Long Ao didn't teach him any martial arts. Instead, he took out all the secret books at home and gave them to him. He explained the principles of various martial arts and wanted him to find a suitable martial art by himself. However, Long Xiaotian didn't want to learn anything. He just wanted to understand those martial arts. He felt that those martial arts were not good, so he didn't learn them. He cultivated his own body refining method every day. Long Ao also knew that he could not force this matter. He only hoped that he could create a new cultivation technique that was suitable for him, just like Zhan Tianjue that he had comprehended.
" Father, I'm going to practice." Long Tian's voice interrupted Long Ao's memories. Long Ao came back to his senses and looked at his ten-year-old son. He felt very gratified. He saw determination on his son's tender face, and there was also a trace of Feng 'er. You can go." Long Ao sighed as he watched Long Tian leave. Other children grew up with their mothers and could feel the great motherly love, but he could only address a portrait as his mother.
This village was not big to begin with. It was formed after the ancestors lived in these lands and saved the injured hunters at the foot of Shiwan Mountain. Up until now, there were only about ten families in this small village. Most of them were taught to read by the Long family. When Long Ao was young, he taught the hunters in the village to pick herbs and read, so the villagers were very respectful to the Long family. It had been almost four years since Long Ao left until he returned to the village. At first, the villagers could not believe it when they saw him. This was the young and heroic Long Ao. However, seeing that he was taking care of a child and that his health was not good, everyone rushed to help him clean up the Long Family's small courtyard and even sent a lot of wild animals over.
Coincidentally, the villager Ah Da's wife had also given birth to a daughter who was only two months old. Therefore, Ah Da's wife had been feeding Xiao Longtian for most of the time until she was about two years old.
After Long Ao returned to the village, his injuries had not healed. He was only slightly stronger than ordinary people, and he also suffered from the blockage of his qi and blood, but he never showed it. He planted herbs at home all day long and asked the hunters to pick some herbs for him when they were hunting. He also did his best to treat the villagers who were unwell. He taught the children in the village to read, learn, and sometimes teach them some self-defense skills. In the blink of an eye, more than nine years had passed. Long Tian was already more than ten years old. Originally, Xiao Lin did not want Long Tian to practice martial arts, but it seemed that he was born for this, so she could only let him be.
Long Tian arrived at the edge of the deep pool under the cloth and stood on a large rock. He took off all his clothes and revealed his bronze body. Although he was not very tall, he stood there and looked at the flowing water. His aura soared into the sky as if it was making the flowing water pour back. His entire body was not very muscular, but it gave off a feeling of power, as if there was endless power flowing under that layer of skin.
He jumped lightly and changed several postures in the air. He had already quietly entered the pool. There wasn't a small splash on the surface of the water. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the big rock directly below the cloth. He stood behind the water and picked up a bag from the water. He carried it on his back and then stood under the water. He let the water flow hit his whole body. It was hard to imagine that such a big child could still stay under the water. It didn't seem difficult at all. After two hours, his little face was already red, but he still persisted. After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he was washed down by the current. It had been more than a month, and he seemed to have reached a bottleneck. Could it be that he really could not break through?
Little Longtian thought quietly in the water. What was the problem? Perhaps I need a chance and wait for an opportunity. Thinking of this, his heart calmed down. In the water, he felt much more relaxed after removing the jacket on his body. He had been placed in a large bucket by his father to be boiled with medicinal water since he was young. He was often immersed in the medicinal water and only came out to take a breath after a long time. Gradually, he realized that he did not need to come out to breathe in the water, nor did he feel stuffy. All his pores were open, and he could get air from them. Finally, when he read those martial arts manuals, he realized that he had unknowingly entered the Embryonic Breathing realm.
In other words, the Connate Realm. This was a realm that every martial artist dreamed of. Only by entering the Connate Realm could one become an Earth Realm martial artist. This was a true expert. But I am still far from that realm. This is not only in terms of power, but also in terms of technique, actual combat experience, and knowledge. Lying quietly in the water and watching the fish swim happily, his heart would relax and become happy. He didn't have to think about the questions he couldn't figure out. Perhaps he would have an answer at that time. He slowly floated to the surface of the water and got on the shore to put on his clothes. He lay on the grass and completely relaxed.
Thinking of his father's teachings, only he could find the most suitable path for himself. Looking at the clouds and birds in the sky, he slowly closed his eyes and focused his attention on the world. He discovered that the world was completely different. The power that the grass was emitting was simply too powerful. If a person could also unleash that power, then would that be the power of the Saint Martial realm that was mentioned in the books?
In the distance, a tiger was hiding in the grass. When it saw the little goat in front of it, it suddenly pounced on it, grabbed the little goat with its two forelimbs, and bit it. This was another scene of the strong preying on the weak. Was this the world? If that was really the case, then he would have to possess strength that was stronger than others in order not to become food for others.。。。。。
Under the setting sun, the mountains looked so beautiful and enchanting. He thought of the manual of the Canyang Art, which was the unique martial art of Perfected Lord Canyang from more than a thousand years ago. It was also created by the setting sun. The more serious the injury, the more it could unleash its power. It was a technique that injured oneself first before hurting others. Through pain, he could stimulate his own potential. The circulation route is to go through the eight extraordinary meridians and run in the opposite direction. However, sunrise and sunset were inevitable, but he did the opposite. In the end, he could only reach the Heavenly Martial Realm with this cultivation technique. It would definitely be difficult for him to advance by 10%.
Looking at the ever-changing red sky, Huan Yunzi's Illusion Cloud Art was indeed fickle, but without the light of the setting sun, it was nothing. In the end, it would never reach the Saint Martial realm. The advancement of each realm could only be entered after one's comprehension of the world reached a certain level. It seems that I need to understand more about nature. My own understanding of the human world came from books. I still had to experience it in the real world.
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