Returning to the dormitory, Ningxia lay on the bed, quietly thinking about what Wang Shuisheng said.

The thoughts in his mind were entangled, as if two little people were arguing, one was yelling, "I have to join the school immediately," and the other was yelling, "I would rather wait for two years and not grab three days, and haste will not be achieved."

He was thinking about it and his head was dizzy. When the door was knocked open, Old Man Cheng stood beside the door and shouted, "What a lazy guy, when is it still lying on the bed."

Ningxia turned over and sat up, "What's the point of coaching?"

His feelings for Old Man Cheng were very complicated. He was grateful to him for preaching and helping him, but also felt that this old man had a strange personality and was greedy for money and was stingy and difficult to get along with.

Old Man Cheng held a parchment in his hand and sneered, "It's expensive to do it? What's the expensive to do? It's ridiculous, ridiculous..."

After not seeing each other for many days, he was relieved, his beard became more and more aged.

Old Man Cheng said a few words, turned around and was about to leave, and suddenly stopped, "Why do you live in a single dormitory?"

Ningxia said, "I have joined the palace guard team and made some contributions. Now I am serving as the team leader. Therefore, I live in a single dormitory."

Old Man Cheng's eyes lit up, "When did this happen? Tell me quickly."

Ningxia said the causes and consequences.

Old Man Cheng widened his eyes, "You guy didn't fool me, can you fight against the rat? You can even cut off one of his ears. I don't believe it no matter how I listened."

Ningxia took out the card of merit, and Old Man Cheng was overjoyed, "Good boy, I'm not wrong. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, I'm going to eat meat, eat big meat."

Ningxia said, "Young people should treat you." But she refused to give him money. The old man was so cruel that he didn't have enough to grab it.

Old Man Cheng sneered, "Look at your little stingy look, you are still thinking about the eight hundred that I took away last time. I tell you, if you take another ten eight hundred, you won't lose."

With a snap, Old Man Cheng threw the sheepskin roll in his hand on the pear wood tea table at the head of the bed.

Ningxia picked up the parchment roll and took a look. She couldn't help but feel dizzy and tears fell on her eyes.

"What's this?"

"You have never heard of the magical technique."

Ningxia wiped her tears and stood up, staring at Old Man Cheng in disbelief, "Teacher, you..."

"You want to ask why I am so fond of you? Don't you think I'm a bastard who cheats on food and drinks? Well, if you are really an old man who knows the world, I won't be attracted to you. Don't worry, I'm just too idle and want to see where you can go, a stubborn person who dares to act ruthlessly on yourself.

How much I consume for writing this set of spiritual skills is not something you can understand. I came to you and saw that you were lying on the bed and no longer diligently, so I immediately didn't want to use this skill with you. Now it seems that your kid has not been in vain for this period of time, and it is considered a material that can be made.

OK, take the exercises, and you can give them money, I want to make up for it."

After Old Man Cheng said carelessly, he stretched out his greasy black hand.

Ningxia took out a stack of banknotes wrapped in oil cloth from her waist, which cost more than 2,000 yuan. It was spread out and allowed to take it by Old Man Cheng. "I have two more merit points here. If my senior wants to supplement it, I can exchange it for twenty kilograms of animal meat."

He was so shocked that Old Man Cheng could write the existence of spiritual consciousness techniques with his own strength, but he didn't know what kind of cultivation this old man was.

When the officials in front of him massaged him with qi and blood, he heard Old Man Cheng say that his cultivation was useless.

If you are aborted, you can still write out spiritual skills. What a style it would be if you are not aborted.

Old Man Cheng nodded slightly, "This is just a bit like this." He ordered more than 400 yuan, leaving a full 2,000 yuan for Ningxia.

Old Man Cheng said, "I only remind you one thing, the spiritual consciousness technique is not something you can bear now. It is very impressive to use it for two or three months to completely digest the entire spiritual consciousness technique. Okay, you should work hard and I will take a while to investigate again. I hope you, boy, don't let me down, otherwise our fate will end here."

After saying that, Old Man Cheng went with his head held high.

Ningxia quickly put the door on the bolt and started reading it with the pampering scroll.

Almost instantly, tears burst out from his eyes and his scalp hurt like a needle.

He endured the discomfort and looked at the words on the parchment. It was the Qianjun Slash that he could recite after reading it thousands of times.

It is just that the Qianjun Slash that exists on this sheepskin roll and the Qianjun Slash that exists on the paper are clearly two worlds.

The Qianjun Slash text on the parchment scroll was like jumping villains practicing the exercises.

Every move of every villain shot towards his eyebrows, making him feel very uncomfortable.

After only thirty seconds of perseverance, he was sweating profusely and could no longer hold on.

He moved his eyes away, took a few deep breaths, and concentrated on the Thousand-Music Slash of the Sheepskin Scroll again.

Time passed little by little, Ningxia had tossed over and over again and again, and was so tired that he lay on the ground.

At the same time, his eyes were red, his face was covered in bruises, and he had an overly indulgent face.

But he gritted his teeth and did not intend to give up at all. The mystery of the Thousand-Minute Slash was gradually engraved into the depths of his mind. This feeling was very mysterious and he did not want to interrupt it.

Finally, he picked up the parchment roll again. Soon, his hair began to wither, his skin tightened, and his whole body seemed to have epilepsy and kept twitching.

Gradually, the last touch of his eyes was about to disappear.

After brushing, Ning Xia took out a dagger from his arms, cut his fingers, and as the blood flowed out, he held the phoenix gallbladder.

After the blood penetrated into the Phoenix's gallbladder, his withered hair instantly became as bright as new, and his spirit that was weakened to the extreme was rejuvenated, even better than the past.

He picked up the parchment again, and it still felt dazzling when he saw it, but it was no longer as unbearable as he was the first to see it.

Time passed little by little, his brows sometimes frowned, and a smile sometimes appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Finally, as the hair on his head withered again, he cut his fingers again.

As the sun sets down the mountain, he still holds the set of parchment rolls and is stuffed in the room.

At dawn in the east, Ningxia stood up and expanded her chest in the direction of the storm of the morning light.

He gently touched the Phoenix Gallbladder and stuffed it back to his neck, with only two purple patterns left on it.

The text on the pampered roll still exists, but it exists as text, without any magic at all. The color of the whole pampered roll has also turned from the original dark brown to the light white.

Ningxia rushed to the small cafeteria. It was not until the meal time, so only the buns and porridge were put out first. He drank ten buns and two big bowls of porridge in one breath, and then rushed to the refining room.

It was still early, and there was no one in the room.

The opportunity happened. Ningxia took off the saber to kill the horse, sinking its energy into the Dantian, and swung the knife suddenly. The heavy saber was as powerful as a pound, slashing at a millimeter of the top of the iron crosswood.

The blade showed a heavy shadow, and the long sword passed by, and the iron cross was cut off by a millimeter like tofu.

Staring at the power of the sword, Ningxia could not believe his eyes.

How hard the iron cross-border wood is? These days, he has been practicing Qianjun Slashing and chopping the iron cross-border wood, but he has put more white marks on the hard iron cross-border wood.

Unlike today, he used another thousand pounds of slash, as if he had practiced this technique for a hundred years. With one blow, the iron cross-border wood was cut off by a millimeter from the cross-section.

The reason why he did not cut the iron crossbar in the middle was that he was worried that he would cut off the iron crossbar and attract onlookers.

If you only cut off a millimeter, even if you look closely, it is difficult to find clues.

At this moment, Ningxia put away his strength and began to practice the Thousand-Music Slash.

The long sword was pushed out, and the qi and blood around him were also activated. He was surprised to find that after refining a thousand junctures, the qi and blood were like a living dragon. In conjunction with the guidance technique, they rushed freely in the tendons and veins.

"I didn't expect that the great success of Qianjun Slash would help induce qi and blood. It's not a solution to continue practicing in the public refining room."

Gradually someone came to the refining room, Ningxia stopped practicing, rushed to the cafeteria and made up for another meal, and returned to the dormitory again.

He moved the bed and cabinet of the dormitory, barely freed up eight or nine square meters of open space, and converted the dormitory into a simple refining room.

He came from freeing up the room, and Old Man Cheng walked in with a bag of meat buns, eating it all over his mouth, "What are you doing now? It's so good, tossing..."

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the parchment rolls on the square table, and his words stopped abruptly.

He snatched the parchment roll, looked it over and over again for a while, staring at Ningxia, "Is this what you did? How did you do it?"

His voice was extremely cold and his face was ferocious.

Ningxia secretly complained, "I have to forget to pack up the parchment rolls."

He took a deep breath and said, "I don't know what's wrong. I finished reading the entire parchment overnight. Then, the parchment changed color."

"You really watched it overnight? Now I'll take a look at some exercises."

Old Man Cheng had a bright look and threw a bag of buns aside.

Ningxia took the saber to the wall and started the drill. In an instant, the room was full of hair, and the sword shadows were shattered and the cold light was shining.

After the practice of a Thousand-Minute Killing, Old Man Cheng laughed to the sky until he couldn't make a sound.

After laughing, he stared at Ningxia and looked at him repeatedly, and was as nervous as he suddenly moved a chair to put it in the middle of the house. He sat down on the chair and blinked at Ningxia a few times, "What are you still doing while standing there? You haven't kowtowed to become a disciple."
Chapter completed!