As soon as Zhang Ping came to the study hall, he saw Senior Sister Qi waving to him from a distance, so he walked to the seat next to him and began to draw talismans. The boy really has no talent in drawing runes, others often learn runes that can be written a few times, but he can't do anything, he can remember them at a glance, but he always can't write well when he writes, so the boy is not less ridiculed by Senior Sister Qi. The young man knows that he is stupid, so he is more and more diligent, and if he can't write it ten times, if he can't write it ten times, he will write it a hundred times, and if he can't write it a hundred times, he will write it a thousand times. For teenagers, as long as they can do things with hard work, it is not difficult, but they are afraid that no matter how hard they try, they can't see a glimmer of hope, such as mountaineering and cultivating.

For teenagers who have seen the scenery on the mountain, of course, they have to climb the mountain to see the higher scenery after they have no worries about their lives. This is also why everyone in the world knows the danger on the mountain, and if you are not careful, you will die, and you are still eager to do so.

It's just that the young man's qualifications are mediocre, and he was injured the day after tomorrow, so he can't climb the mountain before his body is boiled out.

The boy who could not climb the mountain was not discouraged and was still obsessed with the study of the talisman seal. What the other teenager couldn't figure out was how the rune seals formed by a few simple strokes that ordinary people couldn't understand exerted their power. The young man had asked others for advice on this matter, but this stumped those who were consulted, so he had to prevaricate with "This is the result of the great power of the patriarch over a long period of time, how can we disciples speculate at will?" This made the teenager more and more curious. However, the things that can't be figured out will always be silently buried in the bottom of the heart, and when the opportunity comes, it will blossom and bear fruit.

Cultivation and cultivation, not only to cultivate the Tao, but also to cultivate the mind, so after studying the talisman seal, it is to cultivate the heart in the temple, because it involves the Taoist mind, Zhang Pingyi can not practice, so he continues to leave the depiction of the talisman seal.

After depicting a magic talisman thirty thousand times, the young man got up and went outside the hall, stretched his body, and relaxed his overly tense spirit.

When the young man was about to turn around and leave, he found that there was suddenly a middle-aged Taoist around him, which made the young man's heart sink, and his body was tense at first and then relaxed.

As soon as he thought of this, the young man hurriedly saluted respectfully.

The young man's guess was not right or wrong, this Taoist was indeed a profound immortal, but he was no longer in this mountain, and he no longer belonged to this world.

Yuchen Daojun looked at this somewhat special little boy and asked, "Are you still used to it here?"

The young man was a little puzzled by these inexplicable words, and he couldn't speak without knowing the identity of this Taoist, so he had to answer: "Habit." ”

Then the two of them just stood like this, without saying a word, each thinking about his own thoughts.

If there were other people here at this time, they would never be surprised by this, because in the eyes of others, there was only one young man standing there at this time. Even if the current sect leader of the Lingbao Sect, Yuan Qing Zhenjun, is here, as long as Yuchen Daojun doesn't want to, let him cast spells in every way, he won't find any clues, after all, the two words behind Yuchen are not available to anyone.

The sun came to the top of the two, calculating the time, Senior Sister Qi and they were also going to end their practice, the young man looked at the Taoist, and found that he had no intention of leaving, so he took his leave and left.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the back of the young man leaving and looked back at this world, and couldn't help sighing: "What an eventful autumn!"

Until he returned to his mansion, Zhang Pingyi still didn't understand why the middle-aged Taoist came here just now, shook his head, and simply didn't want to.

The boy came to the stove room, planning to cook, although there is a special cook in the Lingbao Sect, there is no need to worry about the stomach, and there is also a saying in the ancient books that "the gentleman is far away from the kitchen", but the boy has followed the blind Taoist to walk the world since he was a child, as a disciple, of course, this kind of trivial things in life can not be done by the master, so for these little things in life, the young man is very familiar.

Besides, this place is a famous cave blessed land, the aura is abundant, and there is naturally no shortage of fairy and wild fowl, it can be said that it is a food everywhere, as long as you are not afraid of trouble, you can be completely self-sufficient.

After Zhang Pingyi came here, he was unwilling to borrow the hands of others for the things in his life, and he always went into the mountains to hunt and solve the problem by himself.

The boy was cooking, only to hear the door of the courtyard knock, and he didn't see any movement from the boy, but he doubled the original meal for one person.

After Qi Mengyao finished her homework, she hurriedly returned to her room, cleaned up briefly, and hurried to the mountain again, for fear of missing something.

When I came to a mansion on the mountain, I pushed the door directly in, as if this was my home, and came to the stove room with a familiar way, and saw that the emaciated figure who was busy just started cooking, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Ever since she came to the teenager to catch up with the teenager for dinner, and was left here by the teenager to eat once, Qi Mengyao really liked the teenager's craft, and came to eat from time to time. Those common things on the mountain, although the meal prepared by the sect is not as exquisite as the meal prepared by the sect, but it has a unique flavor.

It was a very different atmosphere from the mountains.

The boy has long been accustomed to eating and drinking with this senior sister, and he always prepares more ingredients every time he goes into the mountain to pick ingredients.

The young man silently packed up all kinds of ingredients there, and Senior Sister Qi asked questions next to him. For this senior sister with extremely high cultivation talent but blank life experience, the young man couldn't help but feel a little funny, so he really laughed, which made the girl a little puzzled, and asked the young man why he was laughing.

The two just frolicked and played, and the scene looked quite warm.

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Autumn turned to winter, and the weather began to get cold, but the boy still ran according to the established trajectory. Following a group of disciples to practice during the day and continuing to stay up at night, under this kind of non-stop efforts day and night, the results are also gratifying.

The boy's exploration of the Fu Seal is still not progressive, but his depiction of the Fu Seal has reached the point of entering the room, and a large number of transcriptions make the boy even if he only sees a few of them, he can know which Fu Seal it belongs to, such an achievement is not unmatched, but it is also a handful.

And the young man's body is getting stronger and stronger, and this kind of constant beating of the body makes the young man not inferior to the pure martial artist under the mountain. But its true combat power may not even be known to the teenager himself.

The New Year is approaching again, and for the Qi Cultivators on the mountain, the year is no longer so important, what they are pursuing is the Great Dao Immortality, and everything in front of the Great Dao Immortal Life has become less important.

But for the teenager, he has a lot of expectations for the year. In the memory of the teenager, I can't remember the appearance of my parents clearly, but when I was a child, the situation of the family during the New Year is vivid.

Zhang Ping had already asked someone to go to his hometown far away to buy things to be used for the New Year, what Spring Festival couplets, door gods, lanterns and other things used for the New Year, there was no such condition before, but now there is a monthly payment issued by Lingbaozong, not to mention that he is very rich, but it is still possible to prepare some New Year's goods.

As the end of the year approached, finally one day the boy did not go to the temple to practice as usual, but along a remote stone path to a place that is inaccessible, if it is in spring and summer, this place must be quiet and far-reaching, flowers and trees are luxuriant, it is definitely an ideal place for hermits to practice on the mountain down the mountain. Even if you are on such an immortal mountain, such a place is rare.

The young man slowly walked to this quiet place, and found that someone had already arrived one step ahead of him, and after a pause, he still came to the man's side, and the two of them looked at the small dirt bag protruding from the ground, and their thoughts were different.

Until the end, the two didn't have much conversation, but the Taoist who the young man hadn't seen since he came to the sect, when he was about to turn around and leave, handed over a book to the young man, and after the young man solemnly took it, the Taoist seemed to want to say something encouraging, but when the words came to his mouth, he still didn't spit out, just patted the young man on the shoulder heavily, and turned away. It wasn't until the young man could no longer see the figure of the Taoist that a sentence floated from afar, "Live well, for your master!"

The young man looked at the direction of the Taoist's departure, as if he was talking to the Taoist, and as if he was saying to himself: "Yes!"

The boy put away the thin and simple book, walked to the woods on the side, found a tree of the right size, and slapped it out with one palm, and the tree exploded when he landed, and there was an extra plank in the boy's hand, which showed that the boy's use of strength had reached the point of being free to retract and release.

Inserting this wooden board into the grave, the young man took out the cone that he used to practice the talisman seal from his sleeve, and did not see its dyed ink, so he wrote on the wooden board on his knees, and as the sawdust fell, the young man put the pen into his sleeve. Then he landed on his knees, and his head rang three times, and he refused to look up.

When the boy got up again, he was already in tears.