Chapter 19 There is a student in class "Cui Shen, are you also about to reach the middle stage of the second realm?" Many people were resting beside the training ground of Class 1. Huang Cui, like usual, was the last one to leave the ground, and she also led the remaining few people in the class. Hearing the question from others, she smiled politely and said, "Not sure, probably about the same." Normal people don't have panels, so they can only rely on their feelings to grasp their realm. However, cultivation is ultimately about tempering one's body. Although this feeling may not be extremely accurate, it is still pretty close. In fact, Huang Cui has already passed the middle stage of the awakening state. If she has to quantify it, she is about seven-tenths away from the threshold of the late stage. However, she does not like to be in the limelight, so she often speaks conservatively. Of course, even if it is conservative, it is enough to arouse the envy of others. "Wow, Cuicui, you don't really have a chance to be selected into the inner courtyard, do you?" This is not meant to be disrespectful, because failing to enter the inner courtyard is more normal than failing to be admitted to the martial arts college. After all, the former accounts for one percent, while the latter can reach one tenth in a bad year. Huang Cui shook her head: "This year's people are all very good."

"Indeed. Why are they so strong this year? I heard that Huang Xiaoyang from Class 6 also opened his second orifice last week. It seems to be the spiritual orifice or the fire orifice." Since it was just a casual chat, everyone was more relaxed. Someone said, "The fire orifice is not very useful to us right now, right?" "It's not big, but there's a lot to look forward to in the future. The martial arts academy uses a comprehensive scoring system, which includes daily training, performance in the arena, and additional breakthroughs in different realms." "Nonsense, the martial arts academy is not stupid. They need people who can go far. It is not a loss to exchange one saintly strongman for ten thousand ordinary extraordinary people." "It's an exaggeration." Some people were bragging and talking nonsense, while others looked in the direction of Class 6 because of the mention of Huang Xiaoyang. "Hey, look." Following the man's finger, everyone in Class 1 soon discovered a familiar figure in Class 6. "Chen Mo? When did he go over there? Wasn't he just under the flagpole?" "The one he's circling around is Huang Xiaoyang!" "Ah? How did they know each other?" Looking in that direction, Huang Cui was also full of confusion, because she knew that Chen Mo definitely didn't know the people in Class 6, and they were not from the same group of teachers. Le Mingrui appeared at some point and said, "Look, he just rushed into the top ten in the class from a relatively backward position, and immediately recognized Huang Xiaoyang. What does this mean? This means that when you become stronger, the level of the people around you will also improve, which tells us that we must work hard to practice. " "I understand! I'll work hard now!" People don't feel annoyed by the preaching of the strong ones in the class. They just think that the big guys are always giving advice to ordinary people and are really dedicated. When a group of people went back to continue practicing, Le Mingrui felt relieved. He felt that he had done another good thing. "came back." At this time, Huang Cui suddenly said something, and the rest of them turned around and saw Chen Mo running back happily. Without waiting for others to ask, he took out a bottle of Coke from his bag and handed it to Huang Cui, then took another bottle and walked towards Le Mingrui.

"or?" "cough." Le Mingrui said insincerely, "No need." Chen Mo stuffed the thing into his hand without saying anything: "Hey, why are you being so polite to me?" Le Mingrui was a little flattered. His relationship with Chen Mo before was just that of normal classmates. At most, they had an extra bond of being both geniuses entering the semester. "Thank you." His voice was a little short. Chen Mo smiled and said, "I have something to talk about?" Huh? Le Mingrui instinctively felt that something might be wrong, but it was too late for him to react. "I have a question about cultivation that I would like to ask you." Chen Mo put his arm around his shoulders and pulled him to the side. "Let me describe the question first. When practicing the mind method, the teacher said that you must first focus, and you must get rid of distracting thoughts and calm your mind. If your mind is not calm, you will get half the result with twice the effort, right?" At this time, Le Mingrui's eyes still maintained innocence. He didn't know that Huang Xiaoyang from Class 6 had already gone back to practice martial arts, feeling grateful for surviving the disaster. Not far away, Huang Cui stared at the backs of the two people and muttered angrily: "Why don't you come and ask me." The inner courtyard of the martial arts school is separated from the outside world by only a wall, but they seem like two different worlds. Walking through the big steel door that is almost always closed, there is a quiet path in front of you. Passing through the woods covered with green plants, there is a courtyard with a pond, a stone bridge and a pavilion next to it. If nothing else, at least the environment is quite good. After crossing the courtyard, you can see a three-story antique building, which serves as a classroom, lounge, changing room, etc. After all, there are only dozens of students in the inner courtyard, so any arrangement is fine. This place was not built specifically for enjoyment. The reason why the environment is good is that it used to be the villa of an eighth-level master. However, due to its adjacent location, it was later donated to Qingcheng Martial Arts School, and it was simply used directly. In the middle of the inner courtyard, the top floor of the three-story building is the office. The head instructor Lin Xiangyun sits behind the coffee table, pouring boiling water into a purple clay teapot with a handful of tea leaves in it. "Uncle Sun, why did you decide to come and inspect my work today?" The unshaven Lin Xiangyun does not look elegant even when he is making tea. Sitting opposite him was a fat old man with gray hair. Everyone knew that he was Sun Jingping, the current principal of Qingcheng Martial Arts School. The old man's face darkened and he said unhappily: "How many times have I told you to call your position when you are working?" "Yes, yes, Principal Sun." Lin Xiangyun was not afraid at all. Sun Jingping said, "It's nothing, come and see how she is doing." "No problem. The progress is the same as predicted by the institute, or even slightly better." Lin Xiangyun said. The courtyard he was talking about was definitely not the inner courtyard, because the inner courtyard was just an informal name. As a person sent here from the martial arts academy to provide guidance, there was no need to say which courtyard he was talking about. Sun Jingping said, "Well, I was always worried that you wouldn't take her seriously. You know how much those old scholars value her. If it wasn't her own wish, I would have taken her back directly." Lin Xiangyun divided the smooth tea from the fairness cup, pushed one of the small cups to the other party, and said, "Uncle Sun, after all, I am a person who has stepped halfway into sainthood. Can you please stop looking at me like a grandson?" Sun Jingping glared at him and changed the subject: "Have you seen the list of the last batch of supplementary admissions?" "I've seen it. Are there any problems?" Lin Xiangyun said, "There are five or six that seem OK, but you have to see them with your own eyes to be sure."

"There's a kid named Chen Mo in Class 1. I checked his file. He's awakened, which means he's practicing Qi. He also has typical symptoms. He was stuck and couldn't break through. I thought he was a failure in learning, but he suddenly got it a while ago and he entered the top ten in the class in just over ten days." "Is there such a thing?" Lin Xiangyun seemed a little surprised. "But even so, it wouldn't be enough to make you look up to me." Although he was a teacher in the inner courtyard, he was aware of the general level of ordinary classes outside. It took him a year to get the hang of it, but he instantly entered the top ten in the class. This speed can be said to be fast. This speed is not completely impossible. Even he thinks that people who are geniuses can easily achieve it, but such geniuses will not be stuck in the Qi Refining Stage. Sun Jingping smiled and said, "Want to know why? Ask the cook to make some food, and I'll tell you while we eat." Lin Xiangyun suddenly understood something: "Uncle Sun, you are here just to enjoy the special meal, right?" Sun Jingping opened his eyes wide and said, "How can you slander someone's innocence like this? "What innocence? You always come over to talk about things at mealtime, and you have a big appetite." Sun Jingping's face flushed, veins popping out on his forehead, and he argued, "Talking about things doesn't count as freeloading. Can a working meal or the principal's business count as freeloading?" Then came some difficult-to-understand words, such as "food and sex are part of human nature" and "benevolence and righteousness are within and without". (End of this chapter)