In the middle of the night, the sleepy boy was woken up by Qingwei. He felt something thrown over him in a daze, and after catching it in a hurry, he found that it was a brand new book.

The young man suddenly became energetic, and he quickly and carefully flipped through the book, only to see vivid little figures doing various actions in the book.

There were exactly twenty-four movements in total, and there were some text notes next to these movements. Just looking at these movements, the young man always felt that some of them were familiar.

Then I turned to the back, and there was a lot of space written about something, but for a young man, it was no different from a heavenly book.

Qingwei watched with pride as the enthusiasm on the young man's face faded little by little, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

Just listen to what he said: "Taoist Priest, your handwriting is really beautiful, but I can't understand it!"

Qingwei was stunned when he heard this, but he was so proud of his achievements that he forgot about it. At this time, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed after hearing the young man's words.

Although the exercises I gave to the young man were based on the young boy's broken booklet, and were derived from the ordinary realm exercises collected by the Guizhen Sect based on my own experience, they did not involve any secrets of the Guizhen Sect.

But after hard work, this skill is not bad, Qingwei is confident, even compared to most of the skills collected on the first floor of the Guizhen Sect's Sutra Collection Building.

It's a pity that this kid can't even read a word, so he only praised Pindao's beautiful handwriting!

"Don't you have any teachers in your village?" Qingwei asked with a hint of depression.

The young man was even more depressed than Qingwei, as if he couldn't eat delicious food at the moment: "There used to be a scholar in our village, but later he moved to the town when he became prosperous. Moreover, his house was too expensive to build, and there were only two or three households in the village.

They sent their children to school."

"Then there isn't anyone who can read?"

The young man said cautiously: "Does it count if you can only write your own name?"

Qingwei was depressed for a while, and couldn't help but sigh: "That's all, Pindao will give you three days to teach you to recognize all the characters on this. If you are useless, you can't even do this, and Pindao won't do it either."

I’ll take care of you again.”

"Don't worry, Taoist Master, I will definitely write it all down!"

Immediately, the young man couldn't help but asked out of curiosity: "Taoist Priest, what magic secret book did you give me? Is it powerful?"

"This technique was deduced and perfected by a poor Taoist on your junk. It is many times better than what you originally practiced. It is considered good even among the foundation techniques of the same level."

"Although it's not something that matters to Pindao, you can't grant it to others easily, you understand."

Although as a true disciple of Qingwei, no one would pay attention to some inconsequential exercises of the Guizhen sect, but Qingwei chose to dedicate himself to deducing a basic exercise in order to verify his years of practice.

Qingwei's qualifications are not the kind that are excellent. The ability to build a high-grade Taoist foundation is inseparable from its solid foundation.

The booklet the young man brought only contained eleven exercises and an incomplete Qi-nourishing method. It didn't even mention how to strengthen the internal organs through luck.

Qingwei was able to use it as a basis, combine it with what he had learned, and finally perfect a method of forging the body, nourishing Qi, strengthening the inner body, and moving the heaven and earth. He was considered quite talented. Even some monks who had been practicing Taoism for many years only

I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve such a level of purity.

When the young man saw Qingwei's serious expression, he couldn't help but solemnly said: "I will never let others know about what the Taoist Master taught me. Please don't worry."

"This technique is not bad in the ordinary world. If you can practice it to great success, you can still be somewhat famous in the world of New Song Dynasty." Qingwei said calmly.

"Taoist Priest, when will I be able to practice like you?"

The young man couldn't put it down and looked at the exercises. Although he couldn't understand them, he was still full of joy.

"Isn't this a poor thing? It's difficult with this technique. Anyway, you should eat everything in your hand first before talking about it."

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The next two days will be the most painful two days since the boy was born.

There are nearly 3,000 words in the exercises. Although many of them are repetitive, the number is not that small.

It's just that Qingwei had already said it before, and the boy was also afraid that Qingwei would leave as soon as the time came, so although he sometimes felt dizzy while learning, he still gritted his teeth and persevered and memorized it skillfully.

Nowadays, while learning to read and write, he is familiar with the explanations and formulas of the exercises, but the young man has already memorized the parts of exercising, nourishing Qi, and strengthening the body by rote.

The young man who has never been so fulfilled only feels pain and happiness coexisting.

At this time, Qingwei was teaching the young man. Suddenly he frowned and couldn't help but look towards the entrance of the village.

"What a heavy yin energy!"

Seeing Qingwei stop, the young man couldn't help but wonder: "Taoist Master, what did you say?"

"No! Stay at home and don't move!"

Before he finished speaking, the young man saw Qingwei's figure disappearing into the house.

But when he appeared again, he was already standing next to the old tree at the entrance of the village with an ugly expression, looking at the person in front of him with an ugly expression.

The person in front of me was a skinny old man. He was wearing a black robe and looked extremely uncoordinated. He was holding something like a mourning stick in his hand and looked at Qingwei in surprise.

"I didn't expect that there are experts hiding in this remote tribe, but they just happened to feed my child."

Qingwei heard a hoarse sound, like the sound of broken glass rubbing against each other, and couldn't help but frown.

At this time, the village had long been filled with black fog, and some villagers fell to the ground casually on the road, lifeless.

Among the more than thirty households, only a few took action to protect them when Qingcai Qingwei noticed something unusual. Most of the others had already suffered.

It was Qingwei who originally thought that nothing would happen in this ordinary village and lost her vigilance. When she felt the obvious fluctuation of Yin Qi, it was already half a step too late.

"You bastard! You are so unconscionable that you sacrifice your soul to refine a magic weapon. You are really rampant!"

When her consciousness spread, Qingwei could see that there were a large number of evil ghosts in the diffuse black mist, among which there was an extraordinary old ghost whose aura was at the Taoist level.

Buzz!

Li Yuan Sword followed Qing Wei's thoughts, and immediately turned into a clear light and rushed into the black mist, causing all the evil spirits and ghosts wherever it passed to disappear into thin air.

This kind of soul that has been processed by magic methods has already been deeply possessed by evil thoughts. It cannot be liberated by non-virtuous monks or true practitioners. Qingwei does not know how to deal with it, so it can only help them to achieve physical liberation.

The old man obviously did not expect Qingwei to act so decisively. When he reacted, many of the innocent souls he had worked hard to sacrifice for many years had disappeared. He suddenly became angry in his heart and shouted: "The calf's nose is so brave, how dare he destroy my treasure!"
Chapter completed!