On the way back to Baisong Peak, where he lived, Ye Zhen carried the package and ran quickly on the mountain road, panting like a cow.

From time to time, some miscellaneous disciples in gray clothes who also returned from seeing their relatives passed behind Ye Zhen, walking like flying, but their faces did not change.

The face was not red and the breath was not panting, which caused Ye Zhen to be envious for a while, and his heart was hot.

These miscellaneous disciples who walked like flying on the mountain road and had a long breath, but their speed was faster than Ye Zhen's running, and they were also disciples of the Cultivation Realm who practiced blood and accepted the rest realm.

The martial arts inheritance of the True Xuan Continent believes that bloodline is the foundation of people.

Man can live without bones, without flesh, tendons, and skin, but without blood.

Bloodline is the foundation of all human existence in the world, and the beginning of martial arts also starts from blood training.

The martial artist's blood training is divided into five levels, the first is to strengthen the blood, the second is to absorb the qi and breathe, the third is to condense the blood and qi beads, the fourth is to quench the body, and the fifth is to gather the essence.

Now, Ye Zhen's cultivation is in the realm of training strength and strengthening blood.

If you can break through to the second level of Qi and breath, your breath will be long, and your blood will be endless, and you will be able to run between the peaks of this Qiyun Sect like flying, and your face will not change.

In that case, Ye Zhen would not have to run wildly for more than two hours from Baisong Peak to the mountain gate where he lived.

Looking at the peers who surpassed him one by one, Ye Zhen was envious, and secretly had a little expectation.

If that little secret of his continues, maybe he will break through to the double level of blood training, and it will be just around the corner.

This was also the reason why Ye Zhen insisted on staying in Qiyun Sect.

As soon as he thought of his little secret, Ye Zhen's pace couldn't help but speed up a little, his little secret had lasted for a while, maybe it would be harvest time in the next few days.

Ye Zhen ran all the way, crossed eleven mountains, and when he saw a mountain with heavy ink shadows, full of old pines that were more than ten meters high or even nearly a hundred meters, Ye Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, and when he arrived, it was Baisong Peak.

Baisong Peak got its name from this, and at the same time, Ye Zhen, as a miscellaneous disciple, did the miscellaneous work every day was to cut down the unique iron branch old pine on this Baisong Peak.

When he stepped on Baisong Peak, Ye Zhen did not turn back to his residence along the mountain road, but plunged straight into the pine forest on the side from the side of the path.

I found a hidden place that was inaccessible, found a few tender pine trees, picked up the thick pine needles, dug a deep pit, buried the two hundred taels of silver that my father and mother gave me, and buried them again.

After everything was packed up and marked again, Ye Zhen left here and stepped on the mountain road again, carrying only the clothes and food brought by his mother, and walked towards the residence halfway up the mountain.

When Ye Zhen returned to his residence halfway up the mountain, the sky was already dark, and the three hundred miscellaneous disciples who lived on Baisong Peak had already had their leisure at this time, and they gathered in groups to chat in the courtyard.

In the middle of the courtyard, a young man with a tiger's back was lying on a rocking chair and swaying freely, Ye Zhen recognized that this miscellaneous disciple was Ma Yuanwu, the senior brother of Baisong Peak.

At this time, Ma Yuanwu was surrounded by five or six miscellaneous disciples, and the two miscellaneous disciples who were a little thin were half-kneeling on one side, beating Ma Yuanwu's shoulders and rubbing his legs.

In fact, the Qi Yun Sect is not ranked among the miscellaneous disciples, or among the outer disciples, and there is no senior brother at all.

The so-called achiever is the first.

Among the miscellaneous disciples in the first peak, the one who cultivates to be the strongest will be called the senior brother in private by the miscellaneous disciples of the same peak.

However, the strongest among the miscellaneous disciples in the first peak has an official title - seed candidate!

Among the hundreds of miscellaneous servants of the Qiyun Sect, among the miscellaneous disciples of each peak, the one who is most likely to advance to become an outer disciple is called a seed candidate.

To put it more popularly, the seed disciples of each peak are the tyrants of each peak, and even the stewards of each miscellaneous peak have to be a little jealous.

"Ye Zhen is back from seeing his relatives!"

I don't know who shouted, and the eyes of the nearly three hundred miscellaneous disciples of the Hundred Pine Peak Miscellaneous Disciples Academy gathered on Ye Zhen, who had just stepped into the courtyard gate.

To be precise, it should have gathered on the package that Ye Zhen was carrying.

In particular, the several miscellaneous disciples beside Ma Yuanwu stared at the package in Ye Zhen's hand like hungry wolves.

"Hey, what a big burden, your parents must have brought you a lot of good things when they came to see you, right? Wujian, bring it over and I'll take a look. Ma Yuanwu, who was lying on the rocking chair, squinted his eyes and drank softly.

"Yes, big brother!"

Wu Jian, who was standing behind Ma Yuanwu, responded happily, immediately strode over, and shouted coldly at Ye Zhen: "Bring it!"

Ye Zhen's teeth immediately clenched together, and his hands clenched the burden in his hands tightly.

Even though Ye Zhen had already expected this scene when he returned to the mountain, and hid the most valuable silver in it on the mountain, but when he really encountered this scene, an indescribable sense of humiliation suddenly came up.

"Take it, what are you staring at? A waste who is about to be driven out of the sect, dare to stare at Lao Tzu? Stare again, Lao Tzu gouged out your eyes!"

Wu Jian, who was waiting a little anxiously, scolded in his mouth, snatched the burden that Ye Zhen was holding tightly, pushed Ye Zhen who was glaring angrily, and walked away.

"Senior brother, Ye Zhen is really burdened!"

Wu Jian was arrogant enough in front of Ye Zhen, but in front of Ma Yuanwu, the seed candidate of Baisong Peak, his arrogant posture was instantly accepted.

"Huh?"

Ma Yuanwu turned over and sat up, ripped off Ye Zhen's baggage, and rummaged through it with some eagerness.

Every year in June, that is, when the families of many miscellaneous disciples come to visit, it is the time when the seed candidates of each miscellaneous service peak have the most comfortable life.

The things that each miscellaneous disciple brings with him when he visits his family, whether they are high or low, must be passed through their hands, and all the good things must belong to them.

As for why?

Strength!

Their great strength.

Defy?

Let's start with a bibi fist!

As for the Qi Yun Sect, it will not care about this kind of rotten thing among the miscellaneous disciples.

Qi Yunzong is known as 100,000 miscellaneous servants, and there are countless miscellaneous disciples who break their arms and legs in fights every day, how can they have that energy.

Ma Yuanwu, who was originally full of joy and looked at Ye Zhen's baggage, gradually became unhappy.

After rummaging through, I found a few pieces of clothing and food, but I didn't find half a tael of silver.

With a squint of eyes, Ma Yuanwu's triangular eyes stared at Ye Zhen like a poisonous snake, "I said Ye Zhen, your family background is not too bad, your parents see you once a year, and they bring you a few pieces of torn clothes, a few pieces of stinky meat, and silver?"

Rags?

Stinky meat?

As soon as these words entered his ears, Ye Zhen's fists immediately clenched, and the green tendons on his fists burst out.

If it weren't for Ye Zhen's still a little sense, the tragic situation of several fellow disciples not far away with a blue nose and swollen face, and broken arms and legs kept reminding Ye Zhen that Ye Zhen was almost about to rush forward and fight hard.

Those things, they were all sewn by my mother with a needle and a penny.

"Spoiled!

What the waste family sends is also waste!"

Unable to find anything that could help with cultivation, Ma Yuanwu looked unhappy, and threw the shoes, socks, and clothes in Ye Zhen's baggage one by one to the miscellaneous disciples around him as if he were retaliating.

"The rags will be given to you. ”

Wu Jian and several miscellaneous disciples beside Ma Yuanwu immediately let out a cheer.

While speaking, Ma Yuanwu took a bite of the cured meat made by Ye Zhen's mother, "Well, this stinky meat tastes good." Well, you guys come and try it too. ”

In an instant, the roast chicken in Ye Zhen's baggage was dispersed by Ma Yuanwu.

Burst!

A piece of roast chicken leg that had been torn a few mouthfuls was thrown out by Ma Yuanwu in the air and smashed on Ye Zhen's chest.

"Well, you sent it from home, you can also taste it, don't say that I, Ma Yuanwuquan, will occupy it for you. ”

Looking at the roast chicken legs covered with mud under his feet, and the clothes torn by them in the distance because they were not suitable, the blood tendons on Ye Zhen's forehead began to bulge and beat wildly, and his chest rose and fell violently as if pulling bellows.

An anger, an irrepressible and indefinite anger, rushed straight to Ye Zhen's brain.

The moment the blood surged, Ye Zhen wanted to rush up and fight with Ma Yuanwu!

Just when Ye Zhen was on the verge of breaking out, Sha Fei not far away pounced violently, hugged Ye Zhen and pulled him into the house.

"Ye Zhen, you haven't eaten yet, have you? I brought you today's dinner and blood yuan soup. ”

The miscellaneous disciples of Qiyun Sect are in the same room with two people, and Sha Fei is Ye Zhen's roommate, and he is also a friend who is quite compatible with Ye Zhen among the miscellaneous disciples.

Sha Fei started a year earlier than Ye Zhen, and took good care of Ye Zhen, and also owed Sha Fei's guidance, so that Ye Zhen suffered a lot less.

"Hmph!

Looking at Ye Zhen, who was dragged into the room by Sha Feisheng, Ma Yuanwu spit out a chicken bone with disdain, "Waste!"

"Ye Zhen, don't be like them, bear with them first, if you have a conflict with them and your leg is broken by them, then you will be finished!

Sha Fei, who pulled Ye Zhen into the house, closed the door and persuaded Ye Zhen vigorously.

After a long time, Ye Zhen's violently undulating chest slowly calmed down, and Chong Shafei squeezed out a smile that was even more ugly than crying: "Xie Lu, thank you, it's a pity that I couldn't bring you anything." ”

"Our brothers, thank you for the fart!"

"Don't be angry, cultivate hard, succeed in cultivation in the future, beat Ma Yuanwu's grandson to cry and call his mother, and get back all the anger he has received over the years in one go. Sha Fei persuaded Ye Zhen a little insincerely, because he understood that according to the situation between him and Ye Zhen, in the future, I am afraid that there will never be this opportunity.

It won't take a year, maybe half a year later, Ma Yuanwu will be able to advance to the outer disciple, the outer disciple has more cultivation resources and faster cultivation speed, Ma Yuanwu is afraid that he will overwhelm them forever.

Hearing Sha Fei's words, Ye Zhen instantly came to his spirit, and all his anger was suppressed and transformed into cultivation power.

"Okay, penance, the anger you received today must be recovered from Ma Yuanwu's grandson in the future!" Ye Zhen said resolutely.

When the bright moon rose in the east, Baisong Peak, which had been a little noisy before, immediately became unusually quiet.

Everyone, including Ye Zhen, consciously went back to their room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and the time for evening class came.

After drinking the blood yuan soup issued by the sect in a few sips, the blood qi that Qi Yun Sect passed down to them was extremely ordinary in Qi Yun Sect, but it was quite precious in the world, and they started their daily evening classes.

The cultivation of the miscellaneous disciples of the Qiyun Sect is divided into two classes, morning and evening, the morning class to practice fist training, and the evening class to cultivate blood and qi to strengthen qi and blood training.

When the blood yuan soup entered the abdomen, it turned into boiling hot air, and in the operation of the blood and qi, the heat contained in the blood yuan soup was dispersed to Ye Zhen's limbs and bones, and the blood qi flowed.

Every point when the heat disappears, Ye Zhen's blood qi grows and fills up by one point.

A quarter of an hour later, after the refining of the medicinal power of the Blood Yuan Soup, Ye Zhen opened his eyes a little stunned.

This portion of Blood Yuan Soup, both in quantity and quality, is too small, and the medicinal power can only last for a quarter of an hour for a two-hour evening class every night.

If the amount of medicine in the Blood Yuan Tang was enough and the medicinal power could last for two hours, Ye Zhen estimated that his cultivation would have already broken through to the Breath Acceptance Realm and reached the double level of blood training.

There is a kind of pill in the sect called Xueyuan Dan, which is the kind of pill that his father Ye Tiancheng asked him to buy, and it is said that the medicinal power is more than dozens of times that of a Xueyuan soup, and it is specially used for those outer disciples with excellent bloodline talents.

It's a pity that Ye Zhen and his miscellaneous disciples can only take the Blood Yuan Soup made from the scraps of refining the Blood Yuan Pill.

Closing his eyes again, Ye Zhen continued to operate the Blood Qi Technique with great perseverance.

Without the support of the blood yuan soup, the speed of blood qi growth becomes turtle speed.

Ye Zhen estimated that the effect of cultivating for two hours like this was not as good as the effect of cultivating for a quarter of an hour after taking the Blood Yuan Soup.

However, along the way of martial arts, it is important to persevere, and Ye Zhen knows this very well!

Two and a half hours later, when Ye Zhen felt that the blood and qi in his body were a little unstable, he stopped cultivating, which was also the reason why the sect stipulated two hours of evening classes for Lu.

When he opened his eyes, Ye Cheng saw that Sha Fei, who lived in the same room as him, had finished his cultivation and fell into a deep sleep.

These miscellaneous disciples work very hard during the day, and at night they can sleep deeply without waking up when they almost put their heads on pillows at night.

Ye Zhen didn't go to sleep right away, but lightly put on his clothes, covered the door lightly, and dodged out of the house.

It took half an hour, and Ye Zhen rushed to this small hill where he had been here almost every night for nearly half a month.

When he stepped on this small mountain, Ye Zhen immediately adjusted his breathing, pricked up his ears, and listened to the sound of the mountain.

At first, all that came to Ye Zhen's ears was the sound of pine waves and mosquitoes chirping all over the mountain, but as Ye Zhen completely calmed down, the chirping of little beasts immediately reached Ye Zhen's ears.

"Squeak Squeak"

The squeak of a mouse came to Ye Zhen's ears, but listening to Ye Zhen's ears, it was a different world.

The irregular squeaky mouse cries in other people's ears, but Ye Zhen could hear the meaning very clearly. "Brother Seventeen, hurry, it's almost time, let's go quickly. ”

This is Ye Zhen's secret.

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