Chapter 7: Bones and bones

After a long time.

Ning Qi exhaled lightly, and fighting spirit rose in his eyes.

No matter what secrets the Great Yan Martial Saint had, he was confident that as long as he gave himself time, it would be extremely easy to surpass him.

The Great Yan secret reminded him again.

If he achieved the Martial Saint himself this year and still could not see the hope of immortality, then breaking through the realm and ascending would also be a way. In a wider world, the upper limit would definitely be higher.

Ning Qi was even more clear-headed.

"The Great Yan Dynasty has a long history of Martial Saints. Will they dominate this land in the future?"

Ye Qinghe sneered:

"That may not be the case."

She did not see any respect for the imperial power in her eyes, but rather some dissatisfaction.

Ning Qi could understand.

The martial arts sects were dependent on the imperial power for two thousand years, which was too long, enough to breed countless contradictions, but they were always suppressed.

Just waiting for an opportunity, that is, a stone-breaking shock.

"This time when Senior Sister went down the mountain, she found that the Demon Sect appeared in Qingzhou. This Demon Sect is not simple and is suspected to be related to the previous dynasty."

"Not only that, the attitudes of the martial arts sects in various states are also quite ambiguous, and the border of Dayan is also ready to move."

"You know, it has only been a hundred years since the last time the Great Yan Martial Saint took action. If there were no clues found last time, it would be impossible to start the second attempt so soon."

Ye Qinghe's expression gradually became excited.

"Xiao Jiu, do you think there has been a mess in Dayan, and the life of the Martial Saint is coming to an end? Maybe there is no new Martial Saint born?"

Ning Qi was a little surprised.

When the fifth senior brother returned from training, he also told him that he had found traces of the Demon Sect. Now the third senior sister has also found it. It seems that the Demon Sect is making a lot of moves.

Listening to Ye Qinghe's guess, he just shrugged slightly.

"Anyway, no matter what kind it is, we can't interfere."

He hasn't even started practicing martial arts yet.

Looking at the situation in the world, it is indeed a little insignificant.

Even if things really got chaotic, he could only go with the flow. If he had time to think about this, he might as well seize the time to improve himself. If he was strong enough, everything would come naturally.

"That's true."

Ye Qinghe muttered.

Suddenly realizing that he was actually taught by a one-year-old child, he couldn't help but rubbed Ning Qi's face hard.

"Little devil!"

Ning Qi ignored him.

He put the Great Flame Record back, turned around and took out another Feng Shui Miscellaneous Records to read.

This made Ye Qinghe a little frustrated, and she couldn't help scratching her hair. She said angrily:

"Sometimes I wonder if there is an old monster living in your body, Xiaojiu!"

Ning Qi paused and continued to read.

"Oh, don't read it. You have to combine work and rest. Xiaojiu, if you want to work hard, you will suffer a lot after practicing martial arts. Now you should cherish your rare leisure time."

Ye Qinghe muttered.

Ning Qi responded:

"Is it difficult to practice martial arts?"

Ye Qinghe was excited:

"Of course, if you want to achieve success in martial arts, it is not enough to have talent, you have to work hard enough and spend enough time."

"Take your eighth senior brother for example, his talent is outstanding in Da Yan, but guess how long it took him to temper his body."

Ning Qi flipped the pages of the book, and there was a constant spiritual light rising in his mind. He absorbed the essence of it into his Feng Shui system. Even so, he still had the energy to deal with Ye Qinghe.

"Five or six years?"

Ye Qinghe laughed:

"It seems that Xiaojiu, you haven't realized the hard life ahead!"

"I tell you, from the age of seven to eighteen, it took eleven years! Qin Yun practiced diligently day and night, and he finally completed the tempering of his body and stepped into the inner Yuan realm!"

"It took so long?" This was indeed beyond Ning Qi's expectations.

"This is only your eighth senior brother's natural talent. For others, this time will be longer. In Da Yan, those under 30 years old belong to the young generation. Those who can step into the inner essence at the age of 20 are all peerless geniuses."

"Although Xiaojiu, you are definitely a genius, it is normal to spend ten years to temper your body."

"Now you know, there will be a lot of suffering in the future, so there is no need to rush now. There is a saying that as long as you are willing to suffer, there will be endless suffering. How about it? How about I take you out to play? I always regret that the eight years of carefree childhood were too short."

Facing Ye Qinghe's chattering and expectant eyes.

Ning Qi glanced at him lightly and responded.

"Oh."

He didn't think he needed that long.

Mortals would not understand the world of geniuses.

Ye Qinghe was immediately crazy and felt that he was wasting his breath.

Next.

No matter how she talked, Ning Qi no longer paid attention. He was completely immersed in his own world of perception.

Ye Qinghe sighed, lying on his back on the rattan chair in the yard, and then he fell asleep without knowing when.

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Ning Qi glanced at Ye Qinghe and smiled slightly.

Third Senior Sister was noisy, but she was actually afraid of being lonely.

However, he was not lonely.

With full-level comprehension, every minute and every second is rewarding, and that feeling is actually quite refreshing, but ordinary people can't experience it.

...

Time passed slowly.

The days on Zhenwu Mountain were very comfortable. Compared with the previous life when he was unable to move on the hospital bed, this life is really too beautiful.

Although his body was a little small, at least he could walk freely, and he had a master and senior brothers and sisters who loved him, which made Ning Qi very satisfied.

In the blink of an eye.

Two and a half years had passed since the discussion of immortality with Taoist Longshan.

Ning Qi, three years old.

In the past two and a half years, several senior brothers and sisters took great care of Ning Qi. Every time they went down the mountain, they would bring him a bunch of things. Knowing that Ning Qi liked to collect classics, they would consciously collect and bring them back. In their spare time, they would come to play with Ning Qi.

And the master Taoist Longshan also taught patiently without any reservations. Except for not allowing Ning Qi to contact martial arts too early, the rest was unreserved, which made other disciples a little jealous.

In addition.

Ning Qi found that his master went down the mountain several times in the middle, suspected of tracking down the murderer who slaughtered Xuemei Villa three years ago, but it didn't seem to be going well.

Taoist Longshan never took the initiative to talk to Ning Qi about the past, perhaps hoping that Ning Qi would be carefree and not blinded by hatred, but he didn't know that Ning Qi clearly remembered everything that happened that day.

Ning Qi was not in a hurry.

He needed time to grow up.

He would solve it himself by then.

In the past three years, he showed enough intelligence, which made Taoist Longshan and Luo Wentian and others look forward to how amazing Ning Qi would be after he started to get involved in martial arts.

They had estimated the time when Ning Qi's bones would be formed more than once.

Basically, they thought it was expected to be formed at the age of six.

But what they didn't know was that the changes in Ning Qi's body were getting bigger and bigger.

Early in the morning.

Ning Qi got up.

He looked expectant and calm, everything was as he expected.

He operated the Xiantian Bone Condensation Technique as always, and the tiny traces of Xiantian Qi left in his body were completely dispersed into various parts of his body with the last cycle, and it seemed that some mysterious power between heaven and earth poured into his body.

In an instant.

Ning Qi's body trembled slightly, and an unprecedented sense of satisfaction rose from his heart, as if something incomplete in his body was finally complete. He even vaguely felt that he had a stronger connection with the world, which was something he had never experienced before.

There was no earth-shattering vision. Ning Qi opened his eyes and was overjoyed.

Two and a half years, nine hundred days and nights of practice and persistence.

The bones were finally completely formed!