The Legend of Cultivation by Little Mortals

Cloudy and misty.

The towering mountain peaks are looming in the twilight.

The peak in Kunlun Wonderland dates back to ancient times, but it is just a barren mountain range.

Master Taixuan refined the impurities in the mountains, and was the first to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.Later, a sect was established here, and Taixuanfeng was named after it.

The fog from the upper layer reaches the bottom of the valley to form rain and fog that never dissipates. The humid and aura-filled environment is most suitable for the growth of medicines. [

Zhang Ye threw himself into the medicine field, taking care of every exotic flower and weed carefully.

With his thin back, delicate and white skin, Jingya has two parts of childishness.

Sweat mixed with the rain and mist that permeated the air, along his chin, and fell drop by drop among the exotic flowers and plants.

Flowers and plants show various forms, or rush to bloom, or shyly close.

These aura-like flowers and plants are grateful for Zhang Ye's care in their own way.

A gust of wind blew, and Zhang Ye's ragged robe fluttered, clearly showing his thin back.

Zhang Ye is the lowest outer disciple of Taixuanmen.

Outer disciples are not actually disciples, but just slaves of Jianmen.

Outer sect disciples rarely have the opportunity to practice dharma formulas. They have always been servants and can only make ends meet.

Many outer disciples often have the same dream: to be favored by powerful elders or true disciples of Jianmen, and be accepted as a sword servant and book boy, and one day they will be able to teach a half-style move, which will benefit them for life.

Zhang Ye also dreams every day, but he has no lofty ideals, he just hopes to have enough food and not be bullied by others.

Before noon, Zhang Ye inspected the ten-acre medicine field. He was so tired that he leaned on a bluestone next to him and fell into a sweet dreamland. . .

A tall and thin figure came to Yaogu.

Seeing Zhang Yezai sleeping next to the "medicine" field again, he immediately waved the whip in his hand violently.

Clap—a sharp twitch.

Zhang Ye screamed in his sleep, and his body was torn apart.

Although Zhang Ye seemed to have grown up, his crying sound more or less had the sound of a young child.

"Why are you crying, you brainless trash!" The bamboo pole-like man raised his hand and whipped again.

"Senior Brother Black Eagle, I am not lazy." [

Zhang Ye cried even more sadly.Although he thought of his mother's words: don't cry casually.

Heiying just walked around to check, and the ten acres of medicine field looked like it had been carefully taken care of, and then said: "The medicine field is the most important thing in the sect, so you can't sleep here. Forget it this time, let's go Don't let me see you next time."

"I am tired..."

This was Zhang Ye's innermost thoughts, but he couldn't say it until Hei Ying left for a long time.

Zhang Ye devotes himself to everything and does more work than others.

The exotic flowers and plants he takes care of are more aura than those of others, because he has put more effort into them.

Exotic flowers and plants are spiritual, and they will thank Zhang Ye for his sweat in the fields, so they grow extremely strong.

Having been in Taixuanmen for five full years, Zhang Ye would go to Pinggu Valley whenever he had the opportunity to peek at the seniors practicing.

Pinggu Valley is the entertainment place for outer disciples.Many people practice there.

Many outer disciples who behaved well and liked to flatter others, when they were lucky, would be taught some superficial formulas by those high-ranking true disciples.If you can show your talent, you may become an inner disciple and get out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Zhang Ye's dream is not to become one of those high-ranking people who spend nothing in the sky, he just wants to make his body stronger and less bullied.

I remember my mother said: Don't be bullied.

There were just a few words that came and went in his head.

In fact, he didn't even have an impression of what his mother looked like.

Zhang Ye has been in Taixuanmen since he opened his eyes.Everything in the past seemed blank, and the only thing I could remember were those few words from my mother.

It is said that it was Brother Heiying who rescued Zhang Ye who was almost killed by wolves.

Everyone said so, and Zhang Ye didn't knock.

When I returned to my hut, the sky was full of stars and it was night.

As usual, Zhang Ye found a basin of cold spring water, sat in front of the bed, and used a cotton cloth to clean the wound he had been beaten during the day.

His skin has a layer of light fluorescence, white and flawless.

Zhang Ye often suffers from this kind of bruised flesh.

But for some reason, his body never leaves scars. [

His recovery speed is always much faster than expected. . .

The night is like water.

Zhang Ye forgot the pain during the day, and quietly looked at the starry sky in a trance.

He wanted a dream, even if it wasn't big.

But he doesn't seem to.

He couldn't even recall what his mother looked like.

The name Zhang Ye was also given by Brother Heiying.

It is said that when he was picked up at night, he looked dirty.From then on it was called Zhang Ye. . .

At night, Zhang Ye diligently practiced Taichangquan in front of his small hut.

This is his experience from going to Pinggu Valley several times to peek at the practice of the outer brothers.

In terms of Taixuan Jianmen, this set of boxing techniques is just an introductory exercise. There are seventeen routines, which are easy to understand.

Although it is a beginner's style, there are still formulas for controlling it, not just learning a few postures.

Zhang Ye went to Pingshan Valley several times to secretly learn, and finally got a good grasp of the appearance of the Taichangquan in this set of seventeen routines.But still no formula.

Whenever there is free time, Zhang Ye will practice this set of Taichangquan again and again.

He has no big dreams, so he doesn't insist on formulas.

Zhang Ye's routines are different from those of the brothers who have formulas.

There is an unspeakable sense of rhythm hidden in the too long punches he punches.

At first, he always strived to look like those senior brothers.

Zhang Ye regards those seniors who can pass Taichangquan as heavenly beings, they are perfect.

But after learning seventeen routines, during the practice process, he would subconsciously modify some subtleties.

It feels weird, he thinks those seniors practiced wrongly?

Saying this kind of thing is to question the school's thinking, so Zhang Ye can only bury this naive idea in his heart.

He doesn't have big dreams, so he doesn't mind if he "practices wrong".

He practiced with all his heart, just wanting not to be bullied. . .

Breath flows between fists and feet.

Different from the Taichang Fist of the seniors, Zhang Ye's fist is like a stream, flowing with his heart, and the fist is full of meaning.

Seventeen routines, various changes.He punched a total of three cycles and let out a deep breath.

puff.

The emaciated Zhang Ye suddenly collapsed and fell limply to the ground.

He fell asleep like that.

Zhang Ye did not have the real method of self-cultivation, and he did not embark on the path of "practicing Qi".Therefore, practicing too long boxing tactics cannot last for a long time.But his Taichang punch was indeed a little different.Even if you practice the authentic method and enter the second level of "qi training", you may not be able to complete three cycles of Taichangquan.

"what."

Someone seemed to be watching Zhang Ye practicing boxing in the dark.After Zhang Ye fell asleep, there was a faint curious sound. . .

Three hours later, the morning light first appeared.

The bell rang three times, breaking Chen Mu's silence.

"Rubbing" and "rubbing" his eyes, the tired Zhang Ye sat up from the ground.

It was another night sleeping on the ground outside, which Zhang Ye was used to.

After casually finding some leftover dry food to satisfy his hunger, Zhang Ye hurried to the medicine field.

Otherwise, he would be beaten by Brother Black Eagle again.

Zhang Ye is not afraid of physical pain, but he is very disgusted with that kind of shame. . .

Zhang Ye's thin back fell into the medicine field, taking care of these colorful flowers and plants carefully.

Drops of sweat fell into the aura-rich soil, making the exotic flowers and plants even more delicate and beautiful.

As if his sweat is the most aura of fertilizer.

The formation of geniuses and earth treasures is not due to the unique earth energy and the unceasing essence of the sun and the moon, which can only be bred over many years.

After the sect tries to create an environment suitable for the growth of medicinal materials, the most important thing is to use this group of outer disciples who are like slaves to cultivate them.

Although the Elder Sect with profound and mysterious formulas can call wind and rain, they cannot cast spells on exotic flowers and plants to encourage them.

Everything in the universe has its own laws.

Violating the rules and forcing the growth of flowers and plants will cause the strange flowers and plants to have insufficient spiritual energy and carry hostile energy.

"It's like using hormones to grow cattle..."

Zhang Ye murmured while loosening the soil.

Then he was stunned, how could he think of such a weird word "hormone", he was at a loss.

This word is out of place in this world.

It is the only way to ensure the quality of medicinal materials by ordinary outer disciples taking care of the medicinal fields with labor and sweat, so that exotic flowers and plants can be dyed with "popularity" and grow naturally.

Among the outer disciples, and even the inner disciples, almost no one knows this truth.

In the past five years, Zhang Ye has exchanged his sweat for many "variety of flowers". He seems to have realized this.

Tired for a long time, he fell asleep in the medicine field again. . .