An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Faced with Chen Xianrong's impatience and boredom, Fang Ping showed no signs of rebellion.

On the contrary, he was still very respectful to Chen Xianrong. He stood aside carefully and said seriously: "Thank you sir for your teaching. Fang Ping will do his best not to let you down." www.x33xs.com

Chen Xianrong glanced at Fang Ping, smoothed the sand on the ground and said, "Write all the words you know how to write on it."

Fang Ping was no stranger to writing on the sand. Because his family was too poor to afford pens and ink, his mother often wrote on the sand when she taught him how to write.

So Fang Ping wrote on the ground seriously and stroke by stroke. Although the handwriting was ugly, he wrote extremely seriously.

Soon, Fang Ping stopped and asked Chen Xianrong for instructions: "Sir, I can't write more here."

Chen Xianrong glanced at the characters that were larger than Doudu on the square-sized sand, and he became increasingly dissatisfied and said: "Smooth it out and continue writing."

After receiving permission, Fang Ping erased the words he had just written and started writing again. Before writing a few words, the sand became full again.

This was repeated until finally he racked his brains and couldn't remember any other words he knew, so he stood next to Chen Xianrong and said with a blushing face:

"Sir, I've finished writing."

"waste!"

Chen Xianrong didn't even look at Fang Ping. He cursed and said coldly: "At the age of twelve, I only recognize sixteen characters, and seven of them are typos."

Fang Ping became more and more ashamed, and he only dared to speak.

Fortunately, Chen Xianrong also knows that for ordinary people, reading and writing is definitely a luxury.

The reason why he scolded Fang Ping was just to vent his frustration.

After scolding him, he threw Fang Ping a Literary Literacy Enlightenment book and Fang Ping paced around the room without looking at it, his hands behind his back.

"Turn over the first page, I read it, you memorize it, and then write each word ten times."

Without waiting for Fang Ping to turn over the book, he started to read to himself: "The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is primitive..."

Fang Ping flipped through the book hurriedly, reading in a low voice while staring at the words in the book and memorizing them in his heart.

"...Gold comes from Lishui, and jade comes from Kungang." After reading this, Chen Xianrong stopped reading. Instead, he glanced at Fang Ping, whose righteousness was still unfinished, and said, "Recite it again."

Fang Ping was stunned immediately. He had only heard it once, how could he remember it?

But the teacher had an order, so he could only bite the bullet and start reciting: "The sky and the earth are black and yellow, the universe, the universe is ancient..."

Fortunately, there are not many words, and it is catchy when read.

The spiritual liquid absorbed by the Wood Toad improved his body, and Fang Ping's memory was also unusual.

The result was completely beyond Chen Xianrong's expectation. Although Fang Ping stumbled on the memorization, he was able to memorize it in the end.

"Have you read this before?"

"Never heard of it!"

"Then how could you finish reciting it? Could it be that you have never forgotten it?"

"Students just memorize it, but they cannot understand the true meaning, let alone match the words in the book."

Hearing this, Chen Xianrong finally had a different look on his face.

He looked Fang Ping up and down again, as if he had discovered a piece of jade.

Fang Ping felt uncomfortable being stared at and thought he had memorized it incorrectly. He quickly asked in a low voice: "This is the first time this student has heard this article. If there is anything wrong in my reading, please forgive me."

Chen Xianrong did not answer, because there was no obvious error in what Fang Ping just recited.

He came to Fang Ping's side and casually turned the book in Fang Ping's hand to a page in the middle: "Start from here, I will read, and you will memorize."

After a while, Fang Ping memorized what he just said completely.

He didn't believe in evil, so he randomly found a page for Fang Ping to look at, while he recited the contents of another page backwards.

As a result, Fang Ping actually recited it again.

Chen Xianrong became more and more surprised, thinking that there was something special about this young man that made the old immortal master value him?

But he is just the immortal master's boy, not his disciple.

Thinking of this, Chen Xianrong couldn't help but frown:

"Fang Ping, let me ask you, you are really just the Immortal Master's boy. Has the Immortal Master ever accepted you as his disciple?"

"To tell you sir, the student is just a young man who has just walked out of the mountain village. It is my mother's blessing to be accepted as a boy by an immortal master, but I don't dare to hope that I can become a disciple of an immortal master."

Hearing this, Chen Xianrong's expression changed continuously, and he sighed: "What a pity."

"Sir, what's the pity? But the student read it wrong?"

Chen Xianrong did not answer.

After seeing Fang Ping's powerful memory, he even considered taking on a disciple.

If such a smart young man is kept under a guard and carefully trained, he might be able to train a top scholar.

However, he is the boy of the immortal master.

"Just now it was just a test, now I will officially teach you how to read."

Putting away the distracting thoughts in his heart, although Chen Xianrong still looked cold, his attitude towards Fang Ping was obviously much gentler.

But the more seriously he taught, the more he was shocked by Fang Ping's memory ability.

Because every time he explained a word, Fang Ping could remember it firmly in his heart.

Even if he came back to check after a while, Fang Ping could still answer clearly and clearly.

Soon, the night was getting dark and it was time for Chen Xianrong to leave.

"Recite the words you just learned ten times, write them ten times before going to sleep."

After giving the instructions, Chen Xianrong left with a trace of lingering reluctance in his heart.

After seeing Chen Xianrong off and returning to the tent, Fang Ping honestly reviewed what he had learned today and completed the homework assigned by Chen Xianrong. He wrote it ten more times before lying down on the bed to sleep.

When he took off his cotton-padded jacket, his hand touched the interlayer of the jacket without leaving any trace. Feeling the familiar touch of the interlayer of the jacket, he put the jacket under his pillow and went to sleep peacefully.

Because the interlayer of the jacket hid the talisman he obtained after killing Wang Jizong.

On the way to find his relatives, he had already found an opportunity to sew the talisman into the interlayer of the jacket.

First, he hoped that the talisman would protect him like it protected Wang Jizong when he was in danger.

Second, if it was hidden in the dirty cotton-padded jacket, it would not be discovered and robbed if there was a special situation.

Facts proved that his decision was correct. When he was captured a few days ago, the officers and soldiers searched him thoroughly, but they did not find this talisman.

Lying on the soft baby and blanket, covered with a brand new quilt, holding the cut trivial talisman paper in his hand and recalling the steps of cutting the talisman paper today, Fang Ping fell asleep unconsciously.

Outside the tent, the full moon was hanging high, and the silver light was scattered, making the endless military camp glow with silver light.

Unconsciously, the wooden toad hanging on Fang Ping's chest suddenly flashed with spiritual light.

The spiritual light flashed, and a trace of moonlight was absorbed by the wooden toad. At the same time, the trivial talisman papers scattered on Fang Ping's bedside actually flew up by themselves and fell into the mouth of the wooden toad.

A moment later, the wooden toad trembled slightly, and a complete talisman paper the size of a book page was spit out by the wooden toad and fell on Fang Ping's bedside.

Fang Ping was sleeping soundly at this time because he was tired from helping the immortal master grind and prepare the talisman paste materials.

He was still unaware of the changes in the wooden toad.

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