C5 Enemies have a narrow road

On the south side of the village, lakeshore.

Lin Mo stood by the lake and buried his worries deep in his heart.

He did not know if the heavens were joking with him, why did they cripple one of his palms while bestowing him with the most profound of cultivation techniques.

When he recalled how he couldn't hold a teacup steadily and shattered it into pieces this morning, his mother, Mrs Huang, rushed over upon hearing the commotion with a terrified expression. Lin Mo felt a sharp pain in his heart.

His mother was afraid that he would show such a terrified expression because he could not accept the harsh reality.

In order to not let his mother worry about him, Lin Mo could only pretend that nothing had happened. As usual, it was only when he chatted and laughed with his family that his mother's deeply furrowed brows finally relaxed.

But from then on, he became a cripple. How many people could actually act as if nothing had happened?

"Lin Mo, are you willing to live an ordinary life?"

"NO!" Even if I have to cripple one of my hands, I will still rise to prominence! At that time, I will make everyone who looks down on me have a whole new level of respect for me! "

Facing the Ling Bo Lake, Lin Mo clenched his fists and made the most solemn promise he would ever make.

"Since that's the case, I can't continue to be depressed."

As Lin Mo thought, he immediately sat cross legged and began to meditate the Grand Dao Scripture in his mind.

"The Dao can be spoken of, the Dao can be spoken of, the Dao can be spoken of; the name can be called, the name can't be spoken of."

Dao gave birth to one, life gave birth to two, life gave birth to three, life gave birth to three, and so on.

As he meditated on the Grand Dao Scripture, Lin Mo felt as if he was bathing in the most gentle spring wind, and all his worries disappeared with the wind. The one who was left behind was the most magnanimous him, the purest him, the most primordial him, and also the first him.

It could be said that Lin Mo only knew a little about the scripture that he was meditating in, but while he was muddleheaded, he had unknowingly touched the Innate Realm.

When a person was in his mother's womb, he was the closest to being born. Because there was no trouble, no desire, and no pollution from the mundane turbid world.

As soon as he was born and came into contact with the foul air of the secular world, he gradually left the Xiantian Realm. This was because the body would gradually accumulate more and more impurities as it ate and breathed in and out.

If he wanted to cultivate to the Upper Sky Realm again, he would have to remove the impurities, cut off the hair and wash the marrow, and be born anew. It would take a lot of time, and some people would never be able to reach the Innate Realm even if they were poor.

However, humans were born into the Innate Realm. After their birth, they would come into contact with the secular world and regress into the Pre-Sky Realm. Is there any way to keep the Innate Realm?

Of course there were. Merely, other than some extraordinary ancient families, no one else knew of those methods. After all, when the baby was in the womb, you couldn't communicate with it, couldn't teach it how to maintain its innate state.

There was also a common method, which was to let pregnant women eat high grade pellets and heavenly and earthly treasures s. However, the effect was obviously not very good, because the medicinal effect was more effective on the mother's body than the infant's body.

The current Lin Mo had actually comprehended the secrets of Innates before reaching the Innate Realm. This was the mystery of the Grand Dao Scripture!

"To denote is not to denote is not to denote is not to denote is not to denote; to refer to a horse is not a horse is not a horse is not a horse is not a horse is a horse is not a horse. "One finger of heaven and earth, one horse!"

Lin Mo repeatedly recited these words, as though he had suddenly realized something. In his mind, there were countless complex hand gestures. His speed was extraordinarily fast, but he, who was in his best condition, miraculously remembered all the hand gestures in his mind.

After countless complex gestures, all of the gestures turned into a finger …

It was just one finger, pointing to the deer as the horse, turning the black and white upside down, turning the clouds and turning the rain, pointing to the whole world!

"Heaven and Earth Finger!" "Heaven and Earth Finger!"

Lin Mo was overjoyed, and could not help but exclaim.

"Hoh, and here I was wondering who was making such a ruckus. So it was you, the defeated dog. How about it, is the injury done yet, will you leave anything behind? For example, becoming a cripple with only one hand crippled. "

Behind him, a mocking call sounded out.

Lin Mo's body and mind were suddenly disturbed, he immediately recovered from his best state of Innate and turned to see a young man. He could not help but frown deeply.

This person was around twenty years old and had a fierce-looking face; he looked very fierce. On his green and gray clothes, there was a very obvious mark on his chest — a white cloud was embroidered there.

"Someone from the High Clouds Sect?" Lin Mo frowned slightly.

Upon closer inspection, he recognized this person, the Wu Zhi who had beaten him to the point where half his life had been lost a few days ago!

Wu Zhi was the son of a wealthy family in Black Soil Village, and was considered to be one of the more middle-ranking members in the young generation. He was at the same age as Lin Mo, and was also a third level spiritual root, however, his cultivation had already reached the seventh level of Tempering Body, which was three levels higher than Lin Mo.

The two of them set joining the White Cloud Division as their goal, but Wu Zhi's luck was much better than Lin Mo. Before he was fourteen years old, regardless if it was in terms of cultivation or martial arts, Lin Mo had surpassed him. When they were fourteen, which was to say last year, the two of them were still at the third level of the Tempering Body. But who would have thought that three months before the examination, Wu Zhi broke through the fourth level of the Tempering Body in one go and reached the requirements of the White Cloud Division, becoming a disciple of the outer sect.

Although he was only a disciple of the outer sect, he had access to even more profound cultivation techniques and was guided by a master teacher. In just one year, his cultivation had increased by three levels. Compared to how Lin Mo was stuck at the fourth level of Tempering Body for the past year, his improvement was just too huge.

Becoming a disciple of a High Clouds Sect branch in one fell swoop caused Wu Zhi's anger to rise, and when he saw that Lin Mo, who had always suppressed him, was now even more unpleasant to his eyes, and always wanted to find an opportunity to take revenge.

It just so happened that he was the representative for this year's exam, testing those examinees who had come to participate. Seeing that Lin Mo was indeed going to participate in the White Cloud Division's assessment as usual, he discussed this with a Senior Brother. The two secretly changed their order and allowed him to test Lin Mo.

Knowing that all of the participants had signed the life and death agreement, Wu Zhi showed no mercy. Especially the fact that Lin Mo had crawled up after getting beaten several times, which made Wu Zhi even more angry from embarrassment. After Lin Mo fainted and fell to the ground, he was still unwilling to let go.

Fortunately, the villagers who visited the village stopped them in time to avoid a tragedy.

Who would have thought that their enemies would meet today!

Wu Zhi continued to ridicule Lin Mo with cold words: "Lin Mo, others say that your heart is higher than the heavens, I say that you just do not know your own limits. Level three spiritual root, you want to join our White Cloud Division, and you want to use this as an opportunity to enter there. "Hmph, wishful dreaming."

Lin Mo was furious in his heart, he endured his anger and said: "Wu Zhi, don't go too far!"

Wu Zhi laughed, and looked at Lin Mo as if he wanted to look at an idiot, and said: "I'm just bullying you too much, what about it? I wasn't even afraid when you were healthy, let alone now that you're half crippled. "

Wu Zhi was speechless. Lin Mo knew that he was not his match, and could only clench his fist, as he endured.

Seeing that Lin Mo did not say anything, Wu Zhi became even more eager: "Yo, little bastard, why aren't you saying anything? With your little aptitude, I think you will only be able to stay in the Black Soil Village for your entire life. Just like the other villagers, you will only be able to grow land and be a farmer for your entire life. Just like your useless father, who was bullied by others for his entire life! "

Wu Zhi didn't know that his last words had stabbed right into Lin Mo's reverse scale. Lin Mo was a filial son, he could endure what others would do to him. However, if others wanted to insult his parents, that was out of the question!

"You can insult me, but you must not insult my father!"

Lin Mo roared hysterically. With a glare of his eyes, a terrifying aura burst forth. He was like a dormant beast that could charge out at any moment and tear his opponent to shreds!