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"Nice to meet you!" "Since Fellow Liu is a hidden spiritual root cultivator, then you know that it is very difficult. The eternal have hundreds of billions of spiritual roots, but the hidden spiritual root has tens of billions, but the hidden spiritual root can only cultivate martial arts. You can't be like those with spiritual roots who can borrow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, relying only on their own abilities." Ding Yuan smiled as he looked at Liu Yi, "Since Fellow Liu is a hidden spiritual root, then you know that it is very difficult, and the permanent have hundreds of billions of spiritual roots.

"What Fellow Daoist said makes sense!" Liu Yi nodded and turned around to look at the stubborn child. "They definitely won't take you in. Since that's the case, are you willing to have me teach you?"

Liu Yi looked at Li Yunhe and said, "First, let me make things clear for you. First, I have not cultivated for very long, so I can't fly in the sky and flee for my life like people like them. Second, the path of martial arts is very difficult, and I have to rely on a great opportunity to slowly cultivate.

"No need to say anymore, I'm willing!" Li Yunhe nodded and kneeled down and kowtowed to Liu Yi, "Disciple greets Master!"

"Good, good, big brother Yunhe can also become an immortal!" Li Xiaoyao ran over to Li Yunhe and skipped over to his side, "Big Brother Yunhe, I'll wait for you!"

"Snot baby, I can't play with you anymore. You have to listen to me and cultivate well. In the future, we brothers will meet again!" Li Yunhe used his sleeve to wipe away Xiao Xiaoyao's mucus. Seeing this playmate of his, Xiao Xiaoyao fiercely nodded and revealed an innocent smile.

Liu Yi himself never thought that he would actually accept a disciple like that. After he finished, he bitterly smiled. He still hadn't figured out what the situation was right now, but he actually accepted a disciple. At that time, it was also just a whim, and he couldn't bear to see such a stubborn child, but now, it was his turn to have a headache.

His mother gave birth to him and he died. Three years ago, his father died of illness, leaving him alone, all because of his father, who was respected by the villagers, and with his father's death, the people of the town treated him well and took good care of him. After Ding Yuan and his family left, Li Yunhe bowed to the crowd and said, "My various uncles, aunts, Yunhe will leave now. Thank you for taking care of me for the past three years, Yunhe will never forget it!"

"Child, be careful of your body!" Xiao Yunyao's mother looked at Li Yunhe with tears in her eyes. Li Yunhe nodded heavily.

Following Liu Yi out of the town, the two of them walked in silence. Liu Yi was thinking about how to teach this young man, while Li Yunhe was looking at the back of this young master.

The sun had already set. The two of them used flint to raise the fire rack, and Liu Yi went into the forest to catch a few small beasts to come out, clean up, and set their prey on the fire rack. Liu Yi looked at the handsome child in front of him, and from the looks of it, the two of them were only a few years apart.

"Master, what are you laughing about?" Li Yunhe looked at Liu Yi with a puzzled expression. Liu Yi shook his head and waved his hand, "No, I just feel that my position as a master is too shabby. There's actually nothing I can give you!"

As he thought, Liu Yi untied the sword from his waist and handed it over to Li Yunhe, "This is the sword passed down to me by Master. This is Jue Yi, in the cultivation world, it's not much of a treasure, but it's something your Martial Ancestor always wore.

"Thank you, Master!" Li Yunhe took the treasured sword and unsheathed the sword. His eyes lit up as he looked at the blade.

"Cultivation requires one to suffer a lot. Can you bear it?" Liu Yi looked at the kid playing with the sword and asked. Li Yunhe shook his head, "I'm not afraid!"

"Why do you insist on cultivating?" Liu Yi did not understand. He truly did not understand why a child was so persistent.

"My father said that a man should stand erect in this world!" Li Yunhe waved his sword a few times. "The strongest thing in this world is to cultivate and become an immortal!"

Liu Yi was surprised, looked at his disciple, and smiled: "Okay, I will give you my martial arts knowledge! But don't shake your sword out there, come over and eat first. "

In the days that followed, Liu Yi made a sandbag that weighed about thirty catties and was tied to Li Yunhe's feet. At the beginning, Li Yunhe struggled to walk, fell countless times, and then stood up again.

During the night, Liu Yi explained martial arts to Li Yunhe. It had to be said that Li Yunhe was an intelligent man, he could often learn from others. Basically, Liu Yi could understand that all the martial arts Liu Yi taught were taught by Lu Wuya.

At this moment, Li Yunhe was also deeply impressed by Liu Yi. He sincerely recognized this master. He didn't know what Xiao Xiaoyao's master was like, but he knew that this master of his had taught him with all his heart.

Liu Yi was teaching Li Yunhe while also continuously verifying his own martial arts. He did not know the current level because Lu Wuya had once said that regardless of whether one was a martial artist or a Spirit Cultivator, they were generally all immortals who sensed the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth and drew it into their bodies to break through the next level.

At first, when they could not sense the energy of heaven and earth, they could not draw it into their bodies. They could only rely on the continuous training of their own flesh, blood, and meridians to break through their own shackles and conceal the appearance of their spiritual roots.

Although this path was simple, it was extremely dangerous. One had to know that without the protection of spiritual energy, it was extremely difficult to continuously improve a mortal body. If one's manpower ran out, then one could imagine how exhausted they would be. Therefore, Ding Yuan's words about a hundred thousand cultivators with no spiritual roots were true.

Liu Yi's current strength of one hand was at least ten thousand pounds, but he was still unsure of his rank. He also did not feel that he was about to break through his shackles.

However, he was sure that he would dare to fight a Level 3 Martial Cultivator. However, the premise was that the opponent was a Martial Cultivator. If he was a Spirit Cultivator, he would be helpless once he flew into the sky.

As long as it was good, he would throw everything he had to Li Yunhe for him to eat. As long as it was good, he would help him strengthen the skin and flesh of his shin, and he himself would have already been cleansed by the endless amounts of spiritual medicines. Furthermore, he had also received the baptism of celestial spiritual energy, so it could be said that cultivating with the unrivalled spiritual medicines was already useless.

Liu Yi only knew that he had eaten countless precious medicines, but he had forgotten that he had always had the protection of celestial spiritual energy to protect him from harm, but Li Yunhe did not. Li Yunhe had always had a nosebleed every time, and he had to vent it everywhere to quell it. It was also because of Li Yunhe's great fortune and fortune that he was not "mended" by his master, which left a lingering fear in Liu Yi's heart after thinking about it for a long time.

Although he often had a nosebleed, the effect was very obvious. Li Yunhe was able to carry a three hundred jin weight in a short amount of time, and he didn't feel that it was too strenuous.

In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed, and it was almost July. Mistress's birthday was coming up, and the last time Liu Yi was injured, Liu Yi had not returned. This time, Liu Yi decided to bring Li Yunhe back to the Star-Seizing Pavilion.

But now, what troubled him was what gift should he prepare to go back?