"You are like you. You have no appearance, no strength, but you still have the nerve to live in this world. You are really as thick-skinned as a city wall. If I were you, I would have killed you headlong. It would be better than being embarrassed in the world."

"Remember, as long as I, Zhao Erqin, are around, you, a little loser, won't have a good life."

waste?

Is she, Zhao Erdong, really a waste?

Zhao Erdong has never practiced cultivation and does not know what is a waste and what is a genius.

In her last life, because there was no way to practice in the world, she practiced foreign martial arts. Coupled with her magical power, if she were to fight against others, she would probably never meet an opponent in this world.

In this life, her body was weak, and although her divine power was still sealed deep in her soul, she was unable to break the seal.

When he first used the divine eye, the last trace of vitality left in his body had been exhausted.

At this moment, she can't even walk a few more steps without getting out of breath. Is this a sign of being a loser?

Zhao Erdong didn't believe it. She didn't believe that she was a waste.

Based on his memory, Zhao Erdong found the study room of Tingyu Pavilion alone. There was a row of books on the bookshelves, exuding a faint fragrance of ink.

These books were once everything Zhao Erdong owned. She read day and night, immersed herself in the sea of ​​books, and could write well, draw well, and play the piano well. But so what, this world

No need for talented women.

As long as your fists are strong enough, you have the right to speak here.

Zhao Erdong rummaged through the rows, trying to find a book about cultivation. She was eager to prove that she was not a waste.

Finally, at the bottom of the bookshelf, she found a dusty book, old blue paper, with a few small words crookedly written on it. The book had obviously gone through many years, and the small words on the cover had been changed.

It was wiped out, leaving only scattered outlines of writing.

Zhao Erdong stared for a long time and recognized only the bottom two words, "Gongfa".

Although she didn’t know what kind of exercise it was, it was definitely a book on cultivation. In the entire bookshelf and the entire study, she only found this one book about cultivation, and there were no other books.

She has no choice.

Opening the old blue book cover, the leather is soft, but it gives people the illusion of being extremely solid, somehow.

To the extreme of emptiness, keeping still and sincere, all things are working together. I look at them again, and all the things are returning to their roots... Zhao Erdong gently recited the inner meaning, and for some reason, a warm current suddenly rose in his belly, and the warm currents gathered together.

It enters the five internal organs, rushes into the limbs, and overflows the seven tendons and eight meridians.

Zhao Erdong closed his eyes and savored this change carefully, going over and over to understand the meaning of the scripture.

When Lily came back, it was already dark. She didn't see Zhao Erdong in the bedroom, so she hurriedly lit the oil lamp and went to the study to look for him.

Zhao Erdong was still sitting cross-legged in front of the bookshelf, with a blue book beside his legs, his eyes closed, his face changing unpredictably, red and white, and green smoke lingering above his head.

Lily was shocked. This scene looked like she had seen it countless times. The young masters and ladies in the mansion were practicing in the martial arts field every morning. Just like the young lady, she was like this, with her eyes closed, sitting cross-legged, with her palms facing up.

, placed flat on both knees.

But, why did the lady’s face change and why was there smoke coming from her head?

The most important thing is that the young lady is obviously useless and cannot practice cultivation. Why is she suddenly able to practice?

The blue smoke disappeared, and his complexion finally returned to normal, still sallow and thin.
Chapter completed!