On the back mountain of Mofu, a 12-year-old boy is carrying a huge stone and jumping plum blossom pile step by step. The pile of plum blossom pile is obviously made of refined molten iron. Every time the boy jumps, he will fall on another pile accurately. In a moment, he will eject to another pile. I don't know how long it will take for the boy to keep jumping there. He doesn't seem to be tired It's a little bit hard. Not far away, a man in his fifties has been watching the young man who is still jumping. The corners of his eyes are slightly moist. He is mo Hua, the master of Mo mansion, and the boy is his son Mo Tian.
"My God "It seems that Mo Hua can't bear to look any more, and suddenly opens his mouth.
"Dad, why are you here?" Mo Tian jumps down from the plum pile and runs towards Mo Hua.
"Tomorrow is Tomb Sweeping Day. Let's go to the cemetery for three days." Mo Hua touched Mo Tiande's forehead, which was sweating. "Don't practice like this in the future. You have reached the Ninth level of physical training in the foundation period. If you hadn't been invited by the literary traitor to seal your blood, you would have been able to break through the physical training and start to attract Qi into your body, and become an expert in the Qi training period. Alas..."
Mo Hua looks at his son and thinks that since he was three years old and knew what happened to the Mo nationality, Mo Tian began to exercise his thin body silently. When he was running, he would lie down to rest and continue to run. When he hit his arm dislocated, he would continue to fight. However, this son never said he was tired and never stopped training. He was not happy in his heart. However, as a father, What can he do? He was just born when he was usurped to take over the throne. As soon as he was born, he was killed by the great master of Wushan, who was invited by the Wen family. How can he not know the taste of not being able to draw Qi into his body? Unfortunately, now the family is under house arrest, and there is no way to do it.