After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 237

June 8th is a good day, and June 7th is also good.

This is what Ni Yangzhou thought.

He had finally reached the final threshold of the ninth level of Qi Refining, but was stuck for more than ten days without any movement. Until the young man, who had been working day and night forgot to eat for too long, when Yan Cong came down the mountain after finishing his business and came back, he saw Ni Yangzhou lying peacefully on the mud ground in front of the pharmacy.

Yan Cong was shocked and flew to the young man to check him, only to find that he did not have any wounds, but had used up all his spiritual energy and looked very weak.

Ni Yangzhou woke up in time, and with one trembling hand he pulled off his master's white Taoist robe, leaving wrinkles of mud on the clothes. His mouth was dry and chapped. The boy's eyes were filled with joy for his master's return and an inexplicable desire.

Ni Yangzhou squeezed out a few words from his throat, and Yan Congzhi put his mouth close to the young man and said:

"master……"

"I'm hungry……"

Therefore, on the night of the seventh day of June, Yan Congzhi sat on the small couch in the pharmacy, watching his disciples wolfing down food like a glutton who had just been beheaded at the foot of the mountain.

The boy held a chicken drumstick in his left hand and an elbow in his right hand, with a crispy pastry in the middle that he could easily swallow with just one bite.

The man sitting on the couch had cold eyebrows and eyes, and his expression seemed as if he was covered in wind and snow. He was dressed in white and had a white crown, and was extremely handsome. He was holding a white particle with two fingers, which was smooth and bright, as if he had plucked a dark star.

A drop of slippery oil was thrown onto the plain white sleeve with a "swish". Yan Congzhi let out a deep breath, immediately recited the cleansing spell, and then recited the heart-clearing spell again. Resisting the urge to grit his teeth, he turned around and looked at his disciple who was eating with great concentration.

"Why would you faint from hunger?"

Yan Congzhi really didn't understand. He had clearly given him a storage ring, and inside it were all foods that he had collected at the foot of the mountain that mortals thought were delicious. Normally, no one disturbed him on the medicine mountain, and there were only the mechanisms he had set up to practice with him. However, after being down the mountain for half a month, the disciple fainted from hunger when he came back.

God knows when he just came back and saw his disciple lying on the ground with his last breath, his years of practicing Qi-nourishing skills were almost wasted, and he almost fed the only pill left by the ancestor to the young man to save his life.

I only have this one disciple, I can’t let him die.

The young man paused while swallowing the snack, as the food got stuck in his throat. Ni Yangzhou hurriedly took out some more tea from the ring and drank it, then he stroked his chest and looked at the other person.

"Master, you said that we need to build our foundation before the eighth day of the first lunar month."

Yan Congzhi nodded: "Yes, so I asked you to practice diligently, but not to this extent."

Ni Yangzhou was still holding a half-eaten pork elbow in his hand. The snack in his throat seemed to be stuck in his chest and refused to go down:

"I... am a dull disciple. Up to now, I have not, have not..."

When Yan Congzhi saw the greasy hand, he quietly moved back half an inch and was seen by Ni Yangzhou who looked up.

The time was tight and the task was heavy, so the boy had been holding his breath all the time. If he wasn't extremely tired, he would seldom rest. He would only chat with Hongying when she came to water the plants every day and relax a little.

But this time when the master went down the mountain, he was worried that his disciple's mind would wander elsewhere, so he cast a barrier directly on the Medicine Mountain. The next day, Hongying found that she could not get in when she came with a bucket of water. She danced outside the soundproof barrier for an hour to show Ni Yangzhou her hatred for Master Guanjiao.

Ni Yangzhou leaned against the wall of the barrier, and the two of them gestured for a long time, finally confirming that even the communication card could no longer be used. They could only agree to meet again after the boy had established his foundation.

The young man practiced madly, squeezing out every bit of spiritual power in his meridians each time, making rapid progress and keeping his mind tense. Finally, after the training, Ni Yangzhou fainted because he hadn't eaten for a long time and was too tired.

No one has come to rescue him yet.

There is a barrier.

Ni Yangzhou's eyes were filled with inexplicable grievances. He understood the reason, but it was difficult for him to control his emotions. When he saw his master retreat half an inch, he finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

"I, I was wrong! I was wrong, Master..."

Ni Yangzhou's eyes were big, and his tears rolled down, wetting the table directly. Yan Congzhi looked at his disciple who suddenly burst into tears, and for the first time he knew what it meant to be at a loss.

"...It's okay, you, you know your mistake..."

Ni Yangzhou cried even louder.

I cried for the desperate pain when he fainted from hunger, cried for his exhaustion after several months, cried for the friends who were separated from me, cried for the master who always left me.

He cried for his father who passed away young, for his sister who died tragically, and for his mother who could not rest in peace.

No matter how hard you work, day and night, you can never reach the level you want yourself to be.

He always fails, no matter how hard he tries.

Ni Yangzhou thought that after experiencing the departure of his loved ones, he had learned to restrain himself. However, he did not expect that such pain was not a wound that could be healed by enduring it, but a disease that would linger for a lifetime and was difficult to eradicate.

When Ni Yangzhou started crying, he realized that he had so many tears. The sadness and grief had been buried in his body, but now they found an opportunity and burst out. The boy cried until he felt dizzy and had tinnitus. He suddenly felt that the world was so big and he had no place to call home.

Yan Congzhi looked at his disciples who were crying loudly, and heard the helplessness in their crying. He felt as if his heart was tightening along with the crying.

Gradually, Ni Yangzhou's voice became muted. He sniffed hard, and his throat felt hoarse and painful. Only his tears refused to stop flowing, soaking the chapped corners of his lips.

Ni Yangzhou looked at his silent master, refusing to raise his head. He lowered his face, said nothing, and let the tears fall.

Yan Congzhi listened to the sound of the wind outside the window, the leaves of plants sprouting, the stars moving in the night sky, and in the vast world, the boy was like a lonely bud.

A pair of hands embraced the young man who was biting his lower lip tightly. Before Ni Yangzhou could react, his nostrils were filled with the fragrance of bamboo leaves.

A cold voice came, as if trying to iron out all his hideous wounds. Ni Yangzhou heard his aloof and serious master say:

"I'm sorry, I pushed you too hard."

This is the second apology.

The little love and care that Ni Yangzhou received came from his mother and his master.

Perhaps that was why he cried so loudly on a night like this.

The boy's eyes were swollen and his throat was swollen. He didn't make any sound at this moment, but just pushed against his master's chest with brute force like a calf, as if using the force to make himself more comfortable.

Yan Congzhi felt the coolness of his chest soaked with tears and sighed silently.

The young man listened to the deep breathing and suddenly said, "Master, I'm sorry."

Ni Yangzhou raised his tear-stained face, his lips trembling:

"...Master, thank you."

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to the young man, and cold sweat broke out. His meridians seemed to be widened by brute force, washing away the deposited dirt in his body over and over again. Ni Yangzhou clenched his teeth, his face red as if blood was about to drip out.

Yan Congzhi picked up his apprentice and laid him flat on the small couch. He stroked the boy's chest with one hand and let him follow his guidance of the spiritual power to circulate back and forth.

The green light was like a river, causing waves in the boy's body and then being suppressed to follow the rules and flow naturally.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Ni Yangzhou opened his eyes.

The whole person looked like he had just been fished out of the water, but the boy excitedly grabbed the master's hand:

"Master, I, I succeeded? I established my foundation?"

Yan Congzhi wanted to pull back his sleeves, but he held back and nodded as he was told:

"The foundation has been successfully established."

Ni Yangzhou wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, with all kinds of emotions mixed together. He looked at his master who was sitting upright, grinned with a smile that was uglier than crying, and said:

"...Master, I didn't let you down."