I Am Preaching in the World of Cultivating Immortals

Shi Wan was born with double eyes but no spiritual roots, and was rejected by all the immortal sects. He knelt at Suo Ling Peak for three years, just for a chance to become a disciple. The old Taoist Shoushan said: "Push this stone up and you will be let in." There are two-meter-high edge stones and 13,500 steps. He pushed. With flesh and blood, step by step. When he climbed to the top of the mountain, Gao Yang, the legendary master, was eating melon seeds and gave him two choices. "First, I'll teach you martial arts." "Second, if you commit suicide immediately, I will teach you ghost cultivation." Shi Wan did not hesitate: "I learn martial arts!" The next day, the senior brother brought a stack of test papers. Shi Wan looked at the calculus and algebra questions above and fell into deep thought—— What about the martial arts you promised? (Group portrait + Xianxia Jianghu) (I'm just practicing my writing, I want to practice my narrative rhythm, I'm an old-fashioned idea, don't comment if you don't like it, thank you)