In Yuancheng, the sun is scorching.

All my breathing was filled with a strong heat.

At this moment, a slightly thin boy was flying and moving, practicing hard.

I saw that his fists and feet were displayed in a very good manner, and it was obvious that he was serious, so that his long gown was soaked in sweat. He looked firm: "I don't have the talent of others, so I can only make up for it with double my efforts. I, Xia Bo, would never want to be a waste in other people's mouths."

In a blink of an eye, it was noon.

The sun was the most vicious at noon, and he was like he had just been fished out of a water tank.

After completing the last move, he let out a long breath of turbid air before he came to a cool place to sit and rest.

After a moment, Xia Bo took out a dark scroll from his arms, with complex patterns engraved on it. It still exudes a cold breath in such a hot weather.

This thing was left to Xia Bo's father when he left.

Xia Bo has always regarded it as a treasure. Whenever he misses his father or is tired of practicing, he will take it out to watch it, because seeing the scroll is like seeing his father, which rekindles his fighting spirit.

"Father, how could you leave your child so cruelly? The child misses you so much!"

"Mother is gone early, you are the only relative of the child in this world."

"I have always believed that a father must have some difficulties in leaving his child."

"Don't worry, father, I will definitely practice diligently. One day, when the child has enough strength, I will walk out of Yuancheng to find you." Looking at the scroll, Xia Bo said with some emotion. To improve his strength and walk out of Yuancheng and go out to find his father, this has always been his greatest wish.

However, his dantian is different from ordinary people and cannot practice like ordinary people, so his wish is a bit unrealistic.

Xia Bo knew that his dantian could not store spiritual energy, and many children of the Xia family laughed at him as a waste who could not practice.

But even so, Xia Bo did not give up. How could he know that he couldn't do it if he didn't try it!

If you even give up on yourself, then who else can help you?

After a while, Xia Bo carefully put the scroll up. At this time, he was hungry: "I have been practicing here since the early morning. It is noon now, so I will inevitably be hungry. I'd better go back to eat something before coming over to continue practicing."

Soon, Xia Bo walked in the vast Xia family mansion.

"This waste went to the back mountain to practice again. Even though he knew that his dantian could not store spiritual energy, why did he have to torment himself like this?"

"After all, he is a direct descendant of the Xia family. Isn't it good to be a comfortable ordinary person?"

"I really don't know what this kid is put in his head!"

"Since his father left home, his temperament has changed drastically. He goes to the back mountain to practice regardless of wind or rain. What's even more ridiculous is that although he has made great efforts, his strength has not been broken at all."

"Waste is waste. Even if he works like this for ten or eight years, he is still a waste!"

"If the young master of the Xia family has worked so hard, it would be strange if his strength does not improve by leaps and bounds."

"You all say less, in fact, Young Master Xia Bo's life is quite hard."

"Yes, his mother died and his father left home. Although he was a direct descendant of the Xia family, without the protection of the Third Master, his life was even worse than that of us servants."

Some servants and maids pointed at Xia Bo and whispered.

Xia Bo turned a deaf ear to this, and he had long been accustomed to other people's comments. He speeded up and wanted to return to his residence as soon as possible.

For him, it was his safe haven, and there would be no ridicule, no humiliation or suppression.

"Isn't this Young Master Xia Bo?"

"Is this going to the back mountain to practice?"

"Young Master Xia Bo practices so hard, I really admire you." A sarcastic voice sounded, and a group of people blocked Xia Bo's way.

The leader was a boy with a rebellious expression. He held his hands on his chest and his face was full of arrogant expressions. Several people around him also looked at Xia Bo with a slanderous look on his face.

"Xia Lin." Xia Bo's face tightened, and a kind of fear arose instinctively. Although Xia Lin was also Hong Xia, he was not a real Xia family. He was a son in charge. Because his father had always been loyal to the Xia family, he was given the surname Xia.

Logically speaking, the young master of the Xia family, and Xia Lin is just a son of a servant, and this kind of crime is already a great disrespect to Xia Bo. However, Xia Lin is fearless and does not take Xia Bo seriously at all.

Before, he enjoyed bullying Xia Bo, which made Xia Bo's heart shadow, and when he saw him, he instinctively felt a sense of fear.

"Looking at your unreliable appearance, you are the young master of the Xia family." Seeing Xia Bo seeing him, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, Xia Lin laughed unscrupulously.

Xia Bo was angry: "Don't go too far."

"So what can I do if I am too much? You are a waste young master, almost excluded. Your father is a rare martial arts genius. Unexpectedly, you are a waste like you, and your mother, a demon girl, you are the monster born from the demon girl." Xia Lin sarcastically.

"You try saying it again." His mother was Xia Bo's nerf, and he couldn't help but roar.

"Your mother is a witch, you are the monster born from the witch." Xia Lin didn't care about Xia Bo's anger.

"I'll fight with you." Xia Bo rushed towards Xia Lin with a ferocious expression.

Xia Bo has no cultivation, and Xia Lin is a warrior at the first level of Qi Training Realm. He would not be Xia Lin's opponent? A dull voice sounded and Xia Bo was directly bombarded.

"I dare to attack me, beat me and fight to death." Xia Bo was timid in front of him before, but this time he dared to attack, which also angered Xia Lin.

He shouted angrily and called on everyone around him to siege Xia Bo, and the others responded one after another.

Xia Bo had no power to resist at all, and was quickly curled up on the ground, punching and kicking were constantly applied to his body, and he could only hold his head and endure it.

The movement here also attracted a lot of people to watch. The young master of the family was beaten so unscrupulously by a group of servants. This was rare, and the onlookers were talking about it.

After several minutes, Xia Lin and others stopped.

No matter what, Xia Bo is a direct descendant of the Xia family after all, and Xia Lin dared not really beat Xia Bo to death.

He was beaten to the point of blood and blood dyed a large area of ​​land red. Xia Bo was still curled up tightly.

"Let you go today, and I will hit you once when I see you." Xia Lin said viciously, then he spat at Xia Bo and left with everyone's anger.

Xia Bo got up from the ground with a trembling trembling. His head was still bleeding, his clothes were stained with blood, and his heart was bitter. He didn't even have the strength to maintain his mother's reputation.

He staggered towards his residence, but he did not see the black scroll greedily sucking his blood.

Xia Bo returned to his residence and simply treated the wound. Now that the meal has not been delivered, he can only wait patiently.

Although he is not popular in the Xia family, he is a direct descendant of the family after all, and delivering food can be said to be the only treatment he, the young master, can enjoy.

Xia Bo waited patiently, but at this moment, he noticed something strange in his arms, and the black scroll in his arms actually felt a warm feeling.

"Huh?" Xia Bo was surprised. He carried the black scroll with him for so many years and watched it repeatedly countless times, but he had never encountered such a change.

He quickly took out the black scroll and was stunned in shock. At this moment, the golden light shining, and the fonts with shining light were gathering. The iron-painted silver hook exuded a majestic momentum, which made him unbelievable: "I have been carrying black scrolls with me over the years, not even half a font. How could I have such a transformation today?"

Then, it floated away from Xia Bo's hands and slowly opened it, dense fonts flying and condensed.

"The Origin Taoist Sutra?" Seeing the four big words at the beginning, Xia Bo's heartstrings trembled even harder. He actually took the Origin as the name. What secret does this dense text record?

He suppressed the ups and downs of his heart. He had just studied it carefully, but unexpectedly, a flash of lightning fell from the sky and entered his eyebrows. Then, he fell into a coma.

Soon, when Xia Bo slowly woke up, he immediately discovered clues. This was not the environment he wanted!

Chu Heng is gone, Chang Le is gone, and the teacher is gone...

"This Xia Bo is too useless. Isn't it just that the Dantian is flawed? Is it necessary to be so frustrated?" As he continued to understand in depth, Xia Bo's expression changed again and again, from shock to dumbfounded, and then to unbelievable: "I actually possessed my soul. With the treatment of the protagonist, there is actually a teleportation array in the "Original Taoist Sutra". Not only can the body be teleported, but also the soul can be. It's so amazing."

"This sutra is actually a supreme practice. The defects of the dantian are not a problem. It seems that this predecessor is a bit unlucky. He sacrificed himself and fulfilled me!" Xia Bo said excitedly: "From today, I will no longer be a waste, I will live well for you!"

Xia Bo's eyes were filled with tears, and happiness came too suddenly!

Forgot about the hunger in his stomach, Xia Bo couldn't wait to try it, sat cross-legged, and began to practice according to the mantras recorded in the Original Taoist Sutra. A strand of spiritual energy entered the body, generated in the meridians, continued to grow, circulating around the sky and gathering into the dantian.

Soon, the cycle of the cycle ended, the spiritual energy gathered in the Dantian, lying quietly, as if on vacation.

Fortunately, I was blessed by God and embarked on the road of cultivation.

Xia Bo did not want to delay for a moment, and directly devoted himself to practice. Widths of spiritual energy condensed and continued to grow in his body, and finally accumulated in his dantian.

A small cycle!

Two small circles!

Three small circles!

...

A big circle!

Two great circles!

Three great circles!

...

Xia Bo was completely immersed in his practice and forgot the passage of time!

He felt that he practiced many times faster than other practices, and in one hour it could be comparable to the results of others' practice for several days.

"I don't know how ironic it is when the so-called genius is trampled by me!" Xia Bo smiled. His mood is so exciting that he cannot speak. The recognized waste in the entire Yuancheng has made great progress in cultivation so far, and he has never had an unprecedented determination: "Your father is now my father. No matter where you and him, I must find him."

At this time, with a slam, the door was kicked open with brute force.

Xia Bo was awakened and saw a maid wearing a green long dress walking in with a dinner plate, her face full of impatientness and even anger in her eyes: "Baby, don't pretend to be there? Do you think you are still the third master, that glorious young master?"

"I'm calling you outside, but you dare to pretend to be inaudible. Believe it or not, I will starve you." The green-skirt maid was the person responsible for delivering food to Xia Bo. He had shouted a few words in the courtyard before, because he was completely immersed in the practice and did not hear it. She got angry and kicked open Xia Bo's door.

This girl in green dress has always been fierce to her and has no respect at all. Xia Bo had endured it silently before.

But now, Xia Bo is no longer the same as before, and he is not the Xia Bo he used to be.
To be continued...