Wet viviparity

Chapter 83: Goddess, "Magic" Cultivation
The so-called peaks embrace pavilions, and streams flow around pavilions.

Before reaching the Huoxu Cave, the pavilions and towers made Ji Ming feel the beauty of the fairyland scenery.

There was green grass in front of the gate, birds chirping and flowers blooming behind the building. Egrets lived among the weeping willows and mountain streams, like white jade embedded in an emerald belt; orioles flew hurriedly in the prosperous peach forest, like golden cotton floating in the crimson mist.

Although he should be happy to revisit an old place, Taoist Feihu still felt sad and praised: "This place is no less than the fairyland of Langyuan."

He practiced in seclusion in the small blessed land, but only cultivated to the third level, while his old friend had already reached the fourth level of Golden Elixir, so he had to respectfully call him senior in person.

Things in the world are impermanent, but nothing is more heartbreaking than things like this.

A huge crane landed in front of the pavilion, and a girl came flying in.

The girl was about 28 years old, wearing a blue and white skirt, a round-necked open-fronted shirt, revealing a white patch on her chest, and a brocade half-sleeve jacket on the outside, which covered a little more, making her look more charming and elegant.

A shawl swirls around the arm and floats behind, adding a sense of pure and ethereal flying.

"Goddess!"

Linggu said with her eyes wide open.

Ji Ming also looked at it for a long time before he came back to his senses.

To be honest, the woman’s appearance was not absolutely beautiful, but there was a calmness in her eyes and eyebrows, and her charming and elegant figure made her seem to exude magic.

Only at this moment did Ji Ming truly understand what Taoist Feihu meant. Just by seeing this woman, he knew that he was indeed at risk of losing his Yuanyang.

"Blessings and blessings are immeasurable."

Ji Ming chanted a Taoist name and never glanced at the "Goddess" again.

The "goddess" glanced at Ji Ming, then bowed to the old Taoist priest and said, "My master has received your letter and has prepared two quiet rooms upstairs.

My master is in the cave talking about the techniques of burning fire, refining medicine, and using the stove fan. Senior Fei Huzi, please wait for a moment."

"No!" Fei Huzi refused, "Since the master is busy with teaching, I won't bother you. I'll explain a few things to them and then go back to Gu He."

"Zhang Bao, Ling Gu."

Standing between the pavilions and waterside terraces, immersed in the endless fog, Linggu was obviously distracted.

"master!"

Ji Ming pulled Ling Gu who was distracted and shouted solemnly.

"Hmm!" Fei Huzi turned his back, holding up his dust tail, his eyes lingering on the fairyland scenery outside the Huoxu Cave, "Do you know why I don't go to see the master?"

"I'm afraid my heart will be unbalanced."

"It's really unbalanced. I just can't bear to see my old friend enjoying himself."

Fei Huzi was very calm, so calm that he used himself as a negative example.

"You see, I am already old and frail, and my life span is drawing to an end. Not to mention being better than this local master, even that Su Luozi is far inferior to me."

Ji Ming frowned and continued listening.

"To prevent you from indulging in pleasure, I still have to warn you." The old Taoist stroked his beard and said, "You know why Su Luozi was easily scared away by me on the day you were born."

Ji Ming sighed in his heart and thought to himself, "Didn't Su Luozi retreat on his own? How come you said that he was scared away by you?"

"Why?"

Ji Ming asked cooperatively, but he already had the answer in his mind.

Su Luozi has successfully extended his life and is about to refine a golden elixir. Naturally, he will not fight to the death with the Taoist Feihu who is about to die, so he chooses to use words instead of taking action.

"If you want to practice cultivation, enter the Daoist class, and pass the Daoist examination, you absolutely cannot avoid this step.

By then, I think Su Luozi will have established connections at Taiping Mountain and become an assessment official, waiting for you there."

"Master, you must have a way."

“Of course.” Taoist Fei Hu took out two small bags from his sleeves and said, “This is a storage bag with five pieces in it. You and Ling Gu each get one.

In these two bags, there are a copy of Controlling Crane Skill, a scroll of talismans, thirty-six sets of Dantou and Yusan, and so on.

Zhang Bao, remember this, a celestial being is easy to find, but if he turns into a drop of water and mixes into the river, how can you find him? ! "

"What do you mean?"

As soon as Ji Ming asked the question, the old Taoist flew onto the crane's back and flew away, saying, "This concealment method still needs to be understood by yourself, but if you want to solve it once and for all, you must pass the Taoist examination, receive the true method from Taiping Mountain, and cultivate to the fourth level of the Golden Elixir."

After the old Taoist left, Ji Ming was in a daze for a long time. The master's disciple came over at the right time and led the two of them to the quiet house on the attic.

The quiet house is located on the third floor. Leaning on the railing, you can have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery.

Linggu ran back and forth between the two quiet houses, comparing their furnishings and decorations, trying to choose the best one, but she couldn't tell which one was the best.

"Brother Bao, are we going to live separately?" After a long time, Ling Gu was worried again and said pitifully. Before Ji Ming could answer, the master's disciple, who looked like a fairy, pulled Ling Gu lovingly and whispered to her. It was unknown what they were saying, which made Ling Gu giggle.

"Brother Bao, I am going to live in the cave with Sister Tiannv, you stay here by yourself!"

The master's disciple smiled and pinched Linggu's little face, then looked at the unusually quiet boy beside the fence, and unconsciously restrained his smile.

"There are several monks living in Feibai Tower. They are all good friends of the master, or old disciples. They often practice in seclusion here. Please do not disturb them."

Ji Ming crossed his hands and put them in his sleeves as usual, and nodded, "Don't worry."

Ji Ming leaned on the railing again and watched the "goddess" holding Ling Gu and flying into the Huoxu Cave that was emitting red light.

He pulled out a palm from his sleeve. The six fingers on this palm were flexed and extended, each finger was clearly visible. Light penetrated into the flesh, and jade light could be seen flowing inside the finger bones.

"Who?"

Putting his hands into his sleeves, Ji Ming looked towards the stairs and asked.

Two boys came carefully, each holding a plate with tea cups, candied fruits, various fruit snacks, etc.

"The two children, Huamei and Yunlark, from Feibai Tower, have come to serve the immortal guest."

"If the Immortal needs anything, please let us know at any time."

Ji Ming put on a smiling face, picked up the teacup on the tray, took a sip, and the aroma of inspiration spread in his mouth, making his whole body feel relaxed.

"I'm new here and don't know the rules. If I'm inappropriate, I hope you can point it out."

Ji Ming spoke humbly, but he still held the teacup.

The aura he had cultivated over the years made the two boys feel suffocated and they did not dare to look down on the boy in front of them who was the same age as them.

"Don't dare!"

Among them, the alert Skylark Child said.

"I wonder when the master will call me to listen to his lecture?"

"There is one day in the middle of every month in the Huoxu Cave for preaching, usually on the twelfth day of the month. They mostly talk about the merits of the small and large Zhoutian, and occasionally some techniques of warding off evil spirits and praying for blessings." Yunque replied seriously.

"Yes! Yes!" Huamei nodded.

Ji Ming counted with his fingers in his sleeve. Today was the 12th. He would have missed the show in vain. His mood suddenly became much worse.

He waved his hand to send the two children away, and gave them some trivial instructions, such as not to disturb them if there is nothing to do, to knock on the door if there is something to do, and not to disturb them when they are practicing kung fu, etc.

In the quiet room, there is a screen, a bamboo bed behind the screen, and two sets of quilts.

Outside the screen, there is a cushion used for practicing the small and large Zhoutian exercises. In front of the cushion is an incense burner with lingering fragrance, adding a sense of Zen.

There are three paintings hanging on the middle wall. There is nothing else on the paintings except white, purple and yellow.

Ji Ming took a few steps forward and bowed towards the three paintings, muttering to himself, "I hope for the blessings of the three days to help me reach the top of the world and obtain the fruit of the Earthly Immortal.

If you feel that your disciple is really greedy, it would be good for him to become a Jindan Zhenren. "

Three weeks later, Ji Ming took out a dose of Yu San from his five-sided bag, opened the outer paper package, mixed it with tea, and drank it with water.

Ji Ming was seen leaping into the air and turning around, with one foot firmly planted and the other foot bent. This was the "standing form" in the skill of controlling the crane.

Then the arms spread out, flapping up and down like a crane; the flapping of the arms is not fast, but coordinated with the rhythmic breathing, creating a kind of charm.

This is the second form, the "expanded form".

The large amount of spiritual energy extracted from the feather powder after drinking the water continued to strengthen the body.

Because he often drank the spiritual water from the Luoxi blessed land, the spiritual energy accumulated in his body was also stimulated, constantly nourishing his body.

The so-called secret skill of gathering energy and activating spiritual inspiration should be practiced here.

In just a moment, he succeeded in standing and unfolding the two forms, which indicated that he had made some progress in controlling the crane. However, Ji Ming was not satisfied with this.

"The third form, Songhe."

Ji Ming pressed his upper body forward, his chest almost touching the floor, his face flushed red, his arms folded back and waving up and down like a falcon flying close to the ground.

In the lower abdomen, the beating sensation became stronger and stronger, and strands of essence were drawn out from it.

The evil spirit in Yu San was discharged from the pores all over the body mixed with sweat, and spontaneously converged at one place outside the body, like auspicious clouds, and was inhaled into Ji Ming's mouth and nose.

"Ah~"

Suddenly there was a strange noise outside the window. Ji Ming's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He slapped out with one palm, and a strong wind suddenly arose in the house and blew towards the window.

The palm of the hand pulled violently, and the energy generated by the punch swept the "thief" outside the window, broke the window, and pulled him in.

(End of this chapter)