C2 Trouble of Paralysis

Xinwu Great Continent, Baiann Country Ye City.

"Old master, let's go and take a look. The second young master is in pain again. " An old woman hastily ran from the inner hall to a middle-aged man who was sitting in front of the guests in the outer hall and said anxiously.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his expression changed slightly. He stood up and cupped his fists at the people sitting on both sides. He said, "Everyone, Po is in pain. I will go and take a look. As for the things that we talked about just now, you can discuss with the Great Elder. "

Everyone quickly stood up and cupped their fists in return. "Sect Master Ye, there's no need to be so polite. The second young master's illness is more important. Quickly go and take a look. If you need anything, just let us know. "

Swoosh!

A burst of laughter sounded from behind the screen. Immediately, a little girl's head popped out and said with a laugh: "You're not doctors, can I ask you to treat my second brother's illness?"

"Nonsense! Wan, these are all senior uncles of yours. Don't be rude. Why aren't you going to the inner hall to visit your second brother? What are you doing here? Be careful of the family rules later!" The middle-aged man glared at the little girl, then once again cupped his fists towards the crowd. " Everyone, please don't blame me. My daughter was spoiled by me on normal days. Please forgive me. "

Everyone hurriedly said, "What are you talking about? Sect Master Ye is being serious. "

The middle-aged man lightly nodded towards the crowd, then turned around and walked towards the inner hall.

The inner hall.

"Er. . . Er. . . " A little boy about eight years old curled up in the corner of the bed, covered in a thick blanket and covered in sweat. He moaned in pain. Sweat drenched the boy's long hair that was scattered on his shoulder. Drops of bean-sized sweat dripped down the ends of his hair onto the blanket. The blanket that was wrapped around his body was soaked in sweat. A few old women and maids with worried expressions stood in the room, anxiously and helplessly pacing back and forth.

"Po, how is it? I just did it the day before yesterday. Why did I do it again today?" The middle-aged man quickly walked to the front of the bed and asked with concern. He put his hand on the boy's right wrist. He could not help frowning and asked the crowd angrily, "What's going on? Po's pain today is even worse than the day before. It was supposed to be autumn, so it must have been caused by the cold wind. Mother Wang, how did you take care of Po?"

Everyone was shocked. An old woman quickly stood up and explained, "In reply to the old master, the second young master has been under my care for the past few days. I know the second young master's illness, so I specially added a few clothes and two sets of bedding to the second young master. It shouldn't be possible for the wind to get cold!"

The middle-aged man was just about to flare up when the boy at the corner of the bed held on to the intense pain, gritted his teeth, and said in pain, "Father. . . It's not related to. . . Mother Wang's matter, I. . . Was careless. "

The middle-aged man looked at the boy's pale and painful expression and temporarily suppressed the anger in his heart. He fiercely glared at Mother Wang and said, "Mother Wang, go and call Madam over. "

When Mother Wang heard this, she hurriedly retreated as if she had received amnesty.

At this time, the boy's pain seemed to have eased as his eyelids gradually sank. He fell into the middle-aged man's arms and fell into a deep sleep. The middle-aged man gently placed the boy on the bed and was just about to stretch out a clean and unusually thick quilt.

"Po, Po," a luxuriously dressed middle aged woman came in, crying.

"Lower your voice. Po is much better now. He just fell asleep. Don't wake her up!" The middle-aged man scolded her.

"My poor Po. He just had an episode the other day. Why did he have an episode today?" The woman said in a low voice.

"Sigh, I wonder what sin I, Ye Xiuren, committed in my previous life. The heavens want to punish my son like this. " The middle-aged man stood up and sighed helplessly.

"Little Qing, I want to discuss something with you. In three days, it will be Po's eighth birthday. I want him to cultivate the heart technique and become Martial Cultivator. " Ye Xiuren said.

"Martial Cultivator? It's not like you don't know about Po's physique. Do you think he hasn't suffered enough?" The woman lowered her voice and said angrily.

"Madam, don't worry. Let me explain. Po's paralysis was caused by a cold and damp disease when he was born. Every time it was rainy or cold, it would flare up. His whole body was in extreme pain. His limbs were curled up and stiff. The pain was unbearable. All these years, I've been begging for a famous doctor everywhere. I have also bought a lot of precious medicinal herbs, but Po's illness still did not improve. There was even a trend of gradually worsening. Even Qi Mu, who was known as the number one Elemental Soul in Baiann Country, couldn't help but feel helpless after seeing it. He said that if he didn't find a way to save Po, Po's life might not be able to last until he was fifteen years old. "

At this point, the woman's face became uglier and uglier. She looked at the sleeping boy and couldn't help but tear up again.

"Madam, listen to me first," Ye Xiuren hurriedly advised. "Po's weakness in the Innate Morality caused the three evils to enter his body and cause his paralysis. Martial Cultivator, on the other hand, cultivated the essence, Qi, and God Qi to undergo body transformation. I don't want Po to have the courage to reach the Soul Forming. However, I hope that he can use this to alleviate the pain of his illness and get through this tribulation. I have no regrets. "

"If he becomes Martial Cultivator, will he be able to cure Po's illness?" The woman asked urgently.

"Sigh. . . " Ye Xiuren sighed and answered, "I am just guessing. But what other good ideas could he have? Even if Martial Cultivator could not cure Po's illness, at least he could relieve the pain when he acted up. Furthermore, Martial Cultivator was only cultivating his mental cultivation method, so he did not need to suffer too much physical torture. Just don't let him cultivate the martial technique. I hope this method of mine will have some effect. "

The woman's eyes reddened again. She didn't say anything. She just silently nodded.

What the couple didn't know was that at this moment, the boy called Ye Po was lying on the bed. He had woken up, but every time he woke up, his eyelids would sink for a period of time. His limbs were stiff and he couldn't move. He simply closed his eyes and listened to his parents' conversation. When his father mentioned Martial Cultivator, Ye Po did not feel anything in his heart. He already knew that he could not live past fifteen years old.

This was because he had a problem with his eyelids becoming heavy after he acted up. He knew in his heart that even if he could not move, he could not. This also allowed him to eavesdrop on a lot of secrets. It was just that none of the secrets were good news.

Ye Po had been suffering from paralysis since he was young. He was most sensitive to changes in the outside world such as cold and dampness. He could not even take a bite of raw fruits and vegetables. Every time when he felt the pain, it was as if he was bitten by an ant. The pain of numbness in his limbs made him want to crawl into a fire pit. This made his young mind resist any physical exhaustion, and he had no interest in cultivation at all.

After enduring the pain all year long, Ye Po's mind gradually became firm and patient. However, when he heard his father say that Martial Cultivator might be able to cure or relieve the pain, Ye Po still felt excited in his heart. He could not help but swear to himself that he must work hard to cultivate for himself and for his parents.

He knew that his father had a strong personality. Although he was usually stern and reserved, in order to treat his father, he had handed most of the matters in the Martial Soul Sect, which his great-grandfather had personally established, to the elders and his elder brother. He was wholeheartedly looking for famous doctors for himself.

There was once when his father personally went to the outer seas to hunt for sea Beast Spirits, and took their Beast Souls to treat Ye Po's illness. Ye Po still remembered the moment his father dragged his injured left leg home. The first thing he said was. . . He had obtained the soul of the sea Beast Spirit. Quickly prepare a hundred taels of gold. I want to personally go to the Xiu Cheng and invite Mr. Qi Mu to refine Pos for Po. Every time Ye Po thought of the bloody scar that his father had left on the ground when he returned, he could not help but feel as if his heart was being twisted by a knife.

His mother, on the other hand, had a frown on her face every day. She had occasionally heard her father call out Ye Po's name at night, crying and waking him up several times.

Although Ye Xian was usually busy with internal affairs, he would always spare some time to visit Ye Po every day. Even the naughtiest little sister, Lin Wan, did not dare to be too naughty in front of Ye Po. She was afraid that it would cause Ye Po to lose control of his pain. The family had already broken their hearts for his mother. His parents' care for him had far exceeded his older brother Ye Xian's, and even his younger sister, Ye Wan.

The care and concern of his family had also ignited the stubborn temperament in Ye Po's heart. Sometimes when the paralysis happened, he would lock himself in the house, wrap himself up in the blanket, and hide in the corner of the bed. He endured the pain and did not make a sound. It could be imagined how much perseverance an eight year old child would need to endure in order to do this.

He did not want to continue like this. He secretly swore in his heart: I don't want the protection of father and brother. I want to protect my family! I want to treat my illness! I want to recover! I want Martial Cultivator! I want to become stronger!

Three days later, Martial Soul Sect, Martial Repository Pavilion

Ye Po was wearing a black and white cotton robe personally sewn by his mother. His long black hair, which reached his shoulders, was scattered on his shoulders. He stood in front of his father with a childish face.

"Po, this is the place where the Martial Soul Sect collects the heart sutra and martial skills. It's called the Martial Repository. It's usually guarded by the Fourth Elder. Today is your eighth birthday. Today, I want you to formally cultivate the heart sutra and become a Martial Cultivator. Perhaps this can cure your illness. " Ye Xiuren said to Ye Po in a serious manner.

At this time, a skinny old man with brown hair and a black robe stood beside Ye Xiuren. He smiled and said to Ye Po, "Po, you have to come and play with Fourth Grandpa often. Fourth Grandpa's books are for you to read. "

Ye Po smiled at the Fourth Elder and then looked at Ye Xiuren. He seemed to feel a trace of solemnity in his father's words, and could not help but straighten his hunched back.

"In our world, Martial Cultivator is respected. Of course. . . Martial Cultivator's path is also very difficult. Every living human body has three invisible states: spirit, Qi, and spirit. Martial Cultivator used these three invisible things to cultivate some special heart technique to gradually condense them into tangible Qi. It was called inner energy. With these three types of inner energy, the person's body would become stronger than an ordinary person's. It only has the effect of strengthening the Morality of the human body and strengthening the body. " Speaking up to this point, Ye Xiuren paused for a moment, then the solemn expression on his face disappeared. He whispered to Ye Po, "Po, dad doesn't ask you to learn martial arts. You just need to practice your heart technique and strengthen your body. Okay? "

Ye Po looked at his father's loving gaze and nodded heavily.

Ye Xiuren forced a smile and continued, "Martial Cultivator is divided into twelve levels according to the degree of solidification of the three types of inner energy in his body, from one to twelve. Each level is divided into one level, which is the condensation level, the condensation level, and the condensation level. After that, Martial Cultivator's three types of inner energy gradually merged together to form courage and courage. It was the Soul Cultivator, and only then could he be considered to have stepped into the ranks of the strong. Courage was formed from the three types of inner energy, essence, and spirit. According to the quantity of spirit and spirit, there were twelve different levels in the dantian: Soul Forming, Elemental Soul , Soul Gathering, Soul Consolidating and Soul Refining. Soul Refining, Soul Essence, Soul Guardian, Void Soul. Soul Extinguishing, Soul Birth, and Soul Refinement. Each level was further divided into three levels: Essence, Qi, and Soul. The lowest level was the Soul Forming Essence level, and the Soul Essence level was split into two levels: Soul Essence level, Soul Essence level, Soul Essence level, Soul Essence level, Soul Essence level, Soul Essence level, Soul Essence level, Soul Essence level, Soul Essence level, Soul Essence level, Soul Essence level, and Soul Essence level. Only those above could be considered super experts, and could also be called Saints. The highest level was the Divine Soul Divine Level, and it was also known as the Double Divine Level. At this point, one had reached the peak of the Martial Path, and there was "Double Essence Entering Saint. " There was also the saying "Two Spirits Become Deities. " As one's level increases, the original cultivation techniques will have different degrees of enhancement. " Speaking up to this point, Ye Xiuren stared at Ye Po and slowly said, "Po, The Soul Cultivation Expert is still too far away from you. The most important thing for you right now is Martial Cultivator's treatment. Not to become a strong man with courage. "

"En, Po understands!" Ye Po nodded heavily.

Ye Xiuren smiled and nodded, then said, "Martial Cultivator's heart sutra is divided into six types. They are the entry-level heart sutra, simple heart sutra, Soul Consolidating heart sutra, bitter research heart sutra, extensive heart sutra, and Soul Seizing heart sutra. Among them, the entry-level heart sutra's cultivation speed is the fastest. However, its potential was also the lowest, stopping at the Elemental Soul Divine Level. The highest level heart sutra in our Martial Soul Sect is the Soul Consolidating heart sutra, which is the "Profound Ice Heart sutra" cultivated by your father and your big brother. The highest level can be cultivated to the Soul Refining Divine Level. As for the other mental cultivation methods. . . I won't introduce them to you anymore, Po. I hope you can cultivate the Initiation level mantra, because only then can you quickly condense your inner energy. Get rid of the pain as soon as possible. "

"Don't worry, Father. I will definitely work hard to cultivate it. " Ye Po clenched his fist and said.

"Also, Po. . . You have to remember, a person can only cultivate one heart sutra in his lifetime. Because every mental cultivation method has its own unique aura, once you cultivate one mental cultivation method. . . Your body will have the unique aura of this heart technique. The human body was unable to contain two different auras at the same time. Otherwise, the muscles and bones of the four limbs would be broken. If it is heavy, the body will explode and die. That is to say, after you have cultivated a mental cultivation method. . . You can never cultivate any other mental cultivation method. You must think clearly about the mental cultivation method you want to cultivate. Let Fourth Elder bring you in to choose. Father won't go in. " Ye Xiuren said solemnly, then nodded at Fourth Elder.

Fourth Elder smiled knowingly and said to Ye Po, "Po, let's go in. "

After saying that, he held Ye Po's hand and walked towards the inner hall of the Martial Repository.

The moment Ye Po turned around and walked in, Ye Xiuren's eyes had a trace of moisture in them. However, it was immediately wiped away by him, and his face quickly returned to its usual solemn look.

"Po, don't worry. Dad will definitely cure your illness. You must cultivate your inner energy as well. Let us work together. " Ye Xiuren said to the inner hall softly.