There were hundreds of thousands of tall mountains in the southwest of the Celestial Empire. The mountains were beautiful and green all year round. In today's world, where even a single stone would be labeled as a strange stone and made into a tourist article, this place was still unfrequented and undisturbed. It was really rare.
In one of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there was a small village that had lived for generations. There were more than a hundred families and hundreds of villagers in the village. He lived a quiet life isolated from the world. He worked at sunrise and rested at moonrise. He was self-sufficient and rarely interacted with the outside world. There was only a long and bumpy path that led directly to the outside of the mountain. Every month or so, the village chief would assign more than twenty young and strong young men to pick up the charcoal that the villagers had burned themselves and sell them. Then, they would buy some things that the villagers needed to live.
Time was unknown in the mountains. This tranquil and unworldly life had lasted for hundreds of years. Oh, no, perhaps thousands of years. This year, Le Yitian turned fifteen.
Le Yitian was the only outsider in this small village. There were originally two of them, him and his grandfather. However, three years ago, his grandfather, who had superb medical skills, failed to save himself after saving countless people. He died of illness, so the only person left in the village was Le Yitian.
Ever since Le Yitian was sensible at the age of three, he had been exposed to the vast and profound culture of China. At the age of three, he learned to sing the Three-Character Classic, at the age of four, he read the Analects of Confucius and the various schools of thought, at the age of five, he learned the way of Go, at the age of six, he painted with ink, at the age of seven, he played the zither, played the flute and played the flute. As for his grandfather's medical skills, they were an indispensable part of Le Yitian's daily life. With his talent, Le Yitian was able to get a thorough understanding of the situation at the age of ten.
Since he was three years old, Le Yitian had never known what leisure was. He was busier than the adults in the village every day. When he was ten years old, his grandfather called Le Yitian to his side and solemnly handed him a scripture wrapped in yellow silk. On the page, there were four big words written in a flamboyant manner, the Ten Thousand Forms Heaven-Destroying Technique, which made Le Yitian read it for a long time.
From that day on, Le Yitian had another task to do every day-practice! The Ten Thousand Forms Heaven-Destroying Technique was called a scripture, but it was actually not a scripture. It was nine human portraits, nine human portraits that were drawn messily by red arrows. However, Le Yitian didn't dare to show his contempt when he saw his grandfather's serious and respectful expression.
Under the guidance of his grandfather, Le Yitian began to cultivate the first portrait. The first portrait was the simplest with the least arrowheads, but it was also the most difficult. His grandfather had told him that those arrowheads represented the so-called true energy, and the routes drawn by the arrowheads showed the routes of true energy circulation. Only when the true energy circulated smoothly according to the arrows could it be considered successful.
In order to experience the genuine Qi that his grandfather had mentioned, Le Yitian would climb a tall mountain around the village every day before dawn. He would face the direction of the rising sun and inhale and exhale desperately, carefully experiencing the feeling of genuine Qi flowing in his body that his grandfather had described. After more than a month, Le Yitian could barely feel a tiny bit of heat in his body. He hurriedly operated it according to the human portrait. This first time, Le Yitian spent a whole morning to calculate…
The operation was completed. However, he did not feel tired after an entire morning. On the contrary, he felt as light as a swallow, comfortable and energetic! She had actually fallen in love with this feeling of cultivation and never urged her grandfather to do so again.
A year later, when Le Yitian was eleven years old, his first portrait was successfully completed and his grandfather burned it down. The Genuine Qi in Le Yitian's body was already as thick as a pinky finger. As long as Le Yitian willed it, the Genuine Qi as thick as a pinky finger would automatically follow the route indicated by the arrow in the first portrait. After completing the first portrait, Le Yitian's body had become stronger and his strength had also increased. He walked like a fly and wielded his axe like a feather, making some of the young and strong men in the village feel ashamed of their inferiority.
As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning. With the accumulation of the first portrait, it only took Le Yitian half a year to burn the second portrait. In the past half a year, Le Yitian's appearance was not very obvious. What changed greatly was his mind. He was already considered a talented and intelligent person. After this, he was like a stone Buddha who had been enlightened. Many questions that he could not understand in the past suddenly became clear. It was as if everything was supposed to be like that. Everything seemed so natural.
In the past half a year, there were two things that his grandfather did the most. One was to nod and praise Le Yitian with his beard, and the other was to cough non-stop…
On Le Yitian's twelfth birthday, he failed to master the third portrait, but his grandfather passed away. His grandfather passed away peacefully. Other than coughing loudly from time to time, he had been watching Le Yitian quietly. His clear eyes occasionally emitted a strange light. There was hope in his gratification, and there was reluctance in his anticipation.
In the blink of an eye, three years had passed, and Le Yitian had grown to fifteen years old. It was definitely not a compliment to say that he was well-read. The zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting were even more amazing. Le Yitian had personally burned the third portrait of the Heaven-Destroying Ten Thousand Forms Technique on his grandfather's grave two years ago. After two years of hard work, Le Yitian instinctively felt that the day of success was not far away.
As his practice of the Heaven-Destroying Ten Thousand Forms Technique deepened, Le Yitian realized its preciousness. Le Yitian didn't know if he was still a normal person. If people could accept that a normal person could chop down a towering tree with a casual lift of his hand, jump more than ten meters with a stomp of his foot, and fly hundreds of meters with a light tap of his toes, then Le Yitian would be a normal person.
Under the influence of thousands of years of Chinese civilization, Le Yitian was deeply influenced by the idea of keeping a low profile. So far, even Le Yitian's friends didn't know that Le Yitian had such incredible abilities, let alone the other villagers. He still repeated the days when his grandfather was still alive. That kind of fulfilling and full life state, other than occasionally seeing and treating the villagers who occasionally contracted sores, he spent most of his time studying medicine, drawing, chess, zither, or absorbing the sun and setting sun. Occasionally, when he was excited, he would pick up his fishing rod and catch a few grass carps. When he came back, he would cook them carefully and have a delicious meal.
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