Ning Zhuo shook his head: "It's not appropriate. Now many people know that I have these needs. If these precious cultivation materials are stolen, they will be the first to suspect me."

Sun Lingtong shrugged: "Then I'll just dump their inventory in one pot, isn't that enough?"

Ning Zhuo sighed deeply: "The risk of stealing under the nose of a Nascent Soul-level monk is really high."

"But if there is really no other way, this is the only option."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now. Boss, please protect me."

Sun Lingtong nodded repeatedly: "Xiao Zhuo, go and study. I'm watching you."

Ning Zhuo took a few steps forward and came to the foot of Lingyin Willow.

Lingyin Liu seemed to sense Ning Zhuo, and once again used the willow stick to brush Ning Zhuo's face a few times.

Ning Zhuo smiled slightly and felt the welcome of Lingyin Liu: "Willow tree, willow tree, haven't seen me for a few days, do you miss me?"

"This time I will use your strength to help me taste the bitter water."

"Only when I become stronger can I provide you with a better environment."

Sun Lingtong chuckled: "Brother, you are quite funny. Why are you talking to a willow tree? Hurry up and drink water."

Ning Zhuo turned around and looked at Sun Lingtong: "Boss, the first time I saw this willow tree, I felt very friendly. I could communicate with it unconsciously."

"Perhaps I have practiced the Cremation Prajna Spiritual Interpretation Sutra, and I feel more and more that everything has spirituality. Things like Lingyin Liu can enlighten our wisdom, and spirituality should be even greater."

"It's just that it has no mouth or nose, so it can't speak or make gestures."

"To be honest, every time I talk to it like this, I can't help but calm down."

Sun Lingtong shrugged: "That's not bad, it's your personal method to adjust your enlightenment state, Xiaozhuo."

Ning Zhuo stopped talking, took out the futon and sat down cross-legged.

He took out the small jade bottle again, which contained a little bit of bitter water.

Ning Zhuo adjusted his breath for a moment, completely adjusting his state. His inner lake was calm, his ancient well had no waves, and his thoughts were clear.

Ning Zhuo uncorked the bottle and slowly poured the bitter water into his mouth.

As soon as the bitter water entered his mouth, Ning Zhuo felt the bitterness was indescribable!

This kind of bitterness is not limited to the taste, but also hits the depths of the soul. The throat is burning, and the soul is letting out an unbearable wail.

As the bitter water slid into his throat, it seemed to turn into a cold current, quickly spreading through his body. Ning Zhuo felt a coldness that quickly spread from his stomach to his limbs, bringing him chills and shivers he had never experienced before.

His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

All kinds of sins began to appear in his mind, the people he had hurt and owed, and the mistakes he had made.

The Three Ghosts of the Huang Family, Ning Fighter, Ning Ji, Ning Zui, Ning Xiaohui, Zhu Xuanji, Meng Chong, Black Wind Tiger Demon, Deputy Mountain Fox God, Lin Shanshan...

The memory was so clear and every detail was so vivid that he could not avoid it or escape.

Whispers and cries began to be heard in his ears. They were voices he had ignored, and they were the expressions of regret and guilt deep in his heart.

An invisible pressure enveloped his whole body, as if countless hands were pulling at his soul, trying to drag him into the abyss of endless sin.

Sun Lingtong saw that after Ning Zhuo drank the bitter water, his face was distorted, his expression was extremely painful, and tears quickly flowed from the corners of his tightly closed eyes.

Sun Lingtong gritted her teeth and only dared to shout in her heart: "Xiao Zhuo!"

He was very worried and clenched his fists, but he could only act anxiously and there was nothing he could do to help.

But the next moment, he heard Ning Zhuo let out a cold snort.

Under the Lingyin Willow, the young man in white had a cold and ice-like expression on his face. The previous pain and distortion seemed to be killed by solid ice.

Ning Zhuo slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely firm.

He sneered in his heart: "All things in the world are naturally competing for each other! The path of cultivation seems vast, and the various arts of cultivation seem numerous, but in fact there is only one path."

"That's the way to win!"

"Whether it is the right path, the evil path, or the devil's path, we must first talk about strength. Only when the strength is sufficient, will someone be kind to me and tell me the rules and principles in a pleasant manner."

"If I were strong enough, I could have rescued my mother at Huoshu Mountain long ago. Why would I need to run around now?"

"Only strengthening our strength is the premise and foundation. How can a mere bitterness shake my will?"

"Only by moving forward, not sticking to trivial matters, and constantly striving for victory, is the only way for me to achieve success rather than be clumsy!"

People are different.

Faced with suffering and poverty, everyone's feelings, choices, and behaviors are different.

There are some people who will draw strength from hardships and difficulties and continue to strengthen themselves. They will never waver in their determination and believe that everything is just a temporary difficulty. As long as they make up their minds, big problems are just a part of life.

A test.

Although Ning Zhuo was only a sixteen-year-old boy, his growth experience was extremely depressing. He was harshly criticized and treated badly. He had to disguise himself at all times. He had to endure his mother's distance. He had to be taught by Sun Lingtong.

After undergoing the test, he had to work even harder to figure out how to deal with Jindan level and Nascent Soul level opponents.

And he himself is only in the Qi refining period!

Bitter Cold Sutra...

Hanzhou made it clear that this is a scripture about drawing strength from the bitter cold, using it to strengthen oneself, and ultimately achieve self-transcendence.

Didn't Ning Zhuo spend his sixteen years on his own?

Hanzhou is quite right about one thing - Ning Zhuo is very consistent with the true meaning of the Kuhan Sutra.

The body protection of my Buddha Heart Demonic Seal is only superficial. This is Ning Zhuo’s true nature!

No matter how poor and humble I am, no matter how many external enemies are as high as the mountains and the sky, it will be difficult for me to suppress my will or encourage my will.

Just think of all this as a whetstone, a quagmire waiting to rise.

The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold!

The so-called bitter cold is nothing but a gift from life.

And this bitter water, if you taste it carefully, it seems that there is still a little bit of sweetness.

Ning Zhuo not only stabilized his mood, but also used this to further temper his will.

The true meaning contained in the bitter water flowed in his heart like a rolling river.

Frost Fist, Laohan Kick, Suffering Body, Hard Work, Pouring Water... all kinds of martial arts were learned by Ning Zhuo, and he quickly mastered the essence.

Once the essence is grasped and applied to oneself, it will be natural and there will be no barriers!

When Ning Zhuo stood up after completing his enlightenment, Sun Lingtong immediately stepped forward and asked about the situation.

Ning Zhuo's eyes sparkled, his character changed a level, his whole person took on a new look, and he was in high spirits: "Boss, I'm feeling very good now."

He looked back at Lingyin Liu.

On Lingyin Willow, only half of the willow branches showed signs of withering.

The difficulty of the bitter water does not lie in understanding, but in how to withstand the spiritual criticism and impact, how to stabilize the mind and calm all negative emotions.

Sun Lingtong looked at Ning Zhuo and said with some surprise: "I also feel that you seem to have changed a bit."

"How does bitter water taste?"

Just as Ning Zhuo was about to answer, Sun Lingtong immediately reached out to stop him: "Stop talking, I'll try it myself. Hehehe!"

"I'm really looking forward to it." Sun Lingtong rubbed her hands and smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed.

"Boss, I will protect you." Ning Zhuo left the futon and gave up his position to Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong drank the bitter water, and her expression changed dramatically.

"Boss, hold on!" Ning Zhuo cheered him up secretly.

Sun Lingtong did not disappoint him and quickly calmed down.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes with a disappointed look on his face: "Brother, this Hanzhou is dishonest, he is plotting against you!"

"These martial arts themselves are based on the body of suffering."

"Frost Fist, Old Han Leg, etc., all require the bitter cold energy to be emitted from the inside out. Inflict pain on yourself first, and then deal with the enemy."

"The more the suffering body is hit, the stronger it will be. But you and I don't have the bitter cold energy. Only by specializing in the bitter cold sutra can we have such magical power and true energy."

Ning Zhuo nodded: "That's right."

"My Five Elements Qi Rhythm Jue has been cultivated with the Five Elements Magic Power. It is impossible to allow the Five Elements Magic Power to penetrate into the body and into each joint. This will greatly damage my physical body. Although it can also increase the power of my fists and feet, it is very uneconomical.

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"But boss, you seem to have forgotten that I am a fellow practitioner of the Three Arts. The five elements of magic power are only owned by the Qi Sea. My essence sea contains the power of the essence and blood of the Demonic Blood Muscle Skill."

Sun Lingtong slapped his head: "Haha, I forgot about this. Who told you to always use the Five Elements magic power to fight against the enemy recently?"

Ning Zhuo smiled.

He has mastered the essence of the martial arts of the Ku Han Jing and has conceived various martial arts that are in line with the Demonic Blood Muscle Technique. He only needs to practice them secretly so that he can surprise others one day in the future.

Xiao Zhengfeng, a martial arts arena.

Ning Zhuo came as promised and met Hanzhou.

As soon as they met, Hanzhou asked if he wanted to drink the bitter water.

Ning Zhuo said, he had already taken a sip and understood something. Please give me some advice today.

Hanzhou started to discuss with Ning Zhuo with surprise.

Although Ning Zhuo didn't show any martial arts, he had better ways to deal with Hanzhou's Frost Fist, Old Han Legs and even the Suffering Body. He changed his previous embarrassment and became quite calm.

At the end of the sparring session, Han Zhou said in surprise: "Fellow Taoist Ning Zhuo, you already know very little about my various martial arts and have mastered them completely. It seems that you will gain a lot from drinking the bitter water!"

Ning Zhuo smiled: "Thanks to my brother for being generous and taking the initiative to give me a gift."

Hanzhou looked carefully at Ning Zhuo's expression and saw that his spirit was shining brightly. He was even more amazed. He waved his hand and said, "You are qualified to use such things."

"Many monks, despite their strong combat power and high cultivation level, are actually not worthy of using this bitter water."

"I am now convinced, fellow Taoist Ning Zhuo, that you not only have extraordinary understanding, but also have an astonishingly firm mind."

Ning Zhuo said a few words modestly and took out two Dharma Enlightenment Pictures.

It is the picture of Lingshuang and the picture of proud snow.

"Brother Hanzhou, you gave me bitter water before, I should repay you."

"These two diagrams of enlightenment are from my Ning family. They are two ice and snow spells that can be used for your enlightenment."

"I know a lot about the Bitter Cold Sutra. Using bitter cold magic to activate ice and snow spells is also quite effective."

Hanzhou was stunned for a moment, then reached out and slowly took over the two pictures.
Chapter completed!