"Uncle He, how did you get into Qi training?" While eating, Yan Ning suddenly asked.

He wanted to cultivate immortals, but it had been two years, and there was still no result. What can just meditating do? Is the mentality older?

"You want to practice qi?" Before Heli could speak, Bai Tian looked up from the meal and asked.

Yan Ning nodded like pounding garlic, naturally!

"I'll tell you," Bai Tian whispered in Yan Ning's ear, "Is this still where we overheard the mantra of the exercises?" ”

"Why? Since they are all people from the sect, why don't they let us cultivate immortals? Yan Ning was strange.

Bai Tian knocked his head with chopsticks, glanced around and whispered, "Be quiet!" ”

Yan Ning immediately repeated it in a whisper.

"It's not the vice-boss's troublemaker!"

Yan Ning was even more puzzled. He Li just glanced up at the two of them, and then lowered his head to eat quietly.

"It's like you spend money to go to school, who wants to teach you if you don't have money!" After Bai Tian whispered, he looked around again, and when he saw that no one was looking at them, he stopped talking with peace of mind. Grabbed the bowl with one hand and a steamed bun with the other, drinking and chewing.

Seeing that Bai Tian had no intention of continuing, Yan Ning also picked up the bowl and drank the porridge in the bowl. The doorman's three meals are nothing more than white porridge and steamed buns, and occasionally a plate of pickles. Seeing Bai Tian eating with relish, and then moving his eyes to the fat and soft meat on his face, it is estimated that he didn't know and thought that even a doorman in the sect of cultivating immortals was a big fish and big meat!

Inspired by Bai Tian that day, Yan Ning took advantage of the fact that no one was around, and gradually sneaked into the front yard. He paced lightly to the front yard, listening in all directions, lest anyone find out.

"Fate is the destiny of heaven, and the destiny of heaven is the way of heaven. Heaven is impermanent, but people can turn impermanence into their own use, this is the fate. A hearty voice sounded in the courtyard, making Yan Ning stop, tiptoe closer, and eavesdropped on the wall.

"This is the essence of the word formula, can you remember?"

"Remember!"

"Remember!" Two of them replied in unison.

"Then give me a good practice!"

Hearing the footsteps of the person who spoke, Yan Ning immediately dodged behind the wall. When he heard a "whoosh" and made sure that the person was leaving, he dared to come out and run away in small steps.

"Fate is the destiny of heaven, and the destiny of heaven is the way of heaven. Heaven is impermanent, but people can turn impermanence into their own use, this is the fate. Yan Ning closed his eyes and muttered a few times, then slowly opened his eyes.

But in a word, Yan Ning pondered for several days, which seemed reasonable, but in fact there was no basis. But there is no evidence, and he can't say why. Although it was a practice in cultivating immortals, he always had doubts.

"Destiny, Heavenly Dao?" Yan Ning looked up at the night sky. Dark clouds rolled, and thunder and lightning were hidden in the dark clouds in the distance, flickering and roaring from time to time. The wind dances freely in the mountains and forests, and the leaves are accompanied by the fluttering of leaves. Yan Ning's clothes swayed wildly in the wind, and even the cloth hat on his head was shaking to make up the fun, and the exposed hair was even more disorderly. Yan Ning felt that he was so small in the middle, not to mention that compared to heaven and earth, he was as inconspicuous as gravel.

My mother is dead, is this the destiny of heaven? Is it the way of heaven for a father to abandon his wife? He didn't believe it!

"Boom!" A shocking thunder exploded, and the rain that had long been uncontrollable poured down, drenching Yan Ning thoroughly in a moment.

Yan Ning grabbed the wooden barrel and the flat pole that were blown to the ground with both hands and ran back. This journey goes back and forth a thousand times, and even with your eyes closed, you can count how many trees you pass by.

When he returned to the house, seeing that the two were still asleep, Yan Ning moved lightly.

Although Heli doesn't talk much on weekdays, this snoring is really not flattering, and the sound of Bai Tian's teeth grinding is even more numb. Turned over and put an elephant's leg on Heli's body, only to hear Heli snort, kick him away irritably, and snore happily in a different sleeping position. When I saw it for the first time, Yan Ning was really frightened. Even after all this time, I haven't shared a bed with them, so is it time to make an exception today?

After finding a corner, Yan Ning changed into dry clothes. Walking to the bed, by the flash outside the house, he looked at the two people and raised his brows.

Bai Tian slapped his waist-thick arm on Heli's face again, only to hear a crisp sound, which Yan Ning couldn't bear to hear. Heli finally couldn't bear it anymore and tore off the thick arm on his face and sat up. Just wanted to scold Bai Tian, but saw a dark shadow next to the bed. A bolt of lightning swept through the sky, illuminating the house as bright as day.

"Yan Ning, I'm back. Why don't you go to bed yet? ”

"But......" Glancing at Bai Tian, Yan Ning hesitated. Although his small body is much stronger, he may not be able to control Bai Tian's mountain-like body.

He Li understood his embarrassment and said, "You can sleep on my side." As he spoke, he moved Bai Tian to the side, vacated the other side, separated Bai Tian himself, and lay down.

Yan Ning got on the bed lightly. Forced myself to sleep, but I was uncomfortable left and right. When he heard the sound of thunderous snoring, he climbed out of bed and walked to the closed window, and spent the night standing like this.

"Got you up so early?" Early in the morning, Heli got up and was quite surprised to see Yan Ning standing by the window.

Yan Ning naturally wouldn't say that he had stood all night, but just nodded with a reluctant smile.

"Fatty, get up!" Heli unceremoniously pushed Bai Tian and got up and went out.

"This damn skinny man!" Waiting for Heli to go out, Bai Tian bounced up after scolding, not at all as sluggish as the fat man's movements.

"Yan Ning? Why did you come back so early today? Seeing Yan Ning, Bai Tian raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"It rained last night."

Bai Tian looked at the ground outside the door and was still wet, frowned and said unhappily: "It's raining!" Yan Ning knew that he thought it was difficult to clean in such weather. The ground covered with wet mud was not easy to clean, and the disciples in those doors only cared about walking around the freshly swept ground.

Shirata muttered and got up and washed. Soon they said hello to Yan Ning and went to work.

Yan Ning, who had not slept all night, finally climbed into bed and fell asleep. The steward was kind of tolerant of him in a way, and as long as he finished his work, he wouldn't say anything.

Before they returned, Yan Ning had woken up.

Bai Tian held a few steamed buns in his hands, his cheeks undulated, and he chewed on the steamed buns in his mouth. When he entered the house, Yan Ning, who saw that he was still in a fugue on the bed, shouted, "Then", and threw over a steamed bun. Yan Ning took it, tore off a small piece and put it in his mouth, chewing it mechanically.

"What's wrong?" Bai Tian noticed that something was wrong with Yan Ning and asked.

Yan Ning shook his head and remained silent.

"Still thinking about cultivating immortals? Take your time, it's useless to rush. Shirata comforted.

Yan Ning closed his head and touched the pendant around his neck, his eyes were firm for a few points, and then he took a big bite of it, how could he have the strength to cultivate immortals if he was not full? !

It had rained all day, and the mountains were muddy. Although it is a stone road, it is extremely slippery, and if you are not careful, you will fall. Carefully walk to the old place, wipe a stone slab and sit down. It had rained, the air was humid, and the cool breeze was mixed with the unique smell of wet mud. Flipping the leaves of the tree, the residual rain falls with a clatter, splashes on the ground and bursts into a muddy splash, making a crisp sound of "answer". The sound of insects was much more lonely on such a moist night, but it was just a few calls in twos and threes.