Yu Lang was worried that no one would guide him, and he wanted to get started but couldn't do it, he was secretly happy when he saw Qingqing, but there was no trace on his face, and he deliberately provoked Qingqing to say: "It's as if you know how to practice." ”

Qingqing raised her chin proudly: "Of course I know how to practice......"

This girl was very clever, and before she finished speaking, she understood Yu Lang's intentions: "You kid is a thief, it's not so easy to trick me." Ask a famous teacher to be bound (tuition), look at your shabby appearance, can you get it? ”

Yu Lang grinned and said, "Shall I invite you to eat steamed buns?" ”

Qingqing said disdainfully: "Miss Ben doesn't eat this kind of pig food." ”

"Yes, we eat pig food, speak pig words, and have a pig face, so we can only be willing to be cheap, and we dare not defile the ears and eyes of nobles." Yu Lang showed a gloomy and injured posture.

Qingqing was kind-hearted, and regretted it after her mouth was about to come: "I didn't mean that, your ancestors and grandchildren are in trouble but you don't complain, you are self-sufficient, and you have the style of a famous person." ”

Yu Lang turned his face and smiled: "Hahaha it's okay, I forgive you." Just teach me how to induce air. ”

Qingqing blushed angrily by Yu Lang's frivolous appearance: "You are so shameless, unless you take out a full amount of restraints, you won't teach if you don't teach!" I'll also tell you that Miss Ben, the average gold and silver treasure, is not eye-catching. ”

This little girl seems to have a lot of background, at least she was born in a wealthy family, she can accompany Shixian to learn art, and her family background should not be underestimated, what would this kind of girl be interested in? Yu Lang turned some irrelevant thoughts, and finally made up his mind: "How about I tell you a story?" ”

Qingqing's eyes lit up, she originally wanted this thief boy to compose a poem for herself, and of course she was happier to listen to the story.

Yu Lang brewed some emotions, "Ning Caichen, a native of Zhejiang." Generous and cool, inexpensive and self-respecting. Every pair of people say: life is the same. Suitable for going to Jinhua, to Beiguo, unloading Lanruo ......"

This story is from "Nie Xiaoqian" in "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", and Yu Lang adapted it with a little polish and told it eloquently.

After the story has been told for a long time, Qingqing is still deeply trapped in it and can't extricate himself.

Backed by the splendid civilization of more than 1,000 years after the Tang Dynasty, if you can't flirt with a sister, wouldn't it be a shame for modern literary youth?

Qingqing looked at Yu Lang pitifully: "Can you tell me a story every day in the future?" After saying that, even she thought it was funny and shook her head.

Although Qingqing is a girl, she is very serious, and then explained to Yu Lang why he can't draw qi into his body.

In fact, the reason is very simple, the human body is like a delicate container, which can be used to hold external aura, and ordinary people can store a small amount of aura, which can be used to maintain daily consumption. Cultivators, on the other hand, can improve their own conditions and store more aura for their own use, and the more aura they store, the stronger they will become. Yu Lang's body has not been transformed, the dantian has not been opened, except for the daily consumption of spiritual energy in the tendons and veins, it cannot accommodate more, forcibly inducing qi, beyond the body's carrying limit, you will feel pain, and even life-threatening.

Qingqing continued: "To judge whether a person is suitable for cultivation, there are two things to look at. First, it depends on how much aura this person can store after passing through the dantian, which determines the upper limit of a cultivator; The second is to see how much spiritual energy this person can attract into the body at one time, which determines the lower limit of a cultivator. ”

"You can use this inferior cultivation method to attract a large amount of spiritual energy into your body, which proves that you have an extremely strong ability to draw qi, that is, the lower limit is very high......," Qingqing paused for a moment and sighed, "However, Brother Bai has already checked your dantian, and it is extremely difficult to penetrate, and the capacity is extremely small, which dooms you to not be suitable for cultivation, perhaps because this Brother Bai is unwilling to lead you to the beginning." Datang has the rules of Datang, cultivators can't make a move on ordinary people, your situation, if you don't practice, it's the safest. ”

The lower limit is high, the upper limit is 0, then, this is an empty set.

Yu Lang nodded after listening: "Understood." I also want to ask you a question, how difficult is it for me to penetrate the dantian? ”

Qingqing thought for a while: "Brother Bai has a poem that is very suitable for use here - it is difficult to go to the sky." If you can find a way, countless children of families who can't practice will bring a lot of money to level the threshold of your family. ”

Yu Lang put the "Xuanyuan Qi Cultivation Technique" back into the inner pocket of his clothes and concentrated on selling steamed buns.

"Don't you ruin the book? Still not dead? Many people who are in a similar situation to you have gotten into the horns of the bull, and they have been stunned by how to study and practice all their lives, and as a result, they have wasted countless hours and wasted a great life, so don't be like them......"

After listening to Qingqing's preaching, Yu Lang understood that Yangzhou City said that it was not big or small, she happened to appear here today, and she should have been instructed by Yu Chaoran and Li Bai to persuade herself to get lost and return.

Yu Lang smiled heartlessly: "Don't worry, I just think it's too wasteful to destroy a book worth five taels of silver, and I'm just going to sell it to others." He said it lightly, but there was a flame burning in Yu Lang's eyes, of course he would not be willing to give up like this: God didn't leave me the door, then I will open it myself! The coming day is long, and there will be fate in the future.

The days are dull again, plain and fulfilling. Busy between making a living and studying and practicing martial arts, Yu Lang suddenly fell into a huge nothingness, what is the difference between this kind of day and modern times, day after day, year after year. Maybe life is like this, and wherever it is lost, it can only be a cog.

It started early in the morning.

On this day, Yu Lang set up a stall at the entrance, and read by the cart in the half-bright daylight, which was the most scarce time of the day in Yangzhou City.

A low-key carriage approached slowly from the end of the long street, pulled by a horse, driven by a tired old man, followed by four sword-wielding guards in front of and behind the carriage.

The eight guards were all dressed as civilians, but they wore soft armor under their shirts, and the Mo knives at their waists were well-made, carrying dry rations and bows and arrows on their backs. These eight people are full of energy, walk in unison, and breathe evenly, and they should all be good at one in a hundred.

Yu Lang didn't dare to stare at it after a few glances, for fear of arousing the suspicion of this group, but secretly speculated in his heart about the identity of the person in the carriage.

Suddenly there were several strange noises on the calm water, and more than ten people broke through the water and climbed the bridge piers to cross the bridge deck.

At the same time, several huge logs fell on the other side of the long street, cutting off the retreat of the carriage.

The leader of the eight guards did not panic at all, but took a diagonal step forward, drew his knife across his chest, and said in a deep voice in his voice: "Enemy attack." ”

The remaining seven guards quickly removed their bows and bent their arrows, aiming their black and merciless arrows at the dozen masked men whose clothes had not yet dried.

Yu Lang quietly took out the hand crossbow on the side of the cart, his body trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to make the slightest big move to attract the attention of both parties. This hand crossbow was improved on the basis of the military crossbow drawings provided by Yu Chaoran, and his most brilliant previous record was shooting through a three-foot-thick plank.

The air froze to the extreme, and a great war was about to break out.