Apart from the sarcasm of his master, Elder Dongfang, who looked at him all day long, beating and scolding him at every turn, and scolding him for lessons, just the so-called "pranks" of the brothers who praised the high and stepped on the low were enough for him to eat a pot.

He was in tattered clothes and disheartened all day long. He went up and down the mountain to fetch water, clean the courtyard, and was punished as an endless coolie. If he made the slightest mistake, he had to endure the arrogant ridicule and contempt of his brothers and sisters. You can humiliate him.

The elders of the Medicine Pills Division were even the enemies who threw their anger on him when they failed to pursue his mother back then. Other brothers and sisters went to the Medicine Medicine Division to ask for medicine pills, and if they could, they would give them.

The little bit of true qi that I finally accumulated every time was like water entering the sea, and it disappeared without a trace after a night. Naturally, he was unwilling. He tried hard to find a magic crystal that could help him condense his energy in the Valley of Warcraft, but was beaten down by his fellow senior brother Yan Qing, saying that he had stolen other people's trophies. His master Dongfang Ruoxu's buttocks were crooked to the side, so naturally he would not listen to his explanation, beat him and threw him into the confinement room, and he was half-dead.

Under such circumstances, even if he didn't know his background, it would be absurd if he could maintain a clear heart.

Although he could not deceive the young and poor, and thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, he didn't even know that he couldn't cultivate because of the soul chain! I thought it was because of my stupid talent, and I was naturally depressed and resentful in my heart.

It was not until he was fifteen years old that he accidentally learned the truth about the death of his father and mother, and the hatred that had accumulated in his heart for many years found a reasonable explanation. But his soul has been locked for many years, and he has been severely injured. At this time, even if he desperately tried to find a master to solve it, he still vomited blood, and he and the enemy lost both.

Later, he saw with his own eyes that the Beastmaster died in front of him. His eyes were about to split, and the last trace of goodness left in his heart was completely wiped out, and he fell into a demon from then on. Anyway, in his whole life, no one cares about him, no one cares about him, why should he value his life and morality and righteousness...

This life can be said to be no less miserable than the previous three lives.

Fortunately, the timeline that Rong Wan entered this time was when Qi Bishu was thirteen years old.

Penglaizong, the sky is full of clouds.

Thirteen-year-old Qi Bishu was secretly hiding behind the treetops, looking towards Qianshan Terrace.

Today is the day of the great competition between the sects of the Penglai Sect. Look at yourself again, it's a little hard to climb a tree. Qi Bishu desperately tried to breathe a sigh of relief, but his aptitude was indeed too poor. No matter how hard he worked in the past three years, he still couldn't succeed.

He only felt that there was some coagulation block in his dantian. Every time he tried to break through, he was attacked, and he even vomited blood!

waste!

Penglai Sect is the number one sect in the Immortal Cultivation Continent. Disciples with extraordinary talent emerge in an endless stream, and someone like him can't even do the most basic qi condensing. What is it? !

Qi Bishu's heart was gloomy, if there was a mass of qi stuck in his chest, he couldn't get rid of it.

There was a voice from far away: "Yan Qing, a disciple of the East Dao Changmen, is on the fourth floor, fighting against Yang Zhou, a disciple of the Qingxu Dao Changmen!"

Yan Qing can also participate in the martial arts competition?

Qi Bishu's eyes widened suddenly, and she held her breath as she watched Yan Qing put her palm on the test stone, and the stone exuded the light of the fourth layer of condensed air the air condensed layer was all pale white light, and as the level increased, Aperture will be expanded. Yan Qing's cultivation level at this time may not be worth mentioning in the eyes of the brothers and sisters in Qianshantai, but in the eyes of Qi Bishu, it is extremely enviable!

Yan Qing went out with him at the gate of the East Daoist, but the progress was much faster than him.

And when will he succeed in condensing his energy? !

Qi Bishu wiped the sweat from his forehead with his blood-stained hands, and a self-mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He thought to himself, his mother was the elder of Penglai Sect, with extraordinary aptitude, but I don’t know how she gave birth to such a useless waste. She lived to the age of thirteen and couldn’t even achieve the most basic qi condensing. Going down, at the age of sixteen, I am afraid that I will never be able to set foot on the path of immortal cultivation again!

If the mother knew under the spring, I am afraid that she would also feel ashamed for such a son.

And on this mountain, he has no father or mother, his master does not hurt him, and he is unwilling to teach him any further profound arts, and his brothers and sisters also do their best to humiliate him, and no one will give him a helping hand. If he succeeded in protecting himself by refining his qi as soon as possible, I am afraid that on the day of going down the mountain to practice, he will be the first to die in the mouth of the beast!

Although he strongly advised himself to cultivate immortals, he cultivated his heart, and he needed to be steadfast and patient to succeed. He also lives in a secluded place, day and night, cultivating like crazy. But the reality is in front of him, his cultivation is useless at all, and every time he finally accumulates a bit of true qi, when it encounters the dantian, it disappears for no reason and is stopped——

Even if Qi Bishu could endure it, he was only a thirteen-year-old child. At this time, anxiety rose in his heart, he couldn't help but sighed softly and climbed down the tree trunk.

The movement he made was not big, but at such a distance, Elder Dongfang suddenly found him hiding in the distance, and a bad thought flashed in his heart. Every time he taught other disciples, the son of Junior Sister Qing Lian tried to steal his lessons. It was true that a mother would have a son.

Back then, didn't Qing Lian steal a lot of heaven-level exercises from him and become the most beloved disciple of the previous head, and he became the elder one step ahead of him at a young age? This kind of humiliation he will never forget for the rest of his life.

"Who's there?" Dongfang Ruoxu narrowed his eyes and said sternly, "Come here!"

Qi Bishu didn't expect that he would be discovered, and when he came back to his senses, he was taken to Dongfang Ruoxu and the elders by two disciples.The brothers and sisters in the Qianshantai arena were still competing, but most of them looked at themselves, full of ridicule.

"I remember, that kid hasn't succeeded in condensing qi yet, and he still wants to participate in the martial arts competition?"

"It's just a piece of waste wood. We succeeded in condensing energy within a few years of going up the mountain. Didn't he stay on this mountain for thirteen years, why hasn't he condensed energy yet? If I were him, I would die of shame."