Tang Wanqing picked up exercises in the old man's library for a whole day, and when she came out, she was told that Ning Jun was in retreat.

She was a little disappointed, thinking that Ning Junxi was avoiding her, but Uncle Qi said that the young master might have to break through the bottleneck, and she felt that everything was just a coincidence.

She didn't want to believe that the boy who smiled brighter than the sun didn't like her anymore.

Although this liking is not necessarily a liking in the true sense of the word.

Time still flies quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the young swallow is growing in its wings.

In front of the window, Ning Junxi touched the creeper that was covered with green leaves again, and watched those young swallows stumble and learn to fly.

From time to time, the balls of fur that were getting rounder pounced and grabbed one, and the young swallows were not panicked, apparently accustomed to it.

Ning Junxi knew that in a few days, the young swallow would leave the nest and never fly back again.

He was a little sad, not very sad.

He looked away at the mob pecking on the side, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

This little guy looks more and more like a chicken, not only in appearance, but also in habits, but I don't know if he can have night vision.

"Young Master, Miss Tang has started refining qi. Xiao Qi came in from outside and replied.

"A ...... month" Ning Junxi frowned slightly, "Is this understanding a little worse, the old man didn't care about her?"

Xiao Qi pursed his lips, he didn't say it in the end, this is already very fast, after all, the person in front of him is only a moment.

"Elder Li said, let you guide her. He reminded.

"Am I not in retreat?" Ning Junxi's brows furrowed tighter.

Xiao Qi stopped talking again.

The so-called retreat of teenagers is to read books and meditate or bask in the sun in front of the window every day, in short, they stay in their rooms and do not go out.

Ning Junxi frowned and thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "Uncle Qi, you go to Wanqing's side, you don't have to guard me." ”

Xiao Qi frowned, "Young Master, no!"

Ning Junxi turned around and flicked his fingers.

A flash of blue light shot out.

The teacups not far away were suddenly covered in a layer of ice, but the table and other teacups and teapots were not affected at all.

"I got that breath out of my breath. Ning Junxi continued to lean back on the edge of the window and said casually.

Xiao Qi was stunned for a long time, both happy and bitter, with mixed tastes.

If it was before, the boy would have jumped up with joy, but now he is so calm as a matter of course.

"Old Li's ......," he asked tentatively.

"I can't even walk, how can I refine my body," Ning Junxi interrupted, "Let's talk about it later." ”

Qi refining needs to be completed on the basis of refining the body, otherwise the huge and mixed aura will quickly destroy the martial artist's body when it is transformed into true qi, which is common sense.

To be precise, refining the body is not a realm, it is just a foreshadowing.

Ning Junxi didn't seek much understanding before, but now he understands these things very well.

Xiao Qi's chest was a little depressed, but he knew that the young man had made up his mind, so he could only nod and say, "Yes, young master." ”

"Hmm. Ning Jun replied with pity, and casually touched a book and looked at it.

Xiao Qi turned to leave.

The furball ran up when he had enough of playing underneath, and got into the boy's arms, arching his head and arching the boy's arm.

Ning Junxi touched his hand, "Don't make trouble." ”

The furball put down the little monster in its mouth, babbled, and rolled around.

The little monster kept chirping.

Ning Junxi looked down, frowned, and knocked a chestnut on the hairball head, "Don't take it in the future, do you hear?"

The hairball stiffened, and suddenly became sick and wilted.

The chick who was covered in spittle by the hairball immediately became happy, and chirped to peck at the corner of the boy's clothes.

So all the spittle stars on Ning Junxi's clothes rubbed against him, and the young man's brows were knotted.

Without Xiao Qi guarding by his side, Ning Junxi naturally began to behave indiscriminately.

He didn't know when he was going to get better, or if he would never get better, but he couldn't let himself go on like this.

So, he began to experiment with a bold and unprecedented idea.

The predecessors were all refining the body and accumulating qi, but he did the opposite, using the true qi to enhance the physique little by little.

Refining qi first, then refining the body.

These, if they were replaced by others, would naturally be impossible.

Not to mention that the invocation of true qi is not something that is innate, and not to mention the cumbersome and complicated transformation of spiritual qi into true qi, even the proficiency and measurement of invocation are also very particular.

If there is too little calling, it is useless, and if there is too much calling, it will be seriously injured or even the end of the meridians being destroyed.

Moreover, without the experience of previous people, no one knows what will happen next.

However, Ning Jun cherished that after cultivating once, many difficulties would be reduced a lot, and coupled with the current situation, he had no choice but this path.

Rather than waiting for the old man's belated approach, he would rather go out of his own way, even if it was full of thorns.

Ning Junxi became very busy, and he didn't even have time to bask in the sun in front of the window and watch the young swallows crying, even if the spring was very good.

When he finally figured out his way, it was late spring, and he asked Xiao Qi, only to know that a few young swallows flew away a few days ago.

He smiled and looked at the empty nest under the eaves, a little regretful, but not sad.

There has never been a banquet in the world, and his fate with a few young swallows may not even be a banquet.

He started to get busy again, and his body got better day by day.

He no longer needs Xiao Qi to carry him around, he can go downstairs by himself and arrange his own place.

It's just that he can't go far, and he won't go far.

He was no longer in retreat, sometimes meditating for a day, sometimes going to the old man's library to read a book for a day, occasionally basking in the sun and watching the two little beasts frolicking.

Tang Wanqing's cultivation was still not happy after she started, even if she was taught by Xiao Qi.

Ning Junxi often wondered, wasn't she a seven-peer body, shouldn't her qualifications be excellent, why was she more than a little or two points slower than his original cultivation?

However, he doesn't bother to point out or probe anything, after all, he has never been a very curious child.

One day, he accidentally saw Xiao Xiaoyue on the other side of the painted bridge, only to realize that he hadn't seen it for nearly a year.

Xiao Xiaoyue obviously knew that the boy had seen it, and he jumped and jumped over there, waving at him vigorously.

Ning Junxi looked at the big guy who hadn't changed much, he was still so silly and stupid, and he thought it was very good.

He didn't know if Xiao Xiaoyue was here for the first time, or if he came here I don't know how many times he found out, he hadn't cared about these for a long time.

But he didn't go over.

It's not that Xiao Xiaoyue pulled him down that cave to have a series of consequences later, because he felt that everything was his own choice, and no one was to blame.

Rather, the bridge is too long.

He waved his hand at Xiao Xiaoyue, turned around and returned to the bamboo building to continue his busyness.

Xiao Xiaoyue didn't understand why the young man ignored it, and he was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks on the other side of the bridge, but he didn't dare to go on the bridge.

The old man said that if it went up to the bridge again, it would peel off its skin.

After that, Ning Junxi would see Xiao Xiaoyue watching him from the other side of the bridge every day, he would always wave his hand, and he would take care of himself.

Looking at each other across the bridge, Ning Junxi always felt a little weird.

Time passed so calmly and quickly, and soon it was midsummer.

On this day, the clouds were overcast in the void cave, and it was as hot as a steamer.

Tang Wanqing was so hot that she couldn't calm down to meditate, so she simply went to Ning Junxi to play, but she searched all over the bamboo building and the library, but she couldn't find the young man who would never go far.

At this time, everyone realized that Ning Jun was gone.