At the rear cliff of Qingyun Dao Sect.
As a breeze blew past, rays of light suddenly appeared in Ye Ping's mind.
It was as resplendent as the stars, twinkling and sparkling.
The rays of light were like stars that were connected together. There were a total of 36 of them that formed a pattern.
It was an Immortal Aperture.
Ye Ping immediately understood that he had found the Immortal Aperture in his body.
Without thinking much, Ye Ping began to guide the spiritual energy into his body.
However, something terrible soon happened.
Ye Ping suddenly discovered that he seemed to … not know how to guide the spiritual energy into his body.
That was terrible.
He had found the Immortal Aperture, but he didn't know how to guide the spiritual energy into his body. That was really a headache.
"Let me think about it."
Ye Ping thought about it.
He didn't know how to guide the spiritual energy into his body, but he knew how to make some deductions.
"The first realm of cultivators is called the Qi Refinement realm. The Qi Refinement realm is to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to refine the impurities, extract the essence, and nurture the spirit meridians. That's why it's called the Qi Refinement realm."
"But how do I absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?"
A new problem arose.
Ye Ping frowned.
Time passed bit by bit.
He had been thinking about that problem, which seemed simple but was actually extremely complicated.
"No, no, I should now put myself in the shoes of the first cultivator in this world who knew how to cultivate Qi. I have to put myself in his shoes in order to get an answer."
Ye Ping thought to himself before continuing to think hard.
However, if the world knew what Ye Ping was doing now, even the immortals would be shocked.
Although Ye Ping was only thinking about the simplest problem, it was extremely terrifying.
The Qi Refinement realm was very ordinary, and guiding spiritual energy into the body was very simple for many people. However, all cultivators were walking the path of others.
It was just like mathematics. Three-year-old children would know that one plus one equals two because it was written in the textbooks.
However, what Ye Ping was doing was thinking about why one plus one equals two.
All cultivators in the world knew how to guide spiritual energy into the body because it was written in the mental cultivation method and someone had taught them. Hence, they naturally understood it.
However, if no one taught them how to guide spiritual energy into the body, even a peerless genius might not be able to embark on the path of cultivation.
What Ye Ping did was equivalent to opening up a path for himself.
If he succeeded, Ye Ping's cultivation path would be the first in history because it was a path that he had taken himself. Regardless of whether he succeeded or not, he would be different as long as he could guide the qi into his body.
However, it was extremely difficult to comprehend the Qi Cultivation Method. Even a reincarnated immortal might not be able to comprehend it.
On the back cliff.
Ye Ping had been deep in thought.
Time passed slowly.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed.
A total of nineteen days.
Ye Ping did not have an epiphany on how to guide the Qi into his body.
That made Ye Ping very upset.
He increasingly felt that his aptitude was lacking.
It's been almost twenty days, but I can't even draw Qi into my body. I'm really useless.
However, despite complaining, Ye Ping still worked very hard.
After all, if he didn't give it his all, how would he know how useless he was?
During this period of time, Luochen had also come to look for him, and Ye Ping had wanted to ask him many times about how to guide the Qi into his body, but in the end, he didn't.
He couldn't bring himself to say it because he was afraid that he would leave a bad impression on Luochen.
Late at night.
Ye Ping opened his eyes.
He still hadn't gained an epiphany.
He stood alone on the cliff and looked at the sky quietly.
The stars were shining brightly, competing with the bright moon.
The sky was as dark as ink and as dark as night.
On the cliff, Ye Ping felt the breeze caressing his face, but his heart was filled with helplessness and frustration.
However, Ye Ping was clear that the more frustrated he was, the more he had to calm down. Otherwise, it would be harder for him to figure out the problem.
"Forget it, I'll draw a picture. Maybe I'll gain some insights."
All of a sudden, Ye Ping thought to himself.
He wanted to draw a picture to relieve his boredom.
Thinking of this, Ye Ping got up and left to retrieve the Four Treasures of the Study.
When Ye Ping retrieved the Four Treasures of the Study, a figure appeared on the cliff.
It was Xu Luochen.
"Senior Brother Luochen, why are you here?"
Ye Ping carried the Four Treasures of the Study and looked at Xu Luochen curiously.
"Junior Brother Ye, I'm here to have a chat with you. You seem to be frowning recently, have you encountered any trouble?"
Xu Luochen walked over with a gentle smile.
During this period of time, he would occasionally come over to see how Ye Ping was doing, only to discover that Ye Ping had been frowning recently. He subconsciously thought that Ye Ping was troubled about the non-poisonous alchemy technique.
Hence, he felt a little guilty and decided to come over to relieve Ye Ping's mood.
If he became obsessed with it, the sect would definitely not let him off.
"Oh, there's some trouble, but it's just something on my mind. It's nothing."
Ye Ping initially wanted to ask Xu Luochen directly, but in the end, he kept his thoughts to himself and did not ask.
"Something on your mind? Junior Brother Ye, don't be too anxious about everything. The path of cultivation is long, you have to relax. "
Xu Luochen comforted slowly. At the same time, when he saw the Four Treasures of the Study that Ye Ping was carrying, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Do you want to paint?"
Xu Luochen was a little curious. He really didn't know that Ye Ping knew how to paint.
"Yes, I'm a little depressed, so I want to paint to relieve my mood."
Ye Ping answered truthfully.
"Very good, the night is so beautiful, I can indeed paint."
Xu Luochen smiled and nodded.
However, at the end, Xu Luochen asked again, "Junior Brother Ye, do you know how to paint portraits?"
Xu Luochen asked.
"Yes, I painted one for Eldest Senior Brother a few days ago."
Ye Ping nodded.
"You painted one for Eldest Senior Brother?" Xu Luochen frowned slightly. He had never seen Su Changyu with any paintings, but those were trivial matters and Xu Luochen didn't care too much about it.
Instead, he smiled even wider and said, "Junior Brother Ye, do you mind painting for me?"
Xu Luochen chuckled.
"Of course, Senior Brother, do you want me to paint a side view or a front view?"
Ye Ping asked.
It didn't matter who he painted for. Ye Ping just wanted to paint to relieve his mood.
"Of course I want to paint a front view. Come, paint my face. However, Junior Brother Ye, remember to make it look good and have an artistic conception. You can use some exaggerated techniques. I can handle it."
As soon as he heard that he could paint for himself, Xu Luochen was excited and deliberately wanted to paint a front view.
"Okay."
Ye Ping did not say much and simply laid the rice paper on the ground before pressing it down with a paperweight and grinding it.
About eight minutes later, Ye Ping began to paint.
An entire hour passed.
Finally, he was done.
"Senior Brother Luochen, it's done."
Ye Ping called out.
In an instant, Xu Luochen twisted his neck and then walked over with a face full of joy. He looked at the painting.
In the painting, the night sky was as dark as ink and the stars were bright. There was an indescribable artistic conception that was extremely beautiful.
In particular, although the painting did not fully depict his handsomeness, it was considered not bad.
"Good, very good, very good! Little Junior Brother, you're really good at painting. Not bad, not bad. "
Xu Luochen praised in satisfaction.
"It's alright, it's alright. Senior Brother Luochen, do you want me to write a poem?"
Ye Ping asked.
He wanted to write a poem to match the night scenery.
"No, no, this painting is good enough."
Xu Luochen didn't want to write a poem. What was the point of doing that? He just wanted to reflect his image.
Wouldn't it look bad if he wrote a poem?
"Yes."
Ye Ping rolled up the painting without stamping it. He could tell that Xu Luochen's mental state was extremely high and he liked to be plain. He didn't like fancy things.
It was a high realm.
Soon, Xu Luochen put away the painting and comforted Ye Ping before leaving alone.
While walking on the road, Xu Luochen couldn't help but open the painting again with the help of the moonlight to admire his handsomeness.
"When Master and Eldest Senior Brother return, I'll let them see it too. I wonder if they know how to paint, but they'll definitely praise me for my handsomeness. Hehehe."
"No, no, I should write a poem, but it's alright, I'll go back and write one myself."
At night.
Xu Luochen's laughter gradually disappeared.
At the same time …
In the Cloud Mist Mountain Range.
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