An Ordinary Path to Immortality

At night, even Chen Xianrong was surprised to learn that the old immortal master had actually taught Fang Ping the immortal cultivation method.

Especially when he saw the Washing Marrow Sutra, he was even more confused.

After learning that the old immortal master allowed him to teach Fang Ping the contents of the Washing Marrow Sutra, his head was full of question marks.

For a moment, he didn't even dare to believe Fang Ping's words.

"Did the old immortal master really tell me to teach you the contents of the Washing Marrow Sutra?"

"Yes, the old immortal master said it himself. If there is anything in the Washing Marrow Sutra that you don't know or understand, you can ask the sir first. If there is still something you don't understand, then ask the immortal master."

"Can I read this immortal family method?" Chen Xianrong was a little flattered.

"Sir, please rest assured, the immortal master said that if you don't have spiritual roots, practicing the Washing Marrow Sutra will have no effect at all."

After Fang Ping's repeated explanations, Chen Xianrong opened the Washing Marrow Sutra with doubts and started reading it.

Soon he understood why the immortal master was confident in letting him teach Fang Ping the Washing Marrow Sutra.

Because apart from the obscure contents of the Xisui Jing, all the exercises are completely based on the spiritual roots.

If there is no spiritual root, practicing this exercise is just a waste of time.

So he put his mind at ease and began to help Fang Ping explain word by word.

After all, Xisui Jing is a practice method, and many of its contents involve meridians and acupoints.

Although he was a Jinshi, he was not sure about many of the contents of the exercises.

So he discussed with Fang Ping and simply asked the sergeant to invite a military doctor, and the two of them discussed the contents of Xisui Jing together and then taught Fang Ping.

But even though Chen Xianrong and the military doctor worked all night, the overall progress was not fast.

On the second day, Fang Ping still did his daily work as usual, and only had the opportunity to ask the immortal master about Xisui Jing when he was free.

Then at night, Fang Ping was gradually able to join the discussion between Chen Xianrong and the military doctor and express his own opinions.

Fang Ping studied the Xi Sui Jing day and night with great thirst. What he didn't know was that every time he left the immortal master, the old immortal master would take out a jade slip and put it on his forehead to practice some kind of skills.

Occasionally, he would take out a blood-colored crystal diamond and use the skills to force a drop of blood from his fingers onto the crystal diamond.

As the old immortal master dripped blood again and again, the color of the blood diamond changed from transparent to the current flashing blood color.

So more than ten days passed while the two of them practiced seriously.

The war was not urgent these days, because the reinforcements from the Great Zhou had already entered Jianmen Pass.

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Jianmen Pass was isolated and helpless at the beginning, and the two armies of Daliang failed to take Jianmen Pass even after attacking from the front and back. Now it is even more difficult to take Jianmen Pass.

There are even rumors in the army that the Great Zhou is ready to withdraw.

In this situation, Fang Ping was much more relaxed than before, and had more time to comprehend the Washing Marrow Sutra and learn to write.

After all this time of study, it was no longer difficult for Fang Ping to read through some ordinary books.

After all this time of study and comprehension, the Washing Marrow Sutra had been memorized by him.

On this day, after the test of the immortal master, Fang Ping's understanding of the Washing Marrow Sutra had reached the requirements of the old immortal master.

He also got the permission of the immortal master and could practice the Washing Marrow Sutra.

After thanking the immortal master, Fang Ping returned to his tent and was so excited that he had no intention of studying. Chen Xianrong scolded him several times before he regained his mind.

After Chen Xianrong left, Fang Ping had no intention of sleeping. He only waited until the next morning to take the Tongmai Pill and start practicing the Washing Marrow Sutra.

Even in the middle of the night, Fang Ping was so excited that he couldn't sleep, and he ran to the door of the tent to look at the round moon in the sky like a silver plate for a while.

Under the bright moonlight, Fang Ping's heart finally felt at peace for a moment. He couldn't help but recall the time when he was a child, nestling in his mother's arms and listening to her tell him stories about fairies living on the moon.

"Mom, did you see that? Ping'er is about to start practicing martial arts and will soon become a cultivator."

After a long time, Fang Ping's heart finally calmed down. He returned to the tent with a normal look, took out the three Tongmai Pills and looked at them for a while, as if he was hesitating which one to take first in the morning tomorrow.

Just as he was about to put the Tongmai Pills back into the porcelain bottle, he suddenly saw a ray of fluorescence on his chest from the corner of his eye.

This ray of light flashed by, but it was only a blink of an eye, but Fang Ping saw it clearly.

"What's going on?"

He was startled and quickly unbuttoned his coat, and found that there was nothing on his chest except the wooden toad he was wearing close to his body.

"Nothing, was it you who was glowing just now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, as if responding to him, the wooden toad actually floated up by itself.

The sudden change made Fang Ping quickly take the wooden toad rope off his neck.

The wooden toad did not fly away, but just stopped at a position that was level with Fang Ping's sight.

Fang Ping was in doubt and didn't know what to do.

The three pills in his hand suddenly flew out of his hand and went into the mouth of the wooden toad.

"No!"

Fang Ping exclaimed, and was about to reach out to grab them, but his movements were not as fast as the wooden toad's swallowing.

Fang Ping, who caught nothing, could only watch the pills fly into the mouth of the wooden toad.

"You, you, this..."

Fang Ping was incoherent and wanted to cry but had no tears. He never expected that the only relic left by his mother to him was really not an ordinary item as his mother said.

It actually ate the pills I used for cultivation.

Fang Ping felt his head buzzing and his mind went blank.

Is his fate as an immortal going to end here?

Fortunately, the toad didn't let him wait too long.

Soon, the toad trembled slightly, and a pill that was somewhat similar to the Tongmai Pill, but more crystal clear and jade-like, came out of its mouth.

Fang Ping, who was stunned, was quick-witted and reached out to catch the pill when it was about to fall to the ground.

Before he could check the pill, Fang Ping saw that the half bag of talisman paper scraps that he had piled in the corner of the wall flew out of the bag without wind and flew towards the toad's mouth.

To be precise, the toad sucked them all in.

Soon, the half bag of talisman paper was swallowed by the toad, and then it spit out two complete drawings.

This time Fang Ping suddenly understood.

Could it be that the scraps of talisman paper that disappeared last time and the extra half of talisman paper were the masterpieces of the wooden toad?

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the talisman paper floating in the air, and it fell into Fang Ping's hand.

Before he could take a closer look, the wooden toad actually swallowed the residues of several furnaces of hemostatic powder brought back today.

Fang Ping's eyes were wide open.

He had always thought that this wooden toad was just an ordinary mortal, with nothing more than a special material.

Unexpectedly, the performance of the wooden toad today completely overturned his cognition.

He was already shocked by the swallowing of elixirs and talisman paper before, and now it was swallowing the residue of medicine refining.

While he was looking forward to it, he felt that the wooden toad left by his mother seemed to be a really extraordinary thing.

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