Chapter 1

Sima Qian knew that people will eventually die, either heavier than Mount Tai or as light as a feather. Chen Mo also knows that if he continues like this, he will be lighter than Hongmao at the moment of his death.

"Failed again."

Chen Mo sat cross legged on the bed with his eyes open and stopped running his blood. According to the saying of the star realm, people who are stars and martial arts use their Qi and blood to harden their whole body, transcend the secular world and reach the realm of earthly immortals. However, with various methods, Chen Mo found that his Qi and blood were like a water pump, without any boiling intention.

In the astral realm, martial artists who can't even reach the most basic 'nine turns of Qi and blood' are destined to do nothing in this life, and ashes out like dust.

Sighing, Chen Mo was not depressed that the miracle in the morning did not appear at the time of the day. It has been more than ten years since he repeated this practice. He should have been disappointed for more than ten years. However, Chen Mo was unwilling to be ordinary, so he never gave up the possibility of struggling and hoping.

Chen Mo pushed open the window, and a vast expanse of snow leisurely appeared in front of him. Looking around, the world was covered with snow and icy jade trees. Chen Mo couldn't help thinking of Chairman Mao's poem and blurted out: "dressed in white, extremely enchanting, a few romantic figures, but also see today!"

"Good poetry, young master is really good at poetry."

The girl's admiration suddenly came from behind.

Don't look back, Chen Mo knows that it must be his personal maid Xiaotao to take care of herself. Every morning, she always comes into the house on time with a basin of hot water. Although Chen Mo can't even turn his blood, he can't even reach a turn of life, but looking at the heavy Dynasty, even the warriors with nine turns of blood should be envious.

"Although the young master can't practice martial arts, the paper mining, that is, the star generals who inherited the star names of the Dazhong dynasty may not be comparable." Peach said from the bottom of her heart.

"I have no literary talent." Chen Mo shivered when the cold wind sent.

Xiaotao said with concern, "it snowed heavily last night, young master, be careful to catch a cold." With that, the maid added some charcoal to several fire pots in the house, and then closed the windows tightly. The temperature in the house immediately rose, warm as spring.

"Master, are you going to run in the morning today?" Xiao Tao brought hot water to wash Chen mo.

Hearing the chicken and dancing is Chen Mo's habit all the time. Although he hasn't been able to run his Qi and blood for so many years, Chen Mo believes that exercising his physique every day will change one day.

After a cursory wash, Chen Mo ordered Xiaotao's maidens to keep warm, and then he went out with his clothes.

Several waitresses sighed at Chen Mo's efforts in such cold weather.

"Young master Chen Mo is really good. He has been assigned to Qinglong Town for so many years and has no complaints. He still cares about us so much."

"Yes, sisters from other families are always scolded."

"Unfortunately, the young master is so good, but he can't practice martial arts. What will he do in the future?"

"Stop talking and do things well." Xiaotao ordered, silently looking at Chen Mo's back, and thinking of that spontaneous poem. "Count the romantic figures, and look at the present..." murmured a few words, and Xiaotao shook his head. This poem is a heroic statement from the young master's heart. Unfortunately, in the great dynasty, any heroic statement and ambition must match the strength, otherwise it will just become a joke of others.

Just like master Chen Mo's situation now

Chen Mo shivered, shrunk his shoulders, and jogged slowly on the path. The weather was cold, the wind was like a knife, and he was scraping his bones and flesh inch by inch. A word, pain.

At this time, the sky is not bright, and there are few pedestrians on the street. Even the earliest farmers have not gone out yet. But Chen Mo is not the first person to get up.

Qinglong Town, martial arts arena.

A group of fifteen or sixteen year old girls have been boxing in the square, practicing their Qi and blood.

The Dazhong Dynasty and even the whole star world divided the stars into purple stars, celestial stars, earth stars and human stars. The Earth Star belongs to the star girl, not to mention the human star, which is the limit of every novice.

The human star has nine turns of Qi and blood, three flowers on the top, big and small thunder robbers, and four realms of dragon wind in human beings. Among them, nine turns of Qi and blood is the foundation of all martial arts. Monks cultivate the whole body with Qi and blood, and can circulate Qi and blood all over the body as a turn. After that, they practice skin membranes, muscles, fibers, pores, dirty organs, bones, meridians, and square inches with Qi and blood. Each stage of practice is a turn.

These young girls' clothes are thin, but they are completely not afraid of the cold. Their blood is vigorous, just like a burning flame. Even from a long distance, they feel hot and face each other, sending out a stream of domineering blood from inside to outside. At first glance, they refine their blood into organs, and their bone marrow is like a martial artist with six or seven levels of blood.

The fist was like a cannon, which made the air crackle.

In this group of young girls, the first girl is even more outstanding, dressed in blue, black silk snake dish, slim, protruding girl soft, cold eyes like cold winter. Compared with other martial artists who have six or seven turns of Qi and blood, the girl's fist technique is lighter and ethereal, with a kind of floating and flexible beauty.

Seeing the girl, Chen Mo frowned.

The girl's name is Qing Wan, the daughter of the Qing family in Qinglong Town. Unlike the Chen family, the Qing family has been deeply rooted in Qinglong Town for a hundred years, and can be described as a local snake. When she first came to Qinglong Town, Chen Mo had a little friction with her, so she didn't want to see each other.

"Chen Mo, don't you have a good rest at home and run out again to make a fool of yourself?"

Qing Wan stopped boxing and saw the cold brilliance in Chen Mo's eyes of the long-distance runner.

When others saw Chen Mo running, they all stopped practicing boxing and martial arts. Seeing Qing Wan sneering at him, they immediately attached to the girl's words and sneered.

"Master Chen Mo, I see you shivering with cold. Is it too cold?"

"I didn't expect to keep exercising today. I bet you won't come out."

"Yes, although it is destined to be waste, it is still very hard."

"Dare to say that Chang'an Jun's son is a waste, aren't you afraid that Chang'an Jun will destroy your nine clans? Big tiger, ha ha."

"Wronged, I'm just saying the truth."

These young girls have long been very clear about Chen Mo's habits. These people are disciples of local aristocratic families and stick together. Chen Mo is just an outsider, but as soon as he came to Qinglong Town, all the elders in the town bowed to him, making them very dissatisfied. However, these boys just dare to rely on their words and seek some superiority on weekdays. Even if they know that Chen Mo can't even turn his life, they don't dare to do it easily.

The reason is too simple.

Chen Mo's background doesn't bother them.

Chen Mo's father was the famous Chang'an monarch of the great weight Dynasty. The nobility of the great weight Dynasty had three levels of 'monarch, Duke and Hou' except for the royal family. Those who gave 'monarch' were highly meritorious and should be polite in pilgrimage. The capital of the great king was Chang'an, and Chen Mo's father granted him the title of Chang'an king, which seemed to be the first capital of the country, which showed his great power.

Chen Mo's father has three sons and a daughter. Chen Mo is the youngest. His mother ran away when he was young and disappeared. However, when Chen Mo reached the age of practicing martial arts, he was unable to move his blood and muscles. He was finally determined to be unable to practice martial arts. It's okay if she is a girl. Everyone knows that in the star world, it's not important that a girl can conceive star names and whether she can practice martial arts.

But as a man, Chen Mo is a bolt from the blue.

So even the son of Chang'an Jun was sent to Qinglong Town as an ordinary person.

Qinglong Town is a small town in Sichuan, which is not as prosperous as Changluo in the center of Sichuan, nor as thorny as the military fortress. At best, Qinglong Town is praised by some poets for its beautiful scenery and outstanding people. There is also a famous Qinglong mountain. People with a clear eye can see that Chen Mo's staying in Qinglong Town is nothing more than supporting himself to death.

Another word that people like to use is Chen mo.

Two rude words.

Abandon your son.

It's natural to think about it. The head of the hall, an Jun, is a man invited by the emperor of the great Chong Dynasty to drink in the palace every day. Which of his children is not outstanding in martial arts, but Chen Mo can't practice martial arts and becomes a laughing stock. If he had been someone else, he would have been thrown into the mountains to feed the wolves.

Chen Mo doesn't care about the ridicule of these little children. He's joking. At least he's an adult. After great storms, he's even more calm.

However, seeing that these little kids practice martial arts with great authority and blood surging every time they wave their fists, Chen Mo still feels very unfair in his heart. It's really depressing that he can't teach these ridiculers a lesson by himself.

Without saying a word, Chen Mo buried himself in long-distance running. He believed that one day, such exercise could activate his blood.

Seeing that Chen Mo ignored it, the ridiculed people felt bored.

"Just be his eldest young master and think of messy ways to exercise every day. Do you really think this is OK?"

"Being judged by Chang'an Jun that he can't practice martial arts, what else does he fantasize about?"

"Just an abandoned son."

Chen Mo didn't see any panic, panic, uneasiness and anger on his face, which made these arrogant warriors who are usually domineering very unhappy. Bullying can be compared with the holy emperor. Chang'an Jun's son is obviously a very cool thing, how can it be that he can't be happy.

It's so unpleasant.

"You should hurry up to exercise. Three months later, the 'Shenwu lift' will start. At that time, there will be the provincial examination, the joint examination and the palace examination. This is a good opportunity for you to stand out and become famous. Don't slack off." The middle-aged man who taught martial arts shouted.

As soon as they heard the Shenwu lift, these young girls immediately became serious and practiced boxing, and their martial arts were even harder.

Chen Mo ran to the suburbs along the path and finally stopped in a snow bamboo forest. Chen Mo then stood up and began to fight like a model.

In fact, Chen Mo has also practiced Tai Chi and Bagua on earth before. He doesn't know how many unique skills there are in his heart. Unfortunately, it's always a waste of time not to practice 'blood circulation'.

After practicing for a while, Chen Mo still felt that he didn't have any strength. He walked up the river bank and looked far. The river in front of him is vast and magnificent, which suddenly makes Chen Mo feel much calmer.

"The great responsibility of heaven falls on such a person. He must first work hard, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, empty his body, and brush his actions disorderly. Therefore, being moved and patient has benefited what he cannot."

Often reciting these comforting poems also makes Chen Mo much more comfortable.

Suddenly, a beautiful voice like a smile came from above.

"Heaven has a great responsibility for such a person, so you must first work hard at your ambition and strength... Unexpectedly, you are not young, but you have this understanding, which is good, good. It can be taught."

Chen Mo jumped in his heart and looked back. On a snow bamboo, a young girl was standing on a soft bamboo strip. Her white robe was like snow, her long hair was floating, and she was as light as a feather. Standing on the bamboo strip, which could not even support the weight of a bird, she was very comfortable and enjoyable.

"Teach me, I'm just an outcast." Chen Mo mocked himself.

"Abandoned son?" The girl rolled up her disdain. "Will my sister's son, my nephew chenqingzhi, be a waste?"

Chen Qingzhi?!

Aunt?

Chen Mo opened his mouth and was dumbfounded.