Zhou Zheng watched "Spring Rain Washing Dust", and he was very tired, but this tiredness is different from physical fatigue, but mentally and mentally. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info [Burning ^ Wen ^ Book Library] []. [774] [buy]. [ ] [Book House (7764)]

Just watched "Spring Rain Washing Dust" for a quarter of an hour, Zhou Zheng felt that his mind was hollowed out, his whole body seemed to collapse, his head and eyes were dizzy, and his mind kept echoing the sound of swords and thunder, and finally he couldn't hold on and fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

Before going to bed, he pressed the gray scroll in his hand under the bed.

A weak figure walked in, wearing a green dress, seeing Zhou Zheng's pale and ugly face, as well as the fine sweat on his forehead, he chuckled in his heart, hurriedly boiled a basin of hot water, wiped his face and arms for Zhou Zheng with a towel, between the movements, smooth and elegant, cautious, a pair of good-looking big eyes, with a tear.

"Childe, why are you suddenly sick, I see that you are okay in the morning, what kind of Rausch exercise are you doing!" The girl in the green dress muttered, and a tear finally fell on her forehead, dripping on Zhou Zheng's futon.

A young man dressed in the gray clothes of a domestic servant walked in, looked at Zhou Zheng who was lying on the bed, and comforted the girl in the green dress: "Childe should be tired and fell asleep on the bed!" ”

"You go on the side, Childe didn't do anything, how can you be tired? Besides, Childe is sleeping soundly now, and you won't wake him up if you're so noisy? The girl in the green dress scolded.

The young servant smiled awkwardly, said goodbye, and hurriedly said, "You're right, can't I go?" ”

It's just that when the young servant walked to the threshold, he slipped out a small paper bag from his sleeve, held it in his hand, picked it up and looked at it, and said in his heart: "Should I do what Madame gave me?" ”

The night is shrouded, and the moon is falling.

Zhou Zheng, who was lying on the bed and snoring and sleeping, opened his eyes, and saw the figure in the green dress lying on the edge of the bed at a glance.

"This little girl is asleep!" Looking at the weak figure in the green dress, Zhou Zheng's heart was also soft, and he was inexplicably moved, and he had an impulse in his heart to love this little girl well.

The little girl's name is Xiao Yan, although it is a maid bought for him from the outside, but Zhou Zheng, who has the memory of his previous life, the advanced concept of equality of everyone in his previous life, made Zhou Zheng not have the slightest intention of treating Xiao Yan as a maid, on the contrary, because Xiao Yan has always taken care of him, he almost regards Xiao Yan as his own sister, but this Xiao Yan is not older than him, but one year younger than him.

"I've slept for so long, but I can't sleep at night!" Zhou Zheng sighed.

He picked up Xiao Yan, who was lying on the edge of the bed, put him on the bed, covered the quilt, and walked towards the courtyard.

"This little girl, she slept so sweetly, I helped her to hug her, such a loud noise, she still didn't wake up!" There was a smile in Zhou Zheng's eyes.

The floor of the entire courtyard was paved with square stone bricks, and Zhou Zheng sat on top of the stone bricks and began his meditation practice as always.

The Zhou family has a rule that the Zhou family has passed on that from the age of five, they must teach "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" to make him step into the path of cultivation.

At the age of five, in Zhou Zheng's previous life, he was still relatively ignorant.

In this world, children of this age have already begun to open their hearts, and teaching them to practice exercises allows them to have a heart of cultivation from an early age, and then they can practice diligently and diligently later, which is not an exaggeration at all, and it is of great benefit.

When he was five years old, Zhou Zheng started practicing with a copy of "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" in his heart, but he hated his mother's indifferent advice and care during the day, so he chose to secretly practice alone in the courtyard at night.

Before the age of five, Zhou Zheng has been very tormented and uncomfortable, his mother died of dystocia the moment he gave birth, without a mother, an old mother acted as a mother, eating, drinking, Lazar, the old mother took care of it, and at night, the old mother hugged Zhou Zheng to sleep.

Zhou Zheng wanted to kick away his mother's bloated and old body several times, but although he had the memories and experience of his previous life, his small body had not yet developed and he couldn't exert half of his strength.

What's more, the small body does need to be taken care of.

When he was five years old, Zhou Zheng felt that he could take care of himself in a basic life, so he pretended to cry and shouted that he hated the old mother, and the father had no choice but to remove the old mother.

After a few more years, the old mother thought that she didn't take good care of the little master, and she felt that the house didn't use her much, so she was ashamed to hang herself, which is also where Zhou Zheng felt guilty.

Zhou Zheng has been cultivating honestly for a year or two, and he doesn't feel that there is anything special about his cultivation.

In this world, there is plenty of spiritual energy, which also makes it easier for most people's bodies to cultivate.

However, Zhou Zheng once saw some records from the books and classics that the monks of the Cloud Dragon Kingdom who had reached the Nine Realms of the Day After Tomorrow before the age of twenty did not exceed the number of ten fingers.

People with average talent can cultivate a one-fold realm in two years, and a five-fold realm that takes ten years to cultivate.

A person with outstanding talent can cultivate one and a half realms in two years, and seven and a half realms in ten years.

Moreover, the duration of this practice is limited to 10 years from the beginning of the practice.

There is a general rule in practice, it is easy to start practicing, but it is getting harder and harder to practice slowly.

Generally speaking, the acquired triple realm is a watershed, the acquired sixfold realm is a watershed, and the acquired ninefold realm is a watershed.

Zhou Zheng started cultivating at the age of five, and by the time he was six years old, he had cultivated to the acquired twofold realm, and he had cultivated to the twofold realm in one year, and Zhou Zheng had reached the nine-fold age when he had already cultivated to the eightfold realm of the day after tomorrow.

At this rate, Zhou Zheng would be able to cultivate to the peak of the Nine Realms of the Acquired Tomorrow by the age of ten.

It's just that Zhou Zheng continued to cultivate, but he didn't have the same cultivation speed as before, and what made him even more helpless was that no matter how he cultivated, the cultivation realm would not advance.

From the age of nine to fifteen, Zhou Zhengyi's cultivation in the Heavy Realm did not improve.

In other words, the current Zhou Zheng, at the age of fifteen, still maintains the cultivation of the eightfold realm at the age of nine, the day after tomorrow.

"Pure Yang Wuji Gong!"

Zhou Zheng, who was meditating on the ground, silently operated the Pure Yang Wuji Gong mental method, gathering the ordinary true qi formed by the qi of the five internal organs, the qi and blood, and the qi of the bone marrow, and running along the special meridian route of the human body.

A trace of warmth rises in the heart, slowly becoming hot, like a torch erected in the heart!

If it weren't for the ordinary True Qi that protected the body's meridians, the Pure Yang True Qi formed by the Pure Yang Wuji Gong would turn Zhou Zheng into a "roasted person", or a "burning person".

For some reason, during this cultivation time, as before, a thought suddenly rose in Zhou Zheng's mind.

The thought shattered into two halves, half silver-white flying sword, half new green flying sword.

The new green flying sword is motionless and looks very ordinary.

The silver-white flying sword, on the other hand, cheered and moved, as if it had spirituality.

The silver-white flying sword fell from the high nine heavens, and the speed was extremely fast, and only a faint shadow could be seen passing by, but it carried a vivid meaning, like spring rain.

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