I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

"How...how did you succeed?"

Mo Xuyang's voice trembled, his face full of disbelief.

This is an ancient heavenly level mental method. It is not an ordinary mental method, nor is it a guide to making tofu.

How could he learn it so quickly? Is he really a genius?

In comparison, Mo Xuyang felt that he was as stupid as could be. Even though he already had experience, he still tried dozens of times before he succeeded.

Mo Xuyang struggled to hold back his shocked breath: "Don't you find it difficult?"

"Difficult? It is a little difficult. I am just a blind cat that has encountered a dead mouse."

Yuan Feng said modestly.

What he didn't say was that he felt very familiar with the method of practicing this mental method.

After thinking about it, I remembered that the speed of spiritual energy needs to be adjusted according to the distance between the meridians. Isn't this the content of elementary school mathematics?

Calculating speed based on distance couldn’t be simpler.

The value of that old saying is still increasing: If you master math, physics and chemistry, you will not be afraid of traveling around the world.

Yuan Feng has not only traveled all over the world, he has even traveled to other worlds.

It seems that the nine years of compulsory education were not in vain.

In order to conceal his identity as a time traveler, Yuan Feng simply said that he was lucky.

Mo Xuyang patted his chest and believed this statement without a doubt.

Although he was shocked, he thought that Yuan Feng was the descendant of a certain immortal cultivation family and it was normal for him to be a bit of a genius.

"Since it was just a fluke, don't be proud. Just listen to me continue to explain."

Under Mo Xuyang's explanation, Yuan Feng continued to practice and soon guided the spiritual energy in his body to circulate a small circle.

The same small circulation is repeated nine times in a row, which becomes a big circulation.

When the Great Circulation was over, Yuan Feng exhaled a breath of foul air, and a sticky liquid flowed out from his pores. It was as black as ink and smelled terrible.

Yuan Feng pinched his nose, frightened by the scene.

"Master, what am I?"

"Don't panic. The turbid matter in your body is the toxins accumulated in your mortal body. It will be very beneficial to expel it from your body. It also means that you have left your mortal body and officially become a cultivator."

"Really?" Yuan Feng asked excitedly, "Then what is my current cultivation level?"

"What other level of cultivation could it be? Of course it's the first level of Qi Refining. As the saying goes, a tall building rises from the ground... Wait, can you circulate your spiritual power for me to see?"

"Spiritual power?"

"After drawing the Qi into the body and storing it in Dantian, you can use the spiritual energy for your own benefit. The power of the spiritual energy that can be exerted is the spiritual power intensity, or spiritual power for short. Now I will teach you how to do it. Concentrate your mind on Dantian and guide it with your thoughts to gather it in the palm of your hand."

Yuan Feng nodded, not quite understanding: "I understand, Master."

After that, focus your attention on your lower abdomen, where your Dantian is located.

A mysterious feeling immediately came to my mind.

At this moment, Yuan Feng felt as if he had an extra "hand", and this "hand" was the spiritual power under his control.

Soon, there seemed to be a strong wind surging in the palm of his hand. Yuan Feng could not see it, but he could feel its presence. It was his own spiritual power.

"What happens next, Master?" Yuan Feng was looking forward to the next instruction.

“Then put it away.”

Mo Xuyang touched his forehead, his heart was in turmoil.

The fifth level! He had never heard of someone jumping to the fifth level of Qi Refining in one step when he just started practicing, but now he saw it right away.

"Disciple, I just assumed that your cultivation level is the fifth level of Qi Refining."

"Oh."

Oh?

Mo Xuyang's mouth twitched.

You just said "Oh", so calm?

He reached the fifth level right after practicing. This is unprecedented, an astonishing genius, but Yuan Feng is so calm.

Mo Xuyang really didn't understand.

In fact, Yuan Feng was not calm, he just didn't know much about the realm, and he didn't know that one step to the fifth level was very rare.

"Master, since I have some skills now, can you teach me some magic?"

Although Yuan Feng has cultivated himself now, apart from being stronger and living longer, he doesn't seem to have anything special about him, and he doesn't seem to have much fighting power.

So I am extremely eager to learn a spell.

"Magic..."

Mo Xuyang twirled his goatee and glanced around secretly.

I tried to find Daya and get some clues, but I didn't have any magic skills.

Mo Xuyang was anxious because he didn't get any hint, but he didn't know that Daya, who had turned into a boar, was also anxious.

"Mother Lei, did you hear that? The master wants to learn some magic, so you should take out some magic secrets."

Lei Niang transformed into a human form, sitting upright on a haystack, with her arms around her chest extended, as if spreading her hands:

"Nothing."

"How come there isn't any?" Da Ya was stunned for a moment, "Don't you have several manuals? How come there isn't a single spell?"

"No, that's all. We demons don't need to learn magic. I just picked up those mental skills and didn't have time to throw them away. I don't have any magic in my collection."

"What should we do then?" Daya turned his head and looked at Tuntian who was lying beside him.

"Why are you looking at me? I never touch human belongings."

Daya had never placed his hopes on Tuntian, so he was not disappointed.

"Mother Lei, then tell me, is it possible that Xiao Ling has hidden some basic spells?"

"That's not possible." Lei Niang shook her head gracefully. "In fact, don't be so anxious. With the master's talent, it's easy for him to learn a magic spell to rely on."

"How to say?"

"Magic is something that was researched by human cultivators. The fastest and best way to learn it is to go to a human sect and become their disciple."

"Become a disciple? Doesn't that mean we have to move? Now is not the time to move. The master hasn't signed a soul contract with us yet, so he won't take us with him."

"You can wait a bit. The old Taoist should know a few low-level spells, which should be enough for the master. If it's not enough, go and entice a few monks to come over."

"What a good idea! How come Lei Niang's brain is so much better than mine?"

"Hehe..." Lei Niang covered her teeth and laughed, "You pig-head, you are so good at praising people."

"I, Old Pig, am sincere. I won't say any more. I will pass on the message to the Taoist priest."

Da Ya's expression became stern, and he began to transmit his voice: "Mo Xuyang."

Mo Xuyang shuddered when he received the voice transmission. The voice in his mind was very familiar to him.

"Mo Xuyang, you don't need to say anything, just listen to me. Now pick out one of the magic spells you know that can be used by you and teach it to the young master."

"I understand." Mo Xuyang nodded secretly.

After confirming that the voice transmission was completed, he faced Yuan Feng seriously.

"Master? What magic will you teach me?"

"Master will teach you..." Mo Xuyang thought for a while and finally picked out the only spell with offensive power from a pile of garbage spells. "How about I teach you the Fireball spell?"

"That's a good feeling."

Yuan Feng is not picky, as long as he has it, it’s fine.

He didn't dare to hope to be like Sun Wukong, who had Patriarch Bodhi to teach him 72 transformations when he went out.

"Since you want to learn, follow me outside. If you don't perform the fireball skill properly, it will easily burn the house."

Mo Xuyang flicked his sleeves and walked out of the room first. He really had the demeanor of a hermit.

"Circulate spiritual energy..."

The two of them stood outside the house, and Mo Xuyang began teaching immediately.

Magical skills, like the mind skills, are also divided into levels of heaven, earth, black and yellow. And this small fireball technique belongs to the yellow level, the lowest level.

Although it is a mainland product, it can be very powerful if you have enough experience with it.

Mo Xuyang chose this spell not only because the fireball spell is highly offensive, but also for another important reason, which is that it is the spell he is best at and has studied the most.

As this spell was his best skill, Mo Xuyang was very confident in teaching it and covered all the key points in detail.

Compared with the mental method, Yuan Feng seemed a little overwhelmed and failed after trying several times.

To cast spells, one needs to be proficient in controlling spiritual power. Yuan Feng has just started practicing and has no tricks. It is obviously unrealistic to expect to succeed in one go.

Looking at Yuan Feng's clumsy movements, Mo Xuyang finally regained some sense of superiority.

"Control your spiritual power a little more, and don't make the fireball so big..."

One old and one young, one teaching and one learning, time passes.

Soon the sun set in the west, the sky darkened, and a dazzling flame rose in the yard.

The orange-red firelight reflected on his face, and the warm feeling still couldn't cover up Mo Xuyang's embarrassment.

Yuan Feng in front of us, although his speed of practicing magic is not fast, the spiritual energy in his body is too abundant. Is he a newcomer?

The flames shot up into the sky and lasted for a whole stick of incense. Was this the fifth stage of Qi Refining? His spiritual energy value had clearly reached the seventh or eighth stage.

Mo Xuyang sighed secretly.

Forget it, there’s no point in competing with young people.

Besides, he is a disciple from a family of immortal cultivators, so it is normal that I cannot compete with him.

Thinking of this, Mo Xuyang suddenly felt as if the stone blocking his chest had broken, and he felt much better.