Although the yard is dilapidated, it is very peaceful. A few ancient trees are swaying, casting shade on the ground. Beside the ancient well, the little boy fetched a basin of water, washed away the dirt, and revealed a delicate and young face.
"Why is there a small part of the ancient skills that the Holy Body specializes in major secret realms are missing?" Ye Fan asked.
When the little boy heard this, he didn't bother to wipe the water off his face, and ran over to listen to the conversation between his grandfather and Ye Fan. The yellow dog stuck out its tongue, wagging its tail, and followed him around.
A flattering look.
Under an old peach tree, Ye Fan and Yang Yunteng were sitting on the bluestone, talking about ancient methods. Old man Yang Yunteng was surprised and said: "This secret method has been passed down from generation to generation. Could it be that part of it was lost along the way?"
The years are too long to detect. The most precious ancient skill in their hearts is actually missing. Both the ancestors and the grandson are very nervous and anxious. Because the ancestors said that this is the tradition of the Holy Body and cannot be lost. Only by practicing this method
, one day we can achieve great perfection, true success.
"It doesn't matter, I'll complete it for you." Ye Fan exuded a ray of consciousness and engraved this earth-shattering ancient art into their hearts.
Ye Fan stayed here and taught Yang Xi for several days. This child was very talented, and with his serious and hard training, his performance was extremely amazing.
The dryness of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is not a problem at all for Ye Fan. He laid out a small patch of source of heaven and earth to gather the essence of the ten directions.
In fact, he could directly take out pieces of divine resources and make this place a paradise, but he didn't want to expose the little boy to such a monastic environment from the beginning.
"Be still and concentrate, and open up the sea of suffering." Under the ancient tree, Ye Fan looked serious, urging Yang Xi to concentrate all his energy, open up his own sea of suffering, and open his shackles.
Ye Fan helped him activate his blood vessels, reviving the dormant golden holy blood, and then stood aside. Two hours later, the unshakable sea of suffering suddenly glowed brightly, as if it was melting, and little golden clouds appeared.
"Ah... I have received spiritual energy, and I can practice!" The little boy was shocked, opened his eyes, and jumped up with great excitement.
Seeing Ye Fan's glare, Yang Xi quickly sat down and said, "Master, I was wrong. I was just too excited. The last few generations of my family have not been able to overcome this hurdle."
Ye Fan nodded and did not blame him. The declining Holy Body clan has been unable to open up the sea of suffering in recent generations. His mood at this time is understandable.
The old man Yang Yunteng was carrying water to irrigate the vegetable patch next to the well. At this time, he was sincerely happy, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be reduced.
This ancient star is even more powerful than Beidou. It suppresses it so much that the Holy Body can't even cross the sea of suffering. It's really helpless.
Next, Xiao Pohai became even more serious about practicing the "Tao Jing". This is an ancient and complicated scripture, which can be called the best among the ancient wheel and sea scriptures.
Several of Ye Fan's disciples, from Ye Tong to Xiao Song to Hua Hua, have all dabbled in it. Ye Fan asked them to study it carefully, which may have an impact on their lives. Now that they have met Xiao Po Hai, they still use this sutra to build their foundation.
Ye Fan created the scriptures, but now he has not reached Dzogchen in cultivation and does not teach them easily. At the same time, he does not want his disciples to copy his own path.
The little boy didn't know the "Tao Jing", but the old man Yang Yunteng had heard of it and was shocked. He took this sutra as a guide. This foundation is too deep and solid.
Yang Xi closed his eyes. Although he was immature, he sat there cross-legged like a rock, motionless, firm in faith, and devoted himself wholeheartedly.
Opening up the sea of suffering cannot be achieved overnight. Just now, the golden blood dormant in his body boiled briefly, and now it has calmed down.
Ye Fan nodded, and that was it. He led the little boy on the path of spiritual practice. A little light as big as a grain of rice appeared in his sea of suffering, and he needed to keep exploring.
"Little bastard, come out!" A child was shouting in the alley.
"When the trash holy body comes out, who has the strongest ancestor and the blood of Heaven flowing in the body is here to suppress you." Some children were making noises.
Yang Xi opened his eyes, and there was anger on his young face, but after taking a look at Ye Fan, he quickly calmed down, refused to listen, and practiced hard to eliminate interference.
Ye Fan nodded. It was not easy for a six or seven-year-old child to meditate so quickly and let the frustration and anger in his heart subside.
"The person who specializes in killing the Holy Body has arrived, and the blood of the sky has swept everything. Little broken boy, come out and see how powerful the bloodline of the person who defeated your ancestors is." A group of children shouted.
Yang Yunteng sighed and shook his head, feeling helpless.
Yang Xi was very quiet, without saying a word, sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, seizing every moment to practice, cherishing this hard-won opportunity.
After a long time, there were still children outside who were still shouting and persisting, refusing to leave. Finally, they kicked the door open with a clang.
When Yang Yunteng saw a child behind the crowd, his expression froze, an extremely complicated cold look appeared on his wrinkled face, and then he turned his head.
"A child of the Cang family?" Ye Fan asked.
"Yes." Yang Yunteng nodded, as if he was reluctant to mention this family, and there was a kind of resentment and resentment that was difficult to resolve.
"Yang Xi, go." Ye Fan said, asking the little boy to stop practicing and allow him to go out.
In the alley, a group of children shouted at Yang Xi, but they were very afraid of one of the children wearing precious clothes. When he waved his hand, they all stopped and did not dare to say anything.
It is difficult to practice Taoism on this ancient star, and it can only be done reluctantly in this area. This city is located in this Taoist land, and most of the people living in the city are disciples of the ancient sect who know how to practice Taoism.
These children come from various sects, large and small, and are very afraid of the child in the middle and look up to him.
His name is Cangyun, and he only appears once every ten days and a half. Every time he comes out, he is looking for a little bastard and beats him to death, and it will be the same now.
"Is this a child of the Cangtian Ba bloodline on another ancient planet of life?" Ye Fan asked.
Yang Yunteng nodded, with a cold look on his face. He was angry and resentful towards this family. Over the years, they have gone too far and continued to trample on the dignity of the Holy Body lineage.
"They are the descendants of Ba Ti. The blood in most of the human body has become thin, but it does not affect their practice. In order to establish their faith, some children were specially sent to this star."
It has been like this for so many years. Yang Yunteng sometimes thinks about it and feels very sad that the Human Sacred Body lineage has become someone else's sparring partner and is being bullied like this.
When he was worshiping in front of the solitary grave in the Holy Land of the Human Race, Ye Fan had already learned from the whispers of the two saints that the people with the blood of Heaven Hegemony flowing in their bodies were buried on another ancient star. This clan has descendants
I found him and guarded his mausoleum, but he never left.
Relatively speaking, that clan is very different from this one. Although their bloodline has become thinner as time goes by and no real hegemonic body has been born, they are still very powerful.
In order to train the next generation, the Cang people will send them to live on this ancient planet where it is difficult to practice Tao for a few years when they are very young, so that they can understand the changes of Tao, struggle in hardships, temper themselves, and gain understanding.
This is the ancestral rule and cannot be changed. When Ye Fan heard this, his heart moved and he felt the extraordinaryness of this clan.
However, in recent times, the descendants of the Cangtian Ba bloodline have gone too far, and some children have targeted the Holy Body lineage, often bullying them, and getting their heads and blood shed every time.
"The Overlord Body is naturally stronger than the Holy Body and is invincible. You have to defeat them since childhood, trample them under your feet and establish your belief in invincibility."
These are the words said by someone from the Cangtian Baxue clan, and how they teach their children this way makes old Yang Yunteng feel sad and angry every time he thinks about it.
"Young Holy Body boy, how can you be Ba Ti's opponent if you are not good enough? You will be beaten to death again today." Many children shouted.
Yang Xi had just started to open up the sea of suffering, and he was just getting started. Although he was born with supernatural powers, he was no match for the kid opposite who had already been building a foundation for several years and knew Taoism.
Cangyun was not very old, but he had a kind of indifference that was inconsistent with his age. He kicked the little boy away with one kick, then followed him and stepped on his chest.
"My ancestors won. The Heavenly Tyrant bloodline will always be stronger than the Holy Body. Now every generation of us will step on your clan, and you will never be defeated."
Although Yang Yunteng was very old, he was angered by a child and rushed out of the yard with a hammer. He had a lame leg that fell off when he was fighting for his son.
Now, the grandson is being treated like this again and is often bullied. His chest is violently bullied and his face is flushed.
Ye Fan held him, and a ray of golden light rose from the ground and sank into the child Cangyun's body, causing him to lose his strength all of a sudden.
Although it is demeaning to deal with a child like this, it is what is needed at the moment.
The little boy was so strong that he overturned Cangyun in one fell swoop and struck hard with his fists. In just a few blows, Cangyun's nose bones were collapsed, tears flowed, and blood continued to drip.
"Don't say you don't have Cangtian Ba's blood in your body. Even if you still have it, it's nothing. If you practice for the same length of time, I'll beat a hundred of you by myself. My ancestors are stronger than Ba's body!"
The other children were all stunned and at a loss.
"In that era, the holy body died, and the people with the blood of Heaven Hegemony flowing in their bodies also died soon, right?" Ye Fan asked, not wanting to touch Yang Yunteng's sadness, but it was still necessary to ask.
Yang Yunteng nodded and said: "After that battle, he could not leave the fiftieth level of the human race. Ten years later, he sat on the ancient star of life not far away. It is said that at the end, a wisp of imperial power was revealed.
But when the hidden damage occurred, it eventually fell into pieces, turning that ancient star into a strange place, completely different from this star."
Ye Fan nodded and said: "It seems that I also need to go and take a look at that star."
"Ah..." On the ground, Cangyun yelled and shed tears.
Yang Xi sat on him like a little tiger, beating him constantly, venting all the grievances in his heart.
"Cang Yun, you are such an idiot. You can't even defeat a little trash from the Holy Body lineage. He can't even practice cultivation. But you were beaten by him while he was sitting on top of you. You have brought shame on our clan."
In the distance, several older children were walking towards them. They were all twelve or thirteen years old, and their cultivation levels were not weak for their age group.
Even if there is only a thin bloodline left, they can still practice. The descendants of this family have not been lost in the dust of history.
These children were very indifferent. When they came up, they would snap their fingers or raise their feet, with flashes of light, trying to suppress the little kid, with a natural sense of superiority and arrogance.
A few rays of golden light rushed up from the ground and penetrated into their bodies. With Ye Fan here, how could it be possible for the little boy to continue to be bullied like in the past. Although it was disrespectful to do so, it was more important than setting up a good relationship for Yang Xi.
Faith allowed him to dissipate the humiliation in his heart, so what did it matter?
"ah……"
Several children who arrived screamed one after another, but they were all knocked down by the little boy. He punched them one by one, causing blood to spurt from their mouths and noses.
Over the years, Yang Yunteng has felt that his life has been very frustrating. His son did not take good care of him and died early, and now his grandson is being bullied. Even though several half-year-old children were beaten, he does not feel guilty at all.
"Is this grandson of mine... really a return to his ancestors, with infinite holy blood?" He asked Ye Fan in a trembling voice, wanting to make some kind of decision.
"Yes, as long as he is willing to work hard, he will not be weaker than the ancestors of the Holy Body." Ye Fan said.
"There are some things left by our ancestors and entrusted to the guardians for safekeeping. Maybe... they can be of great use to you and my grandson." After the old man said these words, he seemed to have untied a knot in his heart.