mental techniques, so that he can enter the threshold of martial arts.

…………

Early the next morning, Jiang Yao and his father Jiang Qiao braved the cold wind and went to the manor to shovel snow for the crops. The snow was too thick and the crops were easily crushed to death. If this happened, not only would there be no food to eat next year, but Linggu would not be able to collect taxes.

Once you pay, the family is done.

There were quite a few serfs who were beheaded by martial cultivators because they were unable to pay their spiritual grain due to natural disasters.

In the huge manor, there were already thousands of serfs, working hard and busy with shovels and shovels. They worked silently in the cold wind, and everyone looked sad.

This manor belongs to Lord Xiangrang.

The land within a radius of five hundred miles is the fiefdom of Lord Xiangrang. The hundreds of thousands of mortals on the land within a radius of five hundred miles are all slaves of Lord Xiangrang.

Jiang Yao, who has been here for eight years, has already found out that the so-called Lord Xiangrang is not only a very powerful martial arts master, but also a retainer of Lord Lishan. This fief was awarded to Lord Xiangrang by Lord Lishan.

So who is Lishanjun?

That was a big shot like a god.

The serfs did not even dare to mention the three words Li Shanjun, for fear that there was a one in ten thousand chance of offending Li Shanjun.

Lishanjun is the leader of Lishan tribe. From Jiang Yao's understanding, he is actually a tribal leader.

However, this tribe is really too big. It is surrounded by thousands of miles and is the territory of Lishan tribe. It can be said that Jiang Yao is not only the serf of Master Xiangrang, but also the serf of Lishan Jun.

Of course, he has never met Lishan Jun, and he has not even had the opportunity to meet Lord Xiangrang. Not to mention him, most of the elderly serfs have never met Lord Xiangrang.

The few old serfs who have met Mr. Xiang Rang said that Mr. Xiang Rang has lived for more than 800 years and is still very young and impressive. He is really a god.

Those who usually come to inspect the manor are the samurai under Lord Xiangrang.

It is said that Master Xiangrang has an army of hundreds of warriors in his hands.

The thought of an army of hundreds of warriors is terrifying.

When Jiang Yao first heard the word "army of a hundred people", he thought it was ridiculous. Can a hundred people be called an army? But one day he saw a warrior smashing a ten-foot-long rock with one punch and leaping hundreds of feet across, and he realized that such a

One hundred warriors are enough to call an army.

Such a hundred men at hand would be enough to wipe out several armored divisions on Earth. Jiang Yao even doubted whether there were any conventional weapons on Earth that could deal with them.

Not only do they have terrifying strength and speed, lifespans starting at hundreds of years, but they also have high-strength bodies.

Now, a martial artist has come to the manor, and he is the warrior sent by Lord Xiangrang.

A black horse was like a black lightning, galloping from a distance to the manor in the blink of an eye. When the black horse was galloping, its hooves barely touched the ground. From a distance, it seemed to be suspended above the ground, and its speed was faster than the high-speed rail.

The sound of the horse's hooves was not "clack-clack-clack", but like a car motor, connected together, and the rhythm could not be heard at all.

Wanlima!

It is said that the Wanli horse can run thousands of miles in a day and night. It is the most common mount for martial arts practitioners, but ordinary martial arts practitioners cannot afford it. It is said that Lishan Jun has a terrifying number of 10,000 cavalry under his command, and everyone is equipped with this kind of Wanli horse.

The Lishan tribe fought with other warlords to compete for resources and land. The main force was ten thousand cavalry warriors equipped with thousands of miles of horses.

Jiang Yao only secretly took a look at the warriors coming on horseback, and then quickly knelt down with all the serfs, prostrate on the ground, not daring to breathe.

Father Jiang Qiao also quickly knelt down and lowered his head.

"Master Wu Xiu..." the serfs said in trembling voices, each one like a little lamb in front of a tiger.

The warrior was wearing black armor, with a long sword hanging on his left waist and a brocade bag hanging on his right waist.

It is said that the brocade bag is called a storage bag, and it can hold a lot of things. Wu Xiu's daily food and utensils are all hidden in that magical storage bag.

It seems to have similar uses to the rings in online novels. But Jiang Yao doesn't understand why the samurai doesn't also hide the long sword in the storage bag. Wouldn't that be much more convenient?

Jiang Yao also heard that just like not all martial arts cultivators have Wanli horses, not all martial arts cultivators can have storage bags and armor.

Especially the armor, it is not something that ordinary martial arts practitioners can have.

The warrior looked at the thousands of serfs indifferently, like a bored child looking down at a group of ants.

Ants can move and serfs can farm.

The warrior suddenly pointed to a small patch of crops and said, "Why is no one plowing the snow in that field? Huh?"

His voice was not loud, but it carried a blood-curdling pressure. Although he spoke like a mortal, it made people feel extremely frightened.

"Sir..." An old serf took two steps forward on his knees, "Replying to Mr. Wu Xiu, that is the land cultivated by the Cen family. The Cen family and his son are sick and can't work, so, so..."

The old serf didn't dare to say anything anymore, he was sweating profusely in the cold weather.

"Oh?" The warrior sat on the back of the thousand-mile horse with eyes like copper bells, and asked with a half-smile, "Where is the Cen family?"

The old serf pointed in a direction with a pale face, "Sir, it's over there."
To be continued...