Chapter 4

It may be that many people went to the door to watch the excitement. Therefore, Du Shaofu did not meet any people on the way to Du's house and went back to his own courtyard.

In fact, Du Fu's family doesn't care about Du Fu's servants. In fact, Du Fu's servants don't even exist in Du Fu's family.

Although it was transparent, the place where Du Shaofu lived was quite good. There was not much such a wide courtyard in the whole Du family. Only a few senior members of the Du family were qualified to live in it.

Du Shaofu was able to live in such a courtyard, in fact, because his father was the third younger brother of the current head of the Du family, he might not have been treated like this in recent years. Just by the four words of a fool on his head, the courtyard would not have been able to live for him.

Du Shaofu arrived in the courtyard. On a rattan chair on the back of his back, a familiar drunkard was sleeping soundly, holding a gourd wine pot in his arms and reluctant to let go.

"Dad, why are you drunk here again?"

Du Shaofu went over and looked at the drunk whose face was covered by his scattered hair. His eyes were clear and pained.

In the past 16 years, Du Shaofu's most memories of his father, Du Tingxuan, are that in the courtyard, his father often holds a wine pot and looks at the sky, and then he goes to sleep drunk.

"Shaofu, are you back? Are you hungry? Go to the kitchen and find something to eat."

Du Tingxuan woke up vaguely, raised his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes. He sat up from the cane chair. There was a breath of wine in his mouth when he spoke. He was taller than Du Shaofu, but he was as thin as the same. You can see from his scattered hair. If it was not for the wine, his face would be very heroic.

"Dad, I'm not hungry. Let me help you to your room and have a rest."

Du Shaofu came forward to help his father, but he was stopped by Du Tingxuan, who stood up. He shook the wine pot in his hand and said with a smile, "no, there's no more wine. I'll go out and buy some wine."

As the voice dropped, Du Tingxuan, dragging his drunken body, walked out of the gate of the courtyard, leaving Du Shaofu standing quietly in the courtyard.

From the beginning of his memory, Du Shaofu remembered that the wine pot was something his father never left his hand, while his mother was totally unfamiliar and had no memory for Du Shaofu.

After standing quietly for a while, Du Shaofu found a drink in the hall and went straight back to his room.

In the room, Du Shaofu sat cross legged and his fingerprints congealed. Suddenly, a mysterious air gushed out of his whole body. Inside his palm, it was as if there was a talisman and secret pattern to be gushed out. He murmured, "this mysterious form is really not weak. Fortunately, it was only used a little."

There was a little smile in his clear brow. Du Shaofu had just used the form that he had learned from the ancient stone tablet in the past ten years, but he only used a little bit of force, so he was more and more shocked by the mysterious one.

Only Du Shaofu knew it best. The mysterious pattern in the stone tablet can not only restore his martial pulse, but also cultivate mysterious Qi. What's more, although it is only one form, it is all embracing, changeable, wonderful and tyrannical.

But now Du Shaofu also encountered a rather embarrassing situation. There was a mysterious Qi in his body, but there was no realm of cultivation.

Although that pattern can repair the martial pulse and make the body cultivate dark Qi, it is not a skill after all, and can not let him have the realm of cultivation.

That is to say, Du Shaofu is full of mysterious Qi, but strictly speaking, he is not even a martial artist of the day after tomorrow.

The realm of martial arts practitioners in this world can be divided into acquired martial arts and congenital martial arts practitioners. Only when they have advanced to the innate level can they be regarded as real warriors. However, most people may stay at the acquired level all their lives and can't step on the innate level. It shows that even if they can practice, the innate level is not accessible to any one.

Although he had never been able to practice, he was born in a martial arts family and didn't waste any time in these years. Du Shaofu was also quite clear about his current situation. The level of the martial arts people after tomorrow is divided into nine levels. However, he has some mysterious Qi and the mysterious mystery, which makes him have no problem with the eight or nine levels of the acquired level.

"The martial pulse has recovered a little. Since you can cultivate it, you should go to the Tibetan martial arts building to practice a set of skills tomorrow."

Du Shaofu thought that he could not know where the mysterious movements after the original form were, and there was no way to practice them. Therefore, at present, he could only practice a set of skills first, so as to improve his realm.

Without realm, the mysterious one can have such power. Once the realm is upgraded, the mysterious one will definitely become more and more powerful, which makes Du Shaofu look forward to it.

"Continue to understand the mystery."

After he had made a decision in his heart, he had nothing to do every day. Du Shaofu's fingerprints congealed, his eyes slightly closed, and he began to enter a state of understanding.

Although he had a little understanding of the first form hidden in the ancient stone tablet in ten years, Du Shaofu also knew that he had only made a small achievement in the mysterious one, and had not yet realized the perfect level.Ten years ago, Du Shaofu could not accept the fact that he was born in a bad family and could not achieve anything on the road to martial arts. This made Du Shaofu feel deeply unacceptable. He rushed out of the Du family in the storm and wanted to vent before he arrived at the stone tablet.

Who knows that a thunder fell on the stone tablet, and the stone tablet was unimpeded. However, the thunder that fell on the stone tablet fell on Du Shaofu as if it were transferred.

Three days later, Du Shaofu woke up. In the three days of coma, he actually entered a wonderful state of understanding. After the thunder fell, a mysterious talisman and secret pattern appeared in his mind along with the thunder.

At first, Du Shaofu didn't know what those mysterious talismans were, but as he was in that wonderful state, he felt like he was enlightened. At last, he learned that it was a powerful move, and that mysterious move was specially prepared for those who lost pulse.

Martial pulse can be divided into one grade to nine grade. One grade is the lowest, and the ninth grade is the highest. The higher the level of martial arts pulse is, the greater the achievement will be. This is an unchangeable law and fact in the world for countless years.

Du Shaofu's pulse is a waste pulse. It can be said that he can't make any achievements in his martial arts cultivation. It's almost as good to practice some tripod skills to improve health and health.

The mysterious move made Du Shaofu see the hope from the low valley, and realized that the move could repair the martial pulse, and let those who had abandoned the martial pulse to practice it.

Du Shaofu went under the stone tablet again. In Du Shaofu's eyes, the cracks on the stone tablet were no longer simple cracks, but secret lines related to the human body.

The full of cracks, like the dense meridians in the human body, are extremely profound and wonderful. Finally, they can understand and practice the mysterious pattern.

Du Shaofu was immersed in such understanding, just like a fish entering the sea, boundless and unable to find an exit.

For ten years, Du Shaofu finally understood the mysterious form. From his understanding, he also learned that this mysterious form should not only be like this, but there should be a second form behind it. The third one is right. Only in the ancient stone tablet before Du's family, there is only the first one.

In the room, with the understanding, Du Shaofu gradually entered a state of selflessness

In the early morning, everything is quiet, and the eastern horizon is shining with light, carefully infiltrating the light blue sky. The first sunlight penetrates the darkness before dawn, crosses the mountains, crosses the sea, and finally covers the stone city.

Du Shaofu also woke up and opened his eyes. It was pitch black in front of him, but his whole body was extremely light. He felt as if he had been washed and cut by the marrow. He was comfortable beyond words.

"Click!"

It seems that he has been used to it for a long time. Du Shaofu reaches out and pushes towards it. A clatter of stone rubs comes out. Then a stone cover slides open. Du Shaofu stands up and appears in a sarcophagus.

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