Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 61 Professor Yang

The sky is shattered with golden scales, their golden and red hues dividing the sky into different colors.

A red jade mountain serves as a backdrop, where a young man dances with a sword in hand.

More than half a week has passed, and there has been no further activity at the Tomb of a Hundred Kings.

Li Qingfeng was also happy to have some free time, with plenty of time to cultivate.

Fortunately, I have nearly ten years of experience and have read many Taoist scriptures. Although the "breathing method" is difficult, I have now mastered it.

Now he can meditate and practice swordsmanship, and even while walking or lying down, he can circulate his cultivation techniques.

And through these days of hard work, his cultivation level naturally reached the "early stage of the fourth level of Qi Refining".

(Lu Gu; 6.5 drops of blood, three hearts)

However, after the initial rapid progress, the efficiency of cultivation is now getting lower and lower.

However, Li Qingfeng was not in a hurry.

During those ten years on the mountain, the greatest thing he honed was patience and perseverance.

As the saying goes, every sip and every bite is predetermined, and spiritual practice cannot be forced.

As time passed, the figures who had been moving back and forth finished their battles, sheathed their swords, and put their righteous swords back into their sheaths.

During this period of cultivation, there was no longer a need to maintain meditation, so I began to try practicing sword techniques while simultaneously circulating my internal energy.

The effect was remarkable; Li Qingfeng felt that his moves had improved even further.

However, I haven't been cultivating all day long during this period, and I still remember what my master said about not being too hasty.

Therefore, Li Qingfeng would also lead his squad of police officers to patrol the streets every day, cleaning up local thugs and petty thieves.

In an instant, all the idle people who used to roam the streets and alleys disappeared.

However, the nearby detention centers were full.

In addition, there are patrol duties issued by the Special Operations Bureau, which frequently go to the Hundred Kings Tomb defense zone to survey the situation and prevent the zombies from gathering again and attacking the defense line.

Although nothing major happened these past few days, it was still quite fulfilling.

Thinking this, Li Qingfeng walked down from the rooftop and found someone to build a wooden stake.

He was now on the roof of a building.

This is a great spot that Li Qingfeng discovered a few days ago.

Although the city has changed a lot and become much more prosperous, the air is also extremely polluted.

I was surprised to find such a wide open space on the top of this tall building. Because of the strong wind at this height, the air was much better.

Having spent so many years cultivating in seclusion on the mountain, Li Qingfeng had long since become accustomed to the unobstructed view and the unhindered scenery.

After spending a few days in the cramped high-rise building, I felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Fortunately, I found a great place and went there to collect a year's salary.

Tan Hui was happy to agree and readily approved a large sum of money.

Li Qingfeng then rented the top-floor attic and the rooftop.

They also found some craftsmen to build and construct some wooden pillars for meditation pavilions.

The entire rooftop of the building was transformed into a meditation space, and the overall decoration was in an antique style.

At first glance, it does bear a striking resemblance to the interior design of the Worldly Temple.

He stepped off the wooden stake, walked past a weapons rack and puppets, and arrived at a small wooden pavilion.

There was a small table in the courtyard, and next to the table was a charcoal stove where tea was being brewed.

Meanwhile, a young man dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe was idly picking at tea leaves on a low table.

It was none other than Yang Ping, whom I hadn't seen for several days.

Li Qingfeng didn't say much, and sat cross-legged in front of the low table.

I picked up the teapot, whose lid was churning open, and poured a cup for myself and the person opposite me.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, you should also be more diligent." Holding his teacup, he took a small sip, his brows furrowed with helplessness as he looked at Yang Ping, who appeared dejected and bored.

The words fell.

Yang Ping's expression didn't change, clearly indicating that this wasn't the first time he'd heard this.

They had a "what's the worst that can happen?" attitude.

“Fellow Daoist Li, as you know, our two lineages are different. My cultivation is more like relying on external forces.”

"I haven't been slacking off, but no matter how I cultivate, I can't seem to improve. According to the annotations in Master's copy, it should be because my merits are insufficient..."

At this point, Yang Ping couldn't help but sigh, and with a look of utter dejection, he picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"If I want to accumulate merit, I have to subdue demons and monsters, but where are there so many ghosts and monsters for me to subdue these days? Unless I plunge headfirst into the Tomb of a Hundred Kings, but that would probably be no different from delivering food to someone."

Hearing his disheartened words, Li Qingfeng didn't criticize him any further.

And that is indeed as he said.

When Yang Ping first approached him and proposed to cultivate together, he worked exceptionally hard in the early stages.

No matter how much one cultivates, the increase in magical power is as slow as a tortoise's pace.

It was only after repeatedly studying the annotations of that exercise manual that I finally understood what was going on.

The two cultivated in vastly different ways.

If Li Qingfeng's cultivation is about returning great power to himself, then it is about cultivating both body and mind.

Yang Ping was using external things to perform meritorious deeds.

According to the description of the practice, one needs to do good deeds and accumulate merit by subduing ghosts and monsters.

Only through accumulating merit can one cultivate magical power, such as drawing talismans or using magical implements.

With Yang Ping's current magical power, he can only draw one basic talisman per day, and then he will fall into a state of exhaustion of magical power for a whole day.

It's not that the other party didn't try hard enough; it's just that the overall environment was unfavorable.

There's really no way to force it.

"Very well, Fellow Daoist Yang is now limited by the laws of heaven and earth. Since you cannot improve your magical power, then you should do your best to teach your team members about ghosts and monsters."

"As the power of heaven and earth returns further, ghosts and monsters will inevitably appear frequently. These taboos against gods and ghosts will surely save countless ordinary people, which would be a great act of merit..."

And then I heard the other person's last sentence.

Yang Ping's previously somber expression brightened, his eyes sparkling. Although cultivation was tedious, he was extremely interested in ghost and monster legends.

After handing over some ghost knowledge from his ghost-hunting notes to the Special Operations Bureau.

After some discussion, they decided to invite Yang Ping to give a lecture to the bureau's members.

It explains some taboos and weaknesses of the ghosts and monsters in the book, as well as methods of avoidance.

Yang Ping was also very interested in these strange and unpredictable legends.

I specially reorganized the manuscript left by Master Xiong, and put those overly literary and pretentious words into a more modern text format.

However, due to its outstanding effects.

The last experimental popularization class has now become a weekly knowledge lecture series for the Special Operations Bureau.

Yang Ping was promoted from an ordinary team member to a lecturer in the Department of Ghosts and Monsters.

It can be considered a successful comeback.

Upon hearing Li Qingfeng talk about a topic he was good at, he quickly pulled out a notebook with a yellow cover from his pocket.

Once unfolded, it is filled with detailed records of various folk tales, which are combined with the records in the manuscript to form a comprehensive information.

"Fellow Daoist Li, look at this! I've compiled a list of more mountain spirits and monsters. It turns out fox spirits really do exist! And look at this! It's said that a weasel is asking for an official title..."

Yang Ping pointed to the contents of the book while explaining them to everyone beside him.

Li Qingfeng didn't find it noisy; he just nodded in response from time to time and occasionally took a sip of tea.

(End of this chapter)