The high ground of Lingyun Peak returned to silence, as if the conversation between the two had not happened. A wild crane flew here, paced on the cliffside, sometimes combed its feathers, and finally sang a high-pitched crane, and then spread its wings and flew away.

In fact, the Taoist still didn't say anything, "The reason why Senior Brother chose to die this time is not because we are too disappointed in this world!"

Zhang Pingyi actually didn't rest for a long time, because his spirit was already sober and he didn't need to rest, and what he really needed to cultivate was his body's muscles and bones. Just depending on the situation, it is not possible to raise it in a while, and I need to let go of practicing boxing in the past few days.

Therefore, after the boy woke up, he began to practice calligraphy, but compared to the usual smooth and happy, this practice is a little stagnant and awkward, because usually the teenager writes with his left hand, but this time it was replaced by the right hand for the first time. Because when he practiced boxing in the morning, the boy always felt that punching was still a little unpleasant, and the punch with his right hand was always not as sharp as the punch with his left hand, so the boy thought that he would try to practice with his right hand in the future.

So there is the current situation, but the paper is indeed good paper, and the ink is indeed good ink, but the words written, even the ordinary people under the mountain who have never been exposed to pen and ink, have to give a thumbs up, but it is up, because it is indeed a little miserable.

The boy didn't have anything unusual because of the ugly handwriting, and this is not the first time that such a thing happened, when he wrote for the first time, it was much uglier than now, and he was not happy at that time? Knowing that the master was blind and couldn't see, he had to show it to the master. Let Master judge and judge.

Because the boy has always felt that the master must be able to see it, and he still thinks so.

Thinking of this, the corners of the young man's mouth were slightly raised because he was concentrating on practicing calligraphy, but the corners of his eyes were a little red.

On the young man's head, the green hairpin was fluorescent at some point, as if someone was watching here, full of kindness!

When the sun was about to cross his head and go west, Xiao Baoling finally woke up, washed up briefly, Xiao Baoling took the food that Uncle Xiao had put on the table earlier, one in one hand, of course, his mouth could not fall, and then pushed the door to Uncle Shi's house, sat next to the boy, and watched Uncle Xiao practice calligraphy while eating. Looking at the young man's different writing gestures and postures from before, as well as his meticulous demeanor, the girl felt a little bit of food, so after eating the food in her hand, she went to the stove room halfway and took some food.

Zhang Ping knows what his calligraphy is, not to mention his own master, even if he is 108,000 miles away from the little Baoling next to him. Therefore, when teenagers practice calligraphy, they only take their meanings, not their shapes.

For the right-handed calligraphy, the teenager never thought that it would be achieved overnight, and practicing calligraphy is like practicing boxing, which requires hard work. Zhang Pingyi likes this feeling of being able to feel progress after working hard, it doesn't matter if you slow down, the key is to never stagnate.

Zhang Pingyi set himself the goal of practicing one million words, this practice is not to practice one million words, but to practice the ten Kai boxing book millions of times, and it is a million for the left and right hands.

It has been some time since I started boxing, even if I am a teenager who has been working so hard, it is only that my left hand has just crossed the threshold of 50,000, and my right hand has just begun. There is still a long way to go before we can actually achieve our goals.

Time slipped quietly in the boy's daily boxing and word practice, and it was the fifth day of the junior high school in a blink of an eye.

On the fifth day of the first month, out of the year boundary.

On this day, Zhang Pingyi put away the statue of his hometown in the house early, and then took down all the "New Year" notes posted earlier and burned them. After doing these things, the year can be said to be over.

This is Zhang Pingyi's second year here, and of course, it may also be his last.

After cleaning up everything, Zhang Pingyi did not rush to practice boxing, but sat on the steps in front of the door, with his elbows against his knees and his chin against the back of his hands, silently in a daze. It's like thinking about something.

Xiao Baoling couldn't sleep lazy today, and was taken away by his own master early, saying that he was going to meet a few people. According to the news that the young man learned, the few people who came from other places this time are not small, I heard that they are all famous Taoist immortal sects in this continent, and a few of them are even immortal sects with the head of the sect, although there is still a lot of gap compared with the Lingbao Sect, but they are also giants, and they are all behemoths that can make the heavens and the earth tremble with a stomp of their feet in their respective realms.

As for why these sects sent people here, and they also needed Xiao Baoling, a little ancestor of the Spirit Treasure Sect, to receive them in person, the young man couldn't figure it out, and he wouldn't think about it deeply, that wasn't something he should think about. What he should be thinking about is when Xiao Baoling will come back, and whether he should make lunch in advance, after all, Baoling, who was woken up early, didn't even eat breakfast.

Zhang Ping's pair of Xiao Baoling are close from the heart, including Senior Sister Qi and Uncle Yuanshan, but except for the three of them, the other senior brothers and even the entire Lingbao Sect, the young man still maintains a certain distance, neither too close nor too estranged. It's like a traveler going to a different place and finding an inn to stay in, even if the inn is beautifully decorated, the shopkeeper's attitude is kind, and the guys who run the hall are hospitable, giving people a feeling of home, but after all, it is just a feeling, not their real home.

And there are a lot of people or things to deal with in it, and not everyone can control the proportions in the middle, so the teenager is a little tired here.

Since Zhang Pingyi practiced boxing in the sunrise light on the first day of junior high school, to the completion of physical cultivation, now the teenager has been able to practice boxing for three hours every day.

Just when the boy had just finished practicing boxing and was about to practice calligraphy again, there were many chaotic footsteps outside the courtyard, mixed with a lot of immature voices, from far and near.

Among them, there is one with the clearest voice and the most momentum, "When you get to my little uncle in a while, you all have to listen to me! You can only do what I ask you to do! I can tell you in advance, my little uncle has a bad temper, if you accidentally provoke my little uncle and make my little uncle unhappy, I can't help you." ”

Needless to say, this must be Xiao Baoling's little girl.

At this time, another slightly crying voice sounded weakly, "Why don't we go and go back?"

Xiao Baoling's voice immediately sounded again, "Li Slug, you coward, you said that you are so timid, and you love to cry so much, how can you be accepted as a closed disciple by the Li Family Dao Ancestor? If you don't dare to go, go back by yourself! Don't play with us in the future!"

The already weak voice just now was even more inaudible, "But I don't know the way back?"

"What did you say!"

"I'll go, can't I go!" Listening to the voice, the grievance seemed to be about to cry.

"It's not promising!"

Zhang Ping listened to the sound outside, shook his head and smiled, it seemed that the words could not be practiced, and then came to the door, removed the latch, and pushed open the courtyard door.

At this time, a group of people outside happened to come to the door, and as soon as the door opened, they were staring at each other.

Standing in front of Zhang Pingyi, not counting Xiao Baoling, there were a total of seven or eight children, both male and female. Judging from their appearances, the eldest of them is only about ten years old, and the youngest is only five or six years old, all of whom are children about the same age as Xiao Baoling. These children all wore the same Taoist robes, but the difference was that the system was different. From Zhang Pingyi's point of view, only Xiao Baoling stood in the middle of several people wearing a red padded jacket, which was the most conspicuous, faintly a big sister's posture, which was different.

"Uncle Junior!"

Xiao Baoling saw his little uncle, and he didn't care about maintaining the majesty of his eldest sister in front of a few people, so he immediately stepped forward.

Several other people were instilled too much by Xiao Baoling along the way, how their own little uncle is how, how powerful, and when they are about to be told that this little uncle who is more capable than the sky has a bad temper, and when they really see the little uncle in Xiao Baoling's mouth, these little guys who are not afraid of heaven and earth are all honest, respectfully learn the title of Xiao Baoling, and salute respectfully.

"Uncle Junior!"

Zhang Pingyi was a little overwhelmed, and hurriedly let a few people into the hospital.

Xiao Baoling's originally good mood on the side suddenly became bad, pouting and puffing.

Zhang Pingyi was watching inexplicably from the side, who provoked Xiao Baoling again?

It turned out that Xiao Baoling was angry with herself, just because Xiao Baoling had one more thing to forget to tell a few people, that is, Xiao Shi Uncle can only be her own little uncle, and only she can call her little uncle Xiao Shi.