The Return of the Martial Ancestor of Martial Arts

"puff!"

Lin Xiao, whose body was shaking more and more violently, opened his mouth, and a large mouthful of black blood spurted out. The abnormal flush on his face slowly dissipated, and what appeared instead was a healthy rosiness.

"Brother Xiao, what's wrong with you? Brother Xiao, don't scare me!"

Liu Yan, who was stunned by the strange change in front of her, turned pale, subconsciously rushed forward, and tightly grasped her husband's wrist.

"Ayan, I'm fine."

Lin Xiao first patted his wife's palm with his backhand, then closed his eyes slightly and felt the injuries in his body for a moment. He could clearly feel that the permanent trauma that Lin Langtian had caused him in the past few days had already recovered in an instant. Eighty-eight.

"My injuries..."

Lin Xiao first glanced at the celadon bowl on the table. He reacted very quickly and immediately looked at his wife: "Ayan, what kind of medicine did you give me just now?"

"It's just a liquid made from an ordinary first-grade elixir. What's wrong, Brother Xiao?" Liu Yan, who still had a hint of shock on her delicate face, looked at her husband blankly.

"It's okay, it's okay, my injury is healed, haha, my injury is healed, hahaha..."

Lin Xiao hugged his wife tightly and laughed wildly.

He thought he would remain so decadent for the rest of his life, but who knew that on the second day after he came back, he had already recovered from all his injuries. God bless him, Lin Xiao! God bless Lin Xiao and his family! !

"Brother Xiao's injury is healed? Is this, is this true?"

Liu Yan, who was hugged tightly by Lin Xiao, instantly burst into tears of joy. God knows how she got through these days and how much pressure she endured.

Lin Dong smiled slightly as he looked at the scene in front of him, and subconsciously clenched Qingtan's little hand. My Lin Dong's father can only be decadent for a day. Fight hard, father!

"Dong'er, starting from tomorrow, my father will start teaching you how to practice. At the age of eight, it's time for you to embark on the journey of self-cultivation."

Lin Xiao, whose face was glowing red, suddenly looked at his only son. The confidence that had disappeared without a trace since the defeat finally returned to him again.

"Yes, father."

Lin Dong suppressed the joy in his heart and replied respectfully.

In the original work, he started practicing at the age of thirteen and a half. He practiced for about half a year and only entered the second level of body tempering at the age of fourteen. Now he can finally start practicing in advance.

The so-called "one step is fast, every step is fast" is nothing better than this.

...

Night fell.

In the room of Lin Xiao and his wife, the couple were preparing to rest.

"Brother Xiao, actually the bowl of medicine today was not simple. Dong'er seemed to have added something to the bowl when delivering the medicine. Perhaps that was the key to recovering from your injury, Brother Xiao."

Liu Yan hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell her what she saw during the day.

Lin Xiao's movement of taking off his clothes suddenly stopped, and then he said softly: "Just pretend this never happened. It's a big deal. It's normal to have some secrets of your own."

There was a slight silence, and a soft female voice came from the darkness: "Okay, Brother Xiao."

In a room not far from Lin Xiao and his wife, a young man with a somewhat green face was wrapped in a quilt and fell into a deep sleep. Suddenly, a drop of light began to bloom from the young man's chest. It was the ancestral stone that Lin Dong had retrieved during the day.

The light emitted by the ancestral stone became more and more dazzling, dragging Lin Dong's consciousness into a mysterious place.

"Buzz~"

The void squirmed slightly, and an illusory light and shadow slowly emerged from the slightly dim space.

"Am I not sleeping? Well, no, this is the stone rune space?"

Lin Dong looked down at his slightly unreal body and reacted quickly.

"It's just that I haven't started practicing yet. I'm not even at the first level of body tempering, let alone martial arts. I can't deduce and perfect martial arts. Why should I come in? By the way, I have..."

After Lin Dong looked at this mysterious space boredly for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately began to carefully search the surrounding environment. It seemed that he did not intend to miss any blind spots.

Once, twice, three times...

Finally, while exploring this mysterious space for the seventh time, Lin Dong finally discovered something unusual.

"What? Come out!"

Lin Dong's palm was suddenly thrust into a dark place, and a black mouse about the size of a palm suddenly appeared in his palm.

"Is there something wrong with you, kid? You said it was not good for you to do something at a young age. You had to stare at a hairless space seven times. Are you a fool? I am amusing you, Mr. Diao. Woolen cloth?"

As soon as the completely black rat appeared, it started to curse at Lin Dong.

Although Lin Dong was already prepared, he still pretended to be very surprised and said in surprise: "Rat?"

"Fart, you are the mouse, your whole family is a mouse!"

The black mouse's eyes instantly widened, glaring at Lin Dong with full anger.

"Hey, a talking mouse?"

Lin Dong's eyes were full of smiles as he continued to tease his future "second brother".

"Let me tell you again, Master Diao, I am not a mouse, Master Diao, I am the Heavenly Demon Marten! Do you understand the Heavenly Demon Marten?!!!"

The black rat roared sharply and kept trying to struggle, but it seemed to be very weak, so no matter how hard it tried, it could never escape from Lin Dong's palm.

"Oh, a talking rat with a name."

Lin Dong suddenly realized what he was saying and slapped his head suddenly.

"..."

The body of the black rat that was still struggling a second ago trembled, and it was helpless. It instantly collapsed in Lin Dong's palm and murmured in a daze: "Boy, you are cruel, Lord Diao, why don't you accept it?" ....."

"Okay, okay, I'm teasing you, get up quickly. I know that the Sky Demon Marten is one of the four overlord clans in the Demon Realm. Are you really from the Sky Demon Marten clan?"

Seeing the Sky Demon Marten giving up all resistance, Lin Dong still couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, you country bumpkin still knows about the four overlords of the Demon Realm?"

The Sky Demon Marten, which was paralyzed in Lin Dong's palm, immediately stood up and looked at Lin Dong with surprise. He suddenly felt a sense of recognition. He was so excited.

"Well, I saw it in an ancient book in the clan."

Lin Dong nodded slightly, then narrowed his eyes: "But what do you say, bumpkin?"

"Ahem, you must have heard wrong, little brother. By the way, let me introduce myself. My name is A Diao. Of course, I don't mind if you call me Diao."

Tian Yao Diao's bright and dark eyes rolled around, he expertly changed the topic, and began to draw in the relationship in a skillful manner.

"Well, then your name will be Lin Diao from now on. I will call you Xiao Diao. From now on, you will be my second brother. I, Lin Dong, will protect you." Lin Dong nodded slowly.

"Why should I be the second brother? Damn, no, who wants to talk about brothers with you? You are not allowed to call me second brother!"

The Sky Demon Marten shook its head wildly and refused.

To think that he, a strong man at the peak of the Death Mysterious Realm, the young patriarch of the Demonic Diao Clan, the four overlords of the Demon Realm, would be brothers with a country boy with no cultivation at all, how could he, Diao Ye, lose face?

"Okay, second brother."

A perfunctory voice floated into Sky Demon Diao’s ears.

Little Mink: "..."