He Ping stood in front of the window, silent.

Outside the window, cars come and go, and the flow of people is like weaving.

Although he pretended to be 13 once and satisfied his vanity, he had to return to reality in the end, and he failed the test.

The protagonist of the novel, no matter how unlucky and masochistic he is at the beginning, at least has a chance to start. No matter whether people are doing chores, whether they are external disciples, or they are divorced, at least they can get involved with Xiuzhen.

When you come to him, you will be directly hit on the head and suffocated with a stick.

Didn't you say that there was a line in the way of heaven? Where is his line?

He Ping's face was bitter, and he took out the copper sheet and rubbed it gently. There must be a big secret hidden in this, or the white fox wouldn't have reacted like that, but he couldn't find it.

He Ping closed his eyes and pondered carefully. How to solve the situation in front of him? He had less than nine silver coins in his hand, except for the copper plate. How to start the path of cultivation?

While meditating, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, from far and near, stopping in front of his door.

Dangdang, there was a knock on the door.

"May I ask if He Ping is here?"

It was He Jian's voice.

He Ping's heart moved, walked over quickly, and opened the door.

He Jian stood at the door and said apologetically: "Brother, I'm sorry, I couldn't help you!"

"What did the eldest brother say? I am already grateful for this opportunity. I can't grasp it myself, how can I blame the big brother? Come, come in and sit. ”

Let He Jian into the house, He Ping hurriedly poured tea and water.

He Jian was even more embarrassed.

"I'm really sorry I couldn't help this time, I don't know what else my brother wants?"

He Ping suddenly thought, can he ask He Jian to find a book on cultivation? Even if it is the most inferior. It's just that people have helped him so much, and he is a little difficult to speak.

There were still nine silver coins in his pocket, which was his last asset, and he knew that there was not much money, and he didn't know if it was enough to ask He Jian to help buy a book on Xiuzhen.

It is definitely not possible for him to buy it himself, the things of the cultivators, he is a mortal, and he can't touch them at all.

With all this money, he had no money to eat, but he didn't hesitate and put his hand in his pocket.

He's a big man, can he starve to death without money? He still has hands.

He Ping's expression suddenly froze, and there were inexplicably more things in his pockets, cool, slippery, and seemed to be cubes. In addition to this, there are two smooth vials.

He Ping took out a small cube, put it in front of him, and looked at it carefully.

"Hey, you have spirit stones?"

Seeing the things in He Ping's hand, He Jian sighed lightly.

It turned out that this was the spirit stone, He Ping was secretly happy in his heart, forced his excitement, and said to He Jian: "Big brother, can I use the spirit stone to buy the cultivation exercises?"

He Jian said: "Good exercises are not good, and low-level ones are no problem." ”

"How many spirit stones?"

"The lowest one is about ten yuan, the slightly better one is about twenty yuan, and the better one is one hundred yuan..."

Before He Jian finished speaking, He Ping said excitedly: "It's going to be the worst!"

Originally, he was already desperate, but he didn't expect this kind of turnaround.

The most inferior exercises, there must be many shortcomings, how can he have limited spirit stones, if he doesn't choose the most inferior, he doesn't even have a chance to start.

After fifteen days, He Jian brought a manuscript with the four big characters "Cultivation Foundation" written on the cover.

This book is really basic, except for the most basic cultivation methods, there are no various spell applications.

However, "The Foundation of Cultivation" talks about various necessary knowledge about cultivation, such as cultivation should be divided into four stages: Qi training, foundation building, knotting, and Yuanying, and each stage is divided into nine layers.

These four stages not only represent the level of mana, but also the degree of transformation of the body.

Naturally, different stages will have different lifespans. The transformation of the body during the Qi training period is limited, and the increase in lifespan is not obvious, but it is only slightly higher than the lifespan of ordinary people. The maximum life expectancy during the foundation building period can reach 220 years old, and it is said that the predecessors of the Yuan infant period can live up to thousands of years.

He Ping believes that the most important thing in the path of cultivation is not to fight, kill, and revenge, but to be free, unrestrained, and immortal.

He Jian promised He Ping to help him buy some more introductory law decisions. He knew that He Ping didn't have a spirit stone, so he took the initiative to promise to help him put a few pieces on it.

He Jian's personality is really good. He Ping secretly made up his mind that one day in the future, he would definitely repay him.

Another fifteen or sixteen days have passed, but there has been no news from He Jian. During this period of time, He Ping has been studying the "Cultivation Basics" and has been practicing according to the above introduction. But for some reason, nothing worked.

The white fox lies on the bed every day, snoring and sleeping, but it is slowly changing, its hair is getting brighter and brighter, and its body size has become a little bigger, and a cluster of red hairs has grown at the center of its eyebrows, like a red eye.

On this day, He Ping opened his eyes and was stunned.

Not far away, on the bed, a woman was staring at him, white clothes like snow, black hair like a waterfall, it turned out to be the woman who made him ashamed of himself in the ice and snow, and was incredibly beautiful.

The woman's eyes were cold for a while, gentle for a while.

"Alas, for the sake of a mere human race, I didn't think I would be unstable! I really should have killed you now!"

Her voice was round and jade, and her aftermath was lingering, and she said murder in her mouth, but there was no trace of killing intent in her eyes.

After a moment, she shook her head again and sighed softly.

"I'll help you again, come here!"

He Ping had long been stupid, and walked in front of her like a marionette.

"You... Is it a white fox?"

He Ping was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

These days, her shadow keeps appearing in her mind. He wanted to see her again, just to hear her voice again.

He gently stroked the fur of the white fox every time he faced it, and the white fox just looked at him with a soft gaze, and sometimes stretched out his head and rubbed his body.

Doesn't it mean that a fox demon can transform into a human form?

He Ping once suspected that the picture in the dream was imagined by him, but shouldn't there be a prototype of reality? He had never seen such a beautiful woman.

"My name is Hu Qianqian!" she said softly.

"Qianqian, you are so beautiful!"

He Ping had a thousand words in his heart, but he didn't know how to speak, so he only said these few words.

The corners of Hu Qianqian's mouth were slightly upturned, and she smiled, captivating the country and the city.

"Really?"

He Ping nodded vigorously and secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The two stared at each other, and He Ping stretched out his palm and gently held a soft wattle.

Time stands still in this moment, and the world no longer exists.

I don't know how long it took, Hu Qianqian seemed to wake up from her dream and murmured, "Okay, I'm going to help you improve your bloodline!"

After speaking, her fingertips swiped lightly on Hao's wrist, and slowly, a drop of golden blood was forced out of Hao's wrist by her, spinning slightly, floating in the air.

He Ping stared at this drop of golden blood, it seemed to be very thick, the surface was extremely smooth, and it was full of soft light, like a golden bead, and slowly floated towards him.

Is the power of the bloodline? He Ping was so moved, how could he repay such a great kindness? Let him repay it with his life.

She raised her fingers lightly, and He Ping found that he couldn't move, but he wasn't worried, Qianqian would definitely not harm himself.

The golden blood flew into He Ping's mouth, and immediately turned into a line of fire and rushed into He Ping's abdomen.

He Ping's body suddenly opened a pot, like turning over a river and a sea, his whole body became red, his green tendons were exposed, and his sweat was like a stream, and his strands flowed down.

He Ping's body was up and down, and his limbs suddenly ached, as if there were countless steel needles swimming in his body, and as if there were countless blades cutting through his body.

If he could shout, He Ping would definitely shout out his throat, but he could only open his mouth, like a fish starved of oxygen, panting heavily.

The pain became more and more intense, and He Ping finally couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes went dark, and he fainted.

When he woke up, He Ping found himself lying on the floor, his clothes stained on his body, and his whole body emitted a foul smell. Is this the washing of the marrow?

Hu Qianqian was gone, replaced by the white fox.

Seeing He Ping wake up, it raised its front paws lightly and struck a magic battle at him.

A ball of clear water suddenly appeared in the air, crystal clear, twisting slightly, and with a breath, it surrounded He Ping entirely. He Ping hurriedly closed his mouth and eyes.

Strands of water, like a swimming dragon, swam around him.

He held his breath to keep the water from entering his nose.

After a while, the water suddenly disappeared, and He Ping opened his eyes to find that all the filth on his body was gone, and his body was indescribably comfortable.

The white fox said softly: "You already have the power of my clan's bloodline, and you can cultivate the god and demon forging body. ”

After speaking, the copper sheet appeared at He Ping's feet.

"Demons and demons, remember, don't expose the gods and demons forging body! Otherwise, you will die and have no place to bury! Okay, I'm leaving!"

The white fox actually said that he would leave.

He Ping hurriedly said, "How will I find you in the future?"

The white fox's tone turned cold: "After a thousand years, if you can't turn into a god, I will kill you with my own hands!"

After saying that, the body began to fade.

He Ping was anxious: "Hey, you haven't told me yet, how to cultivate!"

"Dripping blood!"

The voice came from afar, and the shadow of the white fox completely faded.

He Ping rushed to the window, pushed the window open, and leaned out.

There are many people outside, where is the shadow of a white fox.

Obviously they had just met, but she left like this! He Ping's heart was empty, and he met her, depended on her, and then parted, and the scenes in the middle flashed in front of him.

When they met, she must have been extremely injured before letting him meet.

"In a thousand years, if you can't turn into a god, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Maybe that's what she expects, maybe it's what inspires her. A thousand years, turning into a god, a long distance! Will she really bear it when the time comes? If she really can't turn into a god, he will have no regrets.

He knew that there was a man waiting for him in the distance, no, it should be a demon waiting for him, right? What difference did it make? It was enough to know that it was waiting for him! What a beautiful face it was? It was imprinted in his heart at first sight.

Hundreds of miles away, a two-tailed white fox stood on the top of the mountain, looking back.

Those people were not mistaken, this body was indeed a three-eyed sky fox, but she was not.

Thanks to them, she has recovered a little bit of her cultivation, and she doesn't dare to stay there anymore, she is afraid of bringing disaster to him.

A thousand years, is it enough for him? But she can't help it, and when that happens, they are like little ants in the middle of the sea, a lonely boat, between heaven and earth.

She doesn't allow anyone to touch him, he's hers! She will never forget that name: He Ping!

He Ping knew that the gap with her was too big, and he had to catch up as soon as possible.

"Qianqian, sooner or later, I will go to the demon clan and find you! At that time, I won't let you leave again!"

He Ping secretly made up his mind.

He cut his finger, and a drop of bright red blood dripped onto the copper sheet. The blood travels along the lines of the copper sheet, forming thin red lines.

With a buzz, the copper sheet rose into the air and levitated in front of He Ping. He Ping's mind seemed to have established a connection with the copper sheet, and all kinds of mysterious feelings appeared in He Ping's mind.