The crescent moon like eyebrows fell very early, and the scenery on the ground was difficult to distinguish. The stars in the sky seemed to be afraid of the cold, and they were afraid of the wind. They all disappeared into the dark sky. The midnight in midsummer was extremely quiet, and everything was silent. There was only the leaves on the mountain were blown by the cool breeze, making a slight rustling sound. The dark night sky was covered with thick black clouds, indicating an upcoming heavy rain.

"Swoosh", a black figure flew into the woods, looked around for a while, walked towards the depths of the woods, and suddenly stopped and looked forward with a hint of respect in his eyes, then knelt on his knees and said respectfully: "I have met the master."

If Mo Ran saw this familiar figure here, he would definitely be very surprised. This figure was Fang Lao, who had lived with Mo Ran for eight years. At this time, Mr. Fang no longer had the same old appearance as usual and his body was no longer bent. Although he could not see his face, no one would think that this was an old man about seventy years old when he saw him. Instead, the momentum he revealed could completely make those ordinary people unable to breathe.

As soon as Mr. Fang finished speaking, a person slowly walked out from behind a big tree in front of him. This person was also in darkness, and the hood on his head covered his entire face. Judging from his figure, this person was about 1.80 meters tall, and the clothes he supported reflected his burly figure inside. The momentum this person exuded was obviously much higher than Mr. Fang. It was a domineering and mighty domineering attitude that made people have to bow their heads and surrender.

The man in black slowly raised his hand and said, "Get up, I said, you don't need these etiquettes between you and me."

Old Fang replied in fear: "Yes." Then he stood up.

"How is he?" the man in black asked with his back to Old Fang.

"It's not bad. He is kind-hearted and is very good at engaging with the people in the village." As if he didn't know how to answer, Old Fang replied vaguely. Then he said, "I'm also very good at ti!"

"Hmm? He hasn't felt his internal energy yet?" the man in black asked with some dissatisfaction.

Old Fang smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "It's not yet. It's been three years. I've been observing the situation in his body. I don't know why, small...well, his internal energy can never be produced in his purple palace."

"But..." The man in black was about to speak, but Old Fang continued: "His talent for cultivation is still very high. Although he does not have the support of his internal energy, every time I fight him, he can come up with various strange moves to resolve my attacks. He seems to have incorporated the basic moves of "Akimu Fist" into his attack methods. Even I have never seen them. My subordinates are not praising him. If we only talk about the innovation of martial arts, my subordinates will sigh that they are inferior."

After hearing Mr. Fang's words, the man in black did not say anything, but turned his back to Mr. Fang, looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, pondered for a while, and said, "So what? You can't become a strong person without internal energy. If you can't become a strong person, you will not have the ability to protect yourself. It would be better to let him stay in the mountain village for the rest of his life, without disputes there." The man in black seemed to have aged a lot, and his tone was full of helplessness.

After hearing the man in black, Old Fang sighed and said nothing.

The man in black sighed and continued, "He is also very pitiful. I'm sorry for the mother and son."

"The master was forced to do so. He will definitely understand the master in the future." Feeling the helplessness of the man in black, Fang Lao advised Wei.

"Has his identity been revealed?" asked the man in black.

"The old master and the eldest lady should know it, but his identity is harmless, so he did not take extreme actions. The subordinates thought that they should have agreed. After all, the second lady did not do anything to harm the interests of the family back then, she was just a pitiful person. As for the others, they should not know it."

The man in black glanced at him and said, "I've been lucky to have suffered all these years." His eyes were full of admiration.

"It is the honor of the subordinate to be able to serve the master." Old Fang replied respectfully.

"Now there is an important thing you want to do. If you go to Xuan'anguo, there is someone who needs you to protect. I will be fortunate that you will stay there for a year and come back a year later to do business with me."

"That little..., what should he do? I'm afraid it won't be possible if there is no one around to take care of him."

The man in black waved his hand and interrupted, "You don't have to worry about this anymore. Since he can't cultivate his internal energy, let him be an ordinary person. Fortunately, over the years, with the assistance of Green Ji Liquid, although he cannot become a warrior, he is at least much better than an ordinary person. As long as he doesn't mess with any difficult person, there will be no danger."

"Yes." Old Fang knelt down again and replied respectfully. Then, he stood up and walked back.

"Wait," Old Fang turned around again. He saw the man in black wiping his fingers, and a small dark green sign appeared in his palm. He picked up the sign and looked at it, then threw it to Old Fang and said, "Trust him to Atang." After that, he turned around and walked out of the woods without waiting for Old Fang to respond.

"Oh..." After taking the dark green sign, Old Fang let out a long sigh, then raised his head and looked at the direction where the man in black left, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and turned around and floated to the place he came.

The next morning, Mo Ran still got up very early and went to the mountain to chop wood. When he came back, he found that Mr. Fang was no longer in the house. "No, I was still sleeping when I went up the mountain in the morning. I went out in a while?" Mo Ran walked into the house and saw a note on the table. He opened it with a few short sentences on it: Boy, I will go out for a few days if I have something to do. You practice your own martial arts at home. If I come back and find you are lazy, I will never forgive you.

After reading the notes, Mo Ran began to churn in Old Fang's house. After searching for a long time, he didn't find anything. He looked up and pointed at the sky and shouted: "Damn! I knew you were looking for wine." After scolding, he felt a lot of anger in his heart.

Mo Ran returned to his room and sat on the chuang. He was stunned for a while and thought to himself: "Anyway, there is nothing to do, so I will practice for a while. If I get that internal energy out, the old man might be in a good mood when he comes back, and he can get less beaten in the future." He did it as soon as he said that, sat cross-legged, put on the stiff handprints, and practiced again with his eyes closed.

It was midsummer and the weather has been very hot these days. Fortunately, it rained a little today and the temperature dropped. Mo Ran felt that meditating was the most comfortable in such weather, and he unknowingly entered a state of meditation.

The rain outside became heavier, and from time to time, there were lightning and thunder. Mo Ran, who was in a state of meditation, did not know the changes in the weather outside. Suddenly, a lightning struck outside the window of Mo Ran's room. Mo Ran felt a numbness in his brain. Then, a stream of air flow surged out of Mo Ran's body, about two inches away from his body, and began to rotate. The air flow gathered more and more, and the thicker it became. After only a short while, Mo Ran's body surface was like a purple cloth wrapped in it, which looked very beautiful.

But at this time Mo Ran could not see this spectacular scene. Every inch of Mo Ran's skin and every inch of meridians in the purple energy was extremely painful, but he could not speak and could not move his hands, sitting upright on the c flower like a stone man. Although he could not do anything, Mo Ran's consciousness was still clear.

"What are you doing? I've been struck by lightning in my previous life. Is this a mistake in this life?" I felt guilty in my heart, and scolding God several times, but it was useless. I could only watch the airflow wrapping myself and endure this huge pain.

After about an hour, Mo Ran felt that he could no longer bear it and was about to die. The blue-purple airflow suddenly rushed back into his body, rushing towards Mo Ran's purple mansion dantian from his fingers, toes, and head.

"Ah~" A severe pain made Mo Ran faint.

"Xiaoran, wake up, Xiaoran~" A call woke Moran up. Opening his eyes, there were neighbors in the village. At this time, Aunt Chen asked Moran with concern: "Xiaoran, what's wrong with you? You shouted so loudly. I thought something happened to you?"

"I just..." At this time, Mo Ran saw the situation in the house. Except for the neighbors around him, there were no signs of damage in the house. "No fire was caught by lightning? It's not normal!"

"I just had a nightmare." Mo Ran agreed to endure the pain. But he thought to himself: "Be good, if you tell you that I was struck by lightning, wouldn't you say I was crazy?"

"Oh, you scared us all." Aunt Chen patted her heart and said.

"Yes, yes," the villagers around echoed.

"Since you're fine, we'll go back. If you have something to do, tell the aunt." Aunt Chen reminded him with concern again.

"I understand, I'm fine. Thank you aunt, uncle, aunt, and brother." Although it's really nothing, Mo Ran was still very moved to see so many neighbors coming because of his own affairs. At least there were not so many people who cared about him in his previous life, and this kind of emotion could not be expressed in words.

After watching the villagers leave, Mo Ran sat up with pain all over his body, recalling the situation before he was unconscious, and hit a chill, "I can't die if I'm struck by lightning? I'm really lucky, no." Thinking of this, Mo Ran sat down again and felt the situation in his body. It doesn't matter if he sat down. Mo Ran only felt a magnificent purple air flow in the purple palace dantian forming a vortex shape in the dantian. This discovery made Mo Ran very happy and thought, "Is this the internal energy? I finally cultivated the internal energy? Haha~~, I have internal energy for three years, and I also have internal energy. I don't seem very stupid." That night, Mo Ran didn't sleep much, and the space in his head was filled with the internal energy incident.
Chapter completed!