Every time after training, Chu Qianyang felt that he was as tired as a dead dog. It was really not as comfortable as living in a prison, eating and waiting to die.

Forget about everything else, the most important thing is that the big devil won't let him sleep!

This is absolutely unbearable!

Chu Qianyang didn't get enough sleep every day, so much so that even when he was sleepy, he would just pass the training, and the result... let alone the result.

If Tong Lin hadn't been watching from outside every day, and he had to maintain his tall and mighty image, Chu Qianyang would have really wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep, and then not care about anything else.

But maybe he was gifted. Every time he fell asleep, he felt like a good man again. He felt so proud that he could lift ten mechas without feeling any fatigue on his body.

There is no way, who makes him the man destined to be the protagonist...

Chu Qianyang ate breakfast quickly. He had to admit that the Feng family's food was really good. Although it was a little bit worse than what he made, it was enough.

And since he started piloting the mecha, his appetite has doubled. He used to eat half a bucket, but now he can eat two buckets.

Although the time for the trip has not yet been decided, Chu Qianyang also knows that it will only be a few days. Although the training is tiring, he adapts quickly. Father Feng's hardships can no longer hold him back. Of course, the more important thing is that he

Already able to control the new mecha without any hindrance.

He hurriedly rushed to the training room before the stipulated time. Chu Qianyang didn't see Father Feng at a glance, and his heart couldn't help but drop, and he walked in on his own.

Chu Qianyang didn't hate mechas, or in other words, many people liked the feeling of being able to move around in seconds, but the big devil kept a cold face every day, which looked a bit scary.

As soon as he climbed onto the mecha, he saw a pretty figure standing outside the training room. He immediately poked his head out: "Do you want Brother Qianyang to play with you?"

Feng Jiu glanced at him and did not refuse.

The co-pilot of the new mecha is different from the conventional mecha, and Father Feng later made some modifications.

After all, the mecha masters of the former have higher requirements for mental concentration and are very taboo about being disturbed, especially if there is someone around them who they do not trust enough.

On the battlefield, under special circumstances, most of the people being rescued will be placed in the co-pilot's seat. In the past, it was ignored, but it cannot be ignored when placed on new mechas.

Therefore, in the modified cockpit, the driver's seat and the co-pilot are basically separated. The barrier can be removed if the mecha master is willing.

Of course Chu Qianyang didn't pay that much attention to Feng Jiu. After seeing him coming up, he said happily: "Sit tight!"

"..."

Feng Jiu thought about it for a moment, but in the end he didn't move.

With the addition of a small audience, Chu Qianyang felt as if he had been given a shot of blood. He wanted to break through the roof and drive the mecha out for a couple of laps.

Feng Jiu watched him skillfully control the mecha. Even in terms of thought control, he also grasped some very subtle aspects very well. He also knew that the training arranged by Father Feng these days was bearing fruit.

Moreover, he could still talk to Feng Jiu while piloting the mecha, without even the slightest look of embarrassment.

"There are many alien races in the universe." Feng Jiu suddenly said: "The Wangu people have weak physical conditions, so they need to rely on mechas to increase their combat power."

Chu Qianyang glanced at her inexplicably and flattered. He didn't know why she said this, but Feng Jiu rarely talked to him so much. The young man immediately cheered up and echoed: "Yes, yes, yes.

That’s so right!”

Feng was silent for a long time, and suddenly felt the urge to say nothing.

Chu Qianyang didn't notice, and followed her topic and said: "Hey, I have never seen foreign races, but I have never heard of them being weaker than the Eternal People. I never thought that one day we would also become a vulnerable group.

"

But who makes them smart enough to develop mechas!

Those strong aliens are physically stronger than them, but their research on weapons is not as good as theirs. This is why Wangu is not powerful, but can still stock up in a world surrounded by aliens.

Although the Eternal People seemed to Chu Qianyang to be much stronger than the fellow villagers in his previous life.

"Brute strength alone is not enough." Chu Qianyang couldn't help but mutter: "The world is so complicated, and no one knows magic."

"magic?"

"It's just like scattering a small star, and then 'biubiu' it turns into various things, or produces magical effects."

Feng Jiu thought about it for a moment, and it sounded vaguely similar to Xiuzhen: "You like this?"

"I don't like it." Chu Qianyang immediately said in disgust: "It doesn't have the characteristics of his hometown at all. If he wants to do it, he will do something like fantasy and immortality. If not, give me a system. How can I have such a hard-working protagonist?"

"...?!" Feng Jiu: "Cultivation to immortality?"

"They are gods!" Chu Qianyang thought about the settings of this world and glanced at Feng Jiu pitifully: "But it seems that gods are not popular here. Even if you want to fly wherever you can, you can't float to the deserted star to cultivate land.

land."

The sense of dissonance is too strong.

Chu Qianyang thought that if he traveled to a world of cultivating immortals, he would have to go into seclusion at every turn, without any joy in life. Fortunately, he didn't go.

Although it’s a bit hard to explain now, at least the living facilities are very complete, and as long as you have money, your life is still very comfortable.

As for saving the world and so on... He thinks it's good to be a little transparent, and the protagonist should forget about it.

However, when Chu Qianyang turned around, he saw Feng Jiuzheng looking at him with an indescribable look, and was immediately startled: "What happened, baby?"

It's not that he wanted to make a fuss. In fact, this kid rarely showed different expressions when he was very young. When he saw the scary monsters, he was calmer than him as an adult. He had never looked so stunned.

"Even if you want to become an immortal, I can't help you. This is the limitation of the world. Let's just play with the mecha."

"..." Feng Jiu looked away: "Where did you hear that?"

"Just novels..." Chu Qianyang was mid-sentence when he suddenly remembered that he had never seen the theme of cultivating immortals in novels in this world, so he could only say: "Ancient novels."

I wonder if he will become popular now that he has changed his career to writing novels?

Feng Jiu knew about novels and picture books, but the contents were not detailed enough, so he seldom came into contact with them.

But can something you haven’t seen be described in such a specific way?

That probability is too small.

Since she was able to get here inexplicably, there is no guarantee that other cultivators will come here by chance and learn about the methods of cultivating immortals. However, due to the limitation of spiritual energy, it is difficult to succeed easily.

Feng Jiu didn't say anything else. She had already searched for relevant content when she first came here, but couldn't find anything. Then what Chu Qianyang was talking about couldn't exist on the Star Network, or it was protected by permissions. They just saw it.

Not enough.

After Chu Qianyang moved his hands and feet for a while, Father Feng came.

Feng Jiu got off the mecha, watched the young man continue training heartlessly, and left anyway.

Cultivation does not happen overnight. Although Chu Qianyang knew that there was such a thing, he still did not show much yearning for it, even if he did not take it seriously at all.

After all, if cultivation is effective, it is much more powerful than mecha.

But as he said, being restricted by the world, it was not something she could do if she wanted to. If the young man had not accidentally opened the spirit body, she would not have planned to bring anyone into the immortal sect before forming the elixir.

Now I need to think about it carefully.

However, the young man will leave after a while. Now that he is taught the method of cultivation and there is no one around to look after him, it will be very difficult to handle if something goes wrong.

But it doesn't matter if it's just a few small spells.

Of course, Feng Jiu didn't expect the young man to be able to cultivate in a few days from the beginning, as long as he could gather enough spiritual power to use the talisman.

But it’s hard to get started with cultivation, and it’s even harder to get into something you’ve never done before.

Chu Qianyang practiced for another day, until he was tortured by Father Feng and lost all strength, then he returned to the lounge in a daze and fell asleep.

Feng Jiu buried himself under the quilt when he saw him. He did not wake him up, but stood still in front of him, and then pointed his finger on the young man's eyebrows.

Chu Qianyang frowned for a moment, then quickly relaxed.

He had a dream. During the day, he just missed talking about magic and cultivating immortals, and then he dreamed about it at night.

In fact, those things were far away from him. He had not been in contact with them for more than ten years. He had no memory of what he had seen before, and he only vaguely knew some concepts.

But in the dream, he seemed to have pried open something buried deep in his memory. He didn't remember how those cultivators turned their hands to make clouds and rain, but he clearly felt the state of their cultivation.

This feeling is so amazing.

It was as if someone was pulling him along the meridians in his body to experience it little by little, until a certain pattern was deeply remembered in his body and became an instinct.

After just a few reincarnations, he was already able to control it on his own.

Chu Qianyang vaguely knew that he was dreaming, but the feeling of comfort was equally clear, and his body was so comfortable that it made people want to moan out.

Chu Qianyang had no concept of time. He only knew that he had been cultivating in his dream all night, and when he woke up in the morning, his head was full of wandering meridians.

His energy was still as good as before. Chu Qianyang looked at the time, stood up and yawned. However, he yawned halfway and froze on the spot. He felt the familiar breath in his body in disbelief, and almost thought he hadn't woken up yet.

It wasn't until he was sure that he was not dreaming that Chu Qianyang was so frightened that he shrank into a ball: "... Damn!"

What kind of skill is he? He actually said he was cultivating immortality and then actually cultivated it. It is simply more awesome than any magical system.

He doesn’t even believe it when he says he’s not the protagonist!

But even if he had read something a long time ago, Chu Qianyang knew that cultivation was not that easy. No matter how powerful a genius was, it was impossible for him to learn without a teacher. Maybe it would be okay to get started, but if he went astray in practice, it would be really difficult.

Those who become obsessed with madness cannot be saved even if they are saved.

But after struggling for a long time, he still couldn't resist the temptation of cultivating immortals. He practiced cautiously for a week, and found that nothing happened, so he became more and more eager to try.

He finally understood why so many people abandoned their armor in the face of desire. This feeling was really unspeakable. Even though they knew the danger, they still couldn't help but try.

But apart from knowing a little bit about the level of cultivation, he was completely confused about how to do it. The route of the meridians running in his body was something he only dreamed about, which sounded a bit absurd.
To be continued...