Chapter 4: The mysterious sarcophagus.

Maybe because many people went outside to watch the fun, Du Shaofu did not meet anyone along the way in the Du family, and went back to the yard where he lived.

In fact, even if Du Shaofu usually meets people from the Du family, even servants, he will not pay attention to the existence of Du Shaofu, the young master of the Du family. Over the years, Du Shaofu has been a transparent existence in the entire Du family.

Although it is a transparent existence, the place where Du Shaofu lives is pretty good. There are very wide yards like the Du family. Only a few respected elders of the Du family are qualified to live.

It was actually due to his father's honor to live in such a yard. If his father had not been the third brother of the current head of the Du family, he would have not had such treatment in recent years. Just by the four words "Young Master of Fool" on his head, it would have been his turn to live in this yard.

Du Shaofu arrived in the yard, and on a backrest rattan chair, a familiar drunk man was sleeping drunk, holding a gourd wine pot in his arms and was reluctant to let go.

"Dad, why are you drunk here again?"

Du Shaofu walked over and looked at the drunk man whose face was covered by his scattered hair. A heartache gaze surged from his clear eyes.

Over the past sixteen years, Du Shaofu's most memory of his father Du Tingxuan is that his father often held a wine pot in the yard and looked at the sky, drinking, and then fell asleep drunk.

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

Du Tingxuan woke up in a daze, raised his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes, sat up from the rattan chair, and as he spoke, there was a smell of alcohol in his mouth. He was taller than Du Shaofu, but he was as thin as that of his scattered hair. He could be seen vaguely from under his scattered hair. If it weren't for the smell of alcohol, he would probably have a very heroic face.

"Dad, I'm not hungry, I'll help you to the room to rest."

Du Shaofu stepped forward to support his father, but Du Tingxuan, who had stood up, blocked his hand, shook the wine pot in his hand, and smiled and said, "No, there is no wine again, I'll go out to buy some wine."

After the words came, Du Tingxuan dragged his drunken body and walked out of the yard with a shaking shaking, leaving Du Shaofu standing quietly in the yard.

From memory, Du Shaofu remembered that the wine pot was something his father never left, and his mother was completely unfamiliar with no memory for Du Shaofu.

After standing quietly for a while, Du Shaofu found a sip of water in the hall and drank it directly back to his room.

In the room, Du Shaofu sat cross-legged, his handprints condensed, and a mysterious aura suddenly surged out of his body. In his palm, it was even more like a secret talisman pattern was about to burst out, and he murmured: "This mysterious move is really not weak, fortunately I just used it a little."

A smile appeared in his clear eyebrows. The one Du Shaofu had just used on the ring that he had learned from the ancient stone tablet in the past ten years, but he only used a little force, so he was even more shocked by the mysterious one.

Only Du Shaofu himself knew best that the mysterious move in the stone tablet can not only restore his martial arts veins, but also cultivate mysterious energy. More importantly, although this is just a move, it is all-encompassing, endlessly changing, extremely wonderful, and very domineering.

But now Du Shaofu has also encountered a rather embarrassing situation. He has a mysterious energy in his body, but he has no realm of cultivation.

Although that move can repair the martial arts and allow the mysterious energy to be cultivated in the body, that move is not a skill after all, and it cannot allow him to have a level of cultivation.

In other words, Du Shaofu now has mysterious energy, but strictly speaking, he is not even a first-level acquired warrior.

The realm of martial artists in this world is divided into acquired martial artists. Innate martial artists can only be considered a true martial artist if they enter the innate level. However, most people may stay at the acquired level for their entire lives and cannot step into the innate level. This shows that even if they can practice, the innate level cannot be reached by any person.

Although he has never been able to practice, he was born in a martial arts family and has not wasted time in recent years. Du Shaofu is also clear about his current situation. The acquired martial arts level is divided into nine levels, but the mysterious energy he has on himself and the mysterious mystery of the mysterious move will be no problem facing the eighth and ninth levels of the acquired level.

"The martial arts vein has been restored a little. Since you can practice it, it is time to go to Zangwu Tower to find a set of martial arts practice tomorrow."

Du Shaofu thought in his mind that he could not know where the moves after the mysterious moves were, and he had no way to practice them. Therefore, at present, he could only practice a set of exercises first so that the realm could be improved.

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

"Continue to understand that mysterious move."

After making a decision in my heart, there was nothing to do every day. Du Shaofu's handprints condensed, his eyes closed slightly, and he began to enter a state of comprehension.

Although I have achieved some minor success in understanding the first form hidden in the ancient stone tablet in ten years, Du Shaofu also knew that he had only achieved some minor success in the mysterious form and had not yet realized the perfect level.

Ten years ago, I was tested for my birth and was unable to achieve anything on the road to martial arts cultivation. This made Du Shaofu unacceptable from the bottom of his heart. He rushed out of the Du family in the storm and came to the stone tablet to vent.

Who knew that a thunder struck the stone tablet. The thunder struck without any obstacles, but the thunder struck the stone tablet as if it was transferred through the thunder struck Du Shaofu.

Three days later, Du Shaofu woke up. During the three days of unconsciousness, he actually entered a wonderful state of comprehension. The thunder struck down, and a mysterious talisman secret pattern appeared in his mind along with the thunder.

At first, Du Shaofu didn't know what those mysterious talisman secret patterns were, but in that wonderful state, Du Shaofu felt as if he had become enlightened. Finally, he learned from it that it was a powerful move, and that mysterious move was actually specially prepared for those who had lost their veins.

The martial arts are divided into first grade to ninth grade, the lowest grade and the highest grade. The higher the martial arts grade, the greater the achievements in the cultivation of martial arts. This is the unchanging law in the world for countless years and also an unchanging fact.

The martial arts that Du Shaofu found were a waste martial arts. It can be said that he could not achieve anything in the martial arts practice at all. It is almost the same to practice some three-legged cat-handle styles to strengthen Johnson and Johnson.

That mysterious move allowed Du Shaofu to see hope from the trough, and to comprehend that move could actually repair the martial arts veins and allow those who have lost the martial arts veins to practice.

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

The full cracks were like dense meridians in the human body, extremely profound and wonderful, and finally they could comprehend and practiced into that mysterious move.

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

After a full ten years, Du Shaofu finally realized the mysterious style, and learned from his understanding that this mysterious style should not be just like this, there should be a second and third styles afterwards. However, there is only the first style in the ancient stone tablet before the Du family.

In the room, as he understood, Du Shaofu gradually entered a state of selflessness……………………

In the early morning, everything was silent. A trace of light from the horizon to the east was carefully soaking the light blue sky. The first ray of sunlight pierced the darkness before dawn, crossed the mountains, crossed the ocean, and finally enveloped 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, as if he had been washed with marrow and slashed with menstruation, and he felt indescribable.

"Crack!"
Chapter completed!