You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

In the early morning, Changqing felt an itch on the tip of his nose. He rubbed his nose and felt warm all over. He couldn't help wanting to stay in bed, but it didn't feel right.

Chang Qing opened his eyes and was a little surprised by the scene in front of him. "I didn't sleep like this all night!"

I saw myself lying on the little white tiger which had transformed back to its original form. Little white's fur was very soft, emitting a special fragrance with an amazing amount of heat. At my feet was Jiaocang who had transformed back to his original form, with Yuan Chuan lying on Jiaocang's back.

His arms were wrapped around the glazed snake, his hair was messy and he felt like there was something on top of his head.

Seeing that the monsters were still sleeping soundly, Changqing did not disturb them. He gently placed the animal on his body on Xiaobai, washed his face with snow, and woke up a little.

Thinking back to what happened last night, Chang Qing didn't know when he fell asleep. He only felt that the story told by Grandpa Zhao was full of sadness, as if it involved a huge secret.

But now I can't remember anything at all, as if I had lost my memory. I only remember the names of Grandpa Zhao's good friends.

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He drank a lot last night and his head still hurts a little. He remembered that Grandpa Zhao drank the most, but it seems that Grandpa Zhao should have sobered up now.

I was thinking of preparing some fruits and sweet soup to help these monsters sober up.

After cleaning up the mess from last night, the monsters woke up.

After breakfast, the demons walked towards the depths of the woods. Changqing knew that the training would begin again.

The years do not live, the seasons flow.

In the third year since Changqing came into this world, he has grown a lot taller and has taken one step into the realm of grandmaster in martial arts.

His own realm also entered the ninth stage of the preparation realm, "Na Ling".

Changqing today recalls the pain of strengthening bones and replacing marrow, the process of breaking bones and refining bone marrow. Even though Changqing is determined, he can't help but feel a little scared.

After three months of hard work, Chang Qing finally used the spiritual tea to gather the spiritual energy absorbed into his body.

As long as there are dozens of such spiritual energy threads condensed into a small amount of spiritual power, that strand of spiritual power can be used to transform the meridians.

Once you successfully open up the first meridian, you will enter the "Meridian Expansion Realm".

Expand the Sutra Realm: There are twelve main sutras on each side, a total of twenty-four.

Including the hand Taiyin lung meridian,

Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian,

Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming,

Spleen Meridian of Foot Taiyin

Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian,

Hand-sun Small Intestine Meridian,

Foot-Taiyang Bladder Meridian,

Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian,

Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian,

Hand Shaoyang Triple Burner Meridian,

The foot Shaoyang Gallbladder Meridian,

Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian.

Only when one of the meridians is opened up and transformed into a meridian suitable for the storage of spiritual energy with spiritual energy, can one truly begin to embark on the path of cultivation and it is the first step to escape from the mortal body.

Chang Qing wanted to show off to Yu Linglong when he first gathered a trace of spiritual energy, but Yu Linglong said that it took her less than three days to gather the first trace of spiritual energy.

Chang Qing was hit by the thunder, and for the first time he realized the gap in qualifications.

Chang Qing felt a little helpless, but he still calmed down and practiced slowly, hoping that the principle of "hard work can make up for lack of talent" could also be applied to practice.

Grandpa Zhao started to make his own spiritual tea, and the finished product was much better than Changqing.

In his spare time, Grandpa Zhao would use parts to assemble different types of models and let Changqing analyze them. As he played more and more, he became proficient in the use of various parts.

However, Changqing still did not understand the function of these models until recently when he began to condense the spiritual energy threads and Grandpa Zhao began to use the spiritual energy to evolve and form that kind of model.

Each model has its own use. Chang Qing tried to attack until the blade of the fine iron knife was bent, but the spiritual model condensed by Grandpa Zhao was not damaged at all.

Through Grandpa Zhao's explanation, Changqing knew what this was.

'Formation! '

Changqing's interest in this model suddenly reached its peak, but reality eventually extinguished his thirst for knowledge. Grandpa Zhao said that formations consume a lot of spiritual energy, and one must at least reach the Yanluo realm to construct a basic formation.

Qingtian Nianqing Jue's practice may not have made much progress due to his low level of cultivation. He could only advance to the Tuojing realm and make another attempt.

Business outside was no surprise, in fact it was even better. Yu Qingxi's soap business was getting bigger and bigger, and it was even exported to neighboring countries. There were only so many high-end soaps produced each year, and the prices kept rising. Ordinary soaps were also very popular among many civilians.

Over the past two years, more and more gold and silver came into Changqing's name, but Changqing ignored it and gave it all to Que Zhihe to manage. He used it to build schools for poor children. So far, there are more than ten schools around Lujunzhou.

In her spare time, Que Zhihe even worked as a female teacher in a poor school in Changyang Town, teaching children. Although this attracted a lot of criticism, Que Zhihe didn't care so much. She set out towards the future for the ambition in her heart.

The war between Xingyang Kingdom and the Three Kingdoms Alliance intensified and turned into a tug-of-war, rapidly consuming the financial resources of the four countries.

As the number of refugees increased, discussions in Xingyang grew louder and louder, and even civil unrest broke out in many places. Although it was quickly suppressed, the public grievances were increasing in private.

Changqing's resentment about the war is no longer as strong as it was before, and the opportunity for this change came from a strange dream half a year ago.

That day, when Chang Qing was practicing at night, he suddenly felt sleepy. While meditating, he unknowingly entered a pure and flawless white space.

There was nothing in this space, only a voice echoing: "Do you know that the way of cultivation is to go against the will of heaven, and the way of heaven is ruthless. You care so much about mortals, can you help them for a while, can you help them for a thousand years, or even ten thousand years?!"

"If you don't concentrate on practicing Taoism, how can you solve the mystery of your life? Give up. The more mortals you help, the more they will become your weak points on the road to practice! Give up~ Give up~" The voice sounded repeatedly in the dream like a spell.

Changqing looked around for the source of the sound in his dream, but the sound seemed to come from all directions with no pattern to follow.

His state of mind began to waver, and he kept thinking in his dreams, but he could never find the answer.

After thinking about it in the dream, I still couldn't answer it.

How could Changqing not understand that you can't have your cake and eat it too?

But he just didn't want to give up. After a long time, a dangerous idea began to grow in his heart.

After that night, a seed of inner demon seemed to be planted in Changqing's heart, and he was caught in a difficult choice between himself and the people.

"Strength!" Chang Qing knew that only with great strength could both be achieved, and his current strength was not enough to make all this happen.

Chang Qing began to practice more diligently, and even showed some signs of madness. A sharp edge appeared on his originally round face.

Life is like a flash of lightning between heaven and earth.

The snow melts and spring comes. The cycle goes on twice and another two years have passed.

Outside the stone house, a young man quietly watched the grass struggling to grow green leaves in the snow, with a smile on his lips.

He has glass-like eyes, white teeth, and a face as gentle as jade. His long hair is tied into a ponytail, with a few strands of hair casually hanging on his forehead, adding a bit of casualness. Although his appearance is not particularly handsome, his extraordinary temperament and upright figure of nearly 1.7 meters tall make people unforgettable at first sight.

"What a spirited young man." People exclaimed in admiration.

The young man was Chang Qing, and it was already his fifth year in this world.

Today was the day he was going out to deliver goods. He put on the light blue silk gown that Que Zhihe had given him this year, put on the wooden sword on his back, carried the package, and walked towards Changyang Town.