Chapter 1 Gu Qingyuan

In a valley, there are a few thatched houses scattered around, which looks very desolate.

"Lazy dogs, get up, how long are you going to sleep?" Suddenly someone shouted in the open space in front of the thatched hut.

Hearing the sound, a boy of about sixteen or seventeen opened his eyes from a large bunk bed made of hard beds put together. As his "brothers" who were sleeping on the same bunk came out one after another, a group of about ten people gathered in the open space.

A group of teenagers, the youngest being eleven or twelve, the oldest being seventeen or eighteen, were full of energy and were pushing and shoving each other.

The person shouting was a big man with a sturdy build. He had one foot on a large rock in the open space and a knife stuck next to him.

"Little bastards, my last name is Zhao, you can call me Instructor Zhao." Seeing a group of ragged teenagers gathering around, the big man shouted, "Since your parents have sold you to the Holy Church, then you little bastards are members of the Holy Church when you live, and ghosts of the Holy Church when you die."

After Instructor Zhao finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and two people came out from the room behind him, each carrying a large basket. The weight of nearly 100 kilograms was effortlessly lifted by both of them.

bang bang
The baskets fell on the open space in front of the teenagers. One basket contained black, unleavened steamed buns, and the other contained gray, dried meat, which were piled high.

Looking at the basket, the young men got excited. They had been traveling all the way since yesterday afternoon and had mixed some rice soup at night and stayed up all night. Their stomachs were empty at that time and rumbling sounds were heard. Gu Qingyuan also felt the hunger rising in his stomach.

Gu Qingyuan is not from this world, but an ordinary person on Blue Star in his previous life. He was selecting a character card while playing a game when his eyes went dark and when he opened his eyes again he was already here.

In this life, his parents died early and he was about to die. Just then, the leader of the Demon Sect's branch came to the village to recruit medicine boys. He gritted his teeth, sold himself, and followed the Demon Sect's people up the mountain.

Just last night, outsider Gu Qingyuan came online.

The Demon Sect? People with this name are probably not good people. They have taken in so many medicine boys...

While Gu Qingyuan was thinking, Instructor Zhao picked up a steamed bun from the basket, handed it to a thin boy, and said, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

The young man had unkempt hair and a dirty face. When he smiled, his facial bones were visible. Looking at the steamed buns in front of him, he swallowed his saliva and said, "I want to eat it."

Teacher Zhao looked at him with a smile, and dropped the steamed bun in his hand into the boy's arms, "Eat it if you want."

Instructor Zhao looked at the others and said, "Since you have joined the Holy Church, you are one of us. You can make whatever steamed buns you want. Not only will you have steamed buns, you will also have meat to eat. The Holy Church has no shortage of hungry soldiers. I will teach you the Holy Church's magical skills later. You must study hard. If anyone learns quickly and well, I promise that you will have meat to eat, wine to drink, and women to touch every day."

A group of half-grown teenagers from the mountain village, who can barely recognize a few words, have no idea about ambitions, fame, wealth and power. On the contrary, the women who love wine and meat can understand.

After saying this, Instructor Zhao waved his hand and ordered his men to carry baskets to distribute steamed buns and dried meat.

A group of people's eyes followed the basket, and Instructor Zhao also stared at the teenagers as if they were lambs.

Gu Qingyuan mingled in the crowd, trying to get a few more steamed buns and dried meat, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

Whether it is the Holy Church or the Demonic Sect, there is no free lunch.

Medicine boy, magical power, is it used as a method of collecting and replenishing or as cannon fodder? Gu Qingyuan is naturally not as blind as other teenagers, this routine is too familiar.

Unfortunately, this body has been hungry for a long time and its energy has been completely drained. It is not even as good as an ordinary person. He can only wait and see and then find another opportunity to escape.

Gu Qingyuan was chewing on a dry and hard steamed bun, with dried meat hidden in his arms, thinking silently in his heart.

You definitely can't stay. How many people would have a good end if they followed the evil cult?
Gu Qingyuan doesn't really think that all the righteous are hypocritical, sweet-mouthed and treacherous, and that all the evil are righteous and straightforward. This is not a vernacular novel, and the so-called Liangshan heroes have to rely on robbing to make a living.

After the meal, Zhao handed out booklets to the students. "This booklet is the basic mental method, called Xiantian Gong. You should use it as a foundation first. When you are good at it, I will teach you the Blood Evil Gong. It doesn't matter if you can't read. I will explain it to you. There are also supporting moves and routines, and techniques for using energy. I, Zhao, will explain everything to you."

There are two booklets, one on Xiantian Gong and the other on Xuesha Gong.

Fortunately, Gu Qingyuan could recognize the words. He quickly flipped through the two booklets, and after thinking about it, he found something wrong.

According to the booklet, Xiantian Gong is moderate and peaceful, very inclusive and the most suitable foundation. The problem lies with Xuesha Gong.

Blood Evil Skill emphasizes that blood is the source of human beings. After entering the art, the running of true qi drives the circulation of qi and blood, forcibly squeezing the flesh, which can easily dry up qi and blood, and lead to the devil's possession, and then the result is fast. One year of practice is equivalent to three years of sitting and practicing luck, and one year of life is equivalent to three years. With the foundation of "Xiantian Gong", and then turning to "Blood Evil Skill", this "Blood Evil Skill" should be a branch of some advanced skills. After people have cultivated it, they use methods such as the power absorption method to collect and replenish. The truth is exposed, and they bully these young people for being ignorant.

Medicine boy, medicine boy, use people as medicine. It is true that like cures like. To become a superior person, you still have to eat people. This demon sect is really not a kind one. Gu Qingyuan couldn't help but be a little shocked.

But why can I understand it?

Looking at the other teenagers around him who were looking at the booklet and exuding a sense of stupidity, Gu Qingyuan couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Suddenly, Gu Qingyuan thought of the character card of the car he traveled through time.

That character card is from a management game, and each character card has two talents.

I remember that character card had an extremely high level of comprehension, and another talent was picking up, Gu Qingyuan recalled.

The ultimate comprehension in the game manifests itself as more training experience and faster upgrades, while picking up means that you can pick up some random resources while idle. Gu Qingyuan went for the picking up talent in the first place.

Could it be that I inherited those two talents? Then what am I, a character card expert?
Before Gu Qingyuan could think more, Instructor Zhao had already started explaining.

Seeing Instructor Zhao analyzing every word, Gu Qingyuan quickly focused his attention and listened.

"The first step of the exercise is to capture the feeling of Qi. Only after capturing the feeling of Qi can we proceed to the next step, moving the meridians..."

Teacher Zhao should have some experience and be able to explain things in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

The voice of the explanation echoed in his ears. Gu Qingyuan sat cross-legged, and almost at the first moment of meditation, he caught the sense of Qi, as if there were little mice running around in his body. His mind moved slightly, and he guided the Qi to move according to the method in the booklet. After one circle, a trace of true Qi condensed out.

Sure enough, my understanding has improved.

Gu Qingyuan's family knew about his family's affairs. He was just an ordinary person in his previous life. Not to mention the sense of Qi, he couldn't even understand the 24-step Tai Chi in physical education class.

This should be my golden finger, but I don't know how to reflect the talent of picking up. Could it be a resource dropped from the sky? Gu Qingyuan suppressed his excitement and thought of his own situation. He couldn't help but concentrate and focus more on his luck.

The identity of the medicine boy is a big bomb after all, and no one knows when it will explode. This "Xiantian Gong" may be able to provide a glimmer of hope.

Gu Qingyuan's mind was full of thoughts and his internal energy was flowing.

After a while, a breath of air emanated from Gu Qingyuan's body.

"Huh?" Instructor Zhao seemed to sense something. He glanced around and his eyes wandered and finally fell on Gu Qingyuan who was in meditation.

This kid, has he already gotten started? Instructor Zhao thought, stroking his stubble.

Although this medicine boy is only the reserve food for the masters of the headquarters, there are good and bad food. If this boy can produce good bamboo shoots, it will be a great achievement if he is cultivated well...

After completing one cycle of Qi circulation, Gu Qingyuan opened his eyes and looked at Instructor Zhao, who had a lustful look on his face and was wondering what he was thinking, and pretended to be ignorant.

It seems that the intentional leak of aura just now has attracted his attention. Gu Qingyuan's mind was flowing. He had already figured it out. If he delayed, something would happen. Now he had to make mastering the power his top priority. It was worth it to show his qualifications in exchange for some resources.

Even when picking fruits, as long as you are not a short-sighted person, you will wait until the fruits are bigger before picking them in order to maximize the benefits. The time difference in between is the breathing space that Gu Qingyuan has bought for himself.

All kinds of thoughts flowed through his mind, and Gu Qingyuan looked towards Teacher Zhao.

"Teach."

A huge smile appeared on his face, one that was innocent yet a little silly.

Like an ignorant boy from the mountain village.

(End of this chapter)