Although the courtyard was dilapidated, it was very peaceful, with a few old trees swaying, casting shade all over the place. Beside the ancient well, the little boy poured a basin of clean water to wash away the dirt, revealing a delicate and immature face.
"Why is there a small part of the ancient art of Eucharist specializing in major secret realms missing?" Ye Fan asked.
Hearing this, the little boy ran over and listened to the conversation between his grandfather and Ye Fan, without bothering to wipe off the water on his face. The yellow dog sticks out its tongue, wags its tail, and follows him around with a fawning look.
Under an old peach tree, Ye Fan and Yang Yunteng were sitting on the bluestone, talking about the ancient method. The old man Yang Yunteng was surprised and said: "This secret method has been passed down from generation to generation. Could it be that part of it was lost along the way?"
The years are too long to be detected. The most precious ancient art in their hearts was missing, and both grandparents and grandchildren were very nervous and anxious. Because, the ancestors said, this is the orthodoxy of the Eucharist, which cannot be lost. Only by practicing this method can one day achieve the Dzogchen, the real Dacheng.
"It's okay, I'll make it up for you." Ye Fan radiated a ray of consciousness, and engraved this earth-shattering ancient technique in their hearts.
Ye Fan stayed here and taught Yang Xi for a few days. This child is very talented, coupled with his hard work, his performance is extremely amazing.
The spiritual energy of the world here is dry, which is not a problem for Ye Fan at all. He spreads a small piece of Yuantian pattern to gather the energy of the ten directions.
In fact, he could directly take out pieces of divine origin and make this place a paradise, but he didn't want to expose the little boy to such a cultivation environment from the very beginning.
"Calm down, open up the sea of bitterness." Under the ancient tree, Ye Fan looked serious, urging Yang Xi to concentrate all his energy, open up his own sea of bitterness, and release the shackles.
Ye Fan helped him activate his blood vessels, revived the dormant golden holy blood, and then stood aside. Two hours later, the unshakable sea of bitterness suddenly became radiant, as if it had melted, and a little bit of golden glow appeared.
"Ah... I have received spiritual energy, and I can practice now!" The little Po Boy was shocked, opened his eyes, and jumped up with incomparable excitement.
Seeing Ye Fan's stare, Yang Xi quickly sat down and said, "Master, I was wrong, I was just too excited. The last few generations of my family can't pass this hurdle."
Ye Fan nodded, and didn't blame him. The recent generations of the declining Saint Body clan can't even open up the sea of suffering, so the mood at this time is understandable.
Old man Yang Yunteng was carrying water by the well to irrigate the vegetable bed. At this time, he was genuinely happy, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be reduced.
This ancient star is even more severe than Beidou, and it is so suppressed that the Eucharist can't even pass the level of the sea of suffering, which is really helpless.
Next, the little Po Boy became more serious and practiced the "Tao Jing", which is an ancient and complicated scripture, and it can be called the best in the ancient scriptures of Lunhai.
Several of Ye Fan's disciples, from Ye Tong to Xiao Song, to Hua Hua, have dabbled. Ye Fan asked them to study carefully, which may affect their lives. Now that he meets a little poor child, he still uses the scriptures to build his foundation.
Ye Fan created scriptures, but now he himself has not reached Dzogchen, so he has not given them out easily, and at the same time, he does not want his disciples to copy his own way.
The little boy didn't know the "Tao Jing", but the old man Yang Yunteng had heard it, and his heart was shocked. Using this sutra as a reference, the foundation is too deep and firm.
Yang Xi closed his eyes, although immature, but sitting cross-legged like a rock, motionless, with firm belief, he devoted himself into it with all his heart.
Opening up a sea of bitterness cannot be accomplished overnight. Just now, the dormant golden blood in his body boiled briefly, but now it has calmed down.
Ye Fan nodded, and that was it. He led the little boy on the road of practice, and there was a little light the size of a grain of rice in his sea of suffering, which needs to be continuously explored.
"Come out, little boy!" A child shouted in the alley.
"The waste holy body came out, the ancestor is the strongest, and the person with the blood of the heavens flowing in his body is here to suppress you." Some children were booing.
Yang Xi opened his eyes, and there was anger on his immature face, but after glancing at Ye Fan, he quickly calmed down again, not listening or listening, and practicing with his heart to eliminate interference.
Ye Fan nodded. It was not easy for a six or seven-year-old child to calm down so quickly and let the aggrieved and anger subside in his heart.
"The person who kills the Eucharist has arrived, and the blood of the heavens has swept away everything. Come out, little boy, and see how powerful the blood of the person who defeated your ancestors is." A group of children shouted.
Yang Yunteng sighed and shook his head, feeling very helpless.
Yang Xi was very quiet, without saying a word, sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, grasping every minute of his cultivation, cherishing this hard-won opportunity very much.
After a long time, there were still children outside who were still shouting, persevering, refusing to leave, and finally kicked the door open with a bang.
When Yang Yunteng saw a child behind the crowd, his expression froze, an extremely complicated and cold look appeared on his wrinkled face, and he turned his head away.
"A child from the Cang family?" Ye Fan asked.
"Yes." Yang Yunteng nodded, as if he was reluctant to mention this family, and there was a kind of anger and knot in his heart that was difficult to resolve.
"Yang Xi, go." Ye Fan asked the little Po Boy to stop his practice and allowed him to go out.
In the alley, a group of children yelled at Yang Xi, but they were very afraid of one of the children wearing precious clothes. Seeing him wave his hand, they all stopped and didn't dare to speak more.
It is very difficult to practice Taoism on this ancient star, and only this area can barely do it. This city is located in this piece of Taoist soil, and most of the people living in the city are disciples of the ancient sect who know how to cultivate Taoism.
These children come from various sects, big and small, and they are afraid of the child in the middle, and they regard him as their leader.
His name is Cang Yun, and he only appears once every ten days and half a month, and every time he comes out, he is looking for the little poor boy, and beat him to death, and it is the same at this time.
"Is this the child of the Heaven's Overlord's bloodline on another ancient planet of life?" Ye Fan asked.
Yang Yunteng nodded, with a cold look on his face, resentful towards this family. Over the years, they have gone too far, constantly trampling on the dignity of the Eucharist lineage.
"They are the descendants of the overlord body. The blood in most of them is already thin, but it does not affect their cultivation. In order to establish their faith, some children are specially sent to this star."
It has been like this for many years, Yang Yunteng sometimes thinks about it, and feels very sad that the lineage of the Saint Physique of the human race has become someone else's training partner, and is being bullied like this.
When worshiping in front of the tomb of the holy land of the human race, Ye Fan had already learned from the whispers of the two saints that the person with the blood of the heavens flowing in his body was buried on another ancient star. The descendants of this family came to guard the tomb for them, and they never left.
Relatively speaking, that family is very different from this side. Although the bloodline has become thinner with the passage of time, and no real hegemony has been born, they are still very powerful.
In order to cultivate the next generation, the Cang people will do everything they can. When they were very young, they would be sent to live on this ancient planet that is difficult to cultivate for a few years, so that they can understand the changes of the Tao, struggle, sharpen and comprehend in the hardships.
This is the ancestral rule and cannot be changed. When Ye Fan heard this, his heart moved, and he felt the extraordinaryness of this family.
But since ancient times, the descendants of the Heavenly Tyrant's bloodline have gone too far, causing some children to target the Saint Body's lineage, often oppressing them, and getting beaten every time.
"Hegemony is inherently stronger than Saint Body, and is invincible in the world. You must defeat them since childhood, trample them under your feet, and establish the belief of invincibility."
This is what someone from the Heavenly Tyrant Blood Clan said. It is such a teaching to the children that the old man Yang Yunteng feels grief and indignation every time he thinks about it.
"Holy Body boy, you can't do it. How could you be an opponent of Tyrant Body? Today, you will be beaten to pieces again." Many children shouted.
Yang Xicai started to explore the Sea of Bitterness, just getting started. Although he was born with supernatural powers, he was no match for the kid opposite him who had built his foundation for several years and knew Taoism.
Cang Yun was not very old, but he had a kind of indifference that didn't match his age. He kicked the little boy flying with one kick, and then followed him, stepping on his chest.
"My ancestors won. The blood of heaven's hegemony will always be stronger than the holy body. Now every generation of us will step on the body of your family, and you will never be invincible."
Although Yang Yunteng was very old, he was so enraged by a child that he was about to rush out with a hammer in the yard. He had a lame foot, which was left behind when he was fighting for his son.
Now, the grandson is being treated like this again, often being bullied, his chest is violently bullied, and his face is flushed.
Ye Fan held him back, and a ray of golden light rose from the ground, sinking into the body of the child Cang Yun, causing him to lose his strength all of a sudden.
Although it is demeaning to treat a child like this, it is necessary at this time.
The little Po Boy had great strength, and he overturned Cang Yun in one fell swoop, swung his fist and punched hard, and in just a few blows, he beat Cang Yun until his nose collapsed, tears flowed, and blood continued to flow.
"Don't say you don't have Heaven's Tyrant Blood in your body, even if you still have it, it's nothing. If you practice for the same amount of time, I'll beat you a hundred by myself. My ancestors are stronger than Tyrant Body!"
The other children were all petrified and at a loss.
"In that era, the holy body fell, and the person with the heaven's blood flowing in his body died soon, right?" Ye Fan asked. He didn't want to touch Yang Yunteng's heart, but it was still necessary to ask.
Yang Yunteng nodded, and said: "After that battle, he never left the fiftieth level of the human race, and ten years later he sat down on the ancient star of life not far away. But when the dark wound happened, it would be torn apart after all, turning that ancient star into a strange place, completely different from this star."
Ye Fan nodded and said: "It seems that I also need to go to that star to have a look."
"Ah..." On the ground, Cang Yun yelled, tears streaming down his face. Yang Xi sat on him like a little tiger, beating him constantly, venting all the grievances in his heart.
"Cang Yun, you are such an idiot. You can't even beat the little trash of the Saint Physique lineage. He can't practice cultivation, but you were beaten by him riding under him. You have completely embarrassed our family."
In the distance, came a few older children, all of them were twelve or thirteen years old, and their cultivation was not considered weak for their age group.
Even if there is only a thin bloodline left, they can still practice. The descendants of this family have not been annihilated in the dust of history.
These few children were very indifferent, they flickered when they came up or snapped their fingers, or raised their feet, trying to suppress the little poor child, with a natural sense of superiority and conceit.
A few rays of golden light rushed up from the ground and penetrated into their bodies. With Ye Fan here, how could it be possible for the little poor boy to continue to be bullied like before. Although it is demeaning to do so, compared to establishing confidence for Yang Xi and letting him dispel the humiliation in his heart, these are nothing.
"ah… "
The children who rushed over screamed one after another, but they were all knocked down by the little boy, who punched them one by one, causing blood to spurt from their mouths and noses.
For so many years, old man Yang Yunteng felt that his life was very aggrieved. His son did not take good care of him and passed away early. Now his grandson is being bullied again. Although it was a few half-grown children who were beaten at this time, he did not feel guilty at all.
"This grandson of mine... is really an atavism with infinite holy blood?" He asked Ye Fan tremblingly, wanting to make some kind of decision.
"Yes, as long as he works hard, he will not be weaker than the Eucharist ancestor." Ye Fan said.
"There are some things left by the ancestors, entrusted to the guide line for safekeeping, maybe... it can be of great use to you and my grandson." After the old man said these words, he seemed to have untied a knot in his heart. He let out a long breath.