Longevity: Starting from the Talent of Infant Growth

Another month passed peacefully.

It was already October before he knew it.

Zhou Ling still attended classes every day, with a practice class in the morning and a technique class in the afternoon, learning inscriptions and sword techniques.

If there was anything he couldn't figure out, he would ask Instructor Fang.

Instructor Fang always answered his questions seriously, allowing him to avoid many detours.

When he went home at night, he would draw the tools for the Lu family workshop.

His days were busy and fulfilling.

In terms of cultivation, he also opened another spirit cave, reaching thirty-three.

At the same time, his inscription drawing level was constantly improving, and he was gradually able to draw inscriptions with fifteen or sixteen inscription patterns.

And with the assistance of [Precise Control] and Spirit Flame, the spiritual power consumed was gradually reduced.

In addition to the fixed spiritual pen list, the workshop occasionally had one or two first-level medium-grade magic tools.

When Zhou Ling couldn't find an inscription, he would bring spiritual wine and ask Instructor Fang.

Instructor Fang not only found the inscription pattern for him, but also explained the key points of the inscription to him.

With the help of [Genius], Zhou Ling was able to comprehend it quickly.

This month, he drew nine spiritual pens and sold two of them himself, earning more than thirty spiritual stones.

Adding the thirty spiritual stones he had originally, he had more than sixty in total.

Zhou Ling planned to save for another month, then buy auxiliary items for his father's cultivation, and rent a shop for his mother.

However, he planned to do everything well, and then surprise his parents and make them happy!

Of course, he also had to buy two fire grasses this month, which would also cost more than ten spiritual stones.

"Brother Ling, I can't help you sell spiritual pens next month!"

That day, after class in the morning, Yuan Hu said to Zhou Ling, looking a little reluctant.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ling took out the lunch box and was about to eat.

"I won't come to the Taoist temple next month."

"Now I have only opened twenty-one spiritual caves, and next year's outer disciple assessment is basically hopeless."

"I don't want to practice anymore, I will leave the Taoist temple next month and reduce the burden on my family."

Yuan Hu said helplessly.

There are only more than three months left for the inner sect disciple assessment next year.

The situation of most disciples is clear at a glance. If they don't reach the fourth level of Qi training, there is basically no hope.

Although Zhou Ling's class is a key class, there are also several people who have not reached the fourth level of Qi training.

"What do you plan to do?"

Zhou Ling asked.

The situation at Yuan Hu's home is not optimistic now. Although his father has been cured of the evil poison since his last injury, he has not fully recovered.

The burden of the family falls on his mother alone. Even if he can pass the inner sect exam, he can't afford the gift of meeting the master.

If he quits now, it won't be much different from quitting next year.

"Hey, I haven't thought about it yet. I may learn from my father and go fishing, or be an apprentice at the Zhao family's spiritual medicine garden."

"Anyway, find a way to support myself first."

Yuan Hu shook his head and looked a little lonely.

He didn't have much expectation of becoming an inner sect disciple of the Taoist Academy. On the contrary, because of the situation at home, he also wanted to leave the Taoist Academy as soon as possible.

Finding something to do can also cover some of the family expenses.

What made him reluctant was to leave Zhou Ling and Wang Xin.

Zhou Ling rubbed his forehead, thought for a while and said, "I plan to rent a shop recently to sell wine for my mother."

"If you really have nothing to do, you can come and help."

"Then sell some spiritual pens and the like."

"It shouldn't be less than what you make from fishing!"

Once the shop is rented, my mother will have to make wine and sell it, and she will definitely be too busy.

I will have to find someone to help me then.

Yuan Hu has a certain talent in sales.

He can easily sell two or three spiritual pens a month.

"Brother Ling, if you want to rent a shop, then I will definitely work with you!"

Yuan Hu scratched his head and said with a happy face, feeling a little warm in his heart.

During this period, he can earn more than one spiritual stone a month by selling spiritual pens for Zhou Ling.

"Well, wait a few more days!"

As Zhou Ling said this, he opened the food box, and the fragrance of spiritual rice immediately filled the air.

"Zhou Ling, something happened at home, go back and take a look!"

At this time, Instructor Fang suddenly walked into the school and said to Zhou Ling with a serious expression.

Zhou Ling was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly asked, "Instructor, what happened?"

"It seems that your father and his medicine-seeking team encountered a monster and was injured. You go back and take a look first!"

Zhou Ling was shocked and hurriedly asked Instructor Fang for leave, then left the Taoist temple in a hurry and went home.

Yuan Hu also followed him.

When he arrived at home, the door was open.

In the hall, Chu Xing was pacing back and forth, and there were two acquaintances from the medicine-seeking team.

"Uncle Chu, what happened to my father?"

Zhou Ling asked hurriedly.

"Brother Ling, you are here. We entered the inner mountain and encountered two first-stage late monsters."

"Your father was accidentally injured in order to cover our retreat. Doctor Lin is healing him in the room!"

Seeing Zhou Ling, Chu Xing said to him.

Zhou Ling hurriedly entered the main room.

Doctor Lin is a doctor in this area, a first-class middle-grade alchemist who runs a small pharmacy.

In this area, when cultivators get injured or sick, they usually go to the pharmacy and ask Doctor Lin for diagnosis.

He has a good reputation and charges a reasonable price for his medicine.

When Zhou Ling entered the room, Doctor Lin was taking his father's pulse.

His mother stood by, her face full of worry and concern.

Father was lying on the bed, his face pale, and he seemed to be in a coma.

Doctor Lin was an old man, wearing a clean gray robe, with a goatee, and a serious expression.

"Mom, how is it?"

Zhou Ling walked to Li Ru and asked in a low voice.

Li Ru touched Zhou Ling's head and whispered, "The meridians were injured by the monster, it's a bit serious, but fortunately Doctor Lin used medicine, it's better."

"So serious!" Zhou Ling frowned as he looked at his pale father.

Doctor Lin took back his hand at this time, and a faint green light flashed on his hand. He exhaled and said, "Fortunately, he is in a strong physique and is not in danger for the time being."

"Thank you, Doctor Lin!" Li Ru hurriedly thanked him.

Zhou Ling also bowed and thanked him.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou was attacked by a monster this time, and his meridians were injured."

"In addition, he practiced the Dayang Fist for many years without auxiliary medicine, which caused the meridians to be damaged, and the injury was aggravated."

Doctor Lin explained the injuries to Li Ru and the others, picked up the tea bowl beside him, drank a sip of tea, and continued,

"I have just taken a healing pill, which temporarily relieved the injury, but it can only last for a while."

"Next, you need to use the Yangmai Pill to fully recover."

"In addition, you can no longer use the blood and qi in your body, otherwise once the meridians are completely damaged, there is no way to save them."

Hearing this, Zhou Ling was shocked. He didn't expect that his father's meridians were so severely worn out. He hurriedly asked, "Doctor Lin, do you know where to buy Yangmai Pill?"