The wild lake here, Li Xiulin called it the firewood lake because he had been cutting firewood by the lake. He became distracted by cutting firewood, so he called it that.

As for their somewhat strange teacher-student pair, Teacher He and Classmate Yun, except for the first greeting, the two of them had hardly spoken to each other.

Quite simply, Li Xiulin didn't know what he could teach, and Yun Hu didn't know what she could learn, so the situation became awkward.

Since then, the scene that can often be seen is Li Xiulin chopping firewood by the lake. When he is tired, he will catch some wild fish in the lake to satisfy his craving, or sit by the lake in a daze, not knowing what he is thinking about.

What.

Yunhu, on the other hand, was sitting in the middle of the firewood lake, practicing quietly.

In fact, before that, Yunhu had been sitting by the lake, watching Li Xiulin silently chopping wood. After watching for a long time, she couldn't help but ask: "Teacher He, chopping wood is your practice, but besides chopping

Apart from firewood, why are you sitting by the lake fishing or in a daze? Don’t you know how to practice?"

Li Xiulin touched his nose and finally understood that Yun Hu was a bit rigid.

He opened his mouth and said: "Classmate Yun, people need to rest. How can you practice cultivation all your life? Wouldn't it be extremely boring?"

Yunhu completely disagreed with Li Xiulin's words. They were monks. They didn't need to rest through daze or fishing. Usually practicing with their eyes closed was already a kind of rest.

It can be said that monks practicing the exercises are just like resting all the time. They can gradually warm up the spiritual energy in the body and make the mind peaceful. However, this process is a bit boring.

"Aren't you lazy?" Yun Hu asked Li Xiulin.

Li Xiulin swung his ax and chopped down a piece of firewood and said, "Well, that's right, it's just laziness."

Yun Hu became even more puzzled, why she was clearly criticizing He Sheng, and why the other party didn't feel angry, but accepted it calmly.

"What a strange person." Yunhu had never seen anyone like Li Xiulin.

After watching it for a long time, Yun Hu felt bored. Seeing that Li Xiulin had been chopping firewood by the lake, she simply sat in the middle of the lake and concentrated on practicing.

Li Xiulin is a lazy person, but she Yunhu is not.

Gradually, Yunhu's opinion of Li Xiulin began to change.

Lazy and undisciplined were her general summary of Li Xiulin.

Li Xiulin ignored Yunhu's gaze, and his whole body and mind were focused on chopping firewood.

Although he seems to be chopping firewood in an ordinary way, every stroke of his ax is very particular. He needs to strictly control all the powers in his body, gather them all, and not let go at all, and only use it to interact with mortals.

The same physical strength to wield the ax in his hand.

Only in this way will he feel tired from chopping firewood.

However, it is extremely difficult to actually do this.

He is still familiar with the control of spiritual power, but it is extremely difficult to completely absorb it into his body. There will always be a trace of spiritual power that escapes from his body involuntarily.

After chopping firewood for a long time, Li Xiulin did feel tired. But it was not physical fatigue, but mental fatigue. His progress in this area can be described as abnormally slow.

When he had long understood how to use all his strength, that is, to fight tooth and nail, it was even more difficult to understand how to restrain himself.

Just like an ordinary person, it would be easy for him to learn to restrain his breath. But if he is a sharp-edged person, it is difficult for him to restrain his breath, let alone to completely restrain his breath.

, not overflowing at all. This kind of difficulty can be imagined.

Moreover, the practice of condensing the breath and controlling the evil spirits does not polish Li Xiulin's state of mind.

In the past, he was like a sharp sword and a mad dog, and people could sense his danger and smell from a long distance. But as long as this practice is successful, he will become a hidden sword in the sheath. Although extremely dangerous, he will no longer

Show the mountains and dew.

And this kind of monk is much more terrifying than a mad dog that shows danger on its face.

Li Xiulin roughly thought of these things while chopping firewood, so he was not ambiguous about this matter. Moreover, he was also prepared to deal with this ax and the wood in front of him for a long time.

On the lake where the firewood is being chopped, a woman in green is sitting by the water, like a fairy in the water; beside the lake where the firewood is being chopped, a young man in black is chopping with an axe, turning into an axe-man.

Li Xiulin's aura blended with the aura of the ax in his hand, and he was in a trance while chopping.

Spring passes and summer comes, autumn leaves and winter solstice, time flies by here.

Li Xiulin was fully focused on the ax and firewood. Each time he chopped, it lasted half a month. Then he would rest for a few days before continuing to repeat.

He has been making progress, and the force he uses to chop wood is getting smaller and smaller, but he is still far from the strength of a normal mortal.

Time flies by like a white horse. Suddenly ten years have passed.

At this time, Li Xiulin was able to completely withdraw his spiritual power into his body without revealing it at all, and could send and receive it freely. After achieving this, although he did not try, he vaguely felt that the spiritual power he could send out could also be poured out in an instant.

And out.

It's just that if you don't take action, it will be a thunderous blow!

This kind of practice will also be of great benefit to the improvement of his strength. Moreover, he can also feel that he is walking towards the realm of the middle stage of Nascent Soul in a hurry. When the time comes, it will be a matter of course.

After asking Hong Wu on his left shoulder, Li Xiulin realized that ten years had passed.

Ten years is a long time in the mortal world, but to him, it is just a practice.

At this time, he put down the ax in his hand and walked towards the lake. He wanted to catch some fish and take a rest.

At this time, Yunhu, who had been staying in the center of Chochai Lake for ten years, suddenly opened his eyes, flew over, and spoke in confusion.

"Teacher He, I didn't expect that you didn't take the initiative to run the exercises even once in these ten years. Do you want to waste your foundation?"

She looked straight, more like a teacher in a private school than Li Xiulin, and preached: "Although ten years is not a long time for a monk, it is a pity to waste it in vain."

After she finished speaking, there was still a look of regret on her face. According to her idea, Li Xiulin should also be a peerless genius. When he should have been practicing hard, he wasted his time by fishing in a daze.

Even when faced with Yunhu's serious preaching, Li Xiulin didn't feel angry at all. It was rare for him to argue with Yunhu. He knew that people like Yunhu were very traditional and rigid, and it was difficult to change her views.

Simply change the topic.

"I didn't expect that you actually stayed in the center of the firewood lake for ten years and watched me chop firewood for ten years. The spiritual energy here is very thin. If you want to practice, why don't you go back to your sect to practice?"

"To be honest, I really don't know what I can teach you."

After ten years, Yunhu roughly understood that what Li Xiulin said was not false, and sighed, "Indeed, I can't learn anything from you. I came here to say goodbye to you, and I want to go back to the sect.

Already."
Chapter completed!