sun devour

Chapter 1

At the foot of Yunding Mountain, in a small village, in a side room in the yard of Yu’s family, a baby boy fell to the ground under the shroud of five-color light, but the strange thing is that this five-color flower could not enter the baby boy’s body , could only hover over the boy's head, and after a long time, it slowly dissipated into the world.

"His father, what's going on here?" A beautiful woman was lying on a big wooden bed, her chest was heaving and falling, her whole body was covered in sweat, and even the quilt under her body was wet. She also looked very pale, but her pupils revealed a look of surprise.

A 1.8-meter tall man with a square face stood beside the bed, arched his body, and held the baby boy in both hands. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes looked a little dull. After a long time, he slowly said, "I don't know."

"Isn't this a bad thing?" Hearing the uncertain words, the beautiful woman immediately looked a little nervous, and looked worriedly at the baby boy in the strong man's hand.

"Sister Yun, don't move around, be careful of your body." After a while of comfort from the strong man, the beautiful woman lay down again, but there was no shortage of worry in her eyes.

"Sister Yun, don't worry too much, I'll go find my father."

After another burst of appeasement, the strong man went out with the baby boy in his arms.

Outside the door, a white-haired old man frowned slightly, with his hands behind his back, pacing up and down in a hurry. When he saw the strong man coming out, he rushed over quickly.

"How is it? How is it? Is it a man or a woman?" The old voice was trembling, and it seemed that the speaker was not calm.

"It's a man." Seeing the hurried appearance of the old man, the strong man was a little surprised, he sank his mind, and then said.

"Hoo... Thank God, it's a boy." The old man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that it was a boy, and he let go of his heart completely. His old face was also covered with a layer of red light.

"It's just..." The strong man seemed a little hesitant.

"Just what?" The old man frowned, and suddenly became nervous again.

"Father, did you see that burst of light just now?"

"Exactly, I was just going to ask you, what's going on?"

"When this kid came out, he carried a strange flower with five petals and five colors." The strong man stared at the baby in his hand, his eyes were completely blank.

"What's going on here? Why is there a vision, five-colored flowers, what exactly does this represent?" The old man gestured slightly, took the baby boy from the strong man's hand, stared blankly, his forehead and eyebrows were slightly frowned, But I can't see anything.

"Wow!" The baby boy opened his mouth and cried hard, waking up the old man who was in deep thought.

Three years later, the old man checked Yu Xiaojie's physique, slapped his hands for a while, and his wrinkled face slowly relaxed. Finally, the old man put his hand on Yu Xiaojie's meridians, and after a while, his face was full of astonishment , the more you turn, the darker your face becomes, the more you turn your face, the darker it becomes.

"It's so strange...with no roots and no vines, there is a physique without meridians and dantian, so how can I cultivate?" The old man's eyes are full of confusion, and his expression is extremely lonely.

This child gave him too many surprises. He was born with a vision. He was surrounded by spiritual mist since he was a child, and his physique was also different from ordinary people. But at this time, he had the illusion of a thunderbolt from the blue sky, as if a peerless powerhouse had been abolished. Spiritual power, degenerated into ordinary people.

If one wants to become a strong person in this world, the first thing one must go through is forging the scriptures, guiding the spiritual power existing in the outside world to nourish and strengthen the meridians.

Chongmai, when the meridians have reached a certain degree of toughness, spiritual power can be directly introduced into the meridians, and the blocked meridians can be impacted. For those who have reached the level of Chongmai, the meridians in the body can already store spiritual power, and only at the stage of Chongmai can they be called For the spirit.

The last step is to gather pills. When the meridians of the whole body are opened up, spiritual power can be introduced into the gathered dantian, and the circulation of spiritual power in the body can be completed. This kind of strong person is called a great spiritual person.

This is a world where the strong are respected. If there is no meridian in the body and the dantian cannot cultivate spiritual power, and if there is no force, then what is there to stand on?
"Grandpa, tell me quickly, what's the matter?" Seeing the old man not speaking for a long time, Yu Xiaojie's childish face looked a little anxious, shaking the old man's arm, a pair of deep and dark star eyes flickered, and his pupils were full of tears. It's looking forward to.

"Child, you may not be able to cultivate spiritual power..." The old man trembled a little, exhaled a long breath, looked a little lonely and lifeless, his cloudy eyes were faintly red, and his tone was filled with incomparable desolation and sadness.

"Is God really refusing to give me a chance?" The old man raised his head slightly, looking up at the sky, preventing the boy from seeing the tears in his eyes, but lamenting in his heart.

The old man Yu Huarong is a descendant of the inner family of Yu's family in a big city in China. Due to some reasons, he was expelled from the family. The only wish of the old man in this world is to return to his family one day.

"Why?! Grandpa, why can't I cultivate? Didn't you always say that I must be the most suitable for cultivating spiritual power?" Yu Xiaojie was a little panicked, pulling Yu Huarong's sleeve, and kept asking.

"Son, you can't cultivate without meridian dantian, and you don't have it in your body."

This news directly announced Yu Xiaojie's fate. If he can't cultivate spiritual power, he can only be a weak person. Gradually dimming down, he shook his nose somewhat disappointingly.

"As a man of my Yu family, have you forgotten what the first criterion is?! You must have an absolutely firm heart, and a man will never cry!" Seeing Yu Xiaojie's dejected appearance of bowing his head and crying, the old man was ruthless, Putting away all emotions, his expression changed, and his expression changed, and he reprimanded loudly.

"Cultivating spiritual power may not be the only way out in this world. If you want to become a strong person, you have to explore by yourself and find a path that suits you!" It's a lie, because it has never been reported in this world that there is no meridian dantian.

"Then how can I become stronger?" Yu Xiaojie raised his head to look at Yu Huarong with red eyes, and there was a little hope in his eyes.

"For example, body training, long-term physical training, may also be a way out." The old man told his second lie. There are not people in this world who have too weak meridians to carry out pulse pulses, but exercisers can never have pulse pulses. The power of a strong person means that it is impossible to become a strong person.

"Child, you must always understand, the strong! It's about sticking to your own path!"

"Perseverance, a determination that will never waver." Yu Xiaojie lowered his head and muttered silently in his heart. His small face was full of seriousness.

Time is like the sand between your fingers. If you don’t pay attention, it will flow away. In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and Yu Xiaojie is 13 years old. When he was four years old, his mother added a younger brother for him. The younger brother did not disappoint his grandfather again, he has an excellent cultivation physique, and the smile returned to the old man's face. The old man reckoned that with the toughness of his meridians, he could start drawing spiritual power into the body at the age of six, and enter the pulse-pulsing link. Embark on the real path of cultivation.

13-year-old Yu Xiaojie, his small face is full of tenacity, his eyes are full of firm light, his whole body is bronze-colored, and he is about 1.7 meters tall. At this moment, he is standing on the martial arts field in the village, with a A stone mill weighing a hundred catties opened his steps and turned into a horse stance, his breath settled. He grabbed the ears on both sides of the stone mill with both hands, and lifted it up with a "huh".

"Eighty, 81... 110, three... two hundred..." The children next to him were counting the number of times for him. Yu Xiaojie, the king of strength, everyone in the village knows that although he can't cultivate spiritual power, he doesn't know What's going on, relying on body forging, he has the endurance and brute force that surpasses the average pulse-spiriter.

"One thousand one hundred and twenty... one thousand two..."

"Wow... Brother Xiaojie is getting stronger again. Now he can lift a hundred catties of stone and grind it [-] times. I can't do it a hundred times." Looking at Yu Xiaojie, admiration shone in pairs of tender eyes.

"Hmph! It's just a bull." Aside, a teenager who looked like fourteen or five years old taunted him, as if he seemed very disdainful of Xiaojie's actions.

"A trash who can't cultivate spiritual power, what is there to worship, as long as he can cultivate spiritual power, you will all surpass him in the future."

Hearing this, a cold look flashed across Yu Xiaojie's pupils, he put down the stone mill in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head to look at the boy, his starry eyes shone brightly, and walked towards the boy go.

"What do you want to do? Are you still not convinced?" The young man looked at Yu Xiaojie who was approaching constantly, his expression was still so proud, and his tone was full of disdain.

"What did you just say?" Standing in front of him, Yu Xiaojie asked in a deep voice with a flat expression and no ups and downs.

"Am I so difficult to say wrong? A person who can't cultivate spiritual power, isn't this a waste?" The young man still said, not afraid of Yu Xiaojie in front of him at all, but there was a little jealousy in his tone.

Originally, he should be the most eye-catching among the people of the same age in the village, but there was a monster Yu Xiaojie, who was born with supernatural powers since childhood, and his endurance was comparable to that of a bison.

"Trash?" Yu Xiaojie focused his eyes, stomped the sole of his foot on the ground, raised his figure, and punched the boy's face with his fist raised.

"boom!"

The young man stretched out his hands in a panic, and even blocked Yu Xiaojie's punch, but he was thrown back several steps, his palms were red, his hands were a little numb, his expression was not as natural as before, and his voice was a bit sharp Shouted: "You trash dare to fight with me!"

Faintly, the young man seemed to gather a little momentum, his face was a little ferocious, and he rushed towards Yu Xiaojie like a beast.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The young man pumped out a little spiritual power from his body and charged forward, but Yu Xiaojie was not afraid at all, he swung his fist and punched him a few times, there was a muffled sound, the two of them backed away, their arms were mostly Some jitters.

"This trash is getting worse. Now that I'm a first-level spirit, his brute force is no less than mine. What a freak..." The young man twitched his lips unnaturally, looking at Yu Xiaojie Something strange.

"Hmph!" Yu Xiaojie shook his arm lightly, and rushed towards the boy again.

"Bang bang!" After a few more punches, the boy's face turned pale immediately. He is only a first-level spirit man. How could the little spiritual power in his body's meridians be able to withstand Yu Xiaojie's endurance, which was comparable to that of a bison? After some violent bombardment, he finally exhausted himself, punched Yu Xiaojie in the chest, and flew out.

"Who told you that I'm a waste?" Yu Xiaojie walked in with a stride, his eyes were full of coldness, he looked down at the young man, and asked coldly.

"My parents have said that if you can't cultivate spiritual power, you can't become a real strong man. Even if you have brute force now, what's the use of it? You can't stop the attack with spiritual power at all." Looking at the sore chest from the bombardment, his face was a little panicked, but he still shouted.

"Hmph!" Yu Xiaojie lifted him up, threw him out again, and said in a deep voice, "Cultivating spiritual power is by no means the only way out, I can find a second way!"

"I will definitely become a real strong man!" A sonorous voice sounded.

Yu Xiaojie casually grabbed a stone mill next to him with one hand, slammed it hard, the stone mill fell into the ground a foot, turned his head and walked away brazenly, leaving a strong back view of all the young people in the martial arts field.

"He has always been so strong, no one can bully him!"

"That's right, my father said that his brute strength is already comparable to a first-level pulse-pulsing spirit. He can twist and twist a hundred-jin stone mill, which is really scary." After Yu Xiaojie left, the teenagers on the field They talked a lot.

(End of this chapter)