C2 basic training

"Young master, you're here." An old man from the kitchen smiled as he looked at Ye Qiu. Ye Qiu seemed to be very familiar with the old man, and anxiously said: "Lao Fan, is there anything to eat? I'm starving. "

"Yes, I saw that you didn't come in the afternoon, so I left it for you. Take it." Lao Fan quickly took out two dishes from a cupboard and gave Ye Qiu a bowl of rice.

There was a small table in the corner of the kitchen with some miscellaneous items on it. However, it had already become Ye Qiu's personal table. Ye Qiu took the food from Lao Fan's hands and placed it on the table, then sat down and started to eat.

was dumbstruck. Normally, although this young master would not eat at noon, he would definitely not wolf down his food like he did today. A bowl of rice was quickly finished off by Ye Qiu. Ye Qiu brought the bowl over to Lao Fan, and said while beaming: "Give me another bowl."

Fortunately, all the servants in the kitchen had left. Otherwise, the news of the young master becoming a rice bucket would spread around in the prince's mansion again tomorrow.

Lao Fan took Ye Qiu's bowl, swiftly scooped a bowl of rice and placed it on Ye Qiu's table, then sat beside Ye Qiu and asked: "Young Master, why have you eaten so much today? "You can't even finish a bowl of rice like this?"

Ye Qiu was startled, he could not possibly say that he had overused his strength from cultivating the martial arts, right? No one would believe him when he said it, even though Lao Fan had the best relationship with him other than the little girl.

"Hehe, growing up is very normal. Hmm, and reading is too much of a bother, so I'm easily hungry. Help me prepare more food in the future." Ye Qiu started spouting nonsense, but the last sentence was what he wanted to say.

Ye Qiu ate three consecutive bowls of rice before stopping. He rubbed his stomach that was already full and burped, then laughed: "Lao Fan, today's dishes are the best day for me to eat!" After Ye Qiu finished speaking, he walked out of the kitchen and went to his own study.

Lao Fan looked at Ye Qiu's back with suspicion and muttered, "Could it be that my culinary arts have increased greatly recently?" Lao Fan picked up a pair of chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat from the bowl that Ye Qiu had eaten before. After carefully tasting it, his eyes widened as he asked in shock: Could it be that the more salted the dish, the better?

Ye Qiu seemed to have heard Lao Fan's voice and immediately laughed out loud. He understood why, as sweat flowed profusely, he would naturally eat a little salty.

Ye Qiu returned to his room in a hurry and did not cultivate. Instead, he picked up the brush and began to scribble on the paper. Ye Qiu calculated his own strength in his heart. He wanted to create a cultivation plan for himself, he could not cultivate blindly, if not his body would not be able to withstand such a high level of cultivation.

Cultivation was not something that could be completed in a day. There had to be a time, a process, Ye Qiu understood this in his heart. Ye Qiu set up a cultivation plan for himself. Each time, he would do ten push-ups, ten sit-ups, and after two minutes of horse stance cultivation, he would recover his energy by cultivating the Shennong.

Based on his improvement in strength, he could slowly increase the difficulty of his cultivation.

Ye Qiu looked at the training table in his hands and laughed in satisfaction. Then, he crumpled the training table into a ball and threw it into the trash can. It would be useless even if he wrote ten cultivation tables. The reason why Ye Qiu wrote a table out was only to let his own thoughts become clearer.

Ye Qiu sat on the bed and looked out the window at the moon that was emitting a white light. He thought to himself, "I hope that one day, I will be able to fly in the sky with my own strength. Let them see, I am not trash, but a strong person!"

After that, Ye Qiu laughed bitterly, flying in the sky, was easier said than done! At least the entire continent knew that only a few Sky Realm masters could fly.

Battle qi was divided into four ranks: bronze warrior, Silver Dou Shi, Golden Arena, and Heaven Stage.

No matter what type of qi you train in on this continent, no matter what kind of qi you use, bronze warrior's power will always be green, the Silver Dou Shi's power will always be silver, the Golden Arena's power will always be gold, and the Heaven Ranked will always be cream.

Although they were only at the fourth stage, there were only a few Heaven Ranked Rankers. There were about a hundred people in the Golden Arena, but there were not many of them, and there were around seven to eight billion people in the Bright Moon Continent. With such a huge population, there were only a few experts, which meant that becoming an expert was extremely difficult.

When Ye Qiu thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh. Right now, he didn't even have the strength of the bronze warrior, he was just fantasizing about becoming a heaven class expert.

Ye Qiu sat on the bed with his legs crossed, and began cultivating the Shennong. With his experience from yesterday, he quickly entered into the state of cultivation.

Ye Qiu's mind was blank, he did not have any distracting thoughts, he could feel that faintly discernible chill in his mind, and kept on circulating his mental cultivation method slowly.

It was unknown when Ye Qiu had entered the state of forgetfulness, but his mind was already wandering around.

Ye Qiu, who was diligent in his training every day, did not realize that Ye Xue had not come to visit his ever since he had started flying kites nor did he try to pester her to tell his a story.

Repeated everyday, heavy and dry cultivation, Ye Qiu did not give up. Instead, he advanced towards his goal, step by step.

"Let's see if we can do fifty push-ups, fifty sit-ups, and ten minutes' worth of fabric at a time today." Ye Qiu thought.

In this not very spacious room, Ye Qiu had already cultivated for more than two months. His body was much stronger than before and his height had grown by a lot as well, to the point that he looked like a child that was around ten years old.

Just as his chest was about to touch the ground, he suddenly stretched out both of his hands, placed them on the ground and began to do the push-ups that he was already very familiar with.

"One, two, three," Ye Qiu muttered in his heart. His body quickly straightened and he bent down, his arm not shaking the slightest because of his quick movements. It could be seen that the strength of Ye Qiu's arm had increased greatly.

By the time Ye Qiu had reached forty-seven, his arms were already numb and his forehead was covered in a layer of sweat. Gritting his teeth and biting his lips, he silently shouted in his heart: "Just three more, you must persevere, persevere!"

"One!" When Ye Qiu had reached the forty-ninth pushover, the veins on his neck faintly popped out as he let out a loud roar. After completing the last action, Ye Qiu no longer had any strength left. Lying on the ground, he breathed in deeply, with a smile in his eyes, because he had succeeded!