Four Elephants

Hunyuan Continent, Dongsheng Shenzhou, Qingyun Kingdom, Lingyun Mountain.

Lingyun Mountain is a fairy mountain. Its mountains are full of clouds, towering ancient trees, flying mountains and ravines, strange peaks and rocks, and a myriad of scenes. The main peak is directly above the sky.

Dengfengling is a small hill at the foot of Lingyun Mountain, on which is the main hall of Yimen Ancestral Hall.

300 years of Yimen Cultivation Inheritance, the strength is superior to the entire Qingyun Kingdom, and even the entire Hunyuan Continent, has a great reputation.

In the early morning, the sky is twilight and the fog in the forest has not cleared. After climbing Fengling Ridge for a hundred years, the golden rooster with bright feathers and wings has just finished its fifth watch. In a small courtyard in Liushugou on the east side of Fengling Ridge, A young man with a slightly thin build has already practiced with an iron gun in his hand.

The boy's name is Yi Tian, ​​a member of Yimen. He is only 15 years old this year. He has been weak and sick since he was a child, and his qualifications are mediocre. Since he was seven years old, he has been judged by the family's trial elders as a family member who does not have the necessary training and has the most future prospects. It is to do odd jobs in the family and manage accounts.

This reality is a very cruel blow to Yi Tian, ​​who was born in a family of cultivators.

However, Yi Tian's heart is as firm as a rock. Although he knows he is mediocre, he is unwilling to be mediocre. He still studies hard every day and is determined to cultivate immortality.When others practice for one hour, he will practice for two hours. When others get up at six o'clock, he will get up at five o'clock. He believes that as long as he pays more than others, one day he will surpass others.

It's the same today, Yi Tian got up early, and practiced a whole set of Yimen marksmanship before the sky brightened.

"Heavy rain!"

With an immature shout, the thin and thin body grabbed the gun with both hands and raised it above the head. The heavy gray and black iron gun spun in the air, whistling wind, and a circle of dust. The aura seemed to be very strong.

"Hey, there is still no improvement—"

After practicing the last move of Yimen's marksmanship, "heavy rain", the young Yi Tian leaned on the ground with his iron spear, panting heavily, while thinking to himself: I don't know when it will be until I practice like this. Practice Yimen's marksmanship and emit a real rainstorm aura.

If you give me another year, it should be ok, but unfortunately, next month is the family's "Wing Test Conference" once every ten years. At that time, the family children who need to be selected for training, my own strength, I think it's a bit guilty conscience.

Thinking this way in Yi Tian's heart, he walked to the wall unconsciously, put down the iron gun, turned around and opened the door and walked out of the small courtyard.

After leaving the gate of the courtyard, a ray of light appeared in the eastern sky, and the rising red sun was sprouting up.

"The purple air is coming from the east, and the sun is shining everywhere!"

Seeing this scene, the young man was overjoyed, quickened his pace, quickly passed through the dew-wet willow layer, climbed up a small mountain along a narrow mountain road, and sat down on his knees facing the glowing light, holding his seal with his hands, Close your eyes and concentrate, and practice.

About half an hour later, the morning sun had risen to a height of Zhang Xu, and the fiery red light shone on his body. Yi Tian took a deep breath, stopped his mental cultivation, slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a foul breath, and started to walk back go.

"Father, mother, I'm back," the young man returned to the small courtyard, opened the door and shouted loudly.

"Breakfast is ready, Xiaotian, come and eat."

After the boy's voice fell, a woman in her thirties, wearing a white lotus skirt, came out of the kitchen in the small courtyard with food.

While walking, the woman was talking to Yi Tian, ​​who was Yi Tian's mother, Lin Yuhong.

"Wow, it smells so good!" When Yi Tian saw the food in the woman's hand, he rushed over like a monkey, grabbed a piece of stewed meat, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"There are no rules, no rules, let's see if your father finds out later, I won't break your bones," Lin Yuhong said reproachfully to her son, but she couldn't hide her love for him on her face.

"Okay, come and eat," the two of them laughed and walked into the main hall, sat down on the left and right sides of the table, and prepared to eat.

A man in his thirties sat at the head of the table.The man's name is Yi Banshan, and he is Yi Tian's father.

Yi Banshan frowned slightly, his complexion was gray and dark, and he looked a little dejected.When he saw his son coming in, he didn't speak, but his brows frowned even tighter, then he sighed slightly, picked up his chopsticks, and said calmly, "Eat."

Seeing his father's expression, Yi Tian's joy disappeared in a flash, and he couldn't help picking up chopsticks to eat.

Lin Yuhong couldn't stand Yi Banshan's sighing expression, and unconsciously pulled the corner of his clothes from under the table, and whispered to him: "Why are you like this again? Xiaotian has worked very hard. Next time Yue is the Wing Test Conference, you should cheer him up anyway."

"Hey." Hearing what his wife said, Yi Banshan sighed again, looked up at Yi Tian and said, "What's the use of cheering up? Anyway, there is no hope. According to me, I should study and learn calligraphy with the master in the private school." , I have already entered the accounting room, and there are many people rushing to do that job."

"How do you say that? The child likes to practice, but you don't encourage him, so why are you still talking about it?" Hearing Yi Banshan's words, Lin Yuhong became even more displeased.

"Cultivating immortals depends on aptitude and capital. They are not suitable for this business. No matter how hard you try, it's useless. You, you, know that you let him make trouble, and you end up wasting your good time for nothing. Hey——" Listen When he heard his wife's words, Yi Banshan said even more angrily.

"You," Lin Yuhong paused when she heard her husband's words, her eyes were so angry that tears welled up, "Don't you know that the Yi surname in our Liushugou has not been born in more than 100 years?" The children of the family who have successfully cultivated immortality are laughed at by the other branches of the family when they go out? Xiaotian, he works so hard, isn’t it just to save face for you? You are living a worthless life, do you want children to be like you?”

"Hey, forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't talk about it." Hearing what his wife said, Yi Banshan sighed again and said, "If you want to make trouble, I don't care anyway."

"So what do you want to care about? How many times have you taken care of Xiaotian since he was a child? How many times have you taken care of him? You are busy with family affairs outside all day long, but you know how our mother and son are at home?" What did you do? When Xiaotian was beaten by other children when he was a child, what did you do?" Lin Yuhong became more and more excited as she spoke, and she couldn't help but burst into tears, and shed the usual backlog. All the grievances were vented.

Seeing his mother crying, Yi Tian, ​​who had been eating without talking, quickly put down the bowl and chopsticks, walked to his mother, comforted his mother, and begged Yi Banshan: "Daddy, don't worry, one month, give me another month If I can't stand out at the Wing Test Conference and be selected as a key family child, I will come back to a private school and learn to write and manage accounts. Do you think it's okay? I just ask you to stop blaming your mother. okay?"

"Okay, since you said so, it's up to you," Yi Banshan nodded after hearing what his son said, comforted his wife a few words, got up and went out to work.

Here, after Yi Banshan left, Yi Tian comforted his mother, and then continued to grab his big gray and black iron gun non-stop, and practiced in the yard.

When Yi Tian practiced the gun, Lin Yuhong was in the open space next to her, watching while doing needlework.Although her son's moves were clumsy, lacking in strength, and the tricks of the iron spear were a little messy, she still gave her son approving eyes and nodded slightly in admiration to the sweaty and hard-working son from time to time.

Having received praise and approval from his mother, Yi Tian unconsciously practiced even harder.A big gray and black iron gun weighed more than twenty catties, but it was still dancing vigorously in his hand.

"Close blow!"

The young man got up from practice, shouted loudly, jumped up, the iron spear in his hand suddenly spit out a long snake, and stabbed towards a stone wall in the middle of the courtyard.

"Oh!"

There was a loud bang, and the iron gun pierced through the half-foot-thick stone wall with one blow, but the boy holding the gun and his mother who was watching were stunned on the spot together.

"This, cracking stones and breaking steel, is absolutely difficult to achieve unless you reach the level of cultivation in the late stage of tendon refining. Xiaotian, you, how did you do it?"

It took a long time for Lin Yuhong to wake up, looking at his son Yi Tian with some hesitation and asking.

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