Five hundred years later, Zong Changqing Peak was published.
A tall and strong figure appeared beside Yue Junhao.
"Younger Martial Brother, what are you thinking when you stand alone on the top of the mountain?"
Yue Junhao's eyes sparkled with glittering and translucent tears, and he took back the painful nightmare and looked at the tall and strong figure.
"Elder Martial Brother, I have often had a vague nightmare in recent years, but this dream is so real, as if it is not as simple as a dream, but my bad luck. I think of a little thing, that is my life experience."
The elder brother winked, "when master picked you up and came back. It seems that you are just the age of the full moon. At that time, on the rock where you were placed, there were only three words carved by the sword, namely" Yue Junhao ", which should be left by your parents. There is nothing else. How much do you think about the memory of a full moon child?"
"No, I feel as if there is something wrong with me. It seems that I have slept for a long time, but I can't remember it." Yue Junhao looked firm. He knew in his heart that the reason why he remembered a little blurred thing was because he knew the strange bead in the sea.
He doesn't know why the beads are in his mind, and he doesn't find anything special at ordinary times, but he can feel the extraordinary beads, which can make him see the nature clearly, have extraordinary memory, and often moisten his body and even abdomen.
This terrible nightmare, also recorded by beads, was slowly discovered by him in the past three years. At the beginning, it was very vague. When some fragmentary fragments were completely clear, he himself was shocked. He had already confirmed that it was all true. At the same time, an unprecedented hatred is also accumulating in my heart, rolling like a tide for a long time.
"Really? Then tell me what nightmare you have?" The elder brother grinned and looked at his younger brother. He felt that his younger brother was deceiving himself to have fun and wanted to hear his nonsense.
As soon as the elder brother heard the end, he heard that the earth-shattering and ghostly peerless arrogant was besieged by the design of all the people, just to kill and seize the treasure. He cried out, "Shameless, shameless, how can there be such vicious monks in the world? If this is true, the elder brother will go down the mountain and destroy those abominable monks."
Yue Junhao shook his head and sighed. Did he not want to take revenge immediately?
"Ha ha, enemies? Five hundred years ago, in my present appearance? Even it is far from enough!" Yue Junhao held out his white palm and smiled wryly, leaving only a lonely figure walking towards the distance.
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Elder Martial Brother is honest and honest, but he looks heartless. After listening to Yue Junhao's story, he became angry for a while.
Every day, the sun rises and sets, and the next day the elder brother forgot everything.
At ordinary times, when it was slightly bright, he shouted and took his disciples from the whole mountain to practice early.
The same is true of this day!
"You all listen to me well. If you want to be a very powerful yogi, you must not be lazy. You must be firm in mind and indomitable. You must be steady in order to go further. Of course, you can also make the old man master happier..."
The Elder Martial Brother nagged some boring principles every day, and these principles were often brought out over and over again, so that the public no longer made a fuss.
More than 40 people listened to the elder brother talking about these old things. They were all sleepy, but they did not dare to go to bed. They still tried to stick to their daily practice.
If anyone is found to be lazy, deliberately late or leaving early, the "ceng" will kick it.
The fat man took out his strength to eat milk and went to Zamabu. He was sweating all over and his legs were quivering. He couldn't hold on, so he secretly squatted down.
"Bang." The fat man was kicked on the buttocks by the elder brother. A dog ate excrement and cried out with his buttocks in his arms.
"Oh, my God, massive hemorrhage! I'm going to die!"
Others burst into laughter, destroying the seriousness of the atmosphere.
"Shut up for me! Be careful to be kicked. Everyone runs 20 laps around Changqing Peak. Anyone who dares to be lazy again will have no food for a day."
"Brother Zhu, you are too cruel!" The crowd whispered.
Elder Martial Brother looked cold and said, "It's too cruel, isn't it? Then give me another 20 laps."
Suddenly everyone was like frost-beaten eggplant, depressed and complaining.
Yanzhou mainland has a long tradition of cultivation. In some sects and aristocratic families, there are secret methods to refine the body, which can make the yogi's body stronger.
Even a five-year-old child can lift a thousand catties of stones after being refined by secret methods. Many talents are even more powerful and can lift ten thousand catties.
The same is true of the world sect. Almost every branch will let its disciples run, boulder, exercise their bodies, etc., and keep them steady.
The crowd was punished, but Yue Junhao surprisingly did not complain about the pain this time. Before the disciples were punished, his complaint was the loudest.
Today, he was terribly quiet. While others were beating their chests and stamping their feet, he had already started to run around Changqing Peak. The lonely figure gave people a feeling of stubbornness and tenacity.
After 40 laps, he ran to the place where the stones were piled up and began to lift large stones, each weighing at least 1,000 kg.
It is hard to imagine what happened to him to make him fight like this.
This group of disciples, the youngest is nine years old and the oldest is 16 years old. There are no more than five people who can lift 4,000 kg of stones, and Yue Junhao is one of them.
"Oh, my God, Younger Martial Brother, I can lift a stone weighing 4,000 kg. I feel that I have lived on a dog." The fat man was surprised.
Elder Martial Brother smiled all over his face, but a trace of seriousness flashed through his eyes, which outsiders did not notice. Shen Sheng said, "Younger Martial Brother, it seems that you haven't worked very hard yet. With your excellent physique, you should reach a strength of at least 6,000 kg at the age of nine. It seems that you are not tough enough on yourself and your refinement in the tripod is not enough."
When the fat man and others heard this, they shrank their necks in fear and gasped at the corners of their mouth.
Giant Ding refines the body, which is a special method to refine the body. It is combined with some panacea and the flesh and blood of fierce animals, and then people jump in to refine.
This method is the most effective way to refine one's physique, and every beginner of the world has benefited greatly from it.
At this time, Yue Junhao, like a mental derangement, took up two 1,000-kilogram stones and ran down the mountain, then ran back again and again until he was too tired to stand up.
The crowd looked at each other, don't know the youngest younger brother brain smoke what wind.
"Elder Martial Brother and Younger Martial Brother do not look normal!" The fat man said aside.
The elder brother's face was cold: "what's wrong? He has lost his way and knows what I say at ordinary times, so he will take the time to practice. You should be the same as him, do you know? The world depends on you!"
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In the evening, Yue Junhao in the room concentrated on introducing the whole body of heaven and earth aura into his abdomen. He already felt that he was not far from the late stage of foundation building.
And the bead in my mind was quiet as if it had never existed. Although I don't know what it is, Yue Junhao knows that the secret can't be said to anyone. In nightmares, someone will kill him and seize the pearl. Ordinary people are innocent and he already understands the reason why Huai Bi is guilty.
An hour later, the infinite depression in my heart made me think out and breathe a sigh of relief.
Outside, the sky was full of stars and the moon was like a silver plate.
On the top of Changqing Peak, Yue Junhao was lying on the grass, looking at the stars all over the sky. His mouth was filled with a piece of grass and he chewed it slightly. He let the light bitterness spread in his mouth. He couldn't help two drops of tears dripping on the grass...
Stretch out white fingers, wipe the moist canthus, then block in front of me, line of sight through the gap of fingers, staring blankly at the silver moon set off in the stars all over the sky.
"Five hundred years... is it still too late?" Yue Junhao sighed lightly, lazily pulled back his palm, his hands resting on his head, his eyes somewhat absent-minded, and murmured in a low voice.
"However, who are you? Why does this name appear in my heart many times?"