Record of Practice and Cutting Off Dust

Qing Ming Zhan Chen Lu Chapter 1: A dead tree meets a new spirit The setting sun is like blood, soaking in the vast black stone mountain. Lin Yue huddled in the rock crevice of the mountain stream, his shabby gray shirt stained with mud, and the dull pain in his ribs intensified with every breath - the injury was caused by being kicked by bandits this morning. He stared at the polished wooden sign in the palm of his hand. The four words "Qingyun Sect Outer Gate" on it had long been blurred, which was very similar to his situation for the past three years. As the most marginalized outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect, Lin Yue's spiritual roots were mixed and he struggled even with the most basic method of introducing Qi into the body. Disciples of the same age were already able to control low-level magic weapons, but he was still chopping wood and carrying water every day, relying on the meager sect salary to survive. Three days ago, the sect distributed monthly body-tempering pills. Seeing that he had made no progress in his cultivation, the steward directly gave his share to others on the grounds that "it is impossible to carve out rotten wood, and the pills are in vain." "Cough..." A fishy smell rose up in his throat, and Lin Yue clenched the wooden sign tightly, his knuckles turning white. He was unwilling to give in. He carried half a bag of dry food saved by his old mother and traveled over the mountains and ridges to Qingyun Sect, not to be a useless person who could be bullied. At this moment, there was a sudden movement outside the rock crevice. There was a sound of soft footsteps mixed with gasps, and two figures stumbled in. They were two monks in golden robes, a man and a woman. The male cultivator had a short black arrow stuck in his chest, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling slightly. The female cultivator was tightly guarding a simple wooden box, her face was as pale as paper. "It's the people from Black Wind Village... They're catching up!" The female cultivator's voice trembled. When she glanced at Lin Yue, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, "What kind of wild boy are you coming from, get out of here!"