On the same day, Zhang Ping came to the Shizun Changqingzi Cave Mansion, and after kneeling down, he shouted: "Disciple Zhang Ping, please see the Master!" After a while, there was no response in the Cave Mansion. Zhang Ping raised his voice and shouted: "Disciple Zhang Ping, please see the master!" Leaning slightly, a blue-clothed Taoist boy walked out of the cave, and the Taoist boy bowed his head to Zhang Ping's eldest brother and said, "Elder Changqing let you in." Zhang Ping then got up and entered the cave, feeling apprehensive.

Changqingzi was sitting on the futon in the center of the cave and cultivating with his eyes closed. Seeing Zhang Ping come in, he opened his eyes and said with a little displeasure: "Zhang Ping, you have been worshiping my door for more than half a month, and you have not made any progress in your cultivation today, is it because your cultivation has been blocked?"

Zhang Ping knelt in front of Chang Qingzi, and said in a low voice: "Master, the apprentice has been cultivating according to the exercises for half a month, and he usually rarely goes out of the cave except for eating, and even the three Gathering Spirit Pills given by Elder Feng of the Pharmacy have eaten... But he still can't perceive the aura around him. ”

Changqingzi frowned, got up and walked behind Zhang Ping, his palm on his shoulder. Zhang Ping only felt a warm current rushing out of the thick palm, wandering over every inch of Zhang Ping's skin.

Zhang Ping was very uncomfortable, as if he was being looked at. After a while, Changqingzi withdrew his hand and sighed: "Alas! This is the childish spirit root, which actually made me happy." Then he turned his head to Zhang Ping and said, "Zhang Ping, although your spiritual root looks no different from a normal spiritual root, but because the meridians in your body are blocked too much, you can't cultivate, because the teacher is wrong." ”

Zhang Ping looked up at Shizun with a confused expression, and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Chang Qingzi.

"Zhang Ping, since you can't practice, you can't stay in my Qingyu Sect, tomorrow I will send Wen Xiu to send you home. For the sake of you and my master and apprentice, I will send you some elixirs to prolong life and eliminate all diseases, and you go back and prepare. After that, Changqingzi waved his sleeves, and Zhang Ping involuntarily floated out of the cave.

Zhang Ping stood outside the cave for a long time, suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to the cave three times before leaving without looking back.

Changqingzi looked at Zhang Ping's back and stood with his hands in his hands in the cave, as if thinking about something, and said for a long time: "Come out!" Suddenly a black shadow flashed and knelt behind Changqingzi.

"I saw it just now, this Zhang Ping is a childish spirit root, and it belongs to the same wood system as you. ”

"Master, this childish spirit root is only encountered once in hundreds of years, although it can't be cultivated, but I remember that the master said that there was a way to use the childish spirit root as a helper to achieve the golden pill!" The black shadow revealed his figure, but it was also a middle-aged man in white, it was Cheng Dao, the second disciple of Changqingzi who had just returned from going out.

"You have gathered your soul for many years, what do you think in the face of such an opportunity?" Chang Qingzi turned his head and looked at Cheng Dao with deep eyes.

Cheng Dao looked at his master, lowered his head slightly excitedly, and said: "The disciple does have some ideas, but the method recorded in the Xuanzang Secret Record must be forcibly cultivated to the seventh layer of Naling by the owner of the Childish Spirit Root and voluntarily take out the Inner Pill as an introduction before it can be used as a medicine, this is ......."

"It's a little harder, but you've been stuck at the peak of the Gathering Spirit for more than thirty years, if you don't have a chance, I'm afraid you won't be able to get the golden pill in this life, you have to think about it!" Chang Qingzi said.

Cheng Dao knelt on the ground and thought for a moment, raised his head with a firm gaze and said, "This may be the disciple's chance, no matter what, the disciple has to gamble." ”

"Then it's up to you. Changqingzi returned to meditate on the futon, closed his eyes and said.

"Yes, disciple, let's go and prepare. Cheng Dao said with his fists clenched, and disappeared into the cave in an instant.

The night was long, and Zhang Ping was sitting on the futon and thinking about leaving the sect. In front of him were the Cleansing Pill, the Spiritual Pill, the Song Xuan Jue and the talisman that had never been bought. "I'll hand these things back to Senior Brother Wen Xiu tomorrow, I won't need them anyway. Alas, let's practice again!"

So he slowly closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. Zhang Ping didn't notice it, and not long after he crossed his knees, a black shadow flashed in his cave. Cheng Dao looked at Zhang Ping, who was still practicing the exercises, and sneered. Immediately, with a movement of his left hand, a small white insect flew out of his sleeve and flew into Zhang Ping's nostrils. Zhang Ping was unconscious and still meditated. Cheng Dao saw that the worm had flown into Zhang Ping's body. Burn incense with your left hand and beat a drum with your right hand. "It's a waste of this disturbing intuitive insect and night lotus burning on a mortal. Cheng Dao glanced at his mouth and whispered.

At this time, Zhang Ping couldn't hear any sound anymore, and somehow, the situation from the first time he saw Shizun to this day has been lingering in his mind, becoming more and more irritable and sad. "No, I have too many expectations, too much, my master, my parents, and my brothers all have great expectations for me, I can't live up to them, and I don't want to bear the ridicule after failure! Zhang Ming's eyes showed a sense of determination, gritted his teeth again, and threw the marrow cleansing pill and the knot spirit pill into his mouth together. When the pill entered his abdomen, Zhang Ping only felt a huge stream of heat rushing into the dantian, full, as if it was about to burst the dantian, and then a colic spread from the dantian from all around. Zhang Ping gritted his teeth, regardless of his physical discomfort, he still crossed his knees and luck. As the colic spread, Zhang Ping's body began to twitch uncontrollably, and a trace of blood flowed out of Zhang Ping's seven orifices. A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Cheng Dao's mouth and disappeared into the cave.

At this moment, Chang Qingzi, who was practicing in retreat in the cave, suddenly opened his eyes from his meditation and looked up at the flat heart refining stone on the wall.

Changqingzi suddenly disappeared on his futon. In the next moment, Changqingzi was already standing beside Zhang Ping. At this time, Zhang Ping had already fallen to the ground, unconscious, bleeding from seven orifices. Changqingzi immediately helped him up, and he sat cross-legged behind Zhang Ping to heal his wounds.

Two hours later, Wen Xiu, who was meditating in the cave, slowly opened his eyes, and a bright yellow light flew straight from the top of the mountain to his cave. Wen Xiu tilted his head and glanced at the Taoist boy next to him, and the Taoist boy next to him nodded solemnly, went out of the cave, pinched the trick and said, "Disperse!" , The willow branches of the big willow tree relaxed, and handed the flying bright yellow light to Dao Tong, Dao Tong put the bright yellow light into his hand, the light disappeared, and what was revealed in Dao Tong's hand was a letter, Dao Tong took the letter and returned to the cave with an expressionless face, handed the letter to Wen Xiu and stood behind Wen Xiu with a motionless expression. Wen Xiu took the letter and read it for a while, his eyes showed solemnity, and he flew out of the cave directly to find his master.

When Zhang Ping woke up, he found that he was not in his cave, but lying on a mahogany bed. Zhang Ping found that as long as he moved, his whole body would be in severe pain, he blinked his eyes slowly, thinking of the expectations of his father and mother, and a group of relatives at home, and thinking of the good of his master and brother, and his heart felt uncomfortable.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Ping heard the sound of the door creaking, "Little junior brother, you're awake!" Wen Xiu said with concern, Wei Zhengyuan also stood next to Wen Xiu, looking at him expressionlessly.

Zhang Ping wanted to open his mouth to speak, but found that he couldn't open his mouth anymore.

Wen Xiu said: "Little junior brother, you are in a hurry to achieve success in your practice, and you have eaten the marrow cleansing pill and knotting spirit pill given by the master before you can accept the spirit, and you will definitely die." Fortunately, the master found out in time, and the manic aura in your body has come for the first time, and there is no major problem, you only need to rest in bed for a few days to recover, and you will recuperate in my cave for a few days. However, Shizun told me that your spiritual root is a childish wood spiritual root, and the childish spiritual root cannot be cultivated because the meridians in the body are too heavily blocked.

Zhang Ping's brows furrowed, and he felt very uncomfortable: "If this path of cultivating immortals really has nothing to do with me, I can only go home..."

Three days later, Zhang Ping was just able to get out of bed and walk when he was called by Chang Qingzi.

Zhang Ping knelt down in front of Changqingzi and bowed his head and said, "The disciple is ashamed, I don't know what I was confused about, and I forcibly practiced the exercises. I almost died, but thanks to the rescue of the master, I can survive, please forgive the master!"

It's another bow.

After a long time, Changqingzi opened his eyes and sighed: "Alas! If you are a mortal, I will not be able to discipline you. Maybe you have this calamity in your fate, and this calamity is a chance for you. You should go to the foot of the mountain and become a handyman. ”

Zhang Ping was puzzled, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he answered and withdrew from the cave. As soon as he left the cave mansion, he met Wen Xiu, "Senior brother, the master asked me to tell you that you have survived this life and death, but you have also gained something. He originally wanted to send you back to Zhangjiabao, but in the process of rescuing you, he inadvertently loosened the barriers in some meridians, which means that you can also sense the aura!"

Zhang Ping was overjoyed and asked, "Senior Brother Wen, is this true?"

"Of course, this is what the master said himself. But junior brother, you have to go to the miscellaneous servants, and there will be no one of us to take care of you in the future, the few things that the master gave you are too precious and may cause trouble, or you can hand them over to me for safekeeping!" Wen Xiu didn't care about Zhang Ping's reaction, his hand had already reached into Zhang Ping's arms and took out a brocade bag and a book. Zhang Ping looked at Wen Xiu and thought, "Senior Brother Wen has always been good to me, although these things are precious, but he can give them to him if he wants." Then he said respectfully: "Senior Brother Wen is serious, these things should have been returned to the master, how can they be managed?"

Wen Xiu nodded and smiled: "Little junior brother is good, the aura under the mountain is not as good as the cave mansion, you go to the bottom of the mountain to cultivate, I have some qi aurturation pills here, I can gather the surrounding aura when you are cultivating and give it to you." Also, you go back and prepare, after noon, I will take you to the miscellaneous office!" Wen Xiu immediately took out a medicine bottle and gave it to Zhang Ping.

After Zhang Ping thanked Wen Xiu, he walked to the cave.

Wen Xiu looked at Zhang Ping, who gradually disappeared at the end of the mountain road, and sighed: "What if you can practice, you will only have three layers of spirit at most in this life! It is better to return to the mortal world, and the mediocre are ...... mediocre."

Zhang Ping hummed all the way back to the cave, he felt that he was a blessing in disguise, as long as he could cultivate and stay in Qingyu, it would be an honor.