After saying this, Feng Ye turned around and left without caring about the old butcher's expression.
He was alone, homeless and uncaring.
The monk didn't even need to pack his luggage. He walked alone and cleanly, and soon left the Alchemy Hall and disappeared from the old butcher's sight.
The old butcher was completely dumbfounded. He looked at Feng Ye's back in disbelief.
How dare he leave like this!
Didn't he want to learn alchemy? He had already been studying here for two years. How could he dare to leave before he had learned the real skills? How could he be willing to leave?
Could it be that just because of a few words from that yellow-haired girl, he changed his mind and felt that he was unreliable?
"Haha, look at the old butcher's face..."
"He's probably pissed off."
"Serves him right! No wonder Xiao Feng ran away after he bullied her like that."
"It's really satisfying."
…
Ning Zhishui sent a sound transmission note to her aunt, making an appointment to meet tomorrow afternoon, and then she went to the training hall again.
The training hall here is not popular. Perhaps many of the people here are disciples of the Hexian Sect. They can practice directly in the sect and there is no need to spend this money.
After entering the practice room, Ning Zhishui took out the exercises written by his aunt, read them word by word, memorized them silently, and then tried to understand them repeatedly.
She recalled the different feelings she had when assisting in cultivation in the illusion in her two lives. After much thought, she felt that it might not be because of her aunt, but because of her own body.
The reason was unclear, and perhaps there was no logic to it, but she just wanted to try and see if she could master this kind of cultivation-aiding technique.
Once it is refined, one's cultivation can be further improved.
If his cultivation level increases faster, Ning Zhishui will have more time to do what he wants.
The training lasted all night. The next day, Ren Fei came to find her. Ning Zhishui handed the pill to her and discussed the exercises with her.
Then, Ning Zhishui began to enter a state of meditation and practice his skills in front of Ren Fei.
But this time it failed. Ning Zhishui quickly opened his eyes with a helpless look on his face.
"Wait... try it again. No matter whether it succeeds or not, don't open your eyes this time." Ren Fei frowned and said.
Ning Zhishui didn't understand why, but he did it anyway.
This time he still failed, but Ning Zhishui remembered Ren Fei's words and did not open his eyes. He just stretched out a finger and shook it, indicating that he had failed again.
Then I plunged into tireless attempts again.
She had her eyes closed and didn't know that Ren Fei was looking shocked at the moment.
"Okay." Ren Fei said.
Ning Zhishui opened his eyes, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my technique?"
"No...you really didn't succeed just now?" Ren Fei shook his head first and then asked.
"No, I haven't found the key yet." Ning Zhishui said honestly, "But I have memorized the technique. Maybe I can get a clue after trying a few more times."
Even if she fails, it doesn't matter. She has nothing to lose and can give up at any time.
"But your state just now..." Ren Fei hesitated, "It really seemed like you had succeeded in your cultivation."
"Ah?" Ning Zhishui was puzzled.
"Really? I've seen the new disciples in the sect practicing. Those who haven't even started practicing are not in your state. Instead, you look like those new disciples. So I wonder if you've already succeeded in your practice."
Ning Zhishui was thoughtful after hearing this.
When meeting Ren Fei this time, Ning Zhishui asked all the doubts he had during cultivation clearly at once. After that, he had no more questions. All he had to do was rely on time and try again and again to find his own state.
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