Chapter 22 Creating Miracles "Who wants to spar with you!" Xu Wan swore that she really saw something like murderous intent in the eyes of this little girl just now. She was so scared that she took a step back and distanced herself from her. "Don't talk. Let's fight. Both you and I will feel happy." Zhou Ling grinned, revealing a row of small white teeth, with a bit of evilness in her smile. "Ahhh Grandpa, help me!" Xu Wan once again ran away crying in front of Zhou Ling, but unlike the last time, although she ran away crying, her heart was full of dissatisfaction. This time, she was really scared. It was obvious that Zhou Ling was a psychopath who relied on the power of others for support! Born in a big family in the world of immortal cultivation, although she was spoiled, she was not stupid. She saw it clearly! Before this little girl was accepted as a disciple by Uncle Long, she was obviously very timid! But since she had the support of Uncle Long, she became more confident and acted more recklessly. She was a spoiled girl from the Xu family, and she actually wanted to fight with her. Looking at the light in her eyes, it was clear that she wanted to use the name of sparring to give her a good beating and vent her previous anger! With Uncle Long as her backer, she no longer cared about the power of the Xu family. It was obvious how badly she would be beaten if she couldn't help but agree to this competition. Although this girl doesn't look very strong, she is very smart. Even Uncle Lin, who is always strict in teaching in the sect, praises her and is coaxed into smiling. If they really fight with her, this girl will definitely use dirty tricks! devil! Xu Wan ran back to her home peak crying to complain to her grandfather. Zhou Ling had no idea that his thoughts had been figured out by others. He showed his belligerent fangs for the first time and scared away his opponent, so he was in a good mood.
Mother was waiting for her in front of the lecture hall as usual, but this time when Zhou Ling was lifted up and placed on the back of the paper crane, she suddenly turned to her mother and said, "Mom, after my kendo class is over, please teach me how to fly a paper crane." Zhou Li did not agree immediately after hearing this, but turned around and glanced at the other disciples who were whispering around. "Is it embarrassing for my mother to pick me up?" "It's not shameful. Why should I be ashamed? I have my mother to pick me up and drop me off. They can't envy me." When she said this, Zhou Ling lowered her head to hide her smile, and her little shoulders shrugged. "Mom, in fact, when they discuss privately, they are not laughing at me, but envious of me. Most of us new disciples are about my age, and the oldest is only three years older than me. We are still children. Who would be willing to leave mother to endure the hardships of cultivating immortals? When many people saw that I could bring mother with me to cultivate immortals, they cried with envy." Zhou Lingke was not exaggerating at all. Her spiritual awareness was not well cultivated yet, and the distance she could sense was not far, but her innate mental power could cover a range of about fifty meters. The lecture hall was not small, but it was just within the range of her perception. She saw with her own eyes that the little boy who said he envied her was crying because he missed his mother. He looked quite pitiful. Zhou Li felt relieved when he saw that there was nothing wrong with his daughter's expression. But... maybe Lan Fei is right. Now that my daughter has come to cultivate herself, my desire to protect her shouldn't be the same as before. The child has grown up and it’s time for him to learn to grow up on his own. "I'll teach you when you've finished learning sword skills." "Great!" It was another boring kendo class. The master gave them some practical introductory knowledge on the first day, and then taught them sword skills. He asked them to practice swinging the sword one by one, saying that he wanted them to understand the true meaning of kendo through swinging the sword again and again. Fortunately, among this batch of new disciples who chose to become sword practitioners, there were only five of them, including her. Otherwise, this small sword training ground might not be enough for the new disciples to chop swords. In order to comprehend the true meaning of kendo from swinging the sword, the other four fellow disciples seemed to have endless energy. They held the swords, swinging here and chopping there. In less than half a quarter of an hour, the sword training ground that was originally surrounded by green plants was left with only broken trees and branches. The green plants were gone, and the tent where Zhou Ling and her mother lived was not far away. Looking ahead, they could vaguely see the top of their tent. They were really afraid that one of them would not hold the sword firmly when swinging it, and the sword would fly out and chop down the tent where they lived. Zhou Ling practiced the sword techniques taught by his master every day until his body reached its limit and could no longer hold the sword. When you are exhausted, just lie down on the ground and do some lying-down practice. Let your spiritual power circulate throughout the day, sweep away the fatigue, and be yourself again! After the spiritual power of heaven and earth is absorbed and refined by the human body, it is more effective than taking elixirs. After his energy was restored, he continued to get up and swing the sword until the two-hour sword practice was over.
"Junior Sister Zhou, you always overexert yourself every time you practice swordplay. Won't that harm your body? You are still young, there is no need to work so hard when practicing swordplay. Be careful not to get too tired and not grow taller." After the sword practice time was over, a senior brother who usually got along well with Zhou Ling couldn't bear to see Zhou Ling always looking as tired as a dog, so he stepped forward to give him some advice. "But Senior Brother Wang, I am not talented enough." Zhou Ling was lying on the ground, her clothes and hair soaked with sweat. She had not had time to practice and recover yet, and now she looked as miserable as if she had just been pulled out of the water. Especially when she said that she had poor aptitude, she clearly saw the helplessness and heartache in her senior brother's eyes. "In that case, I won't advise you anymore. Your aptitude is poor and there is really no solution. You can only work hard on your own." Zhou Ling waved her hand gratefully, accepted his kindness, and immediately closed her eyes to practice and recover her body. The title of time management master is not given for nothing. In this fierce pursuit of learning progress, Zhou Ling has compressed the time he can use to the extreme. She relied on vegetable, meat, seafood and other porridges prepared by her mother for her meals, and sat in meditation to sleep. She finished reading all the introductory books on the storage bracelet her master gave her in two days, but she still felt it was not enough, so she spent all day in the sect's library. Anyone who has seen her practice sword skills, learn Taoism, and meditate to cultivate, thinks this little girl is crazy, is she crazy because she wants to advance? Who would meditate instead of sleep when they first enter the world of immortal cultivation? Not to mention that this is just a seven-year-old girl, the youngest of the new disciples who entered the sect. Many people tried to persuade her with good intentions, but the girl just said that she had poor qualifications, and everyone shut up. Yes, even though this little girl was accepted as a disciple by Uncle Long, it couldn't change the fact that she was born with poor aptitude. With five spiritual roots, building a foundation would normally be a big problem, not to mention the subsequent formation of Dan and Yuanying... Although she had the natural resources given to her by Uncle Long to help her advance, no one could help her in training and learning, and she could only work hard on her own. No one tried to persuade her anymore, but no one took her efforts seriously. After all, what was the point of such hard work for someone with such poor qualifications? At most, his cultivation speed could be on par with those of average or above average talents. In fact, only the majority of people think this way. There are also some gifted and talented people who think that no matter how hard Zhou Ling works or how much he is praised by his teachers, he can never be even one-tenth as good as them. But no one expected that Zhou Ling's race against time, which almost no one was optimistic about, would create a miracle in the sect's grand examination ten days later... (End of this chapter)