Chapter 1328 Bullying

Although the yard was dilapidated, it was very quiet. Several ancient trees swayed and sprinkled shade on the ground... Next to the ancient well, the little broken boy hit a basin of water, washed away the dust, and showed a beautiful and young face.

"Why is a small part of the ancient art of the Holy Body specializing in major secret places missing?" Ye Fan asked.

When the little boy heard the words, he didn't care to wipe the water stains on his face and ran over to listen to his grandfather's conversation with Ye Fan. The yellow dog stuck out its tongue, wagged its tail, and followed him around, looking flattering.

Under an old peach tree, Ye Fan and Yang Yunteng sat on the blue stone and talked about the ancient method. Yang Yunteng was very surprised and said, "This secret method has been passed down from generation to generation. Is it lost on the way?"

The years are too long to explore. The most precious ancient art in their hearts is missing, and both grandparents and grandchildren are very nervous and anxious. Because the ancestors said that this is the Taoism of the Eucharist, which cannot be lost. Only by practiceing this method can one day be perfect and truly complete.

"It doesn't matter. I'll make it up for you." Ye Fan scattered a wisp of divine consciousness and engraved this earth-shaking ancient art in their hearts.

Ye Fan lived here and taught Yang Xi for several days in a row. This child was very talent, coupled with serious hard work, and his performance was extremely amazing.

Here, the aura of heaven and earth dried up, which was not a problem for Ye Fan at all. He clothed a small piece of heaven and gathered the essence of ten directions.

In fact, he can directly take out the divine source one by one to make it a blessed place, but he doesn't want to expose the little boy to such a monastic environment at the beginning.

"Sit your mind and open up a sea of suffering." Under the ancient tree, Ye Fan looked serious and urged Yang Xi to concentrate all his energy, open up his own sea of suffering, and open the shackles.

Ye Fan helped him activate his bloodline, let the dormant golden holy blood revive, and then stood aside. Two hours later, the unshakable sea of suffering suddenly shone brightly, as if it had melted, and a little golden glow appeared.

"Ah... I have led to Reiki, and I can practice!" The little boy was shocked, opened his eyes, was extremely excited, and jumped up directly.

Seeing Ye Fan staring, Yang Xi quickly sat down and said, "Master, I was wrong. I'm just too excited. My family can't overcome this hurdle in recent generations."

Ye Fan nodded and did not blame. The decline of the Eucharist family has not been able to open up a sea of suffering in recent generations. The mood at this time is understandable.

Yang Yunteng, an old man, was carrying water and watering the vegetable pit by the well. At this time, he was sincerely happy, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have decreased a little.

This ancient star is even more suppressed than the Big Dipper. The Holy Body can't even get through the sea of suffering, which is really helpless.

Next, the little boy is more serious about practicing the Taoist scriptures, which is an ancient and complicated scripture, which can be called the best of the Lunhai ancient scriptures...

Several disciples of Ye Fan have dabbled from Ye Tong to Xiao Song and then to Huahua. Ye Fan asked them to study carefully, which may affect their whole life. Now he meets a broken child, and he still builds the foundation for him.

Ye Fan created the scriptures, but now he has not completed it to perfection and has not taught it easily. At the same time, he does not want his disciples to copy his own way.

The little broken child did not know the Taoist scriptures, but the old man Yang Yunteng heard it and was shocked. With this scripture as a guide, this foundation is too deep and solid.

Yang Xi closed his eyes. Although he was immature, he sat there like a rock, motionless, firm in faith, and devoted himself wholeheartedly.

It is impossible to open up a sea of suffering overnight. Just now, the dormant golden blood in his body boiled for a short time, and now it has calmed down.

Ye Fan nodded, and that's it. He led the little broken child to the road of practice. There was a little light as big as rice in his sea of suffering, which needed to be constantly explored.

"Little boy, come out!" In the alley, there are children shouting.

"The waste holy body comes out. What ancestor is the strongest? People with heavenly blood flowing in the body come to suppress you." Some children are hoaxing.

Yang Xi opened his eyes, and his young face was angry, but after looking at Ye Fan, he quickly calmed down again. He didn't listen or hear, and practiced with his heart to eliminate interference.

Ye Fan nodded. It's not easy for a six- or seven-year-old child to calm down so quickly that the aggrieved and anger in his heart subside.

"The person who specializes in killing the Eucharist has arrived, and the sky's blood sweeps everything. The little broken child comes out and see how strong the bloodline of the people who defeated your ancestors is." A group of children shouted.

Yang Yunteng sighed and shook his head, very helpless.

Yang Xi was very quiet and didn't speak a word. He sat cross-legged on the blue stone, grasped the practice every minute, and cherished this hard-won opportunity very much.

After a long time, there were still children shouting outside, persevering and refusing to leave. In the end, they kicked the door open with a bang.

When Yang Yunteng saw a child behind the crowd, he looked stagnant, and an extremely complex cold look appeared on his wrinkled face, and then turned his head.

"The children of the Cang family?" Ye Fan asked.

"Yes." Yang Yunteng nodded, as if he was unwilling to mention this family, and there was an insoluble anger and knot.

"Yang Xi, go." Ye Fan opened his mouth and let the little boy stop practicing and allowed him to go out.

In the alley, a group of children shouted at Yang Xi, but they were afraid of one of the children in baby clothes. Seeing him waving his hand, they all stopped and did not dare to talk more.

It is difficult to practice monasticism on this ancient star. Only this area can barely do it. This city is located in this land, and most of the people living in the city are ancient disciples who know how to practice.

These children come from some schools of all sizes. They are afraid of the middle child and take him as the leader.

His name is Cang Yun, and he only appears every ten days and a half months. Every time he comes out, he wants to find a broken boy and beat him to death. At this time, it is the same.

"Is this the child of Cang Tianba blood on another ancient star of life?" Ye Fan asked.

Yang Yunteng nodded and looked very cold. He was angry and hated the family. Over the years, they have become more and more excessive, constantly trampling on the dignity of the Holy Body.

"They are the descendants of the hegemonic body. Most people's blood is thin, but it does not affect their practice. In order to establish their faith, they specially sent some children to this star."

It has been like this for many years. Yang Yunteng sometimes thinks about it and feels very sad. The holy body of the human race has become someone else's training partner and has been bullied like this.

When worshipping in front of the lonely grave of the holy land of the human race, Ye Fan had learned from the whispers of the two saints that the man with the hegemonic blood flowing in his body was buried on another ancient star. This family has been found by descendants to guard the mausoleum for it, but they have never left.

Relatively speaking, that clan is very different from here. Although the bloodline has thinned with the passage of time and no real hegemony has been born, it is still very powerful.

In order to cultivate the next generation, the Cang clan will be sent to this difficult ancient star to live on this monastic ancient star for several years when they are very young, so that they can understand the changes of the Tao, struggle, hone, and understand in hardship.

This is the ancestral rule and cannot be changed. Hearing this, Ye Fan's heart moved and felt the extraordinaryness of this clan.

However, since ancient times, the descendants of the bloodline of Cangtianba have gone too much, so that some children often bullied the bloodline of the Eucharist, and every time they beat their heads and blood.

"The hegemonic body is born stronger than the holy body, and the world is invincible. You will defeat them since you were young, trample them under your feet, and establish an invincible belief."

This is what the Cangtian Baxue family said, which actually teaches children in this way, which makes the old man Yang Yunteng feel sad and angry every time he thinks of it.

"Holy Body Boy, you can't do it. How can you be the opponent of the domineering body? You will be beaten and bleed again today." Many children shouted.

Yang Xi has just begun to open up a sea of suffering. He has just started. Although he is born with divine power, he is not the opponent of the opposite child who has been building a foundation for several years and knows Taoism.

Cang Yun was young, but he had a kind of indifference that did not match his age. He kicked the little boy away with one foot, followed him and stepped on his chest.

"My ancestors have won, and the blood of the sky will always be stronger than the Holy Body, and now every generation of us will step on your clan, and you will never be defeated."

Although Yang Yunteng was very old, he was furious by a child. He carried a hazel in the yard and was about to rush out. He had a lame leg, which fell when he fought for his son.

Now, his grandson is treated like this and is often bullied. His chest is severely bullied, and his face is flushed.

Ye Fan grabbed him, and a wisp of golden light rose under the ground and disappeared into the child's body, making him lose his strength all of a sudden.

Although it is disqualified to deal with a child in this way, it is necessary for the present.

The little boy was very strong. He overturned Cang Yun at once, waved his fist and hit him. It was just a few times, and collapsed the nose bone hit by Cang Yun, tears flowed, and blood kept dripping.

"Don't say that there is no hegemonic blood in your body, even if there is, it's nothing. If you practice for the same long time, I will beat you a hundred by myself. My ancestors are stronger than hegemony!"

The other children were stunned and at a loss.

"In that era, the Eucharist fell, and the people with the hegemonic blood flowing in their bodies soon died, right?" Ye Fan asked, I didn't want to touch Yang Yunteng's sadness, but it was still necessary to ask.

Yang Yunteng nodded and said, "After that war, he could not leave the 50th level of the human race. Ten years later, he sat on the ancient star of life not far away. It is said that a wisp of imperial power was revealed in the end, but the dark injury was eventually fragmented, making the ancient star a strange place, which is 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, the clouds shouted and burst into tears. Yang Xi sat on him like a little tiger, constantly beating, venting all the grievances in his heart.

"Cang Yun, you are really a fool. You can't even beat the little waste of the Holy Body. He can't practice, but you are beaten by him, and the face of our clan has been lost by you."

In the distance, there are several older children, all of whom are twelve or thirteen years old. At their age, their cultivation is not weak.

Even if there is only a thin blood force left, it can still be practiced. The descendants of this clan have not been annihilated in the dust of history.

These children are very indifferent. When they come up, flick their fingers, or raise their feet, they all flash with divine light. They want to suppress the broken children, with a natural sense of superiority and conceit.

A few wisps of golden light rushed to the ground and penetrated into their bodies. Ye Fan was here. How could the little boy continue to be bullied as before? Although this is a loss of status, it is nothing compared with establishing a belief for Yang Xi and letting him dissipate the humiliation in his heart.

"Ah..."

Several children who arrived screamed one after another, and they were all put down by the little children. They punched one by one and hit them with blood in their mouth and nose.

Over the years, Yang Yunteng felt very aggrieved. His son did not take good care of him and died early. Now his grandson was bullied again. At this time, although several half-year-old children were beaten, he did not feel guilty at all.

"My grandson... Is he really a returning ancestor, with infinite holy blood?" He asked Ye Fan in a trembling voice to make some kind of decision.

"Yes, as long as he is willing to work hard, he will not be weaker than the Eucharistic ancestors." Ye Fan said.

"There is something left in the ancestors, which is entrusted to the receiving envoy for safekeeping. Maybe... it can be of great use for you and my grandson." After saying these words, the old man seemed to untie a knot in his heart and took a long breath.

*JRM