Ningxia nodded, and Old Man Cheng smiled and said, "Watching you as if you were rising in the morning, I seemed to see my youth. In terms of appearance, I was much more handsome than you when I was young. Great time and a bright future, cherish it, young people."

Mr. Cheng suddenly took a heavy blow on his shoulder and strided away.

Ningxia was uneasy when he didn't persuade Old Man Cheng, but now that things have come to this point, he has no other choice but to think that if a big war breaks out, he will try his best to rescue Old Man Cheng.

Time is precious and he can't stand his random thoughts. He fell back to the bed again and fell asleep soon after.

After waking up, it was already the moon in the middle of the sky. He rushed to the cafeteria and returned with some cold meals. He picked up a thick book "Jinluo Xue" and then took the time.

So far, he felt that among the many classics he learned, only the knowledge in this book "Jinluo Science" is the most commonly used.

Whether it is practicing the guidance technique or Qianjun Slash, all kinds of tendons and meridians are indispensable.

In order to lay a deeper foundation and to facilitate the future, Ningxia has put the most effort into the big book "Jinluo Xue".

He was holding a thick brick like a bitter back, and the door was pushed, but it didn't open.

As soon as he heard the movement, he knew that the person who came was Old Man Cheng, and the original door bolt of his door was destroyed in the hands of Old Man Cheng.

He specially asked the logistics servant to change the iron door bolt, otherwise it would be too private.

The door opened, and it was indeed Old Man Cheng. Ningxia was about to speak, Old Man Cheng's body softened and fell into his arms.

He hurriedly helped Old Man Cheng into the room, lay on the bed, and raised his back. Looking closely, Old Man Cheng's face was extremely decayed, and a cloth bag was tightly clamped in his arms.

Old Man Cheng pointed to the cloth bag, Ningxia opened it and another parchment roll. Before he could open the parchment roll, his eyebrows were thrust by the power on the parchment roll.

"You have written the magical skills again? This, this..."

Ningxia didn’t know what to say, saying she didn’t want it, it was too hypocritical, and she wanted to say thank you, but it was too light.

He took a quick step and walked back to the low cabinet at the bedside, and instantly took out most of the basin of animal meat.

Last time, for the fourth level of impact guidance, there were still more than a dozen kilograms of animal meat left and never swallowed it.

Old Man Cheng waved his hand and said weakly, "I'm old and I can't use these anymore. You can eat them yourself."

Ningxia said, "If you don't want it, I would rather not be able to accept the spiritual skills of my predecessors."

Old Man Cheng sighed, "Why are you doing this? Use it to practice quickly? The longevity of the parchment scroll storage magical consciousness is very poor. The longer the time is, the easier it is to lose the spiritual consciousness attached to it."

Ningxia insisted on not following her, and Old Man Cheng had no choice but to struggle to get up, holding the pot of beast meat, "Crazy, crazy, why bother?" Soon, his back disappeared into the dark twilight.

After turning several corners, Old Man Cheng's hunched body suddenly straightened, and a proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Boy is so young, I won't touch you so much that I'll make you so excited. Sooner or later, I'll ask you to bow to my seat."

Before his thoughts came to an end, he stepped on a piece of firewood under his feet. His body tilted and the basin flew out first. With a bang, more than a dozen kilograms of animal meat fell to the ground.

Old Man Cheng was angry and embarrassed, "It's really useless. It's just that much spiritual sense is consumed."

He picked up the basin, threw it out, turned around and left.

After not taking more than ten steps, he ran over again, unwilling to pick up the basin, bent down and picked up pieces of the ashes-dipped animal meat, rushed to the washing sink in the kitchen. After working hard for a long time, he cleaned up the basin of the animal meat again.

Ningxia didn't know Old Man Cheng's little thoughts. As soon as Old Man Cheng left, he closed the door tightly with excitement and took the parchment and spread it out.

When I brushed the floor, tears immediately burst out, but the overall feeling was much stronger than last time, and the tingling sensation on the eyebrows became much lighter.

Even so, he had to cut his fingers and hold the Phoenix Gallbladder for less than ten minutes.

Fortunately, this exercise was not complicated. He absorbed all the spiritual consciousness attached to the parchment scroll and only consumed four purple patterns in the phoenix gallbladder.

If the exercises are more complicated, he will give up.

He dared not let the purple patterns in the Phoenix Gallbladder consume too much. After all, there is still a big battle that is imminent. Too much purple patterns can not be recovered in a short period of time. Once he encounters a battle, with his current cultivation level, it is very dangerous.

After absorbing the spiritual consciousness on the parchment roll, Ningxia closed her eyes and settled for half an hour, then suddenly turned over and jumped up.

He was seen stepping on all sides, slashing his left palm horizontally, grabbing his right palm, swinging his arms out like lightning, and capturing his hands and mouth alternately, making the tiger and tiger gushing out, and his palms flew over, like a butterfly through flowers.

The set of martial arts taught by Old Man Cheng is called "Little Grabbing Hand". It is a skill in close combat. It not only has the skill of grabbing the blade with no hands, but also has the power to divide the tendons and bones, which is very domineering.

It also makes up for the shortcomings of Ningxia's current weakness of only swordsmanship and no bare hands fighting ability.

He rolled and practiced all night until he completely digested his spiritual consciousness and almost formed a combat instinct, before he stopped.

The next morning, he was still sleeping soundly, and Old Man Cheng knocked violently on the door and woke him up.

"There is no need to go to the cafeteria. I bought the buns for you. I'll eat them quickly. After eating them, I'll see what your kid is doing."

Old Man Cheng put a large bag of buns on the table and picked up the color-changing parchment rolls. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "What a good seedling, he is simply a genius. If such a genius missed me, what a great loss would it be for him."

Ningxia cleaned the buns in two groups, pulled out her posture, slapped her arms out, and started practicing in a rolling manner.

Old Man Cheng nodded slightly, "It's not a waste of my hard work. Although the spiritual consciousness technique can have a quick and miraculous effect, in the final analysis, if you want to completely absorb the spiritual consciousness technique, you have to rely on your own diligence. Okay, you can practice it. I have greeted Fei Ming and I will not arrange your actions in the near future."

After explaining, Old Man Cheng asked him again his academic questions. Ningxia asked all the questions accumulated recently, mostly focusing on "Jinluo Xue".

Although according to Old Man Cheng, even if it is a big test two years later, "Jinluo Xue" can only take the memory of the basic teaching, and even if it is extended, it is extremely limited.

But Ningxia did not study "Jinluo Science" entirely to deal with the exams. He was really studying it with all his heart.

Old Man Cheng was very satisfied with his spirit of study and was a genius student he had identified. Naturally, he was satisfied with how he looked, and he didn't bother him and answered whatever he asked.

After a while of Q&A, it lasted until noon before Old Man Cheng got out and rushed to Canteen No. 3.

Ningxia was not busy rushing to the cafeteria for dinner. Looking at the disappearing figure of Old Man Cheng, he fell into deep thought.

After thinking for more than ten seconds, he looked around the dormitory. Then, he moved the wooden bed in a direction and turned to go out of the room. Soon, he turned back to the room and had an extra hoe in his hand.

He planned to dig a hole in the room temporarily so that Old Man Cheng could hide at a critical moment.

No matter what, Old Man Cheng's cultivation is gone and his temper is irritated. In this way, when he encounters a demon attack, his blood will probably be over.

He refused to be a teacher of Old Man Cheng, but he was not used to kowtowing to others. He still recognized this senior who preached and learned to help others.

After achieving the fourth level of guidance, Ningxia's physical body strengthening is all-round. The most obvious point is that his arms are now full of 200 kilograms of strength, and his endurance is especially good.

He dug out a two-foot-wide and seven-foot-deep pit in just over two hours. With the night, he spread the wasteland and filled it into the flower pond.

Four days passed, everything was calm and the entire school was peaceful, but Ningxia knew that a storm could come at any time.

Yesterday morning, the large army of the Academy was transferred away, and the movement was very big. The palace guard team also divided more than 20 people to form a baggage team and set off with the team.

Since then, Ningxia has been prepared to deal with danger, and his saber to stop leaving his horse-killing saber.

Early this morning, he found Old Man Cheng and asked him to give him some advice. He had planned that the Blood Killing Sect would really raid the Donghua Academy, and today should be the best opportunity.

The longer the time goes by, the more likely the team at Donghua Academy will complete the cleaning mission and withdraw as soon as possible.

Sure enough, around 10 o'clock in the morning, Ningxia heard the fierce whistle sound, and then the Shangyang Bell, which stood at the highest point of the back mountain of the Academy, also made a violent sound.

"No, there is an enemy raiding the academy!" Old Man Cheng stood up, Ningxia's hand knife slashed behind his head.

The next moment, his body fell softly. Ningxia held his body and dragged it away from the wooden bed, revealing a crooked wooden board, which seemed to be placed casually.

When he lifted the wooden board, a deep pit appeared. Ningxia held Old Man Cheng, put it in the deep pit, covered the wooden board, moved the wooden bed back to its original position, and rushed out with a sabre.

As soon as he ran out of the door, he found that all the doors were opened, and the remaining eighty palace guardians rushed out almost simultaneously.

As soon as he rushed out of the backyard, he saw Manager Chen, Deputy Manager Liu and others leading a large army of servants running out from the back mountain. There were also people wearing an apron around their waists and kitchen knives in their hands.

Continue to rush forward and rush into the front yard, and see hundreds of students who have formed a square array, dozens of coaching arrays at the forefront, and black figures in front rushed towards the array, all with ferocious faces.

The Qingxiao sword in the middle of the deputy palace chief Zuo Huanshan swung his palm, and a green light cover rose up to form an invisible barrier to block the progress of the Blood Killing Sect.

"Can the Donghua Academy only hide?"

Long Yan, the leader of the Blood Killing Sect, screamed and said, "They are guarding against them, let's disperse, destroy the palace, slaughter women and children, and they will sacrifice to the Donghua Academy with 300,000 creatures in the city."

"Shameless!"

Zuo Huanshan shouted angrily, the Qingxiao sword swung out, and the light wall barrier dispersed.
Chapter completed!