Douluo: When the piano sounds, the hidden weapon returns to the factory

Chapter 27 Xuan Tian Gong

Tang San sighed inwardly. Just as Feng Yao had said, the matter was now done, and there was no point in saying more. Given his current stage of cultivation, it was indeed inappropriate to rashly change the direction of his practice.

"Don't worry, Mr. Tang." Feng Yao's fingertips gently plucked the strings of the zither, his voice soothing. "From his perspective, the development path the master has planned for you is perfect—it not only makes up for the Blue Silver Grass's initial lack of attack power, but also complements the hidden weapons." Feng Yao smiled slightly and continued, "There are very few people of the same level who can defeat Mr. Tang. I'm afraid that even Mr. Dai, whose spirit power is several levels higher than yours, is no match for you."

Feng Yao's words were like a gentle spring breeze, gradually relaxing Tang San's frown. Thinking carefully, if it weren't for an anomaly like Feng Yao, his strength would have been unmatched among his peers.

"Okay, classmate Tang, let's start." Feng Yao gestured gently, his fingertips lightly stroking the strings.

Tang San understood and sat cross-legged, slowly turning on the Xuantian Gong. Although his injuries had not healed and he could not use his full strength, the basic breathing exercises were no longer a problem.

Feng Yao watched the meditative Tang San, the corners of his lips curling slightly. He turned his wrist lightly, and a clear zither sound spread out, and invisible spiritual fluctuations followed.

As Feng Yao closed his eyes and immersed himself in the thought, a hazy figure suddenly emerged in his sea of ​​consciousness. Although the figure was only an outline, a hint of spiritual light flowed along a mysterious trajectory like stars, like the sun and the moon pushing each other, and the rotation of yin and yang.

"Is this the Xuantian Gong?" Feng Yao sighed in his heart, "It is indeed in line with the Way of Heaven, worthy of being the true Taoist teaching. I just don't know why it fell into the hands of the Tang Sect."

The music from Feng Yao's fingertips gradually grew ethereal. He immersed himself in his sea of ​​consciousness, gazing at the mysterious figure. As the music flowed, he unconsciously began to imitate the figure's aura, and the flow of his soul power also quietly changed accordingly.

"I see……"

Feng Yao's heart was filled with enlightenment, and the music of the zither at his fingertips gradually slowed down. He quietly guided his own soul power to follow the trajectory of the spiritual light in Tang San's body. At first, the meridians were blocked and difficult to flow, but as time went on, his soul power began to adjust its circulation path on its own, and the flow became more and more smooth.

"This is..." Feng Yao suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Tang San, who was still cultivating, in doubt. After confirming that the other party had not noticed, he felt relieved - just now, using the sound of the zither as a medium and his mental power as a guide, he actually activated his own soul power to operate autonomously while observing the Xuantian Gong.

At this moment, the two of them were like the Yin and Yang Pisces: Tang San focused on practicing the Xuan Tian Gong, while Feng Yao used the sound of the piano as a bridge, and his mental power and soul power resonated and tuned accordingly.

"Could this be the dual cultivation method that Taoists talk about?" Feng Yao's heart was filled with turmoil. He had only wanted to understand the principles of Xuantian Gong, but he had accidentally stumbled upon an alternative use of this technique.

What shocked him even more was that after only one week of soul power circulation, he felt unprecedented changes - his soul power became more condensed and pure, and even his mental power underwent a subtle transformation.

Seeing this, Feng Yao didn't dare to continue rashly and immediately gathered his mind. He held his breath and concentrated, meticulously recording the mysterious trajectory of the spiritual light flowing within the shadow, as if copying an ancient music score, in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

The melody from Feng Yao's fingertips gradually slowed, ending quietly like the gurgling of a stream. He slowly exhaled, his eyes gathering a sharp glint as he absorbed all his recent insights.

Tang San also happened to finish his training at this time, and looked at Feng Yao with some doubt: "Classmate Feng's piano music just now..."

"Just some insights from my practice." Feng Yao calmly put away his guqin, a faint smile on his face. "How do you feel, Mr. Tang? Any new insights?"

Tang San frowned slightly and said hesitantly: "Mr. Feng's piano skills do have a calming effect, but it doesn't seem to be anything special."

Feng Yao chuckled at this, "Mr. Tang, do you think I'm hiding something?" He stroked the strings with his fingertips. The piece, "Yangchun Baixue," was exactly the same as when he played it in Notting Hill.

"But back then..." Tang San's eyes showed confusion, "I clearly felt the vitality of all things reviving, and my soul power even broke through the twelfth level in one fell swoop."

"I see." Feng Yao suddenly realized, "No wonder the master made such a special request. Mr. Tang, think about it carefully. If my music really has such miraculous effects, why would I need to practice so hard all day long?"

Tang San still did not give up: "What about Feng's innate fourth-level spirit power?"

"I'm sorry I can't explain the reason," Feng Yao interrupted, "but if zither music could truly help people achieve breakthroughs, then why would my classmates need to practice? Wouldn't it be more pleasant to listen to music every day?"

Seeing Tang San was lost in thought, Feng Yao continued, "I do have an explanation. I wonder if Mr. Tang would like to hear it?"

"please say."

"When classmate Tang achieved a breakthrough that day, was he in a meditative state?"

"Exactly."

Feng Yao gently plucked the strings with his fingertips. "The sound of the zither is most evocative of emotions. Perhaps it was the right time and place that day, and my music resonated perfectly with Tang's state of mind, making this a natural outcome. But now, Tang's mind is restless, his thoughts focused on my music, and he's completely forgotten that the essence of meditation is to comprehend his own martial spirit."

Tang San fell into deep thought upon hearing this. The Xuan Tian Gong he practiced was very different from ordinary meditation—it focused on breathing, guiding soul power along specific meridians, thereby drawing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body. This method of cultivation was indeed more susceptible to external rhythms.

Seeing that Tang San seemed to have realized something, Feng Yao smiled and said, "It seems that Brother Tang has attained Samadhi. If there is nothing else, I will continue to practice." After saying that, his fingertips lightly stroked the strings of the zither, and he gradually got into the groove.

Looking at Feng Yao's completely oblivious state, Tang San was in a trance. The fact that the other party was practicing in front of him without any precautions actually made his doubts gradually disappear.

Tang San simply stood there and watched. Gradually, he became aware of a unique rhythm lingering around Feng Yao, as if in harmony with the breath of heaven and earth. Recalling the scene of his breakthrough that year, a flash of enlightenment suddenly flashed in Tang San's eyes:
"I see! His consummate qin playing easily affects the environment. Under certain circumstances, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is stimulated, indirectly helping me absorb energy better. So, he really wasn't lying."

"But how did he cultivate from the fourth level of innateness to his current realm?" This question once again surfaced in Tang San's mind. He looked with complicated eyes at Feng Yao who was immersed in the sound of the piano not far away.

After pondering for a long time, Tang San couldn't help but let out a wry smile. In the spirit master theory he knew, cultivating a level 4 innate spirit power to level 34 at this age was practically a fantasy. But Feng Yao before him had truly broken this iron rule.

"Even if I teach Xuantian Gong to a child of the fourth level of Xiantian, his cultivation speed will never surpass mine," Tang San thought to himself.

At this moment, Feng Yao's previous words suddenly echoed in his mind: "Brother Tang is currently restless and overly focused on the sound of the zither. He has forgotten that the true meaning of meditation is to comprehend the essence of the martial soul."

"Yes." Tang San suddenly realized, "Why should I be so obsessed with this?" He looked towards the sky, "Mysterious Heavenly Art is enough for me to reach the pinnacle of this world." "However," a gleam in his eyes flashed, "I should still report this matter to the teacher. Perhaps I can comprehend new theories from it."

Thinking of this, Tang San didn't stop, turning and walking towards the dormitory. The sunlight stretched his shadow very long, but the previous confusion was gone. However, Tang San didn't notice that after he turned and left, Feng Yao's lips curled up into a meaningful smile.

Dusk gradually deepened in Tang San's dormitory.

While eating the food Yu Xiaogang had brought, Tang San recounted in detail the gains he had made from today's exchange with Feng Yao. When mentioning the breakthrough, Yu Xiaogang's chopsticks suddenly paused, a rare look of surprise emerging on his usually calm face.

After Tang San had explained Feng Yao's explanation in detail, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and said seriously: "Teacher, I think what Feng Yao said is true. If his music can really help people break through, why would the Royal Fighting Team let him practice alone?"

Yu Xiaogang frowned deeply, his fingers tapping the table unconsciously: "In your opinion..." He looked at Tang San with a sharp gaze, "where did his cultivation come from?"

Tang San pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "This is exactly what I am puzzled about."

A trace of barely perceptible loneliness and jealousy flashed across Yu Xiaogang's cloudy eyes. He sighed softly and patted Tang San's shoulder: "Forget it, let's put this matter aside for now. Your injuries haven't healed yet, so you'd better rest well."

"Thank you for your concern, Teacher." Tang San felt warm in his heart, and his voice softened unconsciously.

Elsewhere, Feng Yao sat alone in the quiet room, eyes closed, concentrating, slowly circulating his soul power according to the Xuan Tian Gong mental method he remembered. As a small Zhou Tian was completed, he imitated Tang San's breathing rhythm, but his brows gradually furrowed - the effect of this Xuan Tian Gong was far less than expected, only slightly faster than meditation.

"The sound of the zither cleanses my marrow, and the immortal essence strengthens my bones. My physique is now completely different from what it was before. My aptitude is naturally far superior to before." Feng Yao condensed a wisp of soul power at his fingertips. The unique method and route of this soul power's circulation can still be absorbed. I can try to integrate the cultivation of internal skills into my own training."

With this thought in mind, Feng Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly closed them. The spirit power within him flowed like a stream along the meridians of the Xuantian Gong, and three spirit rings loomed around him. The moment he tried to open his eyes, his breathing suddenly hitched, and the previously docile spirit power suddenly rushed through his meridians like a wild horse.

"Ahem." He quickly calmed his mind, and after his spirit power had calmed down, he smiled bitterly, "Such a common action as opening my eyes can actually disrupt the circulation of my internal energy. It seems that in order to maintain the technique with ease, I must practice breathing, spirit power, and instinctive reactions until they are seamlessly integrated."

Feng Yao looked at the swaying tree shadows outside the window, "Since there is no simulated environment here, I will use these few days to try and see if I can keep the Xuantian Gong running continuously in my body under normal circumstances." His eyes gradually darkened, and the soul power in his body began to flow again like a spring stream breaking through the ice. The trajectory of the Xuantian Gong lit up a faint light in his meridians. He deliberately maintained a slow breathing rhythm, and even deliberately controlled the amplitude of his clothes fluttering when he took a step to the minimum.

At this moment, Feng Yao’s idea is to integrate cultivation into his life, so that eventually, walking, sitting, and lying down will all become cultivation.

At dawn the next day, the morning mist had not yet dissipated.

Feng Yao walked along the bluestone pavement to the cafeteria, his posture slightly stiff. Each step he took seemed measured and precise, even the sway of his clothes was carefully controlled to a minimum.

Zhu Zhuqing walked in through the morning dew, the young man's unnatural figure reflected in her cat-like pupils. "Good morning." Her cold voice startled a drop of dew from under the eaves.

"Good morning," Feng Yao responded reflexively, but before he could finish his words, he suddenly froze. The soul energy circulation he'd barely maintained within him collapsed due to the interruption of his breathing. Feng Yao couldn't help but clutch his hair, his face thick with regret.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flickered slightly, and her cold voice carried a hint of concern: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Feng Yao's fingertips gently stroked the jade pendant on his waist, and he smiled bitterly and adjusted his breathing. "I'm just thinking about a small problem in cultivation."

Zhu Zhuqing's cat ears twitched slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in her cold eyes: "With your attainments in piano playing, you're actually troubled by your cultivation?"

"What do you think?" Feng Yao suddenly raised his eyes, the morning light flickering in his eyes. "Can cultivation be integrated into daily life like breathing?"

"Heh." Zhu Zhuqing raised the corners of her lips slightly, her tail drawing an elegant arc behind her. "You sound like those dandy boys who dream of becoming stronger just by lying down all day."

Feng Yao was startled when he heard this, then laughed. "That makes sense." He watched the girl's back as she left, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the strings. The chaotic spirit power in his body gradually calmed down.

"Perhaps this kind of training method can only be done by the people of the Body Sect ten thousand years from now. Because of their martial souls, they can perfectly control their bodies. For a Soul Master like me, I may be able to control it for a while, but it is absolutely impossible not to affect my normal life. I can't lose sight of one while focusing on the other. The training during the day must be separated from the training at night." Feng Yao said secretly in his heart.

Feng Yao looked at the figure in the morning light and said silently in his heart: "Thank you. You made me understand something."

The seven days of communication flew by, and before the morning mist had cleared, the Royal Fighting Team was already gearing up in front of the Shrek Academy gates, ready to go. Yu Tianheng stood at the front, while Feng Yao, holding "Fuxi," stood at the end of the team, his gaze sweeping over the Shrek members who had come to bid farewell.

"I have benefited a lot from this exchange." Qin Ming, the team leader, saluted Flanders and Yu Xiaogang.

"Qin Ming, when we meet next time, it will be us old guys who will be under your care." Flanders said half-jokingly.

"Dean, you're too kind. I believe the three members of the Education Committee will definitely welcome you." Qin Ming said with a smile.

Dai Mubai smiled brightly and looked at Yu Tianheng and said, "Next time we meet, I won't lose again."

Yu Tianheng smiled and said, "I'll wait."

Feng Yao noticed Zhu Zhuqing standing at the edge of the crowd. He stroked the strings of the zither with his fingertips, bowed slightly and said, "Goodbye."

A smile appeared on Zhu Zhuqing's cold face: "Goodbye."

Qin Ming coughed lightly, and the Royal Fighters immediately calmed down. The Shimoshimo brothers waved to the Shrek group with a simple and honest look.

"Let's go." Following Qin Ming's order, the Royal Fighting Team set off in the morning dew. Feng Yao was walking at the end, and suddenly looked back.

Feng Yao turned and blended into the morning mist. Dugu Yan's teasing came from a distance, "Why, you can't bear to part with that little wild cat?" Then Yu Feng's laughter followed.

(End of this chapter)