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On top of the one hundred meter cliff, a youngster in linen clothes was carrying a basket on his back. He was happily holding a tiny, delicate, jet-blue flower that he had just dug out with a small shovel.

If you looked closely, the blue flowers with their green leaves were wrapped in a halo of yellow heartwire, half exposed, and delicate and beautiful.

"Whew, I found another star flower." When I go back, I can help father and uncles make some hemostatic drugs. " The youth carefully placed the Star Flower in the medicinal basket on his back and casually wiped away the sweat stains on his forehead.

He was about twelve or thirteen years old, and his body was five feet long. He wore a yellow linen jacket, and on his waist was an exquisite golden bell. From time to time, the crisp ring of a bell could be heard.

Putting aside the dirt and mud stains on her small white face, a pair of chestnut eyes were embedded under her eyebrows. Sometimes they were simple, and sometimes they were deep enough to make people feel dreamy.

He casually patted the dirt off his clothes, and the dust on his clothes made the boy cough. After muttering a few sentences, the boy quickly climbed to the top of the cliff while touching some strange looking branches that were embedded in the cliff.

Sitting cross-legged on the green grass, with his hands supporting his chin, the young man frowned slightly. "Sigh, why is it that I can't enter the cycle of reincarnation, yet another strange world?"

A cool breeze blew past, blowing his shoulder-length black hair into a disarray. He stretched out his hand to stroke the first few strands of hair on his forehead. "The Divine Lamp has been extinguished by the wind. The six paths of reincarnation are difficult to complain to." The youth sighed, "What's the use of thinking so much?"

Shaking his little head, the youth stood up with his feet touching each other and his arms hanging down. A pair of phoenixes stared evenly at the sky outside the cliff.

Taking a deep breath, the youth bent his body down again and pressed both hands on the ground, using all his strength to bend his body forward.

Like a crouching tiger, his hands first moved left and right forward, and at the same time, his feet slightly moved back, doing his best to stretch his waist. At the same time, the youth lifted up his handsome little face, opened his mouth, and let out a roar, just like the roar of a tiger in the forest, causing the birds in the woods below the cliff to fly far away.

"..."

The youth was like a tiger, valiant and valiant but tough; or like a bear, fierce and heavy, light and agile; or like a black ape, quick and agile but containing great strength; or like a deer, serene but not lacking in sensitivity; or like a white crane, wings spread wide but strong and sturdy.

After approximately two hours, the youth exhaled a long breath of foul air, seeming to have finally completed this boxing style of body technique.

"Phew, the Five Birds drama that I came up with two lifetimes ago is truly mysterious. Now that I have practiced for more than ten years, even if my body and meridians cannot compare with the peak Houtian realm that Uncle and the rest had mentioned, I reckon that they are not far from it. " The youth casually wiped the sweat off his face as he muttered to himself.

A set of Five Birds of a Art was developed by the youth two lifetimes ago when he was observing the postures of tigers, deer, bears, apes, and cranes. It absorbed the spirit energy of heaven and earth, strengthening the meridian expansion technique.

"Right now, my Eight Trigrams Disperse Hands have reached perfection. In my previous life, I also absorbed some of the essence from the Five Birds' drama, mimicking tigers, deer, bears, apes, and cranes to create this Five Birds' Eight Trigrams Hands." The youth lowered his head and muttered, "Although it can't be compared to a secret Immortal technique, it should still be considered a top tier martial art."

The third generation youth had many secrets that no one knew. This Eight Trigrams Free Hand was something that he had learned in his previous life, and was revered as one of the three Internal Martial Arts in his previous life.

At less than fifty years of age, he had already reached great mastery. Then, by a stroke of inspiration, he fused his Five Birds of a Art into the Gossip Hand and created the Five Birds of the Eight Trigrams Hands.

As it was his third reincarnation, Five Birds of a Art and Eight Trigrams Free Hand had both reached perfection, with no flaws. Amongst the Five Birds of the Eight Trigrams, only the Crane Fist was unsatisfactory, as if something was missing.

"En, don't think too much about it. I think it's best if you punch once and hurry back home. Otherwise, mother will worry about you again." The youth looked up at the setting sun and muttered to himself.

Standing still, his shoulders hanging down, the youth closed his eyes and was silent for a moment.

If someone was around, they would be surprised to find that the youth's body was faintly discernible, as if he was the heavens, he was the earth, he was the grass, he was the rock, and he had already fused with the world.

At the same time, his palms formed into fists. When he raised them to his chest, he immediately flipped them over and changed his palm once again. His fingers bent slightly, pressing forward fiercely like a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey.

Then his left foot stepped forward nimbly and his left foot followed the ankle of his right foot. When he touched the ground, his right hand moved along his chest to his neck and reached forward as if he was taking something out. His palm formed a hook.

"..."

The Five Birds Eight Trigrams Hands seemed simple, but it had truly become complicated and simple, returning to its original state. Every move and attack was flawless, melting into nature.

Swift Steps like a dragon swimming in the air, twisting and turning the palm art illusions into endless forms, swinging and walking in circles, all the eight positions of the palm art, eight steps in a circle, pushing, supporting, covering, chopping, knocking, moving, cutting, holding, twisting and drilling, dodging the slant of a positive strike, forming a circle with points, following and coming to an end.

The tigers were as fierce as a tiger; the deer was as agile as a deer; the bear was as heavy as a bear; the ape was as agile as a black ape; the bird stretched and flew like a hawk.

It could attack, defend, attack, or defend. If someone who had mastered the Dao was present, perhaps he would be able to discover that this youth's fist technique had some innate state to it.

Even though he said that, in the end, he was just a mountain child in a small village in Nanxiong's Xuzhou.

A human youth had been reborn in this chaotic Immortal world.

As the Medical Saint Hua Tuo who saved countless people, he was kind and benevolent. He carried a precious golden bell and tasted all the precious plants and poisons in the world.

He was reborn as the second son of the Patriarch of the Eight Trigrams Palm, Dong Mingqiang. He had mastered the art of the Eight Trigrams Palm and had returned to its original nature. However, he had been able to walk the world with a sense of righteousness because he had seen the world cold and warm for two lifetimes.

III had changed to a peasant from a remote village in Qingyang Village. He had picked up an abandoned baby and named it Qingyang. He couldn't figure out what the heavens' will was for, especially since he was born in this third life, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

It was just like what the youth had said before. The lamp was extinguished by the wind, and the six paths of reincarnation were filled with bitterness. This was a cycle of the Heavenly Daos, a cycle of karma and reincarnation. How could it be comprehended by him?

"It's not early yet, it's time for me to go home. Otherwise, mother would scold me again." Qingyang pursed his lips, and a warm smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

He climbed down the cliff like a little ape and ran towards the village.