At the southern foot of the Great Xing'an Mountains in later generations, there was a mountain called Hulima, and there were some low hills around it, which was the place where the Murong family made their fortune.

After several days and nights of galloping, snatching five horses on the way, and even starving for an experience of killing war horses and burning horse meat, Murong Qi arrived here, but was told that the two ancestors were not there.

In ancient China, if the cultivation of the guiding technique is not inherited by the family, it is all passed on from the master to the apprentice, and a hand must be kept, if the apprentice is not by his side when the master dies or does not satisfy the master, then the practice will be a little crippled.

That's right, although the Murong family has dogs,, and luck, what they get is a mutilated and abnormal channeling technique.

Every senior of the Murong family, when it was time to withdraw from the fighting, lived in seclusion on the top of Hulima Mountain, in order to improve the exercises and bring a complete cultivation system that could be passed down to the younger generations.

It's a pity that creating the exercises itself is a very difficult thing, so how can it be so easy to repair the exercises?

If they had a scripture pavilion with a wealth of knowledge of the exercises, maybe it would be about the same.

However, the Murong family's cultivation method itself was hidden, and when they encountered some cultivators who had been suppressed by the rulers of previous dynasties and were exiled to the frontier, the two sides were also deceitful, and there was no communication at all.

Generations of Murong ministers have spent themselves in endless creations, and many of them have heart failure or even gone mad, becoming outright crazy.

Fortunately, everyone understands that they must not harm the interests of their own clan, let alone let other tribes understand that the Murong tribe has a channeling technique, and at the beginning of the retreat, they will close themselves in a small stone room.

It is a closed stone chamber that can only be opened from the inside, with ventilation holes, food, and water, and can only be opened from the inside when you are awake. If he is insane, the stone gate will be confined after a month, indicating that the person is dead.

The only two remaining elders of the Murong family, one is Murong Wei, and the other is Murong Sheng, and the specific age is about eighty to one hundred, and no one knows how much.

They are not like ordinary cultivators who practice penance behind closed doors, they travel to the mountains and rivers when they have time, and place their affection on the mountains and rivers, but at present, both sides have reached the peak of second-rate martial artists, and they are not allowed to enter.

There was no snow this winter, and the two walked together again and went for a walk in the Xing'an Mountains.

As time passed, they found that no matter how depressed they were, being in the mountains and forests, hungry for mountain fruits, and thirsty for mountain springs were the best factors for longevity.

In the Xing'an Mountains in winter, there is less noise in summer, and house finches can not be seen, only squirrels and tigers can be seen occasionally foraging.

The rest of the animals either hibernate or move to other places where food is readily available.

This is the first time that the two of them have come out in the big winter, and it used to be almost in summer and autumn, after all, the warriors have not reached a certain point, and it is impossible to survive in the cold wilderness.

People in this era generally have a shorter life expectancy, and it can be seen that there is an ancient saying that life is rare for 70 years.

With the improvement of martial arts, the life expectancy of the two is forty or fifty years longer than that of ordinary people, and they aspire to a higher realm.

During the decades of the family's ancestral retreat, the two of them had seen too many deaths.

Although he just returned to his ancestral land, he was strictly required by everyone to have only brothers and sisters here, and there was no secular title for seniority.

As the last clan elder did not leave the stone house after two months of retreat, and occasionally the smell of corpses wafted from the vents, they understood that from now on, it was the highest status and the only remaining clan elder here.

Thus, the secular title was restored.

Murong Wei is an uncle, Murong Sheng is a nephew, the two have had a good relationship since childhood, and they belong to the kind of loose character.

If you don't have to, you won't make a move. It's like when Murong Sheng was in the prime of life, he communicated with the tiger spirit, floated away, and no longer cared about worldly things.

"Uncle, there are fewer and fewer natural treasures, and it is too difficult for the younger generations to build a foundation." Murong Sheng Yungong resisted the cold for a long time, and couldn't help twitching his nose a few times, as if there was a clear nose about to flow out.

"yes." Murong Wei took off his boots, poured out the snow inside, and flicked the Ula grass again, and hurriedly put them on.

What they got was the guidance technique of the Five Elements faction, and they had to gather the essence of the Five Elements to build a foundation.

The key is that it is not explained what kind of things are the essence of the five elements, and the people of the Murong family are also randomly looking for some things like ginseng He Shou Wu, and at the beginning, they could pick some relatively high years, but now it is basically difficult to find.

"Uncle, what's the sound?" It's not that Murong Sheng is stronger than his uncle's martial arts, but he is relatively younger, he is also a second-rate martial artist, and he is smarter and clearer.

"Is there one?" Murong Wei's ears pricked up, there really is!

The voice was so soft that it wouldn't have been heard if it weren't for all your attention.

The two of them glanced at each other and silently swept to the left front.

Nothing? Their faces are solemn, people in this era believe in ghosts and gods very much, but it is said that ghosts and gods walk silently, even if they pass by you, they can only feel a slight wind.

It wasn't an illusion just now, it was like the sound of a person moving too fast and his clothes stirring the air.

"Chase!" The two of them just hesitated for a moment, and immediately ran at full speed.

The strength of the peak of the second-rate martial artist was revealed at once, and he really stepped on the snow without a trace.

What they were thinking about was not a ghost, but a hermit with strong martial arts, how good it would be to be able to point out a path for the future direction of the Murong family.

Golden opportunity! There was a hurried sound of brushing branches and leaves in front, and it was obvious that the two uncles and nephews were chasing after them.

"There it is!" Murong Sheng's eyes were fine, and he saw a faint white shadow floating rapidly in front of him.

"Quick!" Murong Wei didn't dare to speak more, for fear that if he was discouraged, he would not be able to catch up.

The Xing'an Mountains in winter are indeed quiet, and occasionally they can even break into the territory of some pheasants, and a large nest of pheasants is so frightened that they flutter and fly.

On the way, I also saw two tigers, presumably father and son, so hungry that they ran away.

Today's Xing'an Mountains are much higher than those of later generations, and the mountain peak in front of it looks very steep.

The white shadow kept climbing up, how could the uncle and nephew give up at this time, muster up the last strength, and chase closer and closer.

Halfway up the mountain, you will see snow.

It's gone? At the snow line, the white shadow suddenly disappeared.

Murong Wei's body trembled violently.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Murong Sheng was taken aback.

"According to legend, there are some mountain spirits and tree monsters in the mountain, and absorbing their essence can make a qualitative leap for warriors." Murong Wei's breath was short.

"You mean the white shadow is?" Murong Sheng was dumbfounded.

Luck is too good, the two of them made a special trip to find some foundation-building medicinal materials for the juniors, but they didn't expect such a good thing.

"Ahead!" Murong Sheng shouted, and a tiger pounced, holding down a mass of moving things.

"Ginseng!" Murong Wei took a look at it and was instantly ecstatic: "The ginseng that has become a fine is at least ten thousand years!" ”

10,000 years of ginseng?! Murong Sheng was stunned. Doesn't that mean that my uncle and myself have absorbed the essence, and even the innate hope is hopeful? (To be continued.) )