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Chapter 8 The Sun Is On Fire

Chu Yiyi just sat quietly, watching Zhang Ping leave - it was impossible to get up and see him off, and classmate Chu was still sulking.

When the door was closed, seeing that there was no one around, Chu Yiyi's eyes rolled around, and suddenly she stretched out her big and big waist, and there were signs of a volcanic eruption on her chest.

He picked up the second cup of coffee and took a sip, thought for a while, opened the class group, found Liu Shaobing and started a temporary chat: "Student Liu, is it convenient now?"

Suddenly, when he received a message from the girl who was secretly in love, Liu Shaobing was immediately excited: "Here, I just got home. Is there anything wrong?"

Chu Yiyi immediately edited the information: "Have you heard of Cultivation Investment?"

The excitement and joy on Liu Shaobing's face instantly broke and collapsed. He couldn't help but cover his heart, feeling that there was an indescribable coldness, tingling, sourness, and a slight unwillingness and anger rolling in his heart.

It turns out that the goddess took the initiative to talk to you, maybe she just wanted to find a subordinate.

After a while, Liu Shaobing replied manually with his hands trembling: "Conditions?"

"From the third year of high school, there will be a scholarship of 500,000 yuan per semester. You can add the scores in the later stage, and you can add the scores to up to 1.2 million yuan.

After graduation, I worked at my house for 25 years. My work situation, salary and benefits are in line with national laws.

If you take the postgraduate entrance examination, join the army, etc., discuss it separately.”

Liu Shaobing looked pale, and the edited information was deleted, then modified and changed. It took a while before replying: "Did you find Zhang Ping first?"

Seeing this news, Chu Yiyi's mouth slightly raised: Humph, this is the normal reaction. Zhang Ping's reaction just now was a bit heart-wrenching~

Chu Yiyi responded quickly: "Zhang Ping is relatively ordinary, I contacted Zhang Ping first. Then I contacted you."

Seeing this news, Liu Shaobing smiled - he felt that he understood: Chu Yiyi was asking Zhang Ping to practice first.

But... why is it still a little sour inside? Is it an illusion?

Liu Shaobing squatted on the ground silently and wrote for a while: "I want to discuss with my parents. I will reply to you next week."

"good."

Putting down the bracelet, Liu Shaobing stared blankly out of the window and was in a daze.

After a while, the bracelet rang again. Liu Shaobing opened the message blankly; it was a private chat message sent by the squad leader Sun Incheon.

Or...Cultivation investment.

…………

But after Zhang Ping returned home, he found that his parents were not there. He sent a message saying that he was going home - the secret meaning was, what should I eat for dinner?

As a result, my dad replied with a message: "Your mom and I are traveling.

I made an appointment on Sunday, go to your aunt's house and remember to arrange the time."

It turned out that I had gone through the two-person world. After checking the location, I ran to the back of the planet. Speaking of which, the teleportation array inside the planet is convenient and cheap.

Zhang Ping shrugged, but locked the door and returned to his room to see what the bronze ball that was finally activated was and what it does.

Because of class, Zhang Ping has been delaying until now and has been unbearable.

No need to use the sunshine. Close your eyes and concentrate and calm your energy, and the size of a fist appears in front of you.

It rotates slowly, with a faint fluorescence on the surface, and a wisp of green light interspersed. That is acquired merit. Compared with the morning, the newly added acquired merit is getting fewer and slower.

"Sure enough, this so-called "immortal merit" is very unreliable. But how should this thing be used?"

A very mysterious message appeared from Zhang Ping’s heart:

If you practice, you should swallow it directly as a pill.

If it is refining weapons, alchemy, etc., it is used directly as materials.

If you give it to someone else, you can incorporate it into the pill liquid; of course you can also give it directly, as long as you are not afraid of death.

If it is learning, it will be...

Finally, it can be used to temper the body, practice magical powers, and even improve spiritual roots! But it requires corresponding exercises.

"Kung Fu..." Zhang Ping frowned. Where did this thing come from?

Unfortunately, the bronze ball never responded again this time. At present, it seems that this thing should be a dead thing.

"Forget it, try practicing first."

Zhang Ping's thoughts moved slightly, and a drop of cyan liquid appeared in front of him, only three millimeters in size.

It is crystal clear and exudes a pure, agile and holy light.

The droplets fell into the mouth, and only a little warmth penetrated the body.

In the following moment, Zhang Ping suddenly realized:

A drop of ‘primary acquired merit’ has an effective time of about 2 hours – the specific time depends on cultivation, karma, etc.

It turns out that there are many unreasonable aspects of my own exercises. The standard exercises are indeed good, but everyone has their own physique and characteristics, and they cannot be completely copied. It will be better if you modify them a little.

It turns out that practicing is not a complete taboo of elixirs, but it cannot be used randomly, and it is used more often. Pills are auxiliary, not the main ones; as long as you grasp the "severance", arsenic can cure diseases.

The body also becomes light and flexible, transparent, and the internal energy becomes lively; the pores are opened to absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The speed of cultivation seemed to be hanging on the plane, and it jumped into the sky with a whoosh.

Zhang Ping was immersed in his practice. After a while, he suddenly felt a shock in his body. In the hazy, Zhang Ping "saw" some kind of existence and woke up in his body.

It was a hazy ball, as if it was like a fog. There were wisps of light smoke around it forming a small vortex, which drew energy from the void, mixed with its own innate energy, and converted into the energy needed by the body - this new power is generally called "true energy".

Agile!

Spiritual root awakening!

The "space" where the spiritual roots are located is called "Purple House". It is a special space inside the body and does not exist in the material world - this thing is like the "mind". Is there really a sea in the mind?

From now on, Zhang Ping is also at the level of Qi refining!

The foundation of the practice of the realm of condensation of Qi is rapidly changing.

However, the change did not stop. The "Bronze Ball" suddenly appeared, and another mysterious message emerged.

"allow!"

The fluorescence on the bronze ball flows, injected into a drop of merit, which burns out of thin air, and the flames show a faint golden light.

After a long time, the fluorescence on the bronze ball disappeared, and the drop of merit was burned out. But a small flame appeared on the spot, bright yellow.

The sun is truly fire!

This is a ray of sun fire extracted from the rising sun by Zhang Ping for more than ten years, and the bronze ball was finally born by bathing in the breath of merit.

Zhang Ping was shocked, then surprised, and then thought deeply.

This world is indeed not as simple as it seems, it has secrets beyond imagination.

A long time ago, the ancestors of China had discovered that it is beneficial to face the East in the morning. In this world, more than 95% of the mass is dark matter and dark energy, and among the basic matter, because visible light is only 50%, ordinary people can only see 2.5% of the real world, or even less.

At this moment, this small bit of sun fire floated and settled above the spiritual roots; it also emitted a faint breath, promoting the changes in the spiritual roots - just like the sun on the earth.

Zhang Ping slowly opened his eyes, snapped his fingers gently, and a small flame appeared on the tip of his index finger, like a candlelight.

Unlike ordinary flames, the flame heart of this flame is bright yellow, with a faint golden light, as gentle as topaz.

Bright yellow, thorough, holy, pure.

And it is this small flame that emits a high temperature beyond imagination. This high temperature seems to penetrate the soul.

"Is this the sun's true fire?!"

Zhang Ping showed ecstasy on his face.

But soon, ecstasy turned into a faint joy, and the mood was calm.

I yearn for light and will not be shaken by anything. I will not give up because of sin, nor will I slack off because of surprises.

The sun is really fire, but it is just an embellishment on the way forward.
Chapter completed!
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