Sun Lingtong shrugged: "Then I can just take all their storage away, right?"

Ning Zhuo sighed deeply: "Stealing under the nose of a Nascent Soul cultivator is really risky."

“But if there is really no other way, this is the only thing we can do.”

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now. Boss, please protect me."

Sun Lingtong nodded repeatedly: "Xiaozhuo, go and comprehend it. I'm watching you."

Ning Zhuo walked forward a few steps and came to the Lingyin willow tree.

The Lingyin Willow seemed to sense Ning Zhuo and stroked his face a few times with its willow branches again.

Ning Zhuo smiled slightly, feeling the welcome from Lingyin Willow: "Willow, willow, have you missed me after not seeing me for a few days?"

"I need your help this time to help me taste the bitter water."

"I will become stronger so that I can provide you with a better environment."

Sun Lingtong chuckled: "Brother, you are quite funny. What are you talking about with a willow tree? Drink some water quickly."

Ning Zhuo turned around and looked at Sun Lingtong: "Boss, the first time I saw this willow tree, I felt very familiar with it. I could not help but communicate with it."

"Perhaps it's because I practiced the Cremation Prajna Sutra that I feel more and more that everything has spirituality. Things like the Lingyin Willow can enlighten our wisdom, and their spirituality should be even greater."

"It's just that it has no mouth or nose, so it can't speak or gesture."

"To be honest, every time I talk to it like this, I can't help but calm down."

Sun Lingtong shrugged: "That's not bad, it's your personal method of adjusting your state of comprehension."

Ning Zhuo stopped talking, took out the cushion and sat down cross-legged.

He then took out a small jade bottle, which contained a little bitter water.

Ning Zhuo took a moment to regulate his breathing and adjusted his state completely. His heart was calm, his mind was as still as an ancient well, and his thoughts were clear.

Ning Zhuo uncorked the bottle and slowly poured the bitter water into his mouth.

As soon as the bitter water entered his mouth, Ning Zhuo felt the bitterness was indescribable!

This kind of bitterness is not limited to the taste buds, but also strikes deep into the soul. The throat burns and the soul is wailing in unbearable pain.

As the bitter water slid into his throat, it seemed to turn into a cold current that quickly spread throughout his body. Ning Zhuo felt a chill that quickly spread from his stomach to his limbs, bringing him a chill and tremor he had never experienced before.

His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

All kinds of sins began to emerge in his mind, including the people he had hurt and owed, and the mistakes he had made.

The three Huang family ghosts, Ning Zhanji, Ning Ji, Ning Ze, Ning Xiaohui, Zhu Xuanji, Meng Chong, Black Wind Tiger Demon, Deputy Mountain Fox God, Lin Shanshan...

The memory was so clear, every detail was so vivid that he could neither avoid it nor escape it.

He began to hear whispers and crying in his ears, those were the voices he had ignored, they were the regret and guilt deep in his heart speaking.

An invisible pressure enveloped his entire body, as if countless hands were pulling at his soul, trying to drag him into an endless abyss of sin.

When Sun Lingtong saw Ning Zhuo drink the bitter water, his face was distorted and he looked extremely painful, and tears quickly flowed from the corners of his tightly closed eyes.

Sun Lingtong gritted her teeth and dared only to call out in her heart: "Xiaozhu!"

He was very worried and clenched his fists, but he could only worry and do nothing to help.

But the next moment, he heard Ning Zhuo snort coldly.

Under the Lingyin Willow, the young man in white had an expression as cold as ice. The pain and distortion before seemed to have been killed by solid ice.

Ning Zhuo slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was extremely firm.

He sneered in his heart: "All things in the world are naturally competing and fighting! The path of cultivation seems vast, and the hundreds of arts of cultivation seem numerous, but in fact there is only one path."

"That's the way to win!"

"Whether it's the righteous path, the evil path, or the devil's path, strength comes first. Only when I am strong enough will people be kind to me and talk to me about rules and principles in a friendly manner."

"If I were strong enough, I would have been able to rescue my mother at Huoshi Mountain a long time ago. Why would I have to run around here and there now?"

"Only strengthening our strength is the premise and foundation. How can a little bitter water shake my determination!"

"The only way to achieve success is to move forward, not to be fussy about details, and to constantly strive for victory!"

People are different.

In the face of suffering and poverty, everyone's feelings, choices and reactions are different.

Some people will draw strength from the hardships and difficulties and continue to grow their strength. They will never waver in their determination and believe that everything is just a temporary difficulty. As long as they are determined, the biggest problem is just a test in life.

Although Ning Zhuo was only a 16-year-old boy, his upbringing was extremely oppressive. He was harshly criticized and mistreated, he had to disguise himself all the time, he had to endure his mother's distance, he had to endure the test under Sun Lingtong's guidance, and he had to think hard about how to deal with Jindan-level and Yuanying-level opponents.

And he himself is only in the Qi Refining Stage!

Bitter Cold Sutra...

Hanzhou explicitly stated that this is a scripture that teaches one to draw strength from the bitter cold in order to strengthen oneself and ultimately achieve self-salvation.

Hasn’t Ning Zhuo been saving himself for the past sixteen years?

Hanzhou is quite right about one thing - Ning Zhuo is very much in line with the true meaning of the Bitter Cold Sutra.

The protection of my Buddha Heart Demon Seal is only superficial. Ning Zhuo's true character is just like this!

Just treat all of this as a whetstone and a quagmire where latent dragons are waiting to rise.

The sharpness of a sword comes from grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold! The so-called bitter cold is nothing but a gift from life.

But if you taste this bitter water carefully, it seems to have a sweet aftertaste.

Ning Zhuo not only calmed his mind, but also used it to further strengthen his will.

The true meaning contained in the bitter water flowed through his heart like a mighty river.

Ning Zhuo learned all kinds of martial arts, including Frost Fist, Old Cold Legs, Suffering Body, Hard Labor, and Venting Grievances, and quickly mastered the essence of them.

Once he has grasped the essence, he can apply it to himself naturally and without any obstacles!

When Ning Zhuo finished his comprehension and stood up, Sun Lingtong immediately walked up to him and asked about the situation.

Ning Zhuo's eyes lit up, his mind and character had changed, he looked brand new, and in high spirits: "Boss, I'm fine now."

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He turned around and looked at Lingyin Willow.

On the Lingyin Willow, only half of the willow branch showed signs of withering.

The difficulty of dealing with bitterness lies not in comprehending it, but in how to withstand the spiritual questioning and impact, how to stabilize the mind and soothe all negative emotions.

Sun Lingtong looked at Ning Zhuo and said in surprise: "I also feel that you seem to have changed a little."

"How does bitter water taste?"

Just as Ning Zhuo was about to answer, Sun Lingtong immediately reached out to stop him: "Stop talking, let me try it myself. Hehehe!"

"I'm so looking forward to it." Sun Lingtong rubbed her hands and smiled with her eyes narrowed.

"Boss, I will protect you." Ning Zhuo left the cushion and gave his seat to Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong drank the bitter water and his expression changed drastically.

"Boss, hold on!" Ning Zhuo secretly cheered him up.

As expected, Sun Lingtong did not disappoint him and quickly calmed down.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, looking disappointed: "Brother, this Han Zhou is not honest, he is plotting against you!"

“These martial arts themselves are to be built on the basis of the suffering body.”

"Frost Fist, Old Cold Leg, etc., all require bitter cold energy to radiate from the inside out. Injure yourself first, then deal with the enemy."

"The more the suffering body is hit, the stronger it will be. But you and I don't have bitter cold energy. Only by practicing the bitter cold sutra can we have such magical power and true energy."

Ning Zhuo nodded: "That's right."

"My Five Elements Qi Laws cultivation results in five elements of magic power. It is impossible to allow the five elements of magic power to penetrate into my body and every joint. This will greatly damage my body. Although it can also increase the power of my punches and kicks, it is not worth it."

"But Boss, you seem to have forgotten that I practice three arts at the same time. The five elements of magic power are only in the sea of ​​qi, and my sea of ​​essence contains the blood and essence power of the magic dyed blood tendon art."

Sun Lingtong slapped his head and said, "Haha, I forgot about that. Who told you to always use the five elements of magic to fight the enemy recently?"

Ning Zhuo smiled.

He has already mastered the martial arts essence of the Bitter Cold Sutra, and conceived various martial arts that are consistent with the Demonic Blood Tendon Technique. He only needs to practice them secretly and give others a surprise one day in the future.

Xiaozheng Peak, a martial arts arena.

Ning Zhuo came as agreed and met Han Zhou.

As soon as they met, Han Zhou asked if he had drunk the bitter water.

Ning Zhuo then said that he had taken a sip and had gained some understanding, so he would like to ask for his guidance today.

Han Zhou was surprised and started to discuss with Ning Zhuo.

Although Ning Zhuo did not display any martial arts, he had better ways to deal with Hanzhou's Frost Fist, Old Cold Leg and even Suffering Body. He changed from his previous embarrassment and became quite calm.

After the exchange, Han Zhou said in surprise: "Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo, you have already learned a lot about my various martial arts and have mastered them thoroughly. It seems that you have benefited greatly from drinking bitter water!"

Ning Zhuo smiled and said, "This is all thanks to your generosity and initiative to give it to me."

Han Zhou looked at Ning Zhuo's face carefully and was amazed to see that he was full of energy. He waved his hand and said, "You are qualified to use this kind of thing."

"Many cultivators, despite their strong combat power and high cultivation level, are actually not worthy of using this bitter water."

"I am now convinced that you, Fellow Daoist Ning Zhuo, not only have extraordinary comprehension, but also an incredibly firm mind."

Ning Zhuo said a few humble words and took out two pictures of enlightenment.

It is the picture of Lingshuang and Aoxue.

"Brother Hanzhou, you gave me bitter water last time, I should repay you."

"These two pictures of enlightenment are from my Ning family. They are two kinds of ice and snow magic. You can borrow them for your enlightenment."

"I know quite a bit about the Bitter Cold Sutra. Using the bitter cold power to activate ice and snow spells is also quite effective."

Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, then he reached out and slowly took the two pictures.

(End of this chapter)