The Path to Becoming Immortal

After reading it for a while, I felt that I was not in a hurry, so I started to read the "Awakening Spirit Secret" again.

I am more interested in this, because it is the key to whether I can become a cultivator.

When I opened the first page, a simple human body painting came into view. There were many ink dots on the human body, and there were small characters as big as a needle hole on the side.

Ning Ping was immediately delighted when he saw it. He knew that the painting was the acupuncture point map that the teacher had taught.

Continue to read the training postures:

Sit cross-legged to calm your mind, relax and be natural.

Lips and teeth lightly close, breathe slowly, hands must be clenched, eyes must be level, gather the divine light, and reach the heart of the sky. Enter the Niwan, descend to the Qi point, and keep it there, and use it without being exhausted...

Then there are some exercises based on the acupuncture points.

Although some of the words in it are a bit difficult to understand, I can barely understand them after half guessing and half pushing, and I can't wait.

But at this time, a bell rang, and Ning Ping looked up at the window.

At this moment, people on the opposite side had already entered one after another. I thought it was time for dinner.

Then I remembered that I hadn't eaten anything since last night, and my stomach started to growl.

Ning Ping had been very independent since he was a child, and he followed the others.

He followed suit and got a portion of food, found a corner and sat down, but now his outfit also attracted a lot of attention.

The food was simple, and the dish was a melon that he had never eaten before. Just as Ning Ping was eating, someone sat down next to him.

"Hey, you are new here."

"Woo~" He turned his head and saw that it was a boy about the same age as Ning Ping.

Ning Ping's mouth was full of food, and he responded vaguely.

"My name is Guo An, everyone calls me Guozi. What's your name!" Guozi continued to say while eating.

"My name is Ning Ping!" Ning Ping swallowed a mouthful of rice.

He muttered in his heart, look at your thin little body, how can you be a Guozi, but it seems that he is not much better.

Guozi talked a lot, and Ning Ping also wanted to know more about this place, so the two of them started chatting.

Through chatting, I learned that Guozi had been here for almost a year and knew a little about everything.

Through talking, I slowly formed a preliminary impression of this place.

The entire valley belongs to Chunhui Valley, which mainly grows medicinal herbs and processes and refines them.

These apprentice disciples are mainly responsible for planting and processing.

And those who are qualified to refine medicine are the registered disciples of a higher level.

People like Ning Ping who just came here mainly do miscellaneous work.

The biggest difference between apprentice disciples and registered disciples is whether they can successfully practice the "Qi Ling Jue".

Those who can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through practice and circulate a Zhoutian by themselves become a cultivator.

Then they are qualified to be promoted to registered disciples, and their treatment and other aspects will also change greatly.

Hearing this, Ning Ping has even more expectations for the "Qi Ling Jue".

He also found out that there are two leaders in charge of the apprentice disciples here, and the leader here is Hua Wenyao who just sent him here.

Gradually, more and more people came over, and suddenly there was a commotion outside the door, attracting everyone's attention.

"You don't have eyes." A shout came out.

"Pa~" Then there was a crisp slap.

Ning Ping sat facing the door and saw this scene.

The one who beat him was a tall and strong boy who was a few years older than him, and the one who was beaten looked about the same size, but he looked weak.

"You~ Why are you hitting people?" The thin boy covered his face and said timidly.

"I'm hitting you, you blind thing, you're in the way, get out of my way."

After saying that, he raised his foot and kicked the other person in the chest.

The thin boy was kicked to the ground in an instant, covering his painful chest, but he didn't dare to speak again.

"What are you doing, are you full and bored? Dare to make trouble here, you two get out of here."

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded outside the door.

Ning Ping leaned over and looked over. He only saw half of the person and recognized that the person was Hua Wenyao.

The two people who were in conflict were immediately panicked.

However, they seemed to be very afraid of Hua Wenyao. Without saying a word, they moved their stiff feet and walked out.

"Kneel down!" Hua Wenyao put his hands behind his back, and his acne-covered face was expressionless.

With two thumps, the two knelt on the ground.

"Brother Hua, this is none of my business. He hit me first."

"Brother Hua, don't listen to him. He stepped on me first." The two argued.

Hua Wenyao showed a trace of impatience on his face and shouted: "Shut up, I don't care what your reasons are. Anyone who fights here will be punished. Each of you will be punished with fifty sticks."

As soon as he finished speaking, two people walked out from behind him, with a sinister smile on their faces, pulled out the wooden sticks inserted in their waists and hit them.

"Ah~"

"Ah~"

"Brother, please spare me." As the wooden stick hit them, the two men rolled on the ground, and their screams echoed throughout the cafeteria.

At this time, Guozi, who was sitting next to Ning Ping, came over and whispered.

"The strong one of these two is called Neng Jinglong, and everyone calls him A Long. He is a subordinate of Brother Xu. He often bullies others because of his tall stature. The thin one is called Yi Qingsheng. I heard that he was originally a scholar who wanted to cultivate to become an immortal. Later, he came here through connections."

Listening to the screams, Ning Ping originally thought that Hua Wenyao was quite easy to talk to, but who knew that he was unambiguous when it came to him.

"Senior Brother Hua seems to be quite strict."

Guozi suddenly brought his mouth to Ning Ping's ear and said mysteriously.

"Then Aaron is looking for death. He thinks he is Senior Brother Xu Zhixu's man. Sometimes he doesn't take Senior Brother Hua seriously, but Senior Brother Hua has long wanted to punish him. If you don't believe it, look at it, the stick on his body is much stronger. ”

Ning Ping took a closer look and sure enough, the sound of the wooden stick hitting Aaron was louder.

The Xu Zhi mentioned is another leader in charge of these trainee disciples. It seems that in this crowded place, all aspects of the relationship are much more complicated.

The fifty sticks were beaten in a short time. Although Yi Qingsheng was much thinner, he obviously felt much better than Aaron.

Aaron's strong body was curled up on the ground at this moment, and the exposed skin on his body was covered in bruises and bruises.

"Remember me, this is the result of making trouble. Go and eat."

Hua Wenyao immediately kicked Yi Qingsheng's body with his toes, and then said.

"As for you, Aaron, just be hungry today. Just kneel here and wait for everyone to eat before you get up."

After Hua Wenyao finished speaking, he saw Aaron still lying on the ground holding his head, and snatched the wooden stick from the follower's hand.

"You fucking are pretending to be dead for me, right? Kneel down for me!"

As he spoke, he pulled out the wooden stick in his hand, only to hear a click and the wooden stick broke.

"Ah..., I kneel down, I kneel down, senior brother, stop fighting."

Aaron looked at Hua Wenyao in horror, and hurriedly knelt straight, his face flushed with humiliation.

"Hmph~" Hua Wenyao glanced at the person at his feet contemptuously.

In the blink of an eye, his round face was full of smile again.

"Everyone, keep eating. We are a big family. Just be obedient and don't make things difficult for me in the future."

After saying that, he walked away slowly with his hands behind his back and a few followers.