After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

Chapter 18 Senior Brother Takes Me to Volume

The young man stopped, his eyes as bright as stars, his pupils as bright as paint, and his long eyebrows furrowed slightly, showing a little impatience.

Tang Ling got goosebumps all over under the hot sunshine.

This inexplicable flashback of memory...is that of the original Tang Ling?
  But didn't that Tang Ling come to Lingxian Sect before she traveled through time?
  And since she traveled through time, she has not inherited any memory of her original body.

what on earth is it?

Seeing Song Nan's face getting worse and worse.

Tang Ling was playing a small drum in her heart.

How to do how to do?
  Want to ask him for help?

"Brother."

Finally, Song Nan spoke before his face turned completely dark.

"Senior brother, can you teach me how to control a sword?"

Tang Ling looked calm on his face, but in his heart he had already slapped himself.

What the…

What am I talking about?
  Tang Ling felt that he was too cowardly to ask Song Nan to help pick ginseng directly, so he wanted to learn how to use a sword to pick it himself.

But... Why did she choose to learn from Song Nan when it came to sword control?
  I thought Song Nan would refuse directly, but I didn't expect him to look at me.

He suddenly stretched out two fingers and pointed towards the ground.

With a "clang" sound, the sword was unsheathed and suspended in mid-air.

Song Nan jumped onto the sword and looked down at Tang Ling.

"Are you ready?"

If his expression hadn't been so serious, Tang Ling would have suspected that this was naked showoff and sarcasm.

she asked cautiously.

"Senior brother, can you explain it in more detail? For example...do you want to recite any mantras or something?"

"Cultivation?" Song Nan said, "Cultivation is not about fancy tricks. If you recite the formula before casting spells, you will definitely fall behind when fighting with others."

"Then how did Senior Brother make the sword fly?"

"Control spiritual power at your fingertips, and use your spiritual power to control your sword."

"How to control spiritual power?"

Song Nan was silent for a moment, looked at Tang Ling, and suddenly said, "You are indeed not suitable for practicing the Shufa Sect's courses now."

Tang Ling was confused.

What does this "now" mean?
  "Sword Control is a compulsory course in the Shufa Sect, and it is also the most basic introductory course. I knew it at a glance when I was practicing."

Song Nan withdrew his gaze and said calmly.

It took Tang Ling a moment to react.

Do you think he is mocking his own learning ability?

Who can compete with a genius! Really are……

Tang Ling immediately realized that asking a genius for advice on cultivation issues was asking for trouble.

"It's better to train your body first."

Song Nan continued to say calmly, not knowing what he thought of, and a look on his face, "Do you know what body training is?"

After listening to the lessons in the Alchemy Sect these two days, Tang Ling immediately nodded and said: "As a monk, you must first train your body, that is, train your body, so that you can withstand the strong load of training."

Song Nan nodded, "Physical training is the foundation. From tomorrow on, you can practice with me in the morning, starting from the basics."

Morning exercise?

She didn't understand why things developed like this. She obviously wanted to pick medicinal herbs and ginseng, but instead turned into asking Song Nan for sword control skills, and then inexplicably turned into body training...

"I'll see you outside the door at four o'clock tomorrow."

Song Nan didn't give Tang Ling a chance to react and turned around and returned to the room.

Tang Ling quickly calculated the timeline of his past life in his mind.

Four in the morning?

She has never gotten up so early for final review!

Another thought, Song Nan actually does morning exercises every morning?
  What I saw when I got up late these past two days was him who had returned from morning exercises!
  “Good people work harder.”

Tang Ling once again understood this sentence more deeply.

Just thinking about it made him feel tired and panicked. Tang Ling already felt like withdrawing before the morning exercise even started.

Thinking about how hard she tried to avoid Juan's team in her previous life, but here she was, having to pay off debts and survive, she couldn't help but join Juan's team. From her point of view: there are thousands of roads, all leading to the same destination - they are all complicated!
  The next day, it was still dark, and there were a few solitary stars skewed in the crow-blue sky.

Song Nan stood under the tree outside the ancient banyan courtyard, leaning on the tree trunk with his arms folded, closing his eyes and relaxing.

He had been standing here for two quarters of an hour.

It's six o'clock now.

If you don't go to morning exercise, you will postpone the subsequent affairs.

Song Nan opened his eyes, with a look of "no more than that" contempt in his eyes. He raised his feet and was about to leave when there was a sound of "ringing, banging, banging" coming from the door behind him.

After a moment, there was a "bang" and the door was knocked open.

"Miss! You're not dressed yet!"

The raised steps suddenly stagnated.

Song Nan stopped but did not turn around.

"Senior brother! Just wait for me, I'll be there soon!"

Tang Ling scolded himself ten thousand times in his heart.

He was allowed to leave, so why did he have to get up desperately and accept this appointment?
  If I agree this time, won’t I have to get up early in the future?
  However, when she was haunted by nightmares last night, a small voice kept screaming in her heart.

He shouted and told her that Song Nan was still waiting outside the yard!

That's right.

As long as she thought about the possibility that someone was waiting for her, she was embarrassed to waste other people's time.

However, he had frequent nightmares in the past two days, which made Tang Ling extremely depressed. When he got dressed and went out, he was still in a daze. Looking at the clean and slender back of the young man in front of him, he always felt like he could see a double image.

Tang Ling yawned loudly and wanted to cry.

Mom, I actually got up early and started rolling.

If my mother from the previous life knew about it, her jaw would definitely drop.

Song Nan’s morning exercises were very intense.

Since his previous life, he has been accustomed to training his running speed.

This was a habit from long ago.

At that time he was still a beggar.

A skinny person is like a dry person. Anyone can kick or punch him, but his hands are powerless.

When danger approaches, the speed of escape becomes very important.

After giving Tang Ling a few words to follow him closely, he started running.

The habit is to jog slowly first, breathe the surrounding air, and feel the cleanness of the morning air.

At this time, he heard soft footsteps behind him, one after another, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Tang Ling also started running.

The steps were frivolous and had no sense of rhythm. It sounded like it was very difficult to follow.

This is just the beginning...

I looked at the road ahead and saw no obstacles.

Song Nan turned around, ran backwards, and faced Tang Ling.

"Constant speed," he said.

Tang Ling is a loser in sports. Except for morning exercises in junior high school, he has never gotten up early for morning exercises in more than ten years.

In addition, I had a nightmare last night and was mentally exhausted. It was unprecedented for me to be able to get up and accept the appointment.

So she ran stumblingly, feeling that her body weighed a thousand kilograms, and her head was filled with a thick lead. The ground was like a swamp, and every step she took was sunk deeply into it, making it difficult to pull out.

Taking a run on flat ground gives you the feeling of a difficult trek.

Also no one.

Seeing Tang Ling's state, Song Nan fell silent.

In fact, you should not exercise strenuously without adequate rest.

But Song Nan didn't tell her.

That's good, so she can get out of trouble earlier.

So, before Tang Ling could respond, he turned around and started running quickly and powerfully.

(End of this chapter)