The next day, Cheng Qian left to learn spells with Yan Zhengming, which shocked the Fuyao faction.
A group of senior brothers surrounded him, and they all asked the same question: "What? Have you been able to inhale qi into your body?"
Cheng Qian rubbed his ears, and at first he couldn't help but feel a little complacent, but before Qiqing came to his face, he was already a step ahead, remembering the long and boundless cultivation path, and quickly poured a large basin of cold water on himself to calm down.
He was not intimidated by humiliation, nodded humbly, and said lightly: "Well, it's a beginner."
The disciples had mixed reactions when they heard this.
Among them, the most normal is Li Yun.
Li Yun can't say he's not smart, and he has always been conceited and smart. Those who are addicted to other ways and create their own gameplay will definitely not be stupid, even if he doesn't care about business, he can learn swords with ease. Li Yun recently I finally stopped playing with toads, and became addicted to playing with bugs.
However, he never imagined that a junior and junior brother who started a year later than him would actually start one step ahead of himself, and his face and heart felt uncomfortable for a while. Li Yun silently put away his cricket cage, grasshopper cage, and a bottle of worm wine with unknown functions. He went back to practice his sword that day, and didn't care about fooling around with Han Yuan.
The real Mu Chun was very relieved to see it, knowing that Li Yun would be uncomfortable for a while, and everyone would be sad if he changed it, but the sadness was only temporary, and Cheng Qian's spurring effect on him was long-lasting.
It's a pity that before the master was relieved, he discovered that only Li Yun was the only one in the sect who had grown up.
For example, Han Yuan, who was being tortured to death by the meticulous door rules, didn't feel anything.
Since Han Yuan heard Li Yun's nonsense and returned from a one-day trip to the Demon Valley, he has lost his desire to pursue a sense of qi, and only pursued eating, drinking, and having fun.
He thought, what's the hurry? Life is too short to play for a few years.
At this time, seeing that Cheng Qian, who had started with him, was able to inhale his qi into his body, Han Yuan was not envious, but rather gloated. Bad days are coming!"
So Han Yuan was picked up by the back of his neck with a wooden sword by the master and thrown out of the mission hall.
There is also his first disciple, the treasure of the town, Yan Zhengming saw that a table was added next to him, and an identical hourglass was placed next to him, and he said with some emotion: "I have been practicing swords for almost four years. The second time I feel a sense of anger, has it been a year since I got started with small copper coins?"
The real Mu Chun thought that the young master was stimulated and was ready to work hard.
Unexpectedly, Yan Zhengming just sighed casually, and immediately smiled and said pretendingly, "Third Junior Brother, in the future, we can also 'seek each other's advice' like studying scriptures."
Cheng Qianpi replied without a smile: "Do you want me to do your spell practice together with two more milk cakes? Senior brother, stop dreaming."
Yan Zhengming: ""
By the way, this little bastard has always regarded him as a humanoid key to the building! Now he can go on his own, and he doesn't even have the value of the key!
What is the dignity of the big brother
In the first spell class, the master gave Cheng Qian a knife and a wooden sign. There were two lines on the top and bottom of the wooden sign, and the middle was one inch wide. Carved a vertical mark one inch long.
"There will be a little resistance at first," the master said, "don't be afraid, take your time, your senior brother has carved an inch long mark, and it took a little half a year."
Yan Zhengming coughed awkwardly, feeling that he was not enough to be an example.
It wasn't until he dropped the first knife that Cheng Qian realized that the spell was not so easy to engrave.
He noticed very early that the carving knife used by the brother to learn the spell was not an ordinary wood carving knife. The small knife had a talisman on the upper body, which was only for beginners.
Cheng Qianjian read the introduction to spells in Jingle Building. People who are beginners in spells will not associate their power with spells, so they need such an auxiliary tool to bring them to the beginning.
And this introductory tool seems not to be easy to deal with. The moment the tip of the knife fell on the wood, Cheng Qian felt that the carving knife in his hand seemed to be a huge vortex, and it seemed that all the strength of the whole body was drawn out by it.
He was startled, and the hand holding the knife was able to stop, but after this pause, the knife could no longer advance half a point on the wood.
Cheng Qian took a closer look, and there was only a shallow scratch on the wood like a cat's scratch.
Mu Chun didn't tell Cheng Qian that the talisman's edge could not be broken or stopped. It had to be done in one go, otherwise, all previous efforts would be lost. At this time, seeing that he had already suffered from the pain of carving a knife, he moved his steps and walked slowly over, planning to Point out his previous mistakes.
When he taught Yan Zhengming, he also liked to use this "afterthought" method, because he thought it would make them remember a little more clearly.
But Zhenren is really slow, probably because his footsteps are too unhurried. Before Mu Chunzhen reached Cheng Qian, the boy had already clenched the knife in his hand and took the second knife firmly.
The carving knife frantically consumed the strength of his whole body again, Cheng Qian recited the introduction to the spell in his heart, mobilized his newly formed sense of qi, and worked hard to make the surrounding spiritual qi sink into the sea of qi, and then go up along the arm.
It's a pity that although Cheng Qian has caught the trick, after all, he is just getting started. Even if he can draw Qi into his body, what he can draw is very limited.
What felt wrong at first was the legs and feet. Cheng Qian seemed to be walking non-stop for 108,000 miles. His feet were numb at first, and then there was an indescribable pain between his muscles and bones. Deep numbness, and by the end, he could barely feel his legs.
Followed by the waist, if it wasn't for Cheng Qian, he would have freed up a hand to hold the table, his waist would have almost no support, and his back began to hurt like a needle stick, his heart was beating wildly, his back It's like being bent by something invisible.
And finally the head.
When people are extremely sleepy, they will have confusion and hallucinations. Cheng Qian almost couldn't hold the carving knife in his hand several times in the middle of the journey. Even so, when he looked down, he found that he was still an inch away from the master's request. half the distance.
Cheng Qian was a little dazzled, the feeling was very indescribable, as if he had run twenty laps around the foot of Fuyao Mountain at this moment, exhausted from head to toe.
No wonder his big senior brother, who is afraid of heavy, scratches his ears, scratches his cheeks and fidges every time he sits in front of the spell.
But Cheng Qian didn't know what is meant by "step by step" and what is meant by "just enough".
The harder it was, the more extreme and tough he was able to get out of his bones. The knife made a shrill "squeak" sound on the wood. Every time he advanced, Cheng Qian felt that he was exhausted. , he can always grit his teeth and push the blade down one point on the edge of the mountain.
Just when he was in a trance and had the illusion that his blade was about to reach the tick mark at the end, an adult hand squeezed his wrist involuntarily.
The knife fell on the table with a "choked" sound, Cheng Qian's hand softened, and the tense muscles could not relax for a while, and trembled uncontrollably.
Real Master Mu Chun hugged him with one hand and pressed the other hand on his back. Cheng Qian's eyes went dark, and he managed to hold on to his master's sleeve. Only then did he feel a gentle warmth melt into his back. The limbs, where the warmth flowed, the numbness and stiffness of his body seemed to be densely pierced by countless ox-hair needles again.
Cheng Qian broke out in cold sweat, and suffered a lot of ants to burn his heart. He caught a breath in his chest. It took a long time for him to breathe.
The real Mu Chun patted his back in distress, and kept saying, "You child, you child!"
Yan Zhengming, who had been fixing his nails for a long time with a knife and had not started to get to the point, was stunned.
Yan Zhengming stunned and said: "copper money, you"
He said "you" for a long time, but he couldn't find the right word, and finally he said: "What are you doing so fiercely?"
After a long while, Cheng Qian came over, and Master Mu Chun let go of him, took the wooden sign out of his hand, and stared at the vertical mark in a complicated way—the first paragraph was fairly smooth, and it could be seen that he had "no teacher." I knew the tricks of the spell, but I could see that I lost my strength soon, and the second half was slanted like a hairspring. Obviously, Cheng Qian was exhausted in less than half an inch. Shallow, almost disconnected in many places, but it never broke, not only did it not break, but if it hadn't been interrupted by himself, he would have refused to give up the knife.
How big of a dead eye is this growing on the chest
The real Mu Chun was a little scared. He found that it was a big mistake to take Cheng Qian as Yan Zhengming's religion, and he almost caused an accident.
The practice of spells at the beginning was actually boring and harsh, because Ji would not teach them to carve anything useful, but only the disciples who had first introduced qi into the body were guided by the carving knife to exercise the meridians, so as to widen them.
Expanding the meridians is not a comfortable experience, and they have to use up the little energy they can just stay in the sea of energy again and again.
But it’s like Lajin. You can practice uninterruptedly every day, and you can work hard, but if you press it to the end rashly, you might break the tendon.
I think when Young Master Yan first came into contact with the wooden sign, Ji just poked a hole in the wood with the tip of his knife, and he started screaming that his hands hurt, his legs hurt and his butt hurt. It's full of anger - he refuses to touch the spell again.
Mu Chun had no choice but to take him with his hands for more than two months before he forced him to enter the door.
Even now, he sometimes asks this eldest apprentice to go back to do some spell practice, and that guy just scratches the wood with a peeling knife—don't be a master who doesn't know.
Real Man Mu Chun sank, first glared at Yan Zhengming, who was unknown, and then asked Cheng Qian, "Have you been to the Jinglou?"
Cheng Qian: ""
Yan Zhengming: ""
Real Master Mu Chun sat on Cheng Qian's table, looking down at the ignorant little brat: "I read the introduction to the spell in advance, what else did you read?"
Cheng Qian didn't dare to say a word.
"I think about it, gong, swordsmanship, mind, hundreds of schools of thought, maybe there's more." Every time Mu Chun said a word, Cheng Qian's head lowered a little, the master turned half of the table, thin lips spit out mercilessly Two words, "Magic Way?"
Cheng Qian's heart jumped heavily: "Master, I"
Real Man Mu Chun stared at the small swirl of hair on the top of his head, waiting to see him deny or cry.
Who knows that the kid didn't deny it, and he didn't mean to urinate at all. He hesitated for a while and admitted softly, "I was wrong."
Real Mu Chun didn't believe that Cheng Qianqian truly regretted: "What's wrong?"
Cheng Qian: ""
Certainly not sincere.
Yan Zhengming looked a little unbearable next to him. With the deepening of the relationship between the brothers and sisters, the hateful places of his three brothers were also exposed. He sometimes wanted to strangle Cheng Qian, but he could always forgive him quickly. He, because he felt that Cheng Qian was like a vigilant and bad-tempered little wolf cub, he would give someone a bite when he was in a hurry, but when he looked closely, all that was left were only tooth marks. He knew in his heart who was good to him. He just pretended to be fierce, but he was always careful not to hurt others.
Yan Zhengming said protectively: "Master, I can't blame him for this. I brought him in. There is no entertainment on the mountain. I want to find a few idle books to coax my younger brother to play"
Real Man Mu Chun: "Will you see the introduction to spells when you read Xianshu?"
Yan Zhengming: "I accidentally saw it."
Real Mu Chun lifted his eyelids: "Zhengming, do you think he is you?"
Yan Zhengming: ""
He didn't know whether the master was scolding Cheng Qian or himself.
Real Man Mu Chun sighed, looking at Cheng Qian who was looking at him carefully, and felt that if he continued to teach him like this, he might not only look like Real Man Zi Peng's father, he might become her grandfather in a few days.
He beckoned to Cheng Qian, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, tried to be stricter, but failed, just seemed a little deep.
"There are three thousand avenues that seniors have walked through in the ninth-floor scripture building," Mu Chunzhen said, "Have you been to the penultimate floor? Certainly not, because there is nothing useful for you - there is a record of my Fuyao faction. The path that many ancestors have traveled and the final result or end, you are looking for your own way, I hope you don’t choose the most difficult one.”
Cheng Qian seemed to understand, but he felt that the warning was very heavy and he nodded involuntarily.
Then, in the middle of this kind of vague understanding, the two of them were punished thirty times by the kind master.
The unfortunate senior brother, he seems to be sitting together by the juniors all the time.
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