The next day, as soon as the sky was a little brighter, Chen Xuan, who was lying on the bed, felt a tingling pain in his head, and then opened his eyes a little reluctantly, he sat up on the bed, covered his head with his right hand, and muttered vaguely

"Who's going to stick a needle in my head early in the morning?"

However, when he came to his senses, he found that he was the only one in the room, and he looked around carefully in disbelief, and found that there was no one else at all, which made Chen Xuan a little confused, and he wondered in his heart

"Nobody? What's going on? Is it haunted?"

As soon as he thought of this, he got a piece of news in the sea

"Boy, do you still want to learn spells?"

After getting this news, Chen Xuan's face suddenly realized, he remembered that the killing sword had told him last night, and he would teach him the spell today, at this time, he looked at the sword lying flat on the table, and smiled

"Yes, for sure!"

"If you want to learn, get me up!

At this time, Chen Xuan happily sat cross-legged on the bed according to what the Killing Sword said, closed his eyes, emptied his body and mind, and absorbed the aura according to the method taught by the Killing Sword.

Similarly, while listening to the Killing Sword's explanation, he also had a lot of questions in his heart, but he didn't stop asking the Killing Sword, because the Killing Sword had explained to him in advance, and if he had any questions, he would ask them after he finished his cultivation.

In this way, about an hour passed, until a rooster crow sounded outside, which made Chen Xuan come back to his senses from his cultivation state, and when he heard his mother's voice outside, he realized that it was time to go to the academy now.

"Okay, boy, go to the academy, and continue to cultivate when you come back!"

There was a message in his mind, Chen Xuan knew that this was the message transmitted to him by the Killing Sword, and he knew that after learning the answer of the Killing Sword, this was called Divine Consciousness Transmission.

He didn't hesitate to say goodbye to the killing with a smile, he opened the door to the room, walked out, and as soon as he came out of the room, he smelled the smell of food.

Hu Qiucui got up early and prepared breakfast, at this time his father Chen Yue was sitting at the dining table, and his mother was busy in the kitchen, seeing him come out of the room, Chen Yue smiled slightly and said

"Hurry up and wash up, and go to the school after eating!"

Chen Xuan nodded, walked towards the courtyard, he drew a bucket of water from the well, and after washing, he had breakfast, and then walked towards the direction of the school with his schoolbag on his back.

Like most of his peers, at this time, they walked towards the school in groups at the east end of the village, and on the way, Chen Xuan met several partners who were playing with him at the bottom of the mountain yesterday, including Zheng Xu, several people walked towards the school with laughter.

On the way, these friends asked Chen Xuan about the things on the top of the mountain yesterday, saying what he saw at the top of the mountain at that time, and Chen Xuan had no choice but to lie and prevaricate with a smile.

After all, he had promised to kill the sword and would not tell anyone else about these things, so he naturally chose to lie and cover up these friends' questions.

In the blink of an eye, a morning passed like this, and on the way home from the school, a few friends discussed where to play as usual.

At this time, they found that Chen Xuan had very few words today, so they came to his side one after another

"Chen Xuan, what's wrong with you?

A little girl about Chen Xuan's age asked, her name was Bai Cui, and like Chen Xuan, she lived in the west of the village.

"Oh? no... Nope!"

Faced with the sudden inquiry, Chen Xuan came back to his senses from thinking, when he was in the academy today, he didn't have the heart to study at all, his mind was full of thinking about this morning's cultivation.

"What's the matter, you might as well tell us! Let's help you find a way!"

"No! I don't have anything to do, so I'm not going to play with you in the afternoon!

After that, Chen Xuan ran in the direction of home without looking back.

Seeing this, the remaining children of the same age as Chen Xuan also shook their heads, thinking that he might have something, and since others were unwilling to tell them, they were embarrassed to ask more, so they continued to discuss the matter of playing in the afternoon.

Chen Xuan, who returned home, immediately ran into the room as soon as he put down his schoolbag, locked the door, and then picked up the killing sword on the table and called

"I'm back, let's continue to cultivate!"

"Why are you in a hurry, you don't know how to meditate when cultivating! If you continue like this, sooner or later you will go crazy in your cultivation!"

Killing Sword replied impatiently.

Hearing this, Chen Xuan forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and according to the method that the Killing Sword said in the morning, he sat cross-legged on the bed and began to absorb the spiritual power of breathing.

In this way, it was not until the evening when Hu Qiucui called Chen Xuan for dinner that he woke up from his cultivation.

When he opened his eyes and found that the blue sky outside the window had become night, he was slightly stunned, and he sighed

"That's how fast the time flies!"

"Of course, otherwise why would some monks come out of retreat for years or even decades!"

Hearing what the Killing Sword said, Chen Xuan asked with a look of surprise on his face

"Decades of retreat? Just kidding, a person's life span is only 100 years at most, and if it takes a few decades, isn't it all over in a lifetime?"

As soon as he asked this sentence, Chen Xuan felt a tingling pain in his head, which was exactly the same as the pain that woke him up in the morning, he touched his head and shouted with some dissatisfaction

"Ah, what are you doing? Am I wrong with what I said? The master of the academy said that a person's life is only a hundred years!"

"Are you really stupid or fake stupid? He is talking about people, and you are cultivating immortals, monks and ordinary mortals are not of the same grade at all, how can you compare them? Boy, listen well, monks will increase their longevity as the realm increases, take the lowest Qi cultivation cultivator as an example, as long as he enters the Qi cultivation realm, no matter how heavy, he can have one hundred and fifty years of life, and when he breaks through the foundation, he can have three hundred years of life, and then increase in turn!

Hearing the words of the Killing Sword, Chen Xuan froze in place, and did not come back to his senses for a long time, and after about a few minutes, he patted his head with a sudden realization and said

"That's right! How did I forget, the monk is an immortal! How can he be compared with mortals! Also, you said that as long as you enter the Qi Cultivation Mirror, you can have a hundred and fifty years of life, so what realm am I now?"

Obviously, for a child who had just stepped into the path of cultivation, he was now eager to know what realm he had reached.