When the entire sun jumped out of the sea, the profound energy of heaven and earth dispersed again, so Mu Yi descended from the top of Guzhi Peak and returned to the fishing village at the foot of the mountain.

When passing by the lighthouse, Mu Yi saw Old Man Liu sleeping soundly while snoring again, so he put away the cigarette rod in his hand for him as usual and added a thin layer of quilt.

Old Liu was not awakened by Mu Yi. In fact, Mu Yi also knew that Old Liu was different from ordinary old people and was very lethargic.

On the way, he also used a gourd he carried to collect the dew on the leaves of mountain grass. This kind of dew is excellent whether it is used to make tea or boil medicine. It moisturizes the tongue and lungs, and is far more effective than

For ordinary well water.

When Mu Yi returned home to the familiar two stone houses, his father had already made breakfast and was waiting to eat with him.

Mu's father is a man in his forties, with a burly build. Because he has been at sea all year round, his skin color is dark red, and the wrinkles on his face blown by the sea breeze show that he has been weathered.

Taking the hot fish fillet porridge from his father's thick calloused hands, Mu Yi was eating and excitedly showed his father the wild skullcap king given to him by Old Man Liu, but Mu's father only glanced at it a few times.

, doesn’t seem very interested.

"After eating, pack up and go out to sea with me tomorrow morning." Mu's father suddenly said, "The weather is getting colder and colder, and we are about to enter the winter break. I will go out to sea for the last time this year. I hope I can catch more fish and spend this time well.

Winter. Are you going?"

"Of course! That's great!" Mu Yi jumped up. He had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

Mu Yi was born on this inconspicuous island, but has never been to the deep sea. Going fishing with his father has been his wish since he was a child.

Perhaps he was so happy that he even forgot to explain to his father about his success in practicing eye pulse.

However, even if he said it, Mu's father would not have much reaction. Mu's father was always lukewarm towards Mu Yi's cultivation.

Mu's father hurriedly finished his breakfast and then went to prepare his tools for going out to sea, inspecting the boats, fishing nets, etc. It would take a whole day's work.

"This wild skullcap was just picked not long ago. Now is the time when the medicinal properties are at its best. Let's just decoct it and take it to see if the effect is really as miraculous as what old Uncle Liu said." Mu Yi couldn't put it down and looked at the herbs in the wooden box.

, itchy and unbearable.

But after thinking for a long time, he decided to keep this medicinal herb. He was from a modest family, and considering that if he went to sea and found nothing this time, this wild skullcap was valuable and could be sold to a doctor to supplement his family's income.

After putting away the medicinal herbs, Mu Yi began to practice on the thick stone square, the most open place in the village, punching and kicking, making a sound.

What he practiced was "Like a Knife Palm" and "Chasing the Wind Kick", two very common techniques for cultivating the two meridians of the hands and feet. The hand meridians were trained to a high and deep level, and the arms were like sticks, the palms were like knives, and the fingers were like hooks and could be broken.

Gold and jade; the foot pulses are trained to a high and deep level, walking is like a strong wind, and the legs can split boulders.

The wooden stake, which was about a foot thick, made a muffled sound and vibrated under the attack of Mu Yi's fists and feet.

"Ho!"

"Ho!"

"Gather the Qi in the abdomen and penetrate the energy into the back!"

Every move Mu Yi made was accompanied by a loud shout, and occasionally he would read the mantra aloud. This was also a way to practice his mouth pulse. Over time, he was able to achieve sufficient energy and a loud voice.

It was still early in the morning, and Mu Yi was the only one practicing Kung Fu in the square. When he had practiced more than a dozen moves from beginning to end, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his body, other children started to come here one after another to practice Kung Fu.

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"Wood!" A fat young man shouted loudly when he saw Mu Yi from a distance. He was about the same age as Mu Yi, and he was calling Mu Yi's nickname. He was a companion who often practiced with Mu Yi.

Wang Tiesheng, the son of a blacksmith in the village.

"Tiedan!" Mu Yi immediately replied, "Why is it so late today?"

"Haha, I just got good news!" Wang Tiesheng said excitedly and mysteriously, "Pinghaizong will openly recruit outer disciples next month. Anyone under the age of fourteen can sign up to take the entrance examination."

"Pinghai Sect, that is one of the three major Xuan Sects in our Thousand Island Kingdom! Is the news reliable?" Mu Yi suddenly became excited.

Not only him, but other children around him immediately gathered around and started talking.

"It's absolutely reliable. That's what one of my father's big customers from Changping Island said personally. The news has spread all over Changping Island and will soon reach our small island."

"Tsk, tsk, it would be great if you entered the Pinghai Sect. Let alone an inner disciple, even an outer disciple can become a well-known figure after ten years of training in the Pinghai Sect!"

"Jiaotou Li from our village practiced in a small sect for eight years and is already so good. If he can enter the Pinghai Sect, his future achievements will definitely be higher than his."

"Mu Mu, I have begged my father to take me to Changping Island to register. Are you going?"

"Brother Mumu, you must go. Among us, you are the most diligent and have the highest level of pulse cultivation. Maybe you can really enter the Pinghai Sect and fight for our Jackdaw Island!"

"Yes, if I had known better, I wouldn't have been lazy. If I had been more diligent, maybe my father would have agreed to take me to give it a try. Now, if I practice hard, I don't know if it will be too late!"

…

The village children were talking about it, and Mu Yi's thoughts were naturally affected.

He practiced hard to cultivate his pulse, just so that one day he could join the sect, learn a skill, and stand out.

But now, a large sect like Pinghai Sect is recruiting disciples. Mu Yi usually only thinks about this opportunity occasionally and does not dare to take it seriously.

"Mu Mu, are you going or not? There is an iron boat at the beginning of every month that can reach Changping Island." Wang Tiesheng said anxiously when he saw Mu Yi's delay in expressing his position.

Mu Yi said: "Of course I want to go, but the ferry ticket to Changping Island is not cheap. I have to ask my dad about this."

After some discussion, the village children dispersed and started practicing in twos and threes.

Because of the news that Pinghaizong was recruiting disciples, they were practicing extra seriously and hard today.

But Mu Yi had no thoughts. He just had a brief discussion with Tiedan, then said goodbye in a hurry and went to the beach to find his father.

Sure enough, Mu's father was checking the fishing nets here. When he saw Mu Yi coming, he just glanced at it and then lowered his head and continued his work.

Mu Yi relayed Tie Dan's words, and Mu's father just said "hmm".

"Dad, I want to try Changping Island." Mu Yi couldn't help but said proactively.

"Then will you still go to sea with me tomorrow?" Mu's father stopped what he was doing, raised his head and asked.

Mu Yi was stunned for a moment. The most important thing in cultivating the pulse is perseverance. If one day is interrupted, it will take another ten days to make up for it.

If he went to sea with his father, he would inevitably have to interrupt some of his practice. Normally, Mu Yi would rather practice more diligently in the future to recover than miss this rare opportunity to go to sea.

But Pinghaizong will recruit disciples next month, and it is definitely not a good time to interrupt cultivation at this time.

Mu Yi immediately hesitated.

"A man must keep his word, and he must do what he promises!" Mu's father said earnestly, "Since you promised me first, you should go to sea with me tomorrow. The matter of going to Changping Island will wait until you come back from the sea.

Say it again."

"Yes, Dad!" Mu Yi agreed. In any case, his father did not reject him outright, and there was still great hope for this matter.

Perhaps, if he could make a big net this time out to sea, his father would happily agree to his request.

Later in the evening, Mu Yi went to Guzhi Peak again, brought some home-grown vegetables to Old Man Liu, and told him that he was going to sea and that Ping Haizong was recruiting disciples.

Mu Yi was worried that his father would not agree with him going to Changping Island, and he showed it in his words. Mu Yi usually didn't talk much, even when facing his more majestic father, he was always concise and concise, but in front of Old Man Liu, he didn't speak much.

It’s about saying everything.

But Old Man Liu advised: "Not letting you go may not be a bad thing for you. Just take things as they come and don't be too persistent."

"Old Uncle Liu, do you think I don't have much hope?" Mu Yi was suddenly disappointed.

Old Man Liu shook his head and said: "That's not true. Among the children of your age, I have not seen anyone with your perseverance. However, joining the Pinghai Sect may not be a good thing."

Mu Yi asked in confusion: "Pinghaizong is one of the three major Xuanzongs in our Thousand Island Kingdom. Being able to join Pinghaizong is a huge opportunity. How can it not be a good thing?"

Old Man Liu sighed: "You are too young to know that the world outside is dangerous. What about the big sects? On the contrary, in the big sects, there are countless intrigues and intrigues."

Old man Liu seemed to have touched something on his mind. After saying a few words, he excused himself to go to bed and sent Mu Yi away.

Looking at Mu Yi's leaving figure, Old Man Liu couldn't help but sigh again and murmured: "Well, after all, that catastrophe is coming again. Even the Pinghai Sect, which has always been controlled by the four major families, has begun to

The purpose of recruiting external disciples is probably to cope with this disaster."

"Those temporarily recruited outer disciples may not only not be able to learn the mystical arts of the true direct lineage, but they will also be used as cannon fodder and become the ones who sacrifice the most in the disaster."

"For a child of the Mu family who has no power background, joining the Pinghai Sect is really dangerous."
Chapter completed!