In the Holy Tribe, the clan leader Shangqing knelt down to a statue of the god in the hall, Ji Xiang knelt down. This statue was a legendary old man in the Xuan clan, and was also the founder of the Xuan clan. After Ji Xiang kowtowed, he turned around and looked at Old Tan and Sanniang, a tribe mother who was beside him and said, "We have passed on the cultivation of root veins to Chen Ling for many years. Now we should teach him the cultivation of abdominal veins. Then he paused and said: I don't know, he..."

Speaking of this, he wanted to speak but stopped, but just sighed and said nothing. It was not difficult to see a slight disappointment on his face.

The tribe mother Sanniang could not see any expression on her face, but she sighed slightly, "I don't think this is urgent. Chen Ling's practice of meridians in recent years has been very slow, far behind those of her peers. If she teaches it now, she may not be able to achieve it."

Then she said lightly: "Class leader, why should you put your high hopes on him? Perhaps Chen Lingtianming is a mundane person, why should you force him? He has done his best."

It is not difficult to see a hint of pity in her eyes, a faint gentleness in her expression, but there is still a hint of melancholy. She sighed: "Unclearly, he has grown up, and the past ten years seem to have been particularly long."

Old Tan pondered for a moment and said, "Everything is always inseparable from the word "strange". I think Chen Ling is not as simple as we imagine, so why are we so pessimistic?"

After being said to by the old man, Shangqing and his tribe mother were slightly stunned. Then he looked at the old man in confusion. Shangqing frowned and said, "Why did the mage say that?"

Mr. Tan stroked his beard and said slowly: "It is already a miracle to fall into my Xuan Realm, but it is even more mysterious to scare away all the demons. It is unparalleled to the Zhu Xiao. Even in the practice of meridians, he is different from everyone. It only takes two years for others to practice the first level of Tai Chi meridians, and three years is the latest. But he has practiced for seven years. I am afraid there is no such person in my Xuan Realm."

Then he paused and looked at the two of them and said, "Isn't it strange to him? He is always different from others."

Hearing the mage say this, the two of them nodded, and Shangqing hurriedly said, "What the mage says is that I, Shangqing, are too anxious," and then hurriedly said, "But this matter of mechanic cultivation is also a major matter of him. If there is a day of extraordinary destiny in his life, he should be taught to him early. I don't know that the mage and Sanniang..., and he looked at the two of them."

The tribe's mother Sanniang didn't say anything, but turned her eyes to Master Tan who was beside her, looking for his meaning. She didn't know the foundation and talent of Chen Ling, the child. Over the years, she raised him with her own hands, and she had already been half a mother. She knew his personality the best, but in addition to being well-behaved and sensible, hard work is also rare in the clan.

But her clan mother was shocked by his practice. Since he could remember, the clan devoted all his efforts and worked hard to cultivate it, but he was disappointed year after year. Unexpectedly, his understanding of the pulse method was so slow, which was a rare thing that had never happened in the Xuan clan. Therefore, she did not have much opinion on this. In the end, the clan leader and the mage made the decision, but in her heart she still couldn't let it go.

Old Tan nodded to Shangqing and said, "No matter how poor his qualifications are, what we should teach is still the teaching. As long as there is a breakthrough in him, I think there will be a miracle one day."

When the two of them heard the old man's words, their disappointment seemed to have calmed down a lot. The tribe mother and grandmother looked out at the sky and said with a worried look: "It's already this time, why haven't they come back yet? Is something wrong?"

As she said that, she hurriedly walked towards the entrance of the cave. When she reminded her, Shangqing and the monk also headed towards the entrance of the cave one after another.

The three of them came to the entrance of the cave and saw that the sky gradually became darker and there was a faint mist.

Many tribe members took advantage of the sky and rushed from outside, but they were still missing Xiao Man and Shen Ling.

The tribe mother, Sanniang, said very worriedly: "I should have come back at this time, what's wrong today."

Shangqing's expression was not too nervous, but instead stepped forward to comfort him: "Sanniang, don't worry, they won't have anything to do. You forget that the monster in the fog is the most afraid of him."

After he said this, the mother of the clan was relieved, but when she thought about it, she seemed to pull her back to the miracles and scenes that happened to this child more than ten years ago, as if she was vivid in her mind, and as if she was always separated by the sky. Time passed by, but it was more than ten years later, but the night of the entire Xuan clan would never forget it forever.

Just as the sky gradually covered the entire sky, a figure finally appeared in the sand and dust in the distance. The figure was running towards the three of them quickly. A tall and burly figure held two axes in his hand, carrying a boy, and was running quickly in the sand and dust. The boy on his shoulder seemed to be carrying something in his hand, and it was a little blurred in the fog and could not be identified clearly. Until the figures of the two gradually appeared in front of the three of them, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Man panted, looked at the three of them with guilt, scratched his head and smiled silly, "Why, why are everyone here?"

The boy jumped off Dongzi and saw the three of them with serious expressions on their faces. He knew that they must have been cursed. He took the pheasant in his hand and said sincerely: "My clan, Uncle Shangqing, Grandpa Tan, Shen Ling is worried about you."

When the woman's mother saw the child, her originally quiet face softened a little. She stepped forward and stroked his head and said, "It's good to come back. Remember the words of the clan's mother. She must come back before dark in the future, so as not to worry the clan's people."

Shangqing looked at the sky and said hurriedly: "Everyone should go back and talk. The sky is already dark and the fog is coming."

As he said that, a few people headed towards the cave.

Shangqing, who was walking at the end, grabbed Dongzi by the side and asked, "Where did you and Shen Ling go today? Why did you come back so late today?"

Dongzi said inadvertently: "I didn't go anywhere, I just went to hunt on the top of the mountain."

Shangqing was stunned, as if he had thought of something. The four words on the top of the mountain seemed to evoke memories, and then he said with a solemn look: "Why did you go to the top of the mountain? Haven't you told you many times? Take Shen Ling to that place in the future. How dangerous are birds and beasts in that place? Don't you Dongzi know?"

Dongzi was scolded and didn't say anything. She just looked at Shen Ling in front of her and smiled silly, "I remember, I remember."

After the few people left, the wind at the entrance of the cave blew even harder, and night fog covered the entire earth with sand and dust. The roaring howls surged in noise, entering their moment.

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In the Holy Gang, the night was already deep and the tribe members fell asleep one by one. At this time, two people were explaining something to a young man in front of the hall.

These two are Shangqing and Mr. Tan, and the tribe's mother, Sanniang, did not participate. Perhaps she did not want to see the most vulnerable side of this young man, so she chose to avoid it.

That's right, after discussion among the three of them, they decided to teach him the cultivation of Tai Chi meridian-abdominal meridian tonight.

Facing the two people in front of him, Chen Ling was very respectful. Uncle Shangqing and Grandpa Tan usually gave him a serious teaching to him for the rest of his life. At this moment, he also understood that today was the day to spread his veins to him.

He couldn't help feeling nervous and powerless when practicing the pulse method. Somehow, the pulse and mental method was always unable to move naturally and smoothly in his body, but it was blocked and unopened, and it was full of difficulties.

Over the past few years, I have been trying hard to break the deadlock of slow cultivation. But my efforts are not only in return for hopelessness in my heart, but also in disappointment in the tribe. However, the tribe did not give up on him, but still taught the meridian method as usual. This made him both moved and inferior, so the contradiction in his heart was beyond the understanding of others.

Facing the portrait of his ancestor, Shangqing looked at Chen Ling and said solemnly: "Chen Ling, kneel down and kowtow to his ancestor."

After obeying the order, Chen Ling slowly knelt down and kowtowed three times to the portrait.

After kowtowing, he did not rush to get up, but looked at the ancestor in the painting, a legendary figure who was full of dust. The information about him was more about the rumors of generations of tribe members. The cultivation of meridians in the world has ever-changing changes, but how many people can set a precedent for the Xuan clan like this ancestor.

Thinking about the difference between myself and this ancestor, I felt strange and without a trace of fluctuation, as if a wry smile echoed: "Chen Ling, Chen Ling, you are just an ordinary person, and you can't even compare with ordinary people. How could you hope to discuss this god-like character?"

Perhaps a temporary self-mockery can help you recognize yourself. Only by being an ordinary self can you calm your heart.

While I was still savoring the bitterness in my heart, a kind and gentle voice rang in my ears: "Okay, get up."

Mr. Tan, who was standing beside him, came forward and reminded: "Just be sincere. May our ancestors bless you, so that you can make a breakthrough in your meridian cultivation and reach a new high."

After being reminded by the old man, Chen Ling became more confident and replied: "Yes, Grandpa Tan."

Shangqing seemed to see the firmness on the boy's face, and said in a deep voice: "Chen Ling, although you have poor talent, what you fear most is that you are not diligent enough in meridian cultivation. So far, your roots have been for several years. If you can complete the nine levels of the roots in a few years, your foundation will be stable. Next, it is time to pass on your Tai Chi meridian-Abdominal meridian cultivation."

As he said that, Shangqing took out a scroll from his sleeve, handed it over, and said, "Take it, understand the mental formula of this pulse method. If you encounter any unknown place, come to me and the master, and we will naturally answer it with you. Remember that pulse cultivation does not take place in one day, and requires hard practice every day, and the important thing is self-realization."

The mage Tan, who was beside him, also nodded and said, "Chen Ling, Uncle Shangqing said it well. The key to meridian cultivation is to study hard and practice hard. If the ninth level of the root and meridian is to lay the foundation, then the key to the cultivation of the abdominal meridian is to gather the energy of heaven and earth in the abdomen, open the chakra in the body, and the spirit is the true essence, and realize the combination of the spirit and meridians. Then he sighed: The mystery of this is more to understand by yourself, and you should learn it slowly."

Chen Ling took the scroll. Although it was a simple and thin thing, it was invisible heavy in his hands. He didn't know how long he would have to practice this time, and whether it was another long and torment waiting for him.

This inner contradiction made him feel that the heaviness still existed, just like the lingering haze sometimes enveloped him. But in the face of the trust and high hopes of his tribe, he had no reason to retreat because he did not want to disappoint his tribe.

Chen Ling, who took the scroll, knelt down at the two of them and said: Please don’t worry, Uncle Qing and Grandpa Tan, Chen Ling will write down your words.

Both of them stepped forward to help the boy up, smiled and nodded with great relief.

Finally, Shangqing gave a few more tips on cultivation and left one after another with Mr. Tan.

Looking at the two elders' departure, Chen Ling felt a lot of emotion in his heart. Uncle Shangqing's sternness and Grandpa Tan's kindness were all ubiquitous care for him. The leaders of the two clans put such high hopes on themselves. When they were lost, they still did not give up on themselves. This moved him quite. He looked at the scroll in his hand, and his mood became more firm, and he just shouted softly in his heart: "You can do it, Chen Ling."
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