There is no future for menial disciples? I draw talismans to achieve immortality

Chapter 485 Xu Changshou Beats the Child

"I want to ride a horse, I want to ride a horse, Brother Zhang, please let me go!"

"presumptuous!"

Seeing Xu Chengzhi pestering Zhang Daocheng to ride a horse, Xu Changshou couldn't stand it anymore and jumped down angrily.

"Ah, Dad, why are you here?"

When Xu Chengzhi saw Xu Changshou, he was shocked and got off his red-scale horse in a hurry.

"Disciple greets Uncle Master Xu!" Zhang Daocheng bowed hurriedly.

Xu Changshou waved his hand and put the red-scaled horse into his storage bag. "Playthings can ruin your ambition. I'll keep the red-scaled horse for you temporarily. From today on, you are not allowed to play with anything else."

"understood!"

Xu Chengzhi lowered his head somewhat guiltily.

Xu Changshou's gaze fell on Zhang Daocheng and he asked, "Daocheng, how is Chengzhi's cultivation going? Is he slacking off?"

"Forehead……"

Zhang Daocheng broke out in a cold sweat: "Not bad, little junior brother is quite obedient."

"Humph!"

Xu Changshou snorted coldly and said unhappily: "This kid has been in the sect for almost three months, and he's only at the second level of Qi Refining. This is called being obedient."

"This..." Zhang Daocheng didn't know how to answer.

Xu Changshou said sternly: "I handed Chengzhi over to you, is this how you teach him?"

"Disciple...I know I was wrong!"

Zhang Daocheng also lowered his head.

"Dad, it's my own fault for being lazy. Don't blame Senior Brother Zhang!" Xu Chengzhi spoke up to help Zhang Daocheng out.

"you shut up!"

After Xu Changshou scolded him, Xu Chengzhi immediately stopped talking.

"Daocheng, Chengzhi is young and naive. He doesn't practice well, so I have to ask you to take responsibility first. I know you don't have the heart to blame him, but as the old saying goes, a strict teacher produces a good student, and a kind mother often spoils her child. You can't be too kind to him. You have to be strict."

"Go and get the ruler!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Daocheng walked into the room, came over with a ruler, and handed the ruler to Xu Changshou.

Xu Changshou weighed the ruler and walked up to Xu Chengzhi: "Stretch out your hand!"

"Dad, I was wrong, don't hit me!"

Xu Chengzhi shrank his head and didn't dare to stretch out his hand.

"I asked you to hold out your hand."

"Oh!"

Xu Chengzhi said "Oh" and stretched out his white and tender little hand.

Snapped!

Xu Changshou showed no mercy and hit Xu Chengzhi's palm hard with a ruler.

"Ouch!"

Xu Chengzhi gasped in pain.

He hurriedly covered his palm with his other hand and placed his hand on his stomach.

"Put your hands out!" Xu Changshou said sternly.

"Yes!"

Xu Chengzhi didn't dare to refute. He endured the pain and stretched out his hand again.

A blood-red mark appeared on the white and tender palm.

Xu Changshou couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw this.

To be honest, Xu Chengzhi is a well-behaved, sensible, polite and nice child.

As a child, there is nothing wrong with him. The only bad thing is that he doesn't practice well.

As a descendant of a family of immortal cultivators, not practicing well is the greatest sin.

Snapped!

Another harsh blow with the ruler made Xu Chengzhi burst into tears. His small body was trembling slightly.

This second blow was even harder than the first!

"Hands out!"

Xu Changshou spoke again coldly.

A hint of fear flashed in Xu Chengzhi's eyes.

He stretched out his little hand tremblingly.

At this time, the palms of his hands were swollen and bulging.

"Uncle Xu, Junior Brother knows he's wrong, please forgive him!"

Zhang Daocheng, who was watching nearby, couldn't bear it and quickly pleaded for mercy.

Snapped!

Another heavy blow of the ruler came down, and Xu Chengzhi squatted on the ground in pain, covering his hands without saying a word, with big beads of cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

At this time, his palm was already bloody.

Seeing his son in so much pain, Xu Changshou felt distressed, but he also knew that only in this way could Xu Chengzhi become a successful person.

"stand up!"

Xu Changshou handed the ruler to Zhang Daocheng and started scolding him.

Xu Chengzhi wiped his tears and stood up silently.

"Come with me."

"Yes!"

Xu Changshou took Xu Chengzhi into Zhang Daocheng's study in the inner room.

After closing the door, only the father and son were left in the room.

Xu Changshou glanced at Xu Chengzhi and asked, "Do you know why I hit you?"

"I know, it's because the child didn't practice well." Xu Chengzhi lowered his head.

"Then do you know what the purpose of cultivation is?" Xu Changshou asked again.

"Well... the purpose of cultivation is to become a powerful immortal, like my father, admired by countless people." Xu Chengzhi thought for a while and said this.

Xu Changshou shook his head: "You're half right. I think that cultivation is for the pursuit of a longer lifespan.

Back then, my father was a cowherd. If he hadn't accidentally stumbled into the world of cultivating immortals, he would have been a pile of bones by now.

The biggest difference between immortal cultivators and mortals is lifespan.

The higher the level of cultivation, the longer the lifespan.

Mortals can only live for a few decades.

A Qi-refining cultivator can live for one hundred and fifty years.

A cultivator who has established his foundation can live for three hundred years.

A Jindan cultivator can live for five hundred years.

A Nascent Soul cultivator has a lifespan of a thousand years."

At this point, Xu Changshou paused. He said that longevity is important, but he also has his own selfish motives.

I just hope that my son can live longer so that I can spend more time with him.

He glanced at Xu Chengzhi and continued, "There are two major elements in cultivating immortality: resources and spiritual roots.

Your talent is not that good. In the Green Immortal Sect, spiritual roots like yours can only be considered mixed spiritual roots, and you can only be a menial disciple.

To put it bluntly, menial disciples are the sect's laborers. Over the past few hundred years, only a handful of menial disciples have been able to break through to the foundation-building stage."

"Is foundation building so difficult?"

"It's difficult, of course it's difficult, harder than climbing to the sky!"

"So, I don't have the chance to build a foundation." Xu Chengzhi frowned.

Xu Changshou shook his head: "No, you are different from ordinary servants. You have resources. As long as you practice diligently, I can turn you into a Golden Core cultivator even if I just pile up resources."

"Ok!"

Xu Chengzhi nodded slightly, scratched his head and promised: "I understand, I will practice hard."

Xu Changshou smiled and said, "That's more like it. The most important thing for you now is cultivation. There's an old saying in the world of immortal cultivation: 'Thirty is difficult, fifty is impossible.' Therefore, you must cultivate to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining before the age of thirty. You're already twelve years old, so you don't have much time left, so you must work hard."

Once the foundation is successfully established, one will have a lifespan of three hundred years."

"My son, remember this and I will work hard in the future." Xu Changshou said seriously.

Xu Changshou was very happy and patted Xu Chengzhi's head: "From today on, you must practice for five hours every day, otherwise you are not allowed to rest!"

With Xu Chengzhi's aptitude, if he practices for five hours every day and has an adequate supply of elixirs, he will be able to break through to the great perfection of Qi Refining at the age of twenty-five.

Then take the foundation-building pill, and building the foundation will not be a problem.

"Ah? Five hours..."

Xu Chengzhi's face wrinkled into a bitter melon when he heard this.

The effort in his eyes is different from the effort in Xu Changshou's eyes.

In Xu Changshou's view, except for eating and going to the toilet, one should practice as long as he is awake.

However, Xu Chengzhi felt that being able to sit still for two hours every day was already hard enough.

"What, is there a problem?"