Uncle Jiu: Hang up and ask for magic, I will become a god by spreading beans.

"Black Tiger Digs Out Heart!"

"White crane wings!"

"The dragon is in the sky!"

Early in the morning, in the courtyard of Yizhuang, a figure got up early and practiced boxing frantically in the courtyard.

Even Zhang Yuan, who lived next door, was woken up by the constant noise.

"What's the noise in the morning, do you want anyone to sleep!"

Zhang Yuan broke in angrily with a sense of getting up, and was stunned by the scene in front of him as soon as he entered the door.

I saw that Qiusheng was in the courtyard with an excited face, punching and kicking at the wooden man, and his moves were wide open and closed, which could be described as fist-to-flesh and extremely fierce.

However, this was not what shocked Zhang Yuan the most, what shocked him was that Qiusheng punched the stake one by one, knocking the stake into a few dents, and did not show the slightest pain.

Even if Zhang Yuan's current physique is hardly punched out of a gap in the stake with his fist, it will not be very comfortable.

"He won't go crazy because of Xiaoyu's business."

"Qiusheng is not so fragile yet."

As soon as Zhang Yuan turned his head, he saw Uncle Nine standing beside him, gargling his mouth while watching Qiusheng box.

"Uncle Nine!" Zhang Yuan said hello and asked curiously, "What is the situation of Qiusheng now?"

Uncle Nine spit out the mouthwash in his mouth, wiped his mouth, and looked at Qiusheng with relief: "Is this an epiphany for him, or an extremely rare martial arts epiphany." "

Martial arts epiphany?" Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, he had also experienced an epiphany, but he had never heard of it, and there were different divisions of epiphany.

"There are not only cultivators like us in the world, there are also qi and blood martial artists who specialize in martial arts, and Haoran scholars who cultivate a breath of Haoran Qi in their chests."

"Depending on the system you are cultivating, the way of having an epiphany is different."

"The epiphany of cultivators is called Tongxuan epiphany, the epiphany of qi and blood martial artists is called martial arts epiphany, and the epiphany of Haoran scholars is called Wenchang epiphany."

It turned out that there were so many ways to have an epiphany, and if it weren't for Uncle Jiu, he really didn't know that there was a way to become stronger in the world other than cultivators.

"But Qiusheng is not a martial artist, how can his epiphany be a martial arts epiphany?" Zhang Yuan asked puzzled.

Although Qiusheng has some talent in martial arts, he cultivates the upright Taoist exercises, even if it is an epiphany, it should be a metaphysical epiphany.

"That's why I say it's extremely rare." Uncle Nine paused and said, "In the hundreds of years of Maoshan Mountain, there has only been one martial arts epiphany.

"And he became the Heavenly Master of that generation, with powerful spells and terrifying physique, swept away all the evil in the world."

"Even the Xiangjiang Corpse Chasing Clan, the Silver Armor Corpse King who has been cultivated for hundreds of years has been knocked down by him with one punch."

One punch broke half of the body of the Silver Armor Corpse King, is this still a human!

The corners of Zhang Yuan's mouth twitched twice, and he pointed at Qiusheng in disbelief: "You mean, Qiusheng will also become an existence like that Heavenly Master Ancestor in the future?"

Uncle Nine glanced at Zhang Yuan with the eyes of a fool, nodded slowly, and shook his head again: "How can Qiusheng be compared to that Heavenly Master Ancestor.

"That ancestor, whether in the martial arts or in the immortal path, has the top talent in the world, and he has become a martial artist in three days, and a technique in five days, suppressing the cultivation world for an era."

"Even if it is Longhu Mountain, which is full of talents, when it encounters Maoshan in that period, it has to rein in its edge."

Speaking of this, Uncle Nine looked at Qiusheng who was still practicing selflessly: "Although Qiusheng's talent is not as good as that ancestor, with this martial arts epiphany, he may not be able to obtain the inheritance of that ancestor when he returns to Maoshan in the future."

"Even if it's just to get a martial art or a technique, it's enough for Qiu Sheng to benefit for a lifetime."

Zhang Yuan looked at Qiusheng enviously, he had a Tongxuan epiphany, why didn't he encounter such a good thing!

What, you say that behind the house is Maoshan Mountain?

What you said, I still have a peaceful way behind me!

Maoshan is full of Taoist priests who have cultivated to a high level?

That's fine, who let someone behind the house.

Can't be provoked, can't be provoked.

Just when Zhang Yuan was sad, exhausted, and grief-stricken because there was no one behind him.

Qiusheng, who was practicing martial arts, suddenly stopped, and then a crackling sound suddenly sounded on his body.

The muscles, bones, skin, and flesh on his body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he forced Qiusheng into a big meat ball.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuan thought that there had been an accident, and hurriedly wanted to rush up to save Qiusheng.

But he was pulled by the fast-eyed Uncle Jiu: "Don't worry, Qiusheng is fine, he is now at the critical moment of martial arts epiphany, and he must not be disturbed."

Seeing that Uncle Nine was not in a hurry at all, and even hugged his shoulders with a smile on his face, Zhang Yuan was a little relieved.

He sat on the steps, took out a handful of soybeans from his pocket, and watched them as he ate.

"Eat less soybeans, eating too many soybeans will make you fart."

"Uncle Nine, my soybeans are the materials for refining soldier beans, and there is a golden light on them to protect the body, eating them can not only remove impurities in the body, but also improve physical fitness."

“...... Give me some too. Just

when the two of them were eating and watching the play, Qiusheng's spirit and spirit were undergoing earth-shaking changes.

Time goes back to last night.

After everyone left, Qiusheng knelt alone in place, looking like a salted fish without dreams.

His mind kept thinking about Uncle Jiu's promise, and Xiao Yu's eyes when he parted.

He hated himself for being useless, and he couldn't even keep the woman he loved.

He hated himself for not working hard, if he had been able to cultivate hard before, he would not have evolved into this scene.

He even hated Uncle Jiu, hated Zhang Yuan, hated heaven and earth, why didn't he give him a talent that is unparalleled in the world.

But no matter how much he complains, his heart is still like a mirror.

Knowing how ridiculous his thoughts are, he is obviously giving up on himself, but he forcibly imposes all this on others.

Eventually, everything turned into a tear that slipped from the tip of Akiyu's nose.

After experiencing great joys and sorrows, ups and downs, people often have two choices.

Either pick yourself up, be reborn, and become stronger; Or continue to mourn, and completely become a puddle of mud, rotting in the world.

Qiusheng doesn't want to become mud, in his heart, there are people he cares about, and there are people who care about him.

The expectations of these people for him were condensed into a rein, firmly tied around his waist, so that he did not completely fall into the trough.

Overcast clouds obscured the moonlight, the cold wind whistled and gave Qiusheng a slap, and a drizzle of rain fell from the sky.

Qiusheng raised his head blankly, and countless raindrops hit his face, causing his dilated pupils to slowly gather.

Gently raising his hand, looking at the rain in his hand, everything in front of him seemed to become blurred.