Chen Jing is busier than before. Although he has comprehended the subtlety of refining qi and transforming gods, the road still has to be taken step by step.

At the foot of Qinglong Mountain, Chen Jing held a whip in one hand and a wooden plow in the other, shouting again and again, driving the ironclad ox in front of the wooden plow.

Duobao's four legs turned like a windmill, running between Chen Jing and the ironclad ox, looking at Chen Jing for a while, and then at the ironclad ox.

Behind them was a vast field that had been cleared.

"Master, let the disciple come!"

Chu Yuan's voice sounded, and he carried a lunch box and came to the field.

When Chen Jing saw Chu Yuan coming, he frowned: "What are you doing down the mountain, this Qinglong Mountain is thousands of meters high, and your martial arts have not been successful, so it is quite inconvenient to go up and down." Don't just go down the mountain in the future! ”

He knew that Chu Yuan was filial piety, but filial piety also required filial piety.

The mortal body, up and down this thousand-meter-high mountain, if you are not careful, you will encounter danger.

Listening to Chen Jing's words, Chu Yuan himself also had palpitations, when he was halfway up the mountain, he shook his head, almost stepped on the air and fell down the mountain.

Seeing Chu Yuan's pale face, Chen Jing immediately knew that what he was worried about had almost happened.

He spoke: "You practice here for a while, and later, you will go up the mountain with your teacher." ”

As the sun set, Chen Jing finally reclaimed the last piece of land.

He untied the plow from the ironclad ox, and received the buffalo and the wooden plough into the Qiankun bag before saying to Chu Yuan.

"Let's go up the mountain."

He grabbed Chu Yuan's arm, released a gang qi to wrap the two of them, and flew straight up.

Chu Yuan was often taken around by Chu Xiao, and he had long been accustomed to the feeling of flying, but he didn't have any discomfort.

After returning to the Tianwu Temple, Chu Yuan suddenly said, "Master, the disciple can honor the master, you don't have to work so hard. ”

When he was in the world, he was surrounded by scholars, and when they entered the academy, they would pay tuition fees to their teachers.

What he learned from Chen Jing was more precious than anything else.

Therefore, Chu Yuan felt that Chen Jing only needed to sit in the Tianwu Temple with peace of mind and wait for his filial piety.

Hearing Chu Yuan say this, Chen Jing suddenly felt relieved, and he looked at Chu Yuan lovingly.

"Yuan'er, you have this heart, it's good. However, being a teacher doesn't feel that cultivation is a hard job. ”

"Cultivation?"

Chu Yuan was puzzled, "Cultivating the spiritual field is also cultivation?" ”

Chen Jing nodded, his face was serious, and he preached.

"The path of cultivation is not as simple as improving one's own cultivation. Immortal cultivators often say that the wealth of the law is a necessary condition for cultivating immortals, but Wei Shi believes that their statements are not very accurate. ”

"Everything that can help us cultivate to become immortals is strength, and it is all cultivation. Mana is power, internal force is power, financial power is power, power is power, and manpower is power. The internal force we gain through cultivation is the foundation of our cultivation, but other forces are also indispensable. ”

"You may think that cultivating the spiritual field for the teacher is not a proper job, but being a teacher is contributing to your own cultivation."

Chen Jing's words made Chu Yuan fall into deep thought.

He had never heard of this kind of rhetoric, and he had always thought that meditation and cultivation was the only thing an immortal cultivator had to do.

"Think for yourself! With Ling's intelligence, he won't be unable to understand. ”

Chen Jing patted Chu Yuan on the shoulder, flew up again, and headed down the mountain.

He borrowed someone else's cow and had to pay it back!

Since he knew that his strength was not so good, he often went down the mountain to activities near Qinglong Mountain.

The ironclad oxen he used to plough the land were borrowed from a small village at the bottom of the mountain. For this reason, he paid the village chief 100 catties of spirit peaches as a reward for borrowing cattle.

Back at Tianwu Temple, Chu Yuan had already brought the fragrant meal to the table.

"You are Master's spiritual pet, little black?"

"Squeak!"

At the dinner table, Chu Yuan and Duobao stared at each other, Chu Yuan's eyes were curious, and Duobao's eyes were angry.

When Chen Jing entered the door, he saw such a scene.

He was stunned, and then it occurred to him that when he was descending the mountain just now, Duobao secretly jumped off his shoulder.

"Eat!"

He sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and gave orders.

So, Chu Yuan, who was hungry, and Duobao, who couldn't eat enough, began to bury their heads in cooking.

Chu Yuan used spiritual rice for cooking, and when he took a bite, his mouth was full of essence. After just one bowl, Chu Yuan was full.

On the contrary, it is Duobao, its body is smaller than Chu Yuan, and it eats much more than Chu Yuan.

"There are not many spiritual rice in the view, tomorrow I will go to Dachun Village to change some Linggu seeds and plant some, I, as a master, can't always eat soft rice."

Chen Jing glared fiercely at Duobao, who was still going on, chirping, eating, and thought in his heart.

Duobao held a rice ball, looked at Chen Jing with an innocent face, and continued to cook.

After the two of them finished eating, they went to the practice room.

For Chu Yuan, today was an important day, because Chen Jing would teach him the Changchun Technique.

Chu Yuan and Duobao sat side by side, both looking at Chen Jing expectantly.

Chen Jing had mixed feelings in his heart, and he thought of the Great Elder. At that time, he had completed his first cultivation under the support of the Great Elder.

He shook his head, put aside all distractions, and said solemnly:

"Changchun Jue, born from Changchun Immortal Gong, is the foundation of cultivating this martial arts, only by cultivating to the sixth layer, can you cultivate Changchun Immortal Gong."

"Now, I'll teach you the mantra!"

It's just a layer of formulas, there are not many words, and after half a pillar of incense, Chu Yuan memorized it well.

Then, Chu Yuan began his first cultivation in his life.

"Squeak!"

Duobao shouted excitedly, it also learned from Chu Yuan, and put on a posture of three hearts to the sky, wanting to cultivate.

Chen Jing stretched out his hand and grabbed Duobao, and said sternly: "Nonsense, your meridians are different from human beings, what are you cultivating blindly." You first cultivate according to your instincts, and then wait for me to cultivate the Yuan Shen, and then you can find a way for you. ”

Duobao looked very frustrated, it also wanted to cultivate, but it was just an ordinary hamster, it had no bloodline inheritance, and it didn't know how to cultivate.

If it hadn't eaten some spiritual creatures in the mountains, it would have died a long time ago, and it wouldn't even have a chance to become a spirit animal.

Seeing that Chen Jing was angry, Duobao obediently returned to Chen Jing's arms, but its slippery eyes revealed all its thoughts.

After a stick of incense, Chu Yuan, who was cultivating, was shocked, and a happy expression appeared on his face.

"A stick of incense kung fu cultivates internal strength, and Yuan'er's qualifications are only a little worse than mine. Now it depends on how strong his meridians are. ”

The first time Chen Jing cultivated his internal strength, he cultivated his internal strength in half a pillar of incense, and was praised by the great elder, although Chu Yuan was a little slower, he surpassed all the people in the martial arts.

Three hours later, Chu Yuan frowned slightly and withdrew from the wonderful realm of cultivation.

"How does it feel?"

Chen Jing asked with a smile.

Chu Yuan's eyes were slightly red, and he was so excited that he almost burst into tears: he had finally embarked on the path of cultivation!