Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

"But how many fatal disasters will such bones bring?"

The scene suddenly changed, and the third scene unfolded like a bloody scroll. The eight or nine-month-old kid was lying on the carved bed, curiously staring at the silver bell in front of him. The young woman who was taking care of him suddenly closed the door and locked it. When she turned around, a fierce look flashed in her eyes. In her hand, she was holding not a lullaby, but a silver knife engraved with runes.

"Auntie, Hao'er wants to find his daddy." The little one stretched out his hand in a baby voice, but was held down by the young woman. The sound of the silver knife cutting through the air was extremely harsh, and it was particularly clear in the silent house. The moment the blade cut into the chest, the baby's crying stopped abruptly, leaving only a faint gasp.

"Don't scream!" The young woman gritted her teeth, and the silver knife drew a perfect arc on her chest. "Your cousin was born with double pupils, which should have been his destiny, but you, a bastard, robbed him of his chance!" The blood dyed the quilt red, and the little boy's eyes gradually lost their luster, but he still stubbornly reached out and tried to grab the corner of the young woman's clothes, "Auntie, it hurts."

The villagers of Shi Village were already in tears. Shi Meng's hand, which was tightly holding the bone knife, was bleeding. The blood seeping from between his fingers dripped onto the ground, scorching the blue bricks. Liu picked up the cloth shoes that the little one had dropped, trembling, and pressed them against her face, crying silently. Even the most naughty Hu Wa hid behind a tree, his shoulders twitching.

"It turns out that the little boy's supreme bone was dug away by his aunt." Shi Yunfeng choked up and suddenly coughed violently, with blood stains on his handkerchief. "Back then, his parents came to the village with the bloody child in their arms, saying that they had encountered bandits. But they didn't know that it was actually a betrayal by their closest relatives."

The little guy stared blankly at his dying self in the picture, and suddenly reached out to touch the third picture. As soon as his fingertips touched the silver knife in the picture, the whole picture suddenly shook violently, and countless blood beads splashed out of the picture, turning into cold tears when they fell into his palm.

"Why. Why did you dig my bones?" He turned and looked at Jiang Han, his eyes full of despair, "Did Haoer do something wrong?"

Jiang Han squatted down and gently wiped the tears from the child's face: "You are not wrong, it is this world of the jungle that is wrong." He pointed at the young woman who took the supreme bone in the picture, "But you see, there is a bone-eating curse engraved on her knife, which means that she also knows that forcibly transplanting the supreme bone will be punished by heaven." In the picture, the young woman's hand was suddenly burned by bone light, and twisted black lines appeared on her wrist, which was a sign of backlash from heaven.

Shi Mingyuan suddenly pointed at the third picture and exclaimed: "Look! The wound on the little one's chest is glowing!" In the picture, the little one's blood dripped on the bed sheet and condensed into a golden lotus. The petals were engraved with ancient runes, which were the fragments of the Qingmu Sword Art left by the God of Willow.

"This is the self-protection instinct of the Supreme Bone." Jiang Han explained, "Although your bone was taken away, it left a mark of its origin. Now the power of the Zhenzhen Fruit in your body is merging with this mark. In the future, you will not only be able to take back your own bone, but also create a more powerful magic."

The little guy nodded, not quite understanding, and suddenly reached out to hug Jiang Han's neck: "Master, I want to become stronger, I want revenge!" His voice was tearful, but extremely firm, "I want to let that lady know that anyone who steals Hao'er's bones will pay the price!"

The lightning-struck tree suddenly roared, the spiral golden pattern on the trunk lit up, and a green light was injected into the little one's brow. Jiang Han knew that this was the last gift from the Willow God - to engrave the introductory chapter of the Qingmu Sword Technique into the child's sea of ​​consciousness. In the distance, the ancestral tripod of Shi Village resonated again, and the Suanni totem on the tripod wall actually overlapped with the golden pattern on the little one's chest, forming a golden shield.

"Remember, revenge is not the goal, protection is the responsibility." Jiang Han stood up and looked at the gradually fading scene. "Your parents entrusted you to Shi Village in the hope that you could grow up in this pure land. Now, what we have to do is to make sure that those who hurt you never dare to approach again."

He suddenly looked up at the starry sky. Seven stars in the direction of Orion were reorganizing to form a pattern of a lion howling at the sky. The system prompt sounded again, and the progress bar of the after-sales task was slowly advancing. After witnessing his life story, the development degree of the little one's Tremor-Tremor Fruit quietly increased by 5%.

"Master, what can I do now?" The little guy wiped his tears and looked at the gravel on the ground. His eyes suddenly lit up. He squatted down, put his palm on the largest piece of stone, and whispered: "Shake, shake!"

The stone suddenly made a buzzing sound, and fine cracks appeared on its surface. The next moment, the entire stone flew into the air like a living thing, spinning above the little guy's head. With each rotation, it shrank a circle, and finally became a fist-sized flying blade with spiral vibration lines all over the blade.

"Good job!" Jiang Han applauded. "This is the basic application of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit - shattering an object and then reassembling it to give it the ability to cut." He casually threw out a willow leaf, which froze in mid-air. "Try to chop it with your flying blade."

The little guy held his breath and focused, and pointed his finger. The flying blade shot out like lightning, and at the moment when the willow leaf was about to fall to the ground, it precisely split the leaf in the middle of the vein. What was even more magical was that the split willow leaf did not fall, but was suspended in the air, with a faint glow at the broken end, as if it was fixed by some force.

The villagers uttered suppressed exclamations. Shi Yunfeng wiped away the tears from his eyes and smiled with relief: "Little one, do you know? On the day you were born, the lightning-struck tree suddenly emitted a green light, covering the entire Shi Village. Now it seems that it was the Willow God who foreshadowed your arrival."

As the night deepened, the little one fell asleep on Jiang Han's shoulder, still holding the flying blade tightly in his palm. Jiang Han carried the child towards the stone house. When passing by the lightning-struck tree, a drop of golden blood suddenly seeped out of the crack on the trunk and fell on the little one's forehead, merging with the blue light of the Zhenzhen Fruit to form a small vortex.

He knew that after this night, Shi Village would no longer be peaceful. The exposure of Little Bit's background meant that the secret of the Supreme Bone would eventually spread, and those forces hidden in the dark would soon follow the smell of blood. But at this moment, looking at the sleeping face of the child in his arms, he suddenly felt that all the challenges were worth it - because this child would eventually become the Emperor of Desolate Heaven who swept across the heavens, and he would be his first guide.

The mountain wind swept by, and the new buds of the lightning-struck wood stretched in the night wind, and each leaf reflected the sleeping posture of the little one. Jiang Han suddenly chuckled, thinking of the record in the system database: Shi Hao, the emperor of the wilderness, lost the supreme bone in his childhood, but rose in adversity and eventually became the savior who quelled the dark turmoil. And he was holding these little hands and walking towards that magnificent future. That night, the bonfire in Shi Village did not go out until dawn. The villagers sat together, listening to Shi Mingyuan telling the legend of the ancient supreme, and watching the little one unconsciously vibrate the air, making the sparks spell out the words "father and mother" in the air. No one noticed that the roots of the lightning-struck wood were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The roots were wrapped with half of the jade pendant that the little one dropped that year. At this moment, it was absorbing the power of the Zhenzhen Fruit, and gradually revealing a complete Suanni totem.

When the first ray of sunlight shone on Shicun, the little guy opened his eyes and found a light golden pattern on his palm, which looked like a shattered stone mill. He chuckled and turned to Jiang Han and said, "Master, I dreamed of the Willow God. She said that my bones are in the stars. When I learn how to shatter the starry sky, I can take them home."

Jiang Han looked into the child's clear eyes and suddenly realized that inheritance is never a gift from the strong to the weak, but the passing of the spark of hope through time. The lines on the child's palm are both the mark of scars and the beginning of a new life - just like a lightning-struck wood that sprouts tougher new buds after being split.

The story continues. The child whose Supreme Bone was dug out is holding the power of the Zhenzhen Fruit, and under the protection of Jiang Han, he is embarking on his own legendary journey step by step. The morning of Shi Village is full of unknown hope and challenges because of the existence of this child, and everything will be reborn in the shock.

"How do you feel after watching it?" Jiang Han's voice was like frost-soaked iron, emitting a cold light in the quiet night of Shi Village. He looked at the little one's red eyes and thought of the blood flower exploding on the baby's chest in the picture just now - that was supposed to be the supreme bone of Emperor Huang Tian, ​​but it was cut out by his closest relatives in the cradle.

The little guy's knuckles turned white as he pinched the corner of his clothes, and his nails almost sank into his palms: "Master, that baby was me, right? Why can't I remember what my father and mother look like?" He looked up at Jiang Han, with tears still hanging on his eyelashes, reflecting the swaying fluorescence of the top of the lightning-struck wood.

"Because you were hurt too badly at that time," Jiang Han's voice softened, and his fingertips brushed across the little one's forehead, where the green light given by the Willow God still remained. "A person's soul is like the annual rings of a tree struck by lightning. Where it has been severely injured, it will always leave scars that will never heal." He suddenly looked up at the starry sky, and the starlight of Orion happened to fall on the tip of the little one's hair. "But scars can also become the hardest armor."

Shi Yunfeng held up the bronze wine cup with trembling hands, and the wine reflected the bloody scene that had not yet dissipated in the void: "Benefactor, why don't the little one's parents appear in the picture? Could it be that they..." He swallowed the words back when they reached his lips, and his turbid eyes stared at the rolling mountain and river patterns on Jiang Han's sleeves.

"They went where they should go." Jiang Han waved his hand, and two new pictures appeared like a blood moon rising into the sky. In the first picture, a young man covered in blood stood in the yellow sand, with a golden spear dripping with blood. At his feet were seven corpses of old men, each with a Suan Ni pattern branded on his chest - that was the symbol of the Stone Clan's branch.

"Zi Ling, you are crazy!" In the picture, the last old man knelt on the ground holding a broken scepter, with a deep wound on his forehead caused by the spear. "You are the leader of the younger generation of the Stone Clan. Why do you want to destroy your future for a baby?"

"Future?" Shi Ziling's laughter was colder than the night wind in the desert. The golden spear spun in his palm, and the tip of the spear lifted the opponent's chin. "When you held my son down and cut his chest with a silver knife, did you ever think about his future?" He suddenly raised his head and howled. His black hair instantly became gilded, and the shadow of a lion appeared behind him. "Today, I, Shi Ziling, want to let the entire Shi clan know that anyone who dares to touch my son will be killed no matter how far away he is!"

The moment the spear fell, the scene suddenly switched. In the second scene, in the dim stone house, a one-armed old man was wiping a large bow. The bow was engraved with the Zhenhu totem, and a few golden animal hairs were wrapped around the bowstring. Shi Ziling and his wife knelt on the ground, with half a blood-stained jade talisman in front of them. The four cinnabar characters "Ancient Divine Mountain" on the talisman were oozing blood.

"Dad, this is the last clue," said Shi Ziling's wife Qin Yining, holding the unconscious kid in her arms, with the child's blood on her clothes. "Even if there is a real beast guarding the holy medicine in the sacred mountain, we have to go there!"

The one-armed old man suddenly smashed the wine bowl, and the pieces of the bowl formed a Big Dipper pattern on the ground. "Do you know that the black fog outside the sacred mountain can corrode even the strong men in the Inscription Realm into bones?" He pointed at the golden spear on Shi Ziling's waist. "Back then, I lost an arm to bring out a few drops of True Hound's blood from the sacred mountain. You..."

"If you don't go, Hao'er will really have no chance." Shi Ziling interrupted his father and plunged his spear into the ground. The spear trembled and made a dragon roar. "When his supreme bone was dug out, I didn't even hear his cry. Even if I die in the sacred mountain this time, I will bring him back the hope of rebirth."

The scene finally freezes in the early morning of Shi Village. Shi Ziling and his wife stand in front of the lightning-struck tree. In the morning mist, the shadow of the Willow God suddenly emerges from the charred tree trunk and nods to them. Qin Yining puts the baby in the swaddling clothes next to the tree roots. In the swaddling clothes is half a jade pendant engraved with a Suan Ni pattern, and the jade pendant is stained with her blood - it is the life-saving amulet planted for the child with her own blood.

"So they didn't want the little one..." Shi Shoushan's wife Liu suddenly burst into tears, not even noticing the needle and thread piercing her palm, "They knew they were going to die, so they entrusted the child to the Willow God!"

Shi Mingyuan, the old priest of Shi Village, suddenly pointed at the second picture and exclaimed: "Look! The jade pendant on Shi Ziling's waist and the half piece in the little one's swaddling clothes can be pieced together to form a complete Suan Ni totem!" He took out the family tree from his arms tremblingly. On the yellowed paper, eight ancient characters "Heaven's destiny will split the sky and shake the earth" were written below the Suan Ni totem.

The little guy suddenly threw himself into Jiang Han's arms, his fingertips tightly grasping his clothes: "Master, I miss my father and mother..." His voice was muffled in the cloth, with a child's unique nasal tone, "Are they still looking for the holy medicine in the ancient sacred mountain? Are they trapped by the real beast?"

Jiang Han gently patted the child's back, feeling his violent heartbeat: "Disciple, do you know why the ancient sacred mountain is called the sacred mountain?" He looked at the lightning-struck tree, the spiral golden patterns on the trunk were absorbing the little one's tears, "Because every inch of land there is flowing with the blood of ancient beasts. The blood of the real beast that your father brought out that year was actually caused by the residual breath of the supreme bone in your body - your bone has never really left you."

The little guy raised his head suddenly, a glimmer in his eyes: "Just like the willow god can grow new buds after being split?" He touched the cracks on the lightning-struck wood, where golden sap had seeped out and condensed into tiny bone pieces under the moonlight, "My bones will also be reborn in the vibration, right?" (End of this chapter)