I Will Rewrite Your Fate

The next day, as usual, Xie Ming closed his eyes and waited for five minutes after using the first purple awns of the sun to nourish his eyes.

These five minutes is his opportunity for the little guy.

Fortunately, at the beginning of Dongfang Moon, when the fourth minute was about to pass, he came to this lake.

"Big Brother Xie Ming."

"It's coming."

His pupils glided across, and Xie Ming looked at Dongfang Yuechu: "Then next, you can stand there and watch."

"Look.... What are you looking at?"

"I have a secret book that can exercise the strength of the soul. It is called Thousands of Practices." Xie Ming said faintly: "Its function is to treat the cultivator's soul as a piece of iron full of impurities and constantly beat it."

"After thousands of hard work, the soul will become pure, without impurities, and the strength and spiritual power of the soul will be improved. But at the same time, you will definitely feel the pain of the hammer directly on the soul. Even me, Now I can barely bear it."

Xie Ming raised his head and looked at Dongfang Yuechu with a calm expression: "I can't stay in Tushan for a few days. In the days after that, I can only rely on you to exercise consciously. I tell you this to tell you and receive my training. Even if the time is only a few days, it may be a hellish day for you. Even after exercising, you may not be able to climb up."

"Even so, do you have to follow me to exercise?"

"I...."

"You don't need to rush to answer, you first see that I finish my cultivation, and then you answer." Xie Ming smiled: "Your kid is very smart, you should understand that I didn't bluff you. That's why I let you make your own decision."

"After all, persistence or non-persistence, the last thing you will see is yourself."

After speaking, Xie Ming closed his eyes again, exhaled lightly, and ran this technique.

"when!"

"boom!!!!!"

Although there was no such explosive sound effect or the clanging sound of steel collision in reality, Dongfang Yuechu could feel that Xie Ming's soul was being severely knocked by an invisible hammer.

As the bloodline of the Dongfang family, Dongfang Yuechu is very talented. Not only is he born with the spiritual power of his mother, but he can also directly display pure Yang Yan. Moreover, the hard life has brought him far beyond ordinary people's ability to detect words and colors and emotional intelligence.

Similarly, his perception power belongs to the top group. Therefore, he could vaguely feel that the fire in Xie Ming's body was constantly burning, the soul that was constantly tossing and being hit hard by the hammer.

In the beginning, Xie Ming just grabbed his knees with his fingers. With the hammer's successive taps, his fingers became tighter and tighter, and his face became paler. The big beads of sweat dripped to the ground one after another.

Every time Xie Ming was cultivating this ghost thing, the only thing Xie Ming was fortunate was that the speed of the hammering went from slow to fast, and there was a process of acceleration. If he was given a heavy hammer for five consecutive shots at the beginning, I am afraid that no one can withstand it.

For the first 10 seconds, there were only three hammers. Ten seconds in the middle stage is five beats. Ten seconds in the final stage, that is a chaotic hammer.

In Dongfang Yuechu's eyes, Xie Ming could still hold on to his knees at first, reluctantly insisting. But as time passed, the cross-legged posture could no longer be maintained. The dark eyes turned into emerald green, and the rainbow circle inside was bright and dark, violently fluctuating.

The fingers inserted into the ground firmly, resisted, and let out a silent low growl. The word Han Ruyuxia seems to have been reproduced in reality.

To be honest, even if he just looked at it, Dongfang Yuechu was sweating all over his body, his face paled with fright. But he also understood why Xie Ming specially let him see this scene.

It is not easy to live in this world, and it is even more difficult to live in this world well. In this world where power is supreme, no one has never suffered. Eating more bitterness does not necessarily make you stronger.

But the strong must have suffered a lot! There is no power, and there is no price to pay. If you want to become strong, you must endure hardships and overcome thorns.

At this moment, Xie Ming is teaching Dongfang Yuechu such a truth, taking himself as a practical case.

Although I knew that even if I received the instruction, I couldn't suffer the same level of pain as Xie Ming, but for my child under ten years old, it would be quite painful.

Gritting his teeth to choose to persist, or being scared back, these are the two choices that Dongfang Yuechu now faces. But for Dongfang Yuechu, the choice has already been made.

The culprit smiled on his own family. Just because of birth and blood, people were hunted everywhere. He obviously didn't do anything, and obviously didn't commit anything. Why?

Because I am not strong enough, I don't have the power to survive in this world, and I don't have the power to protect my family.

If it's pain, if it can make you live, then what is the pain?

Dongfang Yuechu's fist slowly clenched, even though his body was still trembling, but he still tried to straighten his waist.

At this time, the 100 hammers per day had also passed. Xie Ming trembled and pulled out his arm from the ground, looking towards Dongfang Yuechu, his voice was very weak and hoarse.

"Choose... alright..."

"Yes! Brother Xie Ming will be troubled from now on!"

"very good....."

From the portable space, he took out the iron knife that was eating ashes, and threw it in front of Dongfang Yuechu: "First of all, tie your hair yourself to look a little more energetic. Then you took the knife and followed me. Began to wave."

"Yes!"

Without hesitation, he tore off a strip of cloth from the Taoist robe and tied all his long hair behind his head. Dongfang Yuechu stood on tiptoe and tried hard to pull up an iron knife that was taller than him.

Slowly, the iron sword began to change, becoming a length and weight that could be swung even at the beginning of the Eastern Moon.

"Brother Xie Ming, this..."

However, Xie Ming ignored him. He had already pulled out the demon sword and started basic training day after day.

"..."

After gritting his teeth, Dongfang Yuechu started to wield this magical iron knife in his hand. Of course, he is not that stupid. While swinging, he also began to use the spiritual power he could mobilize to cultivate his body in accordance with the special techniques of the Dongfang family.

All this was seen by the three people on the side.

"Ming Ming..."

Little Bird really wanted to rush out just now, but he still held back. Because she knew that she couldn't help Xie Ming if she rushed out. She would not do this kind of unhelpful behavior.

The most precious thing that time brings to her is the experience and calmness in dealing with various things.

"Otinus sauce, does Mingming do this every day?"

"Ah, yes."

Otinus sat on the shoulder of the bird and sighed: "That's why I told you that he is essentially a lunatic."

"If you don't prepare to be side by side with this madman, you will feel better in the future."

"Why are you unprepared?" Xiaoniao smiled and looked at the figure who worked hard: "It's not normal to think of someone who can declare to save the world in high school?"

"And how can the people who cooperate with his plan be normal?"

"Well, too."

Otinus thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!