Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 128

Although the courtyard was ruined, but it was very quiet, several ancient trees swayed, and the shade of the ground fell. Next to the ancient well, Xiao Pohai hit a basin of clean water to wash away the dust, revealing a small, delicate and immature face.

\ "Why is there a small part missing in the ancient techniques of the Eucharist specializing in the major secret areas?" Ye Fan asked. [.. Quality novel, true quality, good novel! 】

The little boy broke the word and couldn't care about wiping the water from his face. He ran over and listened to the conversation between his grandfather and Ye Fan. The yellow dog stuck out its tongue, waved its tail, and turned around beside him, with a flattering look.

Under an old peach tree, Ye Fan and Yang Yunteng were both sitting on the bluestone, talking about the ancient law. The old man Yang Yunteng was surprised, saying: \ "This secret law is passed down from generation to generation. Did you lose part of it on the way?"

The years are too long to be explored. The most precious ancient technique in their hearts was missing, and both the grandchildren and the grandchildren were very nervous and anxious. Because the ancestors said that this is the tradition of the Eucharist, and it cannot be lost. Only by practicing this method will one day be able to achieve perfection and become truly successful.

\ "It's okay, I'll fill it for you." Ye Fan exuded a ray of consciousness and engraved this earth-shattering ancient technique in their hearts.

Ye Fan stayed here and taught Yang Xi for a few days. This child is very talented, and he is very amazing.

Heaven and earth aura dry up here, it is not a problem for Ye Fan at all, he laid a small piece of source Tian Wenluo to gather ten spirits.

In fact, he can directly take out a piece of divine source to make this a blessed place, but he didn't want to let the little broken boy come into contact with such a monastic environment at the beginning.

\ "Concentrate on the mind 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 sea of ​​suffering, and open the shackles.

Ye Fan helped him to revitalize the bloodline, to restore the dormant golden holy blood, and then stood aside. After two hours, the unshakable bitter sea suddenly gleamed like a melt, and a little bit of Jinxia appeared.

\ "Ah ... I got aura, and I can practice!" The little boy was shocked and opened his eyes, very excited, and jumped up directly.

When Ye Fan stared, Yang Xi quickly sat down and said: \ "Master I ’m wrong, I ’m just too excited. My family has not been able to pass this threshold in recent generations."

Ye Fan nodded his head and did not blame it. The recent generations of the declining Eucharist family could not even open up the bitter sea. The mood at this time is understandable.

Old man Yang Yunteng was raising water by the well to irrigate the vegetables. At this time, sincere pleasure, the wrinkles on his face seemed to be reduced.

This ancient star is even worse than the Beidou. It is so powerful that the holy body can't even pass the level of the sea of ​​suffering. It is really helpless.

Next, the little broken boy became more serious and practiced "Dao Jing". This is an ancient and complicated scripture, which is the best among the ancient Lunhai scriptures.

Several of Ye Fan's disciples, from Ye Tong to Komatsu, to Huahua, all involved. Ye Fan asked them to study carefully, which may affect his life, but now he meets the little broken boy and still builds on it.

Ye Fan created the scriptures, but now he has not yet completed the Dzogchen, and he has not given it easily, and he does not want his disciples to copy his own way.

The little broken boy didn't know "Dao Jing", but the old man Yang Yunteng had heard it and was shocked in his heart. Using this as a guide, this foundation is too deep and firm.

Yang Xi closed his eyes. Although immature, he sat there like a rock, motionless, firm in conviction, and devoted himself wholeheartedly.

Opening up the sea of ​​bitterness cannot be achieved overnight. Just now, the golden blood that was dormant inside its body reeled briefly, but now it has calmed down.

Ye Fan nodded, so it became. He led Xiao Po child to the path of cultivation, and a big light of rice grain appeared in his bitter sea, which needed to continue to develop.

\ "The little boy is coming out!" There were children shouting in the alley.

\ "Waste sacred body comes out, what ancestor is the strongest, people with blood in the body reel come to suppress you coming." Some children are coaxing.

Yang Xi opened his eyes, and there was anger in the young face, but after looking at Ye Fan, he calmed down quickly again, not listening, listening to practice, and eliminating interference.

Ye Fan nodded, it was really not easy for a six- or seven-year-old child to meditate so quickly that his suffocation and anger subsided. [.. Quality novel, true quality, good novel! 】

\ "The person who killed the Eucharist arrived, the blood of the heavenly tyrant swept everything, and the little broken boy came out to see how powerful the bloodline of the person who defeated your ancestor." A group of children shouted.

Yang Yunteng sighed and shook his head, very helpless.

Yang Xi is very quiet, does not speak a word, sits on the bluestone, seizes every minute and second practice, cherish this hard-won opportunity very much.

After a long time, there were still children outside shouting, persevering, refused to leave, and finally knocked the door open with a clatter.

Yang Yunteng saw a child behind the crowd, his expression was stagnant, and an extremely complicated cold expression appeared on his wrinkled face, then he turned his head.

\ "Cang's child?" Ye Fan asked.

\ "Yes." Yang Yunteng nodded, seeming to be very reluctant to mention this family, there is a kind of indignation and knot that is difficult to resolve.

\ "Yang Xi, let ’s go." Ye Fan said, let Xiao Pohai stop his practice 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 treasure clothes. When they saw him, they all stopped and didn't dare to talk much.

It is very difficult to cultivate on this ancient star. Only this area can be reluctantly carried out. This city is located in this road. Most of the people living in the city are ancient school disciples who know how to cultivate.

These children come from some big and small martial arts. They are very afraid of the middle child.

Is called Cangyun, and he only appears once every ten days and a half months. Every time he comes out, he is looking for the little boy, and he will be beaten to the point of blood flow, and this is also the case.

\ "This is another **** child on the ancient star of life?" Ye Fan asked.

Yang Yunteng nodded his head, his expression was cold, and he resented and hated the family. Over the years, they have become more and more excessive, and they have trampled on the dignity of the Eucharist.

\ "They are descendants of overbearing bodies. Most of the blood vessels in the body reels are thin, but they do not affect the practice. In order to establish faith, some children were specially sent to this star."

This has been true for many years. Yang Yunteng sometimes thinks about it, and feels very sad. The human body sacred body has become a sparring for others, and is so insulted.

Yan Fan had learned from the whispers of the two saints when he worshipped in front of the sacred earth tomb of the human race. The person with the blood of the heavens in the body reel was buried on another ancient star. Some descendants of this group have come to find them to guard the tomb and have not left.

Relatively speaking, that family is very different from this side. Although the blood is thinner as the years go by, and no real overlord has been born, it is still very powerful.

In order to cultivate the next generation, the Cang people will be sent to live on this ancient star that is difficult to cultivate for a few years to let them understand the change of the sky [Dianzhu change], struggle, grind, and realize .

This is an ancestral rule and cannot be changed. Ye Fan heard it and moved his heart, feeling the extraordinary of this family.

However, since ancient times, the descendants of the **** blood of the heavens have been too much for some children to target the blood of the holy body, often bullying, and every time they break their blood.

\ "The hegemonic body is stronger than the holy body by nature, and the world [covers the sky] is invincible. You have to overcome them since you were young, and step on them to establish the invincible belief."

This is what some people from the Cangtian Baxue family said. They taught the children so much that the old man Yang Yunteng would be sad and angry whenever he thinks about it.

\ "Holy boy you ca n’t be an opponent of a domineering body, and today you will be beaten and broken." Many children shouted.

Yang Xi only started to open up the sea of ​​bitterness, just getting started. Although he was born with divine power, he was not the opponent of the child who had been building the Dao for years.

Cangyun was not very young, but there was a kind of indifference that was not in accordance with his age. He kicked the little boy off and kicked over, then stepped on his chest.

\ "My ancestors have won, the blood of the heavenly tyrant will always be stronger than the Eucharist, and now every generation of us will step on your family, and you will never be defeated."

Although Yang Yunteng was very old, he was irritated by a child, and he rushed out with a hammer in the yard. He had a lame foot, and he fell down when he was fighting for his son.

Nowadays, Sunzi is treated like this again, and he is often bullied. His chest is bullied violently and his face flushed.

Ye Fan held him, and the golden light of the ground rose up, and fell into the body of the child's Cangyun, so that he suddenly lost his strength.

Although dealing with a child in this way is disqualified, it is needed now.

The little broken boy was very strong, and he overturned Cangyun at once, slammed his fist, and only a few strokes later, he collapsed the nose bone hit by Cangyun, his tears flowed, and the blood stains kept falling.

\ "Do n’t say that you do n’t have the blood of the heavenly tyrant in your body reel, even if there is nothing. If you practice for the same long time, I will beat you one hundred. My ancestors are stronger than the tyrants!"

The other children were shocked and at a loss.

\ "In that era, the Eucharist fell, and the people with blood in the body reeled soon died, too?" 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 war, he failed to leave the fiftieth level of the human race. Ten years later, he sat on the ancient star of life not far away. According to legend, a ray of divine power finally revealed , But the bruising happened, after all, torn apart, turning the ancient star into a strange place, very different from this star. "

Ye Fan nodded and said: \ "It seems that I also need to take a look at that star."

\ "Ah ..." On the ground, Cangyun yelled and burst into tears.

Yang Xi rode on him like a little tiger, thumped continuously, and vented the grievances in his heart.

\ "Cangyun, you are really a fool. He ca n’t even beat the little waste of the Eucharist, he ca n’t practice, but you are beaten by him sitting under him, and the face of our family has been lost to you. "

In the distance, several older children came, all aged twelve or thirteen years old. For their age group, cultivation is not weak.

Even if there is only a thin bloodline, it can still be practiced. The descendants of this family have not been annihilated in the dust of history ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ These children are very indifferent, come up or flick their fingers, or raise their feet All of them have flashes of light, and want to suppress Xiaobohai's repression, with a natural sense of superiority and pride.

A few strands of golden light rushed underground and burrowed into their body reels. There was Ye Fan here. How could Xiaobaohai continue to be bullied as before. Although it is disrespectful to do so, it is nothing compared to establishing a belief for Yang Xi and letting him disperse the humiliation in his heart.

\"what……"

Arrived at several children screaming one after another, all of them were knocked down by the little boy, and they punched one by one, and they spurted blood from their noses and noses.

Over the years, the old man Yang Yunteng felt alive and suffocated. His son did not take care of him and passed away early. Now his grandson was bullied again. At this time, although he was beaten by a few half-old children, he did not feel guilty at all.

\ "My grandchildren ... really ancestors, is there endless holy blood?" He trembles and asks Ye Fan to make a decision.

\ "Yes, as long as he is willing to work hard, he will not be weaker than the ancestors of the Eucharist." Ye Fan said. [.. Quality novel, true quality, good novel! 】

\ "There is something left on the ancestor, which was entrusted to the envoy to keep it for a while, maybe ... it can be of great use to you and my grandchildren." After the old man said these words, it seemed to untie a knot , With a long breath.