My world double door

"The things I gave you five days ago are still untouched in the kitchen. I was afraid of wasting them so I put them away and gave them to others to eat. So I replaced yours with new ones. As a result, I didn't see you for several days."

Hearing the shouts outside the courtyard gate, Li Yang turned around and went out of the house to look outside. The autumn sunshine fell on the simple stone courtyard. A strong and kind old man stood there quietly, like a painting that had been deposited over time. Picture scroll.

The old man's posture is as tall and straight as a pine tree, his broad shoulders support the weight of years, and his strong body seems to contain endless strength. He was wearing a plain robe, simple and elegant, with the corners of his clothes fluttering gently in the breeze. Her silver hair shimmered under the sunlight, neat and graceful.

His face is kind, and the wrinkles carved by the years are like ravines, but it is full of warmth and wisdom. The eyes are deep and bright, like stars in the night sky, shining with peaceful light. The slightly raised corners of the mouth, with a faint smile, make people feel like spring breeze.

"I hurriedly asked the children who know you to search for it, but I didn't expect that you were practicing in the back mountain."

Seeing Li Yang's gaze, Uncle Li smiled and said: "You seem to have made great progress in your cultivation. You will need better food in the future. If you don't have enough to eat, let me know immediately and the clan will provide you with sufficient supplies to avoid delays." This is the best age for you to practice.”

The bluestone floor of the stone courtyard reflects the old man's figure, and the surrounding flowers, plants and trees seem to be infected by his aura, quietly exuding the breath of life. The old man's hands hang naturally by his side, and he stands calmly, as if he has integrated with the stone courtyard and has become an eternal existence in time. He is like a beacon of tranquility, bringing peace of mind and comfort to people in this noisy world.

Looking at this old man, Li Yang sighed in his heart. In his few memories, the person who was willing to be so interested in him was actually a servant.

"It's useful. My cultivation level has reached the fourth level of martial arts. The food before can no longer support my cultivation."

Li Yang spoke with a smile, the smile on his face was very warm.

He knew that the news about him beating up Li Meng and the two men in the valley must have spread, and now not only did the family not only punish him but also reward him, but there was not even a word of accountability. I'm afraid it was all because of The rule of this world is that the weak can eat the strong to the extreme.

He was an orphan before. He was weak, so he was naturally bullied by his peers. After all, although his own qualifications were strong, having a weak family background was also a kind of weakness.

A weak person has no value, so naturally no one will care if he is bullied.

But now he has shown his value. He defeated Li Meng and Li Meng, who were almost first-level martial arts disciples, in a single fight. This fighting ability is almost the same as that of the adult Li family members, so he is naturally taken seriously.

However, there are indeed very few people who can be as gentle to him as Uncle Li.

"Fourth Level Martial Disciple, it seems you have really had an incredible opportunity."

Hearing Li Yang's words, Uncle Li looked very surprised and nodded: "In that case, let me go back and report one or two, and get the corresponding opportunities from the clan."

Li Yang's current actual blood warrior cultivation level is naturally that of a third-level martial arts disciple, but he has cultivated fighting spirit, and with the help of fighting spirit, he can fully explode into the strength of a blood warrior warrior and fourth-level warrior disciple, so he said There is nothing wrong with him being a fourth-level martial artist.

Seeing Uncle Li turning around with a smile at this moment, Li Yang also returned to the kitchen to cook and eat the food delivered today, and then changed his strategy and prepared to practice at home temporarily.

The fact that others mistakenly thought he was missing and sent people to look for him when he was immersed in cultivation this time gave him a warning, so he decided to wait until the report was made, otherwise he would not be considered missing again and searched.

Just when he was finishing his meal, Uncle Li came in with a piece of monster meat that contained surging energy. Li Yang took it with a smile and chatted with the kind old man for a while before putting the stuff into the kitchen with emotion.

He knew that the meat containing energy was actually a kind of test. The energy contained in the meat was prepared for the fourth level martial artist. People with lower strength than this level could not digest this level of energy.

So Uncle Li could use this to judge whether he had really broken through to the fourth heaven, but Li Yang naturally didn't care and would eat as much as he came.

After he took his things back, he walked directly to his stone house.

The light inside the house was a little dim, and the sunlight came in through the narrow windows, forming several golden light pillars in which dust slowly danced. The ground is paved with flat stone slabs. Although it has been tempered by years, it is still solid. There are some shallow lines on the stone slab, perhaps the footprints left by former residents, or perhaps the traces of time passing by quietly.

Facing the door is a simple stone table. The top is slightly rough, but it exudes a rustic beauty. The four corners of the stone table are slightly worn, as if they have witnessed countless conversations and thoughts. An old oil lamp was placed on the table, with dried oil remaining in the lamp, as if waiting to be lit again to illuminate this silent space. There is a small inkstone next to it. The ink on the inkstone has dried up. The brush is placed sideways with its hair a little stiff, as if it is recalling the time when it was used to splash ink.

In the corner of the stone house stood a simple bookshelf, made of rough wood and filled with yellowing books. The paper of the book has become fragile, and the writing on the spine is a little blurry, but you can still feel the wisdom and history contained in it. Picking up a book gently and turning the pages, a breath of antiquity hits your face, as if you have traveled through time and space and are having a spiritual dialogue with the ancients.

There is a wooden bed against the wall. The bed frame is made of strong wood and carved with simple patterns. There was a worn-out straw mat on the bed, and a thin quilt placed on the straw mat. The color of the quilt has faded and the patches are scattered here and there, but you can still imagine that someone once slept peacefully on this bed and spent peaceful nights.

There are some simple decorations hanging on the walls of the stone house, including a landscape painting. Although it has faded, the delicate brushwork and profound artistic conception can still be seen. There is an old sword next to it. The pattern on the scabbard has been blurred, but the sword still exudes a majestic atmosphere, as if it is telling the glory and glory of the past.

There is a fire pit in the center of the house, with some ashes piled up inside, as if recalling the warmth of the fire. There is a black iron pot hanging above the fire pit. The edges of the pot are somewhat worn, as if it has witnessed countless cooking times. There are several pottery dishes next to them. There are simple patterns on the dishes. Although they are simple, they are full of the flavor of life.

The whole stone house was filled with an old smell, a bit simple, but Li Yang didn't care.

When he succeeds in cultivation, everything will be ready. Now the most important thing is to create the technique, and he will not waste time because of these trivial matters.

He sat cross-legged on the bed at home and began to think about other methods of practice.

Although the warrior fighting spirit has been cultivated, there is still spiritual energy behind it, and the soul power has not yet been cultivated. It is just a good opportunity to directly create these two extraordinary roads by myself.

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While Li Yang was practicing, time passed by and early winter arrived in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Li Yang opened the door and entered the courtyard, and suddenly saw that the scenery in the courtyard had changed.

In the early winter morning, the small courtyard seemed to be shrouded in a quiet veil.

The ground in the yard was covered with a light layer of frost, shining with silver light in the faint morning light, like scattered diamonds. The grass between the gaps between the stone slabs was slightly bent by the frost, but it still showed a hint of green.

Several old trees stand in the corner of the yard, with their bare branches stretching to the sky, as if telling the story of the years. Occasionally, a withered yellow leaf falls, swirling gently, and falls on the frosty ground, making a slight sound.

The stone benches and tables in the courtyard were also decorated with frost, making them look particularly cold. The silence from last night seemed to still remain on the stone bench, waiting for someone to break the silence. In the flowerpots placed on the stone table, several broken flower branches trembled slightly in the cold wind, but still stubbornly displayed their former beauty.

Beside the fence of the yard, some neat firewood is stacked, adding a touch of warmth to this cold early winter. Above the wall, a few strands of withered yellow vines hung feebly, swaying gently in the morning breeze.

In the corner of the small courtyard, an old bucket stood quietly, with a few crystal water drops hanging on the wall of the bucket, which were formed by the condensation of the remaining water vapor from last night in the early winter morning. The entire courtyard exudes a quiet and slightly bleak beauty in the early winter morning.

"The Spirit Warrior Cultivation Method and the Soul Warrior Cultivation Method have been created. It's time to go to the back mountain to have a look."

Li Yang looked at the courtyard that had entered Chudong in the blink of an eye, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

After more than ten days of seclusion, he had prepared all his various skills. It was time to enter the valley to practice hard before the first test.

The spiritual energy in the back mountain is strong and it is a good place for spiritual practice. This is why many Li family members are willing to go to the back mountain.

Li Yang is naturally willing to go.

"But the valley was found out last time, so we have to choose a different place."

Li Yang murmured in his heart, but he did not rush to the valley to practice. Instead, he went to tell Uncle Li and told him the approximate location of the activities in the back mountain. With Uncle Li's smile, he turned around and strode to the back mountain. .

After entering the back mountain, Li Yang chose a small path and walked in.

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In the morning light of early winter, a valley sleeps quietly, like a corner forgotten by time. The valley is filled with a thin layer of mist, floating slowly like a veil, adding a hazy beauty to this mysterious land.

At the entrance of the valley, two rows of tall trees stood quietly like loyal guards. The leaves have fallen away, leaving only the bare branches, trembling slightly in the cold wind. A layer of crystal frost flowers hangs on the branches, like silver tassels, shining faintly in the morning light. These frost flowers seem to be masterpieces of nature, each one is unique and has different shapes. Some are like small petals, some are like slender needles, and some are like crystal clear gems, exuding a mysterious and charming brilliance.

Walking slowly along the path in the valley, the ground under your feet is hard and cold. The ground is covered with a thin layer of frost, like a white carpet, which makes a slight "creep" sound when stepped on. The grass beside the road is also covered with frost flowers. The originally withered yellow grass leaves were now wrapped in frost flowers, as if they were wearing a layer of silver armor. Occasionally, you can see some wild flowers that have not yet faded in the grass. They look even more beautiful and beautiful against the frost. The frost flowers on the petals are as transparent as crystal, as if they are decorations carefully carved by nature.

On both sides of the valley are steep peaks covered with snow. In the morning light, the snow sparkles with dazzling light, like countless diamonds inlaid on the mountain. The outline of the mountain is looming in the mist, like a huge ink painting. The air in the valley is particularly fresh, with a hint of coolness and a faint scent of grass and trees. Take a deep breath, as if you can feel the purity and tranquility of nature.

Continue to walk deeper into the valley, a clear stream gurgles. Covered by frost flowers, the stream water appears clearer and more transparent. The stones and water plants at the bottom of the stream are clearly visible, as if they are a microscopic world magnified countless times. The trees by the stream droop their branches, and the frost flowers on the leaves gently fall in the breeze, like snowflakes. The frost flowers that fall into the stream melt instantly, turning into small ripples that spread around.

The woods in the valley are particularly quiet. The trees are tall and straight, and the trunks are covered with traces of time. The frost flowers on the branches are like strings of silver bells, swaying gently in the wind, making crisp sounds. The ground in the woods is covered with fallen leaves, which are also covered with a layer of frost flowers. These fallen leaves seem to be a picture scroll of nature, each with unique colors and textures. Some are golden yellow, like bright sunshine; some are reddish brown, like burning flames; some are dark purple, like the mysterious night sky. The frost flowers on the fallen leaves add a cool beauty to them, which makes people sigh at the magic and beauty of nature.

Deep in the valley, there is a small lake. The surface of the lake is as calm as a mirror, reflecting the surrounding peaks and trees. The lake is covered with a thin layer of ice, and the frost flowers on the ice are like blooming flowers, in various shapes and forms. The lake is surrounded by a withered yellow grassland, and the frost flowers on the grassland are shining silver under the sunlight. At the edge of the grassland, a few lonely reeds swayed in the cold wind, and the frost on the reeds was like white clouds, light and beautiful.

The frosted valley was a peaceful and beautiful world.

"This is better than the last valley."

Li Yang came from outside the valley, looked at the beautiful valley in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and found a place to sit cross-legged with some joy in his expression. He was not afraid of the cold, and sat directly on the ground to practice the skills he had comprehended.

Now that he has cultivated fighting spirit and spiritual power, he is naturally not afraid of the cold.

"Well, the spiritual energy in the back mountain is indeed abundant, and the speed of cultivation is faster." (End of this chapter)