Zhang Fuxiang is usually not on the top of the mountain, but lives in the backyard of the lecture hall of the book hall, and no students usually dare to trespass.

Wen Chengming took Lin Pinghe around for a while, and saw a small courtyard built next to the mountain wall.

Wen Chengming walked to the gate of the courtyard first, knocked on the door, and said loudly: "Master Zhang, Chengming has something to report to you." ”

"Come in. There was a hoarse sound from inside the door.

Wen Chengming pushed open the courtyard door and led Lin Pinghe into the courtyard, Zhang Fuxiang lay on the bench in the courtyard leisurely, squinting and resting.

This old man can really sleep, Lin Pinghe thought secretly.

"Hall Master Zhang, I brought Lin Pinghe here this time, mainly because I wanted to ask you about his cultivation plan. ”

"Oh, aren't all the lecture halls arranged?"

"That's right, Lin Pingfan only took more than an hour to complete the first lap of the Qi Cultivation Decision, and now he can complete a lap with two more breaths, if he is like an ordinary student, I'm afraid it will be a little delayed. ”

Zhang Fuxiang finally opened his eyes, and glanced at Lin Pinghe with some shock, although there are very few talents such as Zi, but there are many records in the academy for thousands of years, but this comprehension is a little surprising. Some unbelieving people asked Wen Chengming: "Have you checked it?

Wen Chengming affirmed: "Of course, I came to consult the hall master after checking and confirming, and I didn't believe it at first, but I'm afraid there are always some talents that are different from ordinary people in this world." ”

Zhang Fuxiang changed his casual attitude, squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Pinghe, and muttered to himself: "I have looked forward to it too many times, and sometimes, I don't dare to look forward to it." ”

Ignoring the two curious babies Lin Pinghe and Wen Chengming, he got up and walked back to the hut, only to listen to the sound of "clang" rummaging over the cabinet, and after a while, he opened the curtain and came out, walked to Lin Pinghe, handed over a simple and unpretentious ring in his hand to Lin Pinghe, moved back to the bench, and lay down comfortably and said: "Lin boy, there are spirit stones in this ring, which can promote your qi cultivation, don't be in a hurry to learn other exercises, first lay a solid foundation, remember, come to me to ask for exercises when it comes to practicing qi." ”

Lin Pinghe was happy in his heart, this old man doesn't seem to be very good, he is really generous, this should be the legendary Sumeru ring, which can store some dead things, and he is embarrassed to look too carefully, so he put it away against his chest first, and saluted: "Thank you for the love of the hall master, the students will definitely practice hard, live up to expectations, and break through the practice of qi as soon as possible!"

Zhang Fuxiang didn't reply, and waved his hand while napping.

Seeing this, Wen Chengming didn't linger, and said, "Hall Master, then we'll go down first." ”

Lin Pinghe bowed again and left the courtyard.

Outside the hospital

Wen Chengming also said in a slightly envious tone: "The number of this Sumeru ring is very small, and the entire academy is not more than a hundred, and it is basically used to reward major contributors. It seems that although the hall master is cold-faced, he still values you very much. ”

Lin Pinghe was curious: "How to refine this thing, why don't you refine more?"

"First, there are few materials, and only substances that are eroded and not damaged by the power of the Void attribute by chance have a chance to be refined into Sumeru; Therefore, the entire holy land rarely produces new Sumeru things. ”

Lin Pinghe's heart moved, if he knew this, this would be a means to make a fortune, and it could be monopolized.

Wen Chengming sent Lin Pinghe outside the lecture hall, and he didn't put on the head of the hall, and said in the tone of an equal: "Since Hall Master Zhang just asked you to step up your cultivation, I won't make any other arrangements, after I go back, practice diligently, and I hope to hear your good news as soon as possible." I still have the responsibility of supervising the class, so I will not send it far away. ”

Lin Pinghe felt that although Wen Chengming's speech was sometimes crepe, and he was uncomfortable to listen to, he was a very good person, and the young old man said with a smile: "The heart of the head of the Wen Palace to perform his duties, I admire it below, I don't have to send it far, I will go back to practice behind closed doors, and say goodbye!"

"Farewell!"

Unlike in the morning, on the way back, the clouds were already high, and there were fewer martial arts students at the foot of the mountain. Walking silently on the road alone, there is less cheap dad, less Lin Wuving, less a few dog legs shouting and cheering, it seems to be a lot quieter, but people are also lonely. Lin Pinghe is a person who doesn't like to be lonely, but the path of cultivation may be more and more lonely the further he goes.

Lin Pinghe stopped and looked down, and could vaguely see the fireworks in the world, farmland houses, Qianmo traffic, smell the fragrance of flowers, and flying butterflies, these are all lucky, and they can live with Nanhua Academy, without worrying about natural disasters and man-made disasters.

Lin Pinghe suddenly laughed again, he was always so sentimental, he really wanted to change his temperament, he finally came to this magical world, he couldn't come in vain, just thinking about himself, he had to think about doing something for the world, well, that's it.

After self-regulation! Go back to cultivation! Take a few deep breaths, and walk with firm steps again.

Back at the house, sit cross-legged, and the first thing you do is take out the Sumeru ring.

When I put it on my hand, the ring was inconspicuous, and the luster was a little dull, only a simple bronze auspicious cloud pattern. While playing, Lin Pinghe suddenly thought of something, how could this ring be opened?

Lin Ping and Lisuo found a small knife, and used the knife to make a few strokes on their fingers, there was no way to be injured, there was no special situation, no one wanted to have some blood inexplicably, it was still a finger with ten fingers connected to the heart, and the cultivation was high, and the pain nerves still existed.

Lin Pinghe looked down at the other parts of his body again, his arms, toes, thighs, and belly, including the little brother, all glanced at it, forget it, don't be hypocritical, let's cut off my fingers. His brows furrowed slightly, he made up his mind, controlled his strength, and the knife slashed his fingers, forehead, and white marks were not drawn.

This knife can't work, Lin Pinghe muttered, increased his strength a little more, and slashed hard, but he was still unscathed.

"Slap" Lin Pinghe seemed to suddenly think of something, and slapped his head helplessly: I am a martial artist in the congenital stage, where can an ordinary knife cut the skin. The innate qi operated, and a faint and thin knife qi appeared on the knife edge, and with a slight stroke of his fingers, drops of blood slowly poured out from the center of his fingers.

Lin Pinghe's fingers were aimed at the ring, a drop of blood accurately fell on the ring, staring at the ring tightly, half a sound, there was no movement, and the Sumeru ring was still lying quietly. Don't believe in evil, Lin Pinghe took advantage of the fact that the wound had not healed well, and dropped a few drops, still unmoving, dim.

Is it just a matter of inputting your own breath? Thinking about it, it's complicated? Lin Pinghe picked up the ring, and the innate qi kept surging towards the ring, but he couldn't get in at all, so he could only wrap the ring and slowly disperse.

Lin Pinghe didn't give up, the boiled duck was in front of him, and it was the kind that couldn't fly away, since the old man of the hall master gave it to me, he could naturally open it, how could he not open it!

Lin Pinghe thought about it, he didn't know that Wen Dianshou didn't know how to use it, so he wanted to get up and go out to ask. A cold voice came out of my head.

"Host, Sumeru-like items belong to a special magic weapon, which requires divine consciousness, and when you have divine consciousness and learn to imprint, you can naturally open it, and now you don't have to work in vain. ”

Lin Pinghe: ........

At the same time, the backyard of the Book Hall

Zhang Fuxiang suddenly turned over in a daze, and said to himself: "Hey, I seem to have forgotten to say something......?" Forget it, at such an age, don't worry about it, the sky won't fall anyway.