Cultivation of the present

While walking, he used the notebook in his backpack to draw what he saw in a way that only he could understand. After more than two hours, Mu Xuan's body felt tired.After all, it is a young boy who has not yet grown up, so it cannot be overtired.Mu Xuan randomly bought something to eat, found a secluded place, took advantage of the silence of the night, sat cross-legged, silently lucky.

Although L City can't practice without a little bit of aura, ordinary warriors can still practice their internal kung fu.The biggest difference between ordinary warriors and cultivators is that warriors only rely on their own cultivation to increase the qi in their bodies, while cultivators can absorb the vitality of the world and understand the truth of the world.Anyone can understand that only relying on one's own cultivation and relying on the circulation of true qi in the body to continuously increase one's strength will never be as good as communicating with the vast and boundless nature and absorbing the unparalleled power of heaven and earth.Even if a warrior cultivates to the extreme, he is only at the ninth level of Qi Refining in the Realm of Cultivation, and cannot even reach the Foundation Establishment, let alone the Jindan Yuanying. Ordinary people are stronger.

But in this case, it is good to be able to keep fit.Even if you can't draw qi into your body, you still have to rely on your innate vitality to form a true qi circulation in your body, so that at least you won't be bullied in the mundane world.

City L, which can be regarded as a shanty town, has not been developed, and there are no places for night entertainment. It is easy to find a secluded place.Just a simple practice would not easily lead to madness, so Mu Xuan spread an old newspaper under his body and began to practice.One is to strengthen the body, and the other is to keep out the cold with qi. On nights in late spring and early summer, the wind is still very cold.

Three hours later at the end of the month, Dan Tianchu finally raised a trace of true energy through Mu Xuan's continuous efforts. He circulated the true energy in his body for a whole week according to the inner martial arts that he had inadvertently memorized in his previous life, dispelling it for a whole day. cold night.

After all, he was not in samadhi, and he had not yet reached the bigu state, and there was a sense of hunger in his belly. Mu Xuan knew that it was time to eat, so he opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a big dirty face that was almost pressed against his own, with the tip of his nose facing the tip of his nose, because he was too close to see his face, only a pair of eyes were as clear as a newborn baby.

Mu Xuan was startled at first, then slowly leaned back, and after withdrawing for a certain distance, he saw clearly that this person was actually a beggar who squatted with him in front of the steamed stuffed bun shop the day before yesterday.From the outline of the face, it can be seen that this person should be very young, but the face is too dirty to see clearly.

It was the first time that he squatted quietly beside him, but this time he still stuck in front of him without any movement.Even if it is not easy to feel the outside world during cultivation, Mu Xuan does not think that he will not be able to detect the existence of this person.

There is indeed a problem.

He stood up quietly and asked calmly, "What are you doing? How long have you been here?"

The beggar scratched his head, and Mu Xuan realized that he could see the beggar pouted on the unrecognizable face, showing an aggrieved expression: "This, this, this, this is me... I, we, we, of!"

One sentence made Mu Xuan almost breathless, the beggar's words were naive, but he still stuttered, and it took him a quarter of an hour to speak one sentence.

"Where are you?" Mu Xuan still didn't understand what the beggar meant.

The beggar babbled a few words, and seeing that Mu Xuan still didn't understand, he turned around in a hurry, messing up his hair that was already exploding.In the end, he ran away, and after a while came back with a thin beggar on his back, pointed to the place where Mu Xuan was sitting and said, "Master, master, master!"

The beggar on his back looked quite old, and it was only now that Mu Xuan realized that the place where he was sitting was the place where the two slept in the open every night. Today he occupied this place first, and they had no place to sleep.Now the sky is turning white again, when I first arrived at Mao, that is to say, I haven't been here for a long time, the beggar grandson came here to sleep.Seeing that he took it, the young beggar has been staring at him until now?

Mu Xuan frowned, and he didn't notice this person for more than two hours. If his vigilance was really so poor, he would have died countless times in his previous life.This man is weird.

"Where is yours?" Mu Xuan raised his eyebrows, acting like a rogue, "You didn't level the road, you didn't build the house, you lived here for a few nights and you called it your place, you called it Does it answer? If it doesn't, then if I drag you around, even if you don't answer, it's still mine? "

How can a beggar compare to Mu Xuan's forceful words, he opened his mouth and said "ahhh" twice, rubbed his feet on the ground a few times, finally clenched his fist, waved it in front of Mu Xuan and said, "Bad guy!"

He speaks these two words fluently, I think he has said them often.But if a stupid and stupid beggar shakes his fist at others and says "bad guy", isn't that looking for a beating?Mu Xuan has been begging for more than [-] years, so he naturally knows that people's hearts are sinister and the world is cold and warm.Seeing that the beggar's lower limbs were slightly bent and he walked with a limp, it was obvious that he had been crippled long ago.To be so naive after such an experience is probably innately stupid.

Why is this kind of person like a beast, able to restrain the breath of the whole body, like a dead thing so that he can't detect it?Looking at this person's appearance, he is either pretending to be stupid or really stupid. No matter what he asks, he can't get any results. It's better to have a long life in the future.

So Mu Xuan picked up the small bag he had packed from home, stepped aside and said to the beggar, "Don't treat a poor place like a treasure."

After finishing speaking, he kicked away the newspaper and rubbed the mud from the soles of his feet on the steps viciously, before he got out of the way.In fact, he should spit or piss hard, this is the true nature of a rascal.Unexpectedly, Mu Xuan is no longer that wandering beggar. He has lived in the Demon Sect for hundreds of years, and he is still ruthless, but his behavior can no longer be so vulgar.

The beggar glared at him angrily, helped the old beggar to sit down in a clean place, wiped off the dirt with his sleeve, took off his old coat and spread it on the steps, and put the old beggar on the clothes After wrapping it up, I sat next to him and fell asleep.

Mu Xuan stared at the two of them for a while, and found that they fell asleep quickly, and snored slightly.He looked away silently, and left with his bag.

After he left, the old beggar opened his cloudy eyes and let out a long sigh.Slowly sat up, took off his clothes and covered the young beggar.

At dawn, the only sound in the alley is the footsteps of a young man, the sigh of an old man, and the happy snoring of a beggar.

At [-]:[-] pm (six o'clock), Mu Xuan arrived at Baozipu to report on time, and he said to Aunt Bao disheartened: "Ma'am, my father kicked me out yesterday, I have no place to live, can I borrow a place to wash my face first? "

Looking at the short boy with a pale face, Aunt Bao's heart softened again.If Mu Xuan said she wanted to stay overnight, no matter how sympathetic she was, she would not agree, because she couldn't afford to raise another child, and she didn't want to mess with Mu Laixi, that half-rogue.But she still wouldn't refuse just to wash her face and have breakfast with her son.

Mu Xuan went inside and called Bao Xiaoming up, stuffed the luggage into his arms and said, "Put it away for me first!"

After speaking, he pinched the little fat man's fat belly a few times, Bao Xiaoming screamed from the pinch, and had no choice but to take the big devil's luggage.Anyway, not much, let's stuff it under the bed.Unexpectedly, Mu Xuan turned into Ben Gali. After changing into his school uniform in his room, he threw the dirty clothes over and said, "No, these clothes will be cleaned for me."

Bao Xiaoming cried: "Brother Mu, if my mother finds out, she will definitely throw it out for you!"

"Who asked your mother to wash it?" Mu Xuan pinched his fat face, "Ms. Bao goes out to work in the morning and works during the day, so she has no time to take care of you. Wash it at night and hang it in the room. If the weather is good, it will be done in the morning." , I'll pick it up tomorrow morning."

Bao Xiaoming cried even more, brother, does that mean let him wash it?He didn't even wash his own clothes, crying!

There is such a group of bear children, no matter how much their parents ask them to do housework, they will not do it, but they can do anything if they are threatened.Bao Xiaoming was afraid of being robbed and beaten by Mu Xuan long ago, and he didn't dare to resist the devil in the world, so he could only agree to it with a mournful face.

The two had breakfast together, and Mu Xuan left after putting a few dollars where Mrs. Bao could easily find it.He could secretly put the money in Mrs. Bao's wallet, but if she didn't let Mrs. Bao know, wouldn't he be free again.

When I went to the class this time, Mu Xuan found that there were not as many students wearing school uniforms as yesterday. Only then did I know that school uniforms were only required during the flag-raising ceremony on Monday, and the requirements for the rest of the time were not so strict.There are many students in this school, but the rules are not very strict.Through Bao Xiaoming, Mu Xuan knew that the schools in this world had two days off every week, and four months of winter and summer vacations a year, which was simply too burdensome.People are alive, shouldn't they live to learn from old age?

But at this time, Comrade Bao Xiaopang sighed: "It's just that we have two days off a week. In the second half of the year, we will have another day of class on Saturday in the third year of junior high school, and the school will start in August, and the summer vacation will only be for a month. , how can you live like this!"

One year rests for half a year, and neither lights up the night reading nor smells chickens dancing, and only half a day is spent on studying. Counting, only a quarter of a year is spent on homework. This is not enough. Students in this world Ah...Mu Xuan felt disdainful, and held Bao Xiaoming's ear and said, "Does it have anything to do with you? You are the last one in the class."

Bao Xiaoming is really going to cry, big brother, you still plagiarized my last one in this homework, are you really qualified to say that about me!

Of course, he just dared not speak out.

Facts have proved that it is really useless for Bao Xiaoming whether to attend class or not.Early self-study Mu Xuan endured the shame in his heart and plagiarized yesterday's homework under the eyes of the math teacher, and finally escaped a catastrophe.And in the first English class, Bao Xiaoming and Mu Xuan... made him stand and copy the paper ten times.

Mu Xuan sighed deeply at the miserable score of 17 on the test paper, Bao Xiaoming probably didn't even learn the most basic content.It's like studying the Four Books and Five Classics, but haven't even practiced the initial inscription of red. Switching to the world of self-cultivation, this is a typical case of obsession.

The second year of junior high... I heard from Bao Xiaoming that he studied kindergarten for two years, preschool for one year, elementary school for six years, and junior high school for two years... It took him 11 years to learn such a thing?

Mu Xuan decided that he would repay Aunt Bao's kindness, help Bao Xiaoming with tutoring from the first grade of elementary school, and give her a smart and studious son.

By the way, give yourself a tutorial, by the way.