The sun is about to set, and the boundless sunset glow is fiery red, dyeing the sky blood red.

In the independent courtyard, the clear pool reflected the thin reflection of the young boy walking straight into the house.

The autumn wind entered the house and blew the window paper, making it feel a bit cold.

The boy in white was Yang Ran. After entering the house, he did not rush to practice the advanced skills he had just obtained. Instead, he carefully put them under the bed, into his smelly socks.

This way no one can steal it! Yang Ran was very funny, but there is nothing wrong with him doing this, because the Yunxiao Sect has never lacked cases where disciples' skills were stolen and punished.

You must know that this is not a simple punishment, but a loss of arms and legs, or in serious cases, the price of life.

There was a reason why he didn't practice the newly acquired advanced skills first.

The reason is that he has just gradually come to agree with and accept the Yang family. His soul and the soul of the former unlucky guy have truly merged and become one.

In other words, from now on, he no longer has any major troubles such as the coexistence of souls.

At the same time, some of the broken memories of the unlucky Yang Ran's childhood have been digested by him, and they are very clear and cannot be forgotten even if he wants to. One of the memories is the deepest and heaviest.

It was also a bloody dusk, but it was a hot summer day.

The fiery red setting sun roasted the earth like a ball of burnt paste, and a majestic city stood tall.

On the mottled city wall, a little boy of four or five years old, whose naked little body was baked purple by the hot sun, kept humming, using his immature fists and feet together, and a set of fierce tiger punches.

But because the weather was really too hot, his muscles and bones all over his body were so weak and exhausted that he felt like he was soaking in a pool of acid water while sweating like rain.

Maybe he was too tired, so he took a short rest, raised his head, and saw the boundless bloody red setting sun.

Blinking subconsciously, the sweat on his forehead flowed into his eyes, and the sour feeling continued to amplify in his nerves.

"How long?" He spoke with difficulty, his purple lips trembling continuously.

No one answered, so he said to himself: "It seems like a long time, a long time... It's really uncomfortable and painful..."

The little boy's immature facial features were severely distorted, and he was obviously extremely uncomfortable.

Just when the little boy couldn't hold on any longer, an eight-foot tall, handsome middle-aged man with a hint of loneliness in his eyes appeared, blocking the blazing sunshine.

It also cast a shadow that was enough to cover the little boy's thin body.

Then the middle-aged man's voice was low, like the beating of ancient war drums...

"You don't want to be a warrior anymore? Don't you want to have pride and dignity?"

"Have you forgotten the ridicule and ridicule directed at you?"

"Don't you want to see your mother?"

"Don't you...want to know why...my cultivation has stagnated?"

"Ah!", the little boy roared, as if coming from the eighteenth level of hell. It was a hoarse roar that was inconsistent with his age, and was filled with boundless blood, tears, and sweat.

Then the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of three feet around the little boy crazily condensed into a milky white vortex, gathering above his head.

The spiritual energy vortex turned into a snow-white rain and blended into the little boy's thin body.

The little boy's physical blood energy continued to surge, intensifying at a speed visible to the naked eye, condensing into a sea of ​​blood energy and elixir.

The Qi sea in Dantian was opened up, and the little boy relaxed his whole body, sat down on the city wall, and kept breathing.

His expression was very excited, and he excitedly grasped the middle-aged man's calloused hand and gasped: "Dad, dad! I have become a warrior, I have stepped into the post-spiritual realm to strengthen my body, hahaha..."

The middle-aged man was also very happy. He picked up the little boy and kissed him hard, leaving the little boy with drool all over his face.

"Haha... Okay! Okay! Okay!"

He was sent to such a remote city, and all his hopes were for his son. How could he not be happy when his son became a warrior?

It's just that the little boy's happiness seemed to go as quickly as it came. No, he was unhappy again. He pouted and asked his father: "Why do you have to let me become a warrior?"

"Only when you become a warrior can you have strength, supreme status, and endless money."

The little boy reluctantly said: "I don't want to have strength, I don't want a high status, and I don't want any money."

"I just want to live with my parents!"

The middle-aged man looked slightly startled, his eyes were wet, and he said in a deep voice: "Only by becoming a warrior and becoming strong can we find your mother and protect our home!"

The little boy asked: "Isn't dad a very powerful warrior? Why doesn't dad bring his mother back home?"

That condescending and domineering figure suddenly appeared in the middle-aged man's mind, that face that made him resentful yet terrified.

"Because dad's strength... isn't strong enough! Dad's cultivation has been restricted, and he won't be able to improve his cultivation for the rest of his life, so... this family can only rely on you!"

With these words, the pain deep in the heart of the middle-aged man surged out uncontrollably, making it difficult for him to breathe and making him cry silently in his heart.

He couldn't help but hate the extremely powerful man who had placed the restraint on him. He hated himself even more, hated him for being incompetent, and hated him for entrusting such a heavy burden to his four-year-old son.

How could his immature shoulders bear it? He was only a four-year-old child!

But the little boy was very arrogant and strong: "Then I will become strong enough.'

He kept swearing and making hoarse roars.

"Your Majesty, I, Yang Ran, want to find my mother!"

"I want to avenge my father!"

"I want to become very strong, very strong, and fight away all the bad people in the world who bully us. I want to protect my home!"

The little boy's words brought tears to the eyes of the middle-aged man, Rouer... did you... see it? Our son is stronger and more promising than me. He will reunite our family in the future.

But the little boy wanted to avenge him, and he didn't take it to heart at all, because the person who placed the restraint on him was too highly cultivated, too strong, too strong to imagine, and too strong to make him despair.

Resistance.

The little boy looked determined and asked: "Dad, how can a warrior be powerful? What kind of strength do I need to get my mother back?"

The middle-aged man straightened his expression, quietly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said: "The three major realms of martial arts, Houling Realm, Xianling Mirror, and Ningyuan Mirror, each realm is divided into nine heavens. You only need to be able to bear it.

You can find your mother by entering the Ning Yuan Mirror."

"However, the Condensing Yuan realm is too far away. What you need to know at this stage is the three major training keys of a warrior: martial will, physical strength, and strong true energy."

"A warrior's martial will must be tenacious so that he can go further and fly higher in the martial arts."

"The stronger the true energy, the greater the amount of true energy, and the stronger the cultivation level."

"If the will of martial arts is the switch that controls the source of water, then the true energy is the water, and the physical body is the container. The size of the container determines the amount of water put in. In other words, the physical body is the foundation of martial arts practice."

"However, you have to remember that the bodies of the current Supreme Emperor and the Supreme Emperor of Heaven can both break the void and travel across the universe. Therefore, your physical foundation in each realm must be solid so that you can continue to accumulate potential."

"Just like the dragon that lurks in the abyss, it has accumulated potential for thousands of years, and everything changes once it is born."
Chapter completed!