Chapter 30 The Ascended Senior Brother is Selfless 3
"Pfft." The second senior brother couldn't help laughing, looking at Fu Chen's farce.
However, the person involved, Fuchen, was crying seriously, without a single tear in his eyes. His face was squeezed into a ball as if he were crying, his lips were bumping up and down, his words were very clear, and he said in a long voice, "Elder brother, you are young and smart, and you love to read.
Poems and books. I lied in front of the window and studied secretly, and my legs were broken."
"My mother was seriously ill at home, and you were selling pots and iron. You took a shortcut into the city to buy medicine, and were chased by wild dogs all the way."
He opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and let out another "ouch", then sang the next verse, with firm eyes and serious performance: "Senior brother! You are so miserable!"
"That year, your dead father and dead mother were lying in the wind and snow, hating the injustice of God..."
Another client, Qingyun, watched the whole process coldly, took out "Tianjichi" and threw it in front of her.
While Fuchen opened the book, he used his finger as a pen and copied in the air. The golden characters he wrote appeared on his fingertips. He still sang "Yiya" on his lips: "Running around the capital, learning the crafts hard. He also learned tea and tofu, eighteen kinds of martial arts."
You do everything."
He was looking at the textbook with his eyes, copying in his hand and mumbling, "Selling tea on the street, you are bullied by bullies. A drop of urine will ruin your business."
"Tofu at the end of the street, someone takes a fancy to you, and you want to be the good man in the tent."
"You can't save your face when the vendors are so dishonest."
"Oh, senior brother, you have been miserable all your life." This is the preparation for the third paragraph.
Qingyun looked at his second senior brother who had been watching the show next to him, "What are you doing?"
The second senior brother smiled and said, "Listen to the opera and listen to the whole story."
Qingyun looked at him coldly.
The second senior brother stopped his smile, stood up and left, turning back as he walked.
Walking out the door, I heard a muffled sound and a knocking sound.
Fuchen said "Ouch" in pain and stopped crying.
The senior brother's voice came from the room, "Write seriously."
There's nothing left to listen to.
The second senior brother never looked back and left the hospital.
Fuchen spent half a year copying this copy.
Half a year will pass by in the blink of an eye for any cultivator.
But for Fuchen, it is as long-lasting as the earth is shattering and the mountains and rivers change their course.
If you ask your senior brother, who is Immortal Qingyun?
Everyone said: His benevolence is like heaven, his knowledge is like God. He is like the sun, and his gaze is like clouds. He is rich but not arrogant, and noble but not comfortable.
Perfect person.
Fuchen stood in front of him, feeling ashamed of himself.
The first time I saw him: I was wrong.
Second glance: I was wrong, I have to hide.
After running far away, the galloping posture revealed myself: I made a mistake, and I will make it again!
Such a perfect person can only be viewed from a distance, not played up close.
Fuchen feels painful every time he studies with his senior brother: the study time is too long!
He doesn't rest at all!
Twelve hours a day!
Thirty days in January!
One December!
Open all year round!
Practicing swordsmanship, handling various affairs of the sect, and having to focus on her explanation.
His rest was to meditate and do exercises! He could even get distracted and open his mouth to tell her that he had recited it wrong. He should understand it this way.
Fuchen stared at the senior brother who worked so hard and felt ashamed. He shouldn't have said he should rest.
The study time of the day is extended again and again.
I couldn't help but say: "Senior brother, I want to rest."
The senior brother who had just finished practicing a set of swordsmanship nodded, "Just meditate and rest here."
Fuchen opened his mouth to predict, but held it back and meditated honestly.
The difference between meditating and sleeping is: sleeping is sleeping! You don’t have to think about anything!
When meditating, you need to concentrate your mind on the exercise, dredge the Qi meridians on your body, push out the Qi in the Dantian, and move along the Qi meridians in conjunction with the mental method, in units of one, three, six, or twelve weeks.
It’s not like it can’t be done.
After all, it is something that my elder brother forced me to learn when I was a baby.
Fuchen sat on the straw mat, meditating and resting.
"The momentum is wrong." Senior Brother stared at the floating air mass and commented, "What should be the correct momentum for practicing martial arts?"
Fu Chen closed his eyes and recited, "The body is like a boat with thousands of cups of water, riding in the huge waves. It can't move, and it can't be attracted. If you sit quietly and do your exercises, your spirit will be clear. If you sit for a long time, it will become more wonderful. Like the sun rising in the east,
It is piercing to the eyes; like the autumn moon hanging in a mirror, its brilliance is bright and clear..."
Silently adjust the body posture and the path and speed of the air flow in the body to stabilize the output to ensure that the momentum becomes more accurate.
For half a year, I studied in a haze of dust and darkness, and copying was only part of my daily routine. My senior brother arranged a full schedule of daily homework.
You can't say yet.
Because he works harder than you.
Half a year has passed since the senior brother had an appointment and went out to hunt for treasure with his friends. Fuchen finally took the opportunity to escape.
The second senior brother heard the sound and came over. He shook his feather fan and said with a smile, "You could have sung the whole show last time."
Fuchen rolled his eyes and said, "Whenever you help me block Senior Brother, I will sing for you." After saying that, he left without looking back.
I found a place and had a good sleep.
This sleep was so refreshing that when she opened her eyes and saw the senior brother with a serious face, before she could react, she smiled and said hello, "How are you, senior brother?"
"You will be like this as soon as I leave?" Qingyun asked coldly, his eyes like cold iron quenched.
Fuchen noticed something strange, and while confused, he defended himself, "I just took a nap."
"When will you sleep?" Qingyun asked.
"After you leave."
"Slept until now?"
"Um."
"I've been gone for a month!" Qingyun's voice fell heavily, as dull as a bell.
Angry.
Fuchen was stunned.
Qingyun took out the ruler, which was tempered from the cold iron of the deep sea for thousands of years. It was bone-piercingly cold. When it was struck by it, the bones cracked and the cold invaded, and the broken ice penetrated into the marrow. "Stretch out your hand."
Fuchen turned his head away, feeling angry. He stretched out his hand and let the ruler hit him thirty times!
The palm of the hand is broken and the strength is growing.
The pain of breaking and growing again is not as good as the feeling of injustice in my heart.
"Go to Hanchi for punishment! When will you come back after practicing Tianji Algorithm to the sixth level!" Senior Brother scolded.
Fuchen secretly rolled his eyes, turned around and left.
The hand was broken and the bones were not regenerated, and blood was flowing out.
As the floating dust moves the muscles, I feel like a volcano is erupting in my heart, and my eyes are about to burst into flames. I stride forward as if killing an enemy before a battle.
It is normal to practice immortality for a thousand years in the blink of an eye.
It's his business to practice every inch of his time and every inch of money. Why do he have to hold on to her?
Walking to Hanchi, staring at the dark water, my unsatisfied heart did not cool down because of the cold, but became more intense.
Cold pool, the water is as cold as the deep sea, but it does not freeze.
People like it cannot resist the coldness of this cold pool if they don't practice their skills. Therefore, it is also one of the cultivation methods pursued by cultivators.
Hanchi is not big, and the rocks are smooth and black.
The light in the pool is dim, and ghosts appear occasionally - these are animals that grow in cold pools. Ghost shadows are black all over, like human shadows. They have sharp teeth and sharp claws, are ferocious and agile, and are good at hiding in dark shadows and cold pools.
If you make mistakes in exercise, or if you are disturbed by cold air and affect your body, you will easily be dragged into the water by the ghost and bitten to death.
Fuchen was sitting in the water doing his exercises, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. When his eyes stared at a ghost figure, his mind collapsed into a thread——
Fuchen is dead.
The body was torn apart by ghosts, and blood floated on the ice.
