Chapter 10: Mountain Climbing Master, Hold on Tight
"Master." The child's eyes drooped, and he touched his hand and said softly, "Did I go too far?"
Qi Qing said nothing, just turned over and went to sleep.
No matter how Yue Ji shook, he remained motionless, like an old monk in meditation, no longer having any connection with the world.
He couldn’t get up… He really couldn’t get up.
God knows how painful it is to sleep only two hours a day and rely on strong tea to stay alive. I don’t know where this kid Yue Ji gets the energy. Except for being exhausted on the first day, he still had the energy to ask him questions after practicing sword swinging ten thousand times.
If this continues, it will be his life that is at stake.
Qi Qing muttered a few words in his heart and wanted to stay in bed for a while, but he fell asleep in a daze.
When I woke up again, I felt that all my physical fatigue was gone and I was full of energy. I had never slept so well before.
He sat up lazily, threw back the quilt and got out of bed: "Yue Ji?"
No one responded from the door.
He didn't care. The kid probably went somewhere to practice again. After he had dressed up, he pushed the door open and called out, "Yue Ji?"
It was a sunny and clear day outside, but the yard was empty and there was no sign of the child.
Qi Qing felt something was wrong. Logically, the child would not walk too far alone, but he did not sense any trace of Yue Ji.
The young man put down the teacup in his hand, looked around, and raised his voice: "Yue Ji, Yue Ji?"
After a moment, a small figure ran out from under the tree behind the yard: "Master."
"Where did you go?" Qi Qing asked in confusion, "There are still leaves on your head. Did you roll around in the bushes?"
Yue Ji pulled the corners of his lips, picked off the leaves shyly, and secretly glanced at him from underneath: "I... I was just practicing, and I was so absorbed in it that I didn't notice Master calling me."
It's a good thing that the child is willing to work hard. Qi Qing praised him casually. Seeing that there was still a leaf behind his head, he picked it off for him: "If you keep working hard like this, not to mention refining qi, building a foundation is just around the corner. By then, you will be the best among the new disciples. By the way, you haven't seen other brothers and sisters much in one month since you joined the sect, right?"
Yue Ji seemed to be thinking about something, and answered absentmindedly: "Master, don't worry, I have already felt it, and I may be able to refine my Qi in the next few days."
Qi Qing stopped touching his head and his eyes widened slightly: "Really?"
Long Aotian’s entry into the Qi Refining Stage is one of the major events in the early part of the original novel.
In the original setting, cultivators must reach the first level of Qi Refining before they can formally measure the attributes of their spiritual roots and formulate different training plans based on each person's spiritual roots.
Nowadays, most of the spiritual roots in the cultivation world are of the five types: gold, wood, water, fire and earth, but there are many mutations. For example, Qi Qing's spiritual root is a mutation of the water spiritual root into the ice spiritual root. However, he has never fought with anyone since he came here, so he doesn't know the strength of his spiritual root.
Qi Qing privately asked his senior brother about this, and his senior brother told him that ordinary spiritual root mutations are mostly due to different bloodlines or congenital abnormalities. A pure human body like his usually has limited talent, or dies young due to unstable spiritual roots. Every progress is a gamble.
But Yue Ji is different. He has mixed spiritual roots which are extremely rare in the world of cultivation.
In short, a little bit of everything but a master of nothing.
If one continues to develop in this way, the upper limit in any path will be extremely low, and one can only be an ordinary low-level cultivator for the rest of his life.
But who is the hero? Even if his spiritual roots can only bring limited benefits to his cultivation, he can still punch his senior brother and kick the sect. Spiritual root weakness? It doesn't matter, he also knows a little about boxing and kicking.
Qi Qing thought for a moment. According to how the plot would develop in the next three years, Yue Ji would probably have to use his fists and feet quite a lot.
It's not enough to just train your biceps, you also have to train your legs.
So he said, "From today on, the training plan has changed."
The child stared at him blankly. Qi Qing pointed across and raised his chin: "Do you see that mountain over there? That's Tingsong Cliff. There are 9,999 steps in total. If you climb it once a day, you can keep fit."
It doesn’t matter if Yue Ji insists on dragging him to climb with him, he will secretly use his spiritual power to cheat.
By then, the children will be tired from walking and can have a good sleep when they get home.
Qi Qing had a good idea, but Yue Ji turned around and asked in embarrassment: "Do we have to climb that mountain?"
"Of course." Qi Qing thought he was scared, and curled his lips and said, "Are you scared? Don't be afraid. Although there are no people on the mountain, there are no wild animals either. Your master will accompany you all the way. Are you still worried?"
Yue Ji hesitated: "I am afraid of you, Master..."
"Afraid of me? Are you afraid of me doing something?" Qi Qing raised his eyebrows.
He decided to set an example for Yue Ji: "Isn't it just climbing a mountain? It's easy. I won't blame you if you can't climb it. Come on, I'll be your role model."
The two of them arrived at the foot of Tingsong Cliff, one after the other. The pine forest here is like the sea, and the pine waves are endless when the wind blows. The spiritual energy is rich and there is often clouds and mist.
Qi Qing was very satisfied. The mountain was still ownerless. When he became an elder, he would ask the head master to approve the mountain and put it in his name. By then, he could grow vegetables at the foot of the mountain, raise a few horses and sheep at the foot of the mountain, and live in seclusion on the top of the mountain. It would be almost the ideal life of a god.
After daydreaming, Qi Qing rolled up his sleeves and started climbing the mountain.
I regretted it as soon as I lifted my leg.
He paused, and then paused again.
——No wonder Tingsongya is so sparsely populated that not even birds come here to shit. It turns out this damn place is full of restrictions!
Who set up the restricted air zone?!
"Master?"
Yue Ji spoke cautiously.
Qi Qing paused again, then waved his hand as if nothing had happened: "What? Hurry up and catch up."
Even if I break my leg today, I will never give up!
Yue Ji's worried gaze lingered on his legs for a moment, then he pursed his lips and followed him.
With an inexplicable stubborn spirit rising up in his heart, Qi Qing almost broke his legs while crawling.
As it was getting dark, when the two men came down from Tingsong Cliff, the young man was absent-minded and floated back to the courtyard like a wandering soul.
However, the next morning, the familiar nightmare came again.
"Master." The child's soft voice sounded in my ears: "It's time to get up and climb the mountain."
Qi Qing opened his eyes in pain. The sky outside was as dark as before he went to bed. He didn't know what day it was.
"The cock hasn't even crowed yet, why are you up?"
The young man dragged out his voice uncomfortably and covered himself with the quilt: "I can't get up, you can do whatever you want."
Yue Ji seemed to be silent for a moment, then reached out to grab him.
"??? What are you doing?" Qi Qing flinched, and seeing Yue Ji still stripping, he couldn't stand it anymore: "Please, can you let me sleep for a while?"
The child politely but unyieldingly pulled off his blanket: "Excuse me, Master."
Before he could finish his words, the warm quilt was completely pulled away, and an outer robe was put on to cover Qi Qing's entire body.
When Qi Qing was lifted up by two small hands, he was in a daze, and his heart was buzzing sharply.
He asked in despair: "What on earth are you going to do!"
I shouldn't have taught this little thing to swing the sword ten thousand times. Now, his arm strength is so amazing that he is embarrassed.
"Master, hold me tight." Yue Ji carried the man on his back, took steady steps, and said word by word: "We are going to climb the mountain now."
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