Tianshixing's "One Song of the Spring and Autumn Period" Sima Qian knew that a person would die, either heavier than Mount Tai or as light as a feather. Chen Mo also knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely be lighter than a feather when he died.

“Failed again.”

Chen Mo sat cross-legged on the bed and opened his eyes, stopping the circulation of qi and blood. According to the star world, human star warriors use qi and blood to temper their whole body, transcend the world, and reach the realm of earthly immortals. However, no matter what, using various methods, Chen Mo found that his qi and blood were like water pumps, without any boiling intention.

In the astral realm, warriors who cannot even achieve the most basic "Nine Turns of Qi and Blood" are destined to be mediocre in this life and will be ashes as dust.

He sighed. At the same time, Yu Chen's miracle did not appear, and Chen Mo was not depressed. He had been repeating this practice for more than ten years. He had been disappointed for more than ten years, but Chen Mo was unwilling to be ordinary, so he never gave up the possibility of struggling with hope.

Chen Mo pushed open the window, and a white snow scene appeared in front of him leisurely. Looking around, the world was covered with snow and ice flowers and jade trees. Chen Mo couldn't help but think of Chairman Mao's poem and blurted out: "It's covered in silver, very charming, and there are so many romantic figures, and I still look at the present day!"

"Good poetry, the young master is really good at writing poetry."

The girl's praise suddenly came from behind.

Without looking back, Chen Mo knew that it must be her personal maid Xiao Tao who came to take care of her. Every morning, she would always bring a basin of hot water into the house on time. Although Chen Mo could not even turn qi and blood, looking at life, even the warriors of the Nine-Turn qi and blood would be envious.

"Although the young master cannot practice martial arts, his literary talent may not be comparable to those of the star generals who inherited the star names of the Great Dynasties." Xiao Tao said from the bottom of his heart.

"I have no literary talent." Chen Mo shivered as soon as the cold wind blew.

Xiaotao said with concern: "It snowed heavily last night. Master, be careful of the cold." As he said that, he asked the maid to add some charcoal to the several braziers in the room, and then closed the windows tightly. The temperature in the room immediately rose, warm as spring.

"Young master, are you going to have a morning jog today?" Xiao Tao brought hot water to wash Chen Mo.

It has been a habit that Chen Mo has always been. Although he has not been able to activate his qi and blood for so many years, Chen Mo believes that one day he will change when he exercises his physique like this.

After washing up, Chen Mo told Xiaotao and some maids to keep warm, and then he went out with Yi.

Several maids sighed when they saw Chen Mo working so hard in such a cold weather.

"Young Master Chen Mo is so good. He has been sent to Qinglong Town for so many years, but he has no complaints and is still so concerned about us."

"Yes, sisters from other families are scolded at any time."

"It's a pity that the young master is so good, but he can't practice martial arts. What should I do in the future?"

"Stop talking, do things well." Xiao Tao ordered, looking at Chen Mo's back silently, and remembering the casual poem. "Count the romantic figures, look at the day of the day..." After murmured for a few words, Xiao Tao shook his head. This poem was a bold statement from the young master's heart. Unfortunately, in the great dynasty, any bold statement must match its strength, otherwise it would be a joke to others.

Just like the current situation of Young Master Chen Mo...

Chen Mo shivered, shrank his shoulders, and jogged slowly on the path. The weather was cold and the north wind was like a knife, squirting the flesh and blood inch. One word, it hurts.

It was not dawn at this time, and there were few pedestrians on the streets. Even the farmers who got up had not yet left. However, Chen Mo was not the earliest person to get up.

Qinglong Town, martial arts performance venue.

A group of 15 or 16-year-old young girls were already boxing in the square and practicing qi and blood.

The great dynasty and even the entire star realm divides the stars into purple stars, sky stars, earth stars and human stars. The earth stars belong to the star girl, human stars are the limit of every warrior who has just entered the star path.

The human star has nine revolutions of Qi and blood, three flowers on the top, big and small thunder tribulation, and dragon wind in the human world. Among them, the nine revolutions of Qi and blood are the foundation of all warriors. Cultivators practice the whole body with Qi and blood, and can circulate Qi and blood in all parts of the body. Then, they use Qi and blood to train the membrane, muscles, fibers, pores, organs, bones, meridians, and square inch. Each stage of practice is one revolution.

These young girls were thin in clothes, but they were not afraid of the cold at all. Their qi and blood were strong, like a burning flame. Even from far away, they felt burning towards each other. They emitted a domineering blood from the inside to the outside. At first glance, they were like warriors who refine the qi and blood into their organs. The bone marrow was like a level 6 and 7 of Qi and Blood.

The fist is like a cannon, making the air crackle.

The girl was even more outstanding in this group of young girls. She was wearing a blue dress and black-silky snake plate. She was slim and had a soft and gentle look, and her eyes were as cold as the cold winter. Compared with other warriors whose qi and blood were turned, the girl's boxing technique was lighter and more ethereal, with a kind of floating and agile beauty.

Seeing this girl, Chen Mo frowned.

The girl's name is Qingwan, the daughter of the Qing family in Qinglong Town. Unlike the Chen family, the Qing family has been deeply rooted in Qinglong Town for a hundred years and can be said to be a local snake. When she came to Qinglong Town, Chen Mo had a little friction with her, so she didn't want to see each other.

"Chen Mo, are you not at home and have a good rest, and you ran out again and are embarrassed?"

Qingwan stopped to punch and saw the cold light flashing in Chen Mo's eyes as he ran away.

When the others saw Chen Mo running over, they stopped practicing boxing and sarcastic skills. When they saw Qingwan laughing at him, they immediately attached the girl's words to him and said sarcastically.

"Mr. Chen Mo, I see that you are trembling all over with cold. Is it too cold?"

"I didn't expect that I would keep exercising today, and I bet you won't come out."

"Yes, although it is destined to be a waste, I still work hard."

"You dare to say that the son of Chang'an Jun is a useless person. Are you not afraid that Chang'an Jun will destroy your nine clans? Big Tiger, haha."

"I'm just telling the truth."

These young girls had long been very clear about Chen Mo's habits. These people were disciples of local aristocratic families and were hugged together. Chen Mo was just an outsider, but when he came to Qinglong Town, all the elders and warriors in the town were humble to him, which made them very dissatisfied. However, these kids only dared to rely on their verbal words and seek some advantages on weekdays. Even if they knew that Chen Mo could not even turn his qi and blood, they would not dare to do it easily.

The reason is too simple.

They can't afford to offend Chen Mo's background.

Chen Mo's father was the famous Chang'an lord of the Great Dynasty. In addition to the royal family, there are three levels of "jun, duke, and wait". Those who give "jun" are a person who is very meritorious and polite in the priests. The capital of the Dazhong Dynasty was Chang'an, and Chen Mo's father gave the title of Chang'an lord, which was the head of the capital, which shows that his power was overwhelming.

Chen Mo's father has three sons and one daughter. Chen Mo is the youngest. When he was young, his mother ran away and disappeared. However, when Chen Mo reached the age of practicing martial arts, he was unable to move his qi and blood, temper his muscles and bones, and was finally concluded that he could not practice martial arts. It would be fine if he was a girl. Everyone knows that in the astral world, it doesn't matter whether a girl can give birth to a star name.

But Chen Mo, who is a man, is a bolt from the blue.

So even Chang'an Jun's son was sent to Qinglong Town as an ordinary person.

Qinglong Town is a small town in Chuanzhou. It is as prosperous as the Changluo, the center of Jinchuanzhou, and the military fortress. Qinglong Town is at best praised by some poets for its beautiful mountains and rivers, outstanding people and beautiful land. It also has a famous Qinglong Mountain. Anyone with discerning eyes can see that Chen Mo stayed in Qinglong Town just to live in the old age until he died.

Another word that aristocratic families like to use on Chen Mo.

Two rough words.

Abandoned son.

It is natural to think about it. The dignified Chang'an Jun and the emperor of the Dazhong Dynasty invited the man to drink in the palace every day. None of his children were outstanding in martial arts? Only Chen Mo was unable to practice martial arts and became a laughing stock. If it were someone else, he would have been thrown into the mountains to feed the wolf.

Chen Mo didn't care about these little kids, and he was joking. His mentality was still an adult, and after the storm and waves, he was even more calm in his heart.

However, seeing these little kids practicing with great power and blood surging every time they swung their fists, Chen Mo still felt very unfair. It was really depressed to think that he was a seven-foot man, and he could not teach these ridicule lessons with his own hands.

Without saying a word, Chen Mo buried his head in a long journey. He believed that one day, if you continue to exercise like this, you can activate your qi and blood.

Seeing Chen Mo ignored it, the few people who laughed at him found it boring.

"Just be his eldest master, thinking about messy ways to exercise every day. Do you really think this is OK?"

"Even Chang'an Jun is determined that he cannot practice martial arts. What else is he fantasizing about?"

"Just an abandoned child."

There was no panic, fear, anxiety and anger on Chen Mo's face that made these arrogant warriors who were usually domineering were very unhappy. Bullying can be compared with the emperor's son, which is obviously a very pleasant thing, but why can't you feel happy?

Too unhappy.

"You should exercise quickly. Three months later, the 'Shenwu Jue' will begin. Then there will be a provincial examination, a council examination, and a palace examination. This is a good opportunity for you to make a name for yourself and make a name for yourself. Don't slack off." The middle-aged man who taught martial arts shouted.

As soon as they heard the Divine Martial Arts, these young girls immediately became serious and serious, practicing boxing techniques, and even more so.

Chen Mo ran along the path to the suburbs and finally stopped in a snow-capped forest. Chen Mo then stood up and started boxing in a good manner.

In fact, Chen Mo has practiced Tai Chi and Bagua on Earth before, and I don’t know how many tricks he has in his heart. Unfortunately, he can’t practice “Qi and Blood Turnover” and is always a fancy way.

After practicing for a while, Chen Mo still felt that he had no strength on his body. He walked up the river embankment and looked into the distance. The river crossed in front of him, and it was vast and magnificent, which made Chen Mo feel much more peaceful at once.

"When a person has given great responsibilities, he must first suffer his mind and mind, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body, and lose his body, and act and disturb his actions. Therefore, he will be moved and endure his nature and will be able to do what he cannot do."

Every time I recite these comforting poems, Chen Mo felt much more comfortable.

Suddenly, a beautiful voice that seemed to be a laugh came from above the head.

"If a person has given great responsibilities, he must first suffer his mind and mind, and his muscles and bones... I didn't expect that you are not young, but you have this kind of understanding. It's good, good. It can be taught."

Chen Mo's heart jumped and looked back. On a snow bamboo, a girl was standing on a soft bamboo strip. Her white robe was like snow, her long hair was as light as feathers. Standing on the bamboo strip that even a bird could not hold the weight was so easy and freehand.

"I can teach you, I'm just an abandoned son." Chen Mo said mockingly.

"Abandoned son?" The girl curled up the disdain at the corner of her mouth. "Sister's son, will my Chen Qingzhi's nephew be a waste?"

Chen Qingzhi?!

Auntie?
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