Chapter 1371

Therefore, after seeing the rising dragon, not only did everyone not change their complexion, but they were overjoyed. The steward carefully climbed to one side of the column, measured and recorded the height of the blood column, and then carefully registered it on the white paper under the hand on the table according to the blood type and blood level mentioned by the Flying Leopard.

This is the 19th issue of the identity file of ethnic minority students. In addition to copying a copy from the family's ancestors, we should also rely on today's information. When these children open ancestral halls to worship their ancestors after they grow up, they should report the types of blood to the ancestral tablets of previous dynasties, so as to pray for the protection of the deceased people of the family.

This information is just the beginning of the record of a blood clan.

Maybe Gu Aotian made a good start for his partners. Seven tenths of the next tests were good news.

Most of the young people of the Gu family who are qualified to inherit blood have activated the blood of xiaotianhu. Although the concentration is high and low, the future achievements are still unknown, but they have a high-level blood. As long as they can bear the pain that ordinary people can't bear, their future achievements will be very unusual.

Therefore, these young people are very happy, because the experience of their classmates for many years also makes them pay more attention to those who have not awakened.

Those young people who do not have the talent to awaken their blood, when they are just depressed for themselves, are surrounded by a lot of partners, shoulder to shoulder to comfort each other, and look forward to the bright prospect of their blood soldiers fighting in the front and their ordinary friends contributing to the family logistics.

When they promised to take care of their backs and families to their close friends, these young people who did not wake up did not even have the last bit of sadness.

Yes, a booming family, everyone has his own position.

Those with good knowledge can cultivate literature and Taoism. In the future, they will naturally find another way to fight for the family.

Business, management, overall planning and deployment, even if they are assigned to the district as a supervisor, they all belong to the family.

Why should they tangle?

After testing, the martial arts arena was full of laughter.

Gu Feibao stood on the long corridor outside the court with his back to his hands, and didn't say anything to obstruct him.

Gu Zheng was really curious about the column, but he knew that this was not a good time to disturb the teenagers in the same period.

Because the initial laughter has become a young man's unwilling wailing.

They know that the days when they can live a wild life will be gone forever.

From the beginning of walking out of the martial arts arena, their group of people have to go on a completely different two-day road.

With the passage of time, there will be more and more forks in life. One day, they will grow up and be alone, but on the way forward, they are left alone.

Therefore, they want to take advantage of this last time and cry bitterly.

Remember the friendship that still exists now and the time of so many years of classmates.

"How nice..."

Standing in front of Gu Zheng, Gu Feibao smiled: "at that time, there were only a dozen boys. There were so many people now."

"Two year old children are beaten to death every day because there are few people."

"I didn't know the sadness of separation until I got to this martial arts arena."

"In my period, there were only six people who could go on."

"In the past 20 years, there are only four people left in the same period as me."

"There are only two and a half who can walk down the road of Wudao..."

Speaking of this, Gu Feibao turned to look at Gu Zheng and said to his favorite son in a rare and very serious tone: "so, ZHENG'ER, if you want to take this road, you need to remember a little."

"That is, don't stop and don't be affected by any foreign things. Only those who have no distractions can climb to the top of martial arts."

Gu Zheng's reply was also quite serious. He pointed to the pillar and asked, "Dad, why do children over the age of 10 need to be qualified to test this pillar?"

"I'm also in the same period, but because I'm three years younger, I need to wait for the next batch. You let your son look at it dryly. Dad, can you bear it?"

Gu Feibao choked, but he had to kindly give his extremely clever son an answer: "there is a reason."

"Blood warriors have been passed down from generation to generation. People will naturally find the most suitable law from the process of inheritance."

"It's like the perfection of skill, the choice of blood, and the best period and age of cultivation."

"This is all in the process of predecessors' tragic failure and exploration."

"Through the repeated attempts of experienced people, we found that the success rate is extremely low when young children begin to try to integrate into their blood and stimulate their blood spirit to practice martial arts."

"Because the body of young children is too young, children who have not been trained do not have strong willpower to carry the pain of blood opening."

"They may still be in the stage of ignorance about the future road and what pain they will suffer."

"Most children can't endure this process all of a sudden."

"If you can't endure it, you will close your qi and blood, stop bearing it, and finally make the boiling refined blood return to mediocrity."

"It has created a large number of talented people, but it has become mediocre mortals, not even those thin blooded warriors."

"Therefore, this blood opening ceremony needs young people to complete."

"The higher the willpower, the higher the achievement will be."

"You are only seven years old now... Although your wit is close to a demon, you grew up spoiled by me and the dean of the Academy of Arts."

"He is the leader of Wen Kui in the heart of Grandpa five. He takes a very different road from the warrior."

"How can we who love you be willing to bear such pain at a young age?"

"If it weren't for the family's regulations, whether it was Wen or Wu, we would have to do a blood Qi test."

"I'm afraid grandpa five will directly give a weak name to the newspaper at home and press you in the literary academy to avoid contact with others."

"I remember that Grandpa Wu has reported to you for the first test of unified culture and Taoism in Kunyuan mainland?"

"He wants you to get an amazing achievement in literature and Taoism three years ago, so as to avoid some chaos after you wake up your blood."

"At that time, you will open the talent of blood warrior. As long as the blood and concentration are a little unsatisfactory."

"Grandpa Wu can also try his best to reduce your martial arts courses. He only takes the literary road wholeheartedly."

"So, ZHENG'ER, do you understand?"

Hearing this, Gu Zheng understood his father's idea. He and his fifth grandfather wanted to create a safe cultivation environment for his son until he had the ability to protect himself at the age of 20 and could wander alone. When he appeared in the periphery of the family, those relatively dangerous places.

If you want to achieve such a goal, what is safer than taking the path of literature?

But Gu Zheng, who came to this new world with a task to live for the rest of his life, can't waste his time like this.

There is not much time left for him. Every minute and second can not be wasted in a comfortable environment.

When he really follows Gu Feibao's path, let alone compete with those unstable people, I'm afraid he can't even find his mother.

Therefore, Gu Zheng, who was not moved by his father's proposal, tilted his head and pretended to be naive: "then, this column is just to detect the type and purity of blood."

"Can we come and test in advance when there is no one?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure it's just a look. I won't be stupid enough to activate it independently."

"Dad, don't you wonder what blood is flowing on me?"

"Maybe it's the mother's blood that accounts for a heavier proportion."

After hearing Gu Zheng's proposal, Gu Feibao was unusually silent. He touched the short beard on his chin, his eyes twinkled, and after a moment of meditation, he simply returned: "OK! When the people are gone, dad will take you there."

Finally, Gu Zheng smiled with a grin.

When the group of teenagers, either crying or laughing, returned to their rooms, Gu Feibao, who had been standing aside, led Gu Zheng to the platform of the martial arts arena.

The big and small father and son, like thieves, secretly touched the rear of the column and leaned out their heads from behind in the same posture.

After confirming that the place was indeed clean, Gu Feibao took Gu Zheng's finger and pressed it at the entrance of the finger mold groove.

"Click"

After a slight mechanism sound, Gu Zheng took a breath of air-conditioning. A few drops of blood he was reluctant to put even when crossing were absorbed by the column.

I saw that these drops of blood rushed up like fireworks. Originally, they didn't wobble when they were tested, but they rushed to the top of the column as soon as they looked up.

"Buzz..."

Beyond the top of the sky level, on the spire of the column like nothingness fog, he finally stopped, and merged with the most mysterious and non substantive spire of Tuan Teng like water droplets into the sea.

Just when the white jade like fog was dyed pink by blood, a vivid and fierce beast creeped out of the fog and rushed to the people who woke it up under the column.

Fortunately, the animal body melted by the fog was not big, which made Gu Zheng see the shape of the fierce animal clearly.

It has a big mouth, a sheep's body and a human face, its eyes are born under its armpits, its four hoofs are as flexible as human hands, but its big mouth is full of tiger fangs.

Even if it's just blood, when I see a stranger, I take it as food, leaving only ferocious eating.

... ergeng 3000 words