Blue, Red and White Dark Abyss Cauldron

Huai Fu Cao said, "You have used a lot of my rootless water! I never knew it was so difficult to open the heart. I am afraid it will be difficult for you to learn this spiritual art."

Chu Xiaomu panted and said, "Uncle Lao Huai, let me do it again. It will definitely work this time."

Huai Fucao had no choice but to mix some more medicine for him to drink.

Chu Xiaomu tried four times in a row. Each time he tried, he felt his body getting lighter, but the suction from the ground became stronger. Soon his body was sucked to the ground and turned into a soft puddle.

Suddenly, Huai Fucao said, "No, your mind cannot be opened. You cannot learn the spiritual arts."

Although Chu Xiaomu had entered a strange state at this time, he could still hear the voices from the reality around him, and thought to himself: "Am I so useless?" His stubbornness broke out, and he held back his last breath, struggling to hold on. He felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He could no longer hold on, opened his eyes, and almost fainted on the ground.

Huai Fucao shook his head and said, "Xiaomu, you should go back. It's better not to learn this spiritual art."

Chu Xiaomu said weakly: "Uncle Huai, do you know why I want to learn spiritual arts so much?"

Huai Fu Cao asked, "Isn't it to save that Snow Country man?"

Chu Xiaomu said, "That's just one of the reasons." Suddenly he burst into tears and choked, "Actually, I think... I think..." He couldn't say any more.

Huai Fucao said with a sigh, "I see. You are learning spiritual arts because of your parents' disappearance, right?"

Chu Xiaomu nodded.

Huai Fucao said: "You can only ask about real things in the world through the spirit-asking technique, but not about imaginary things. Besides, the ocean is so vast that there are no spirits or spiritual energy to respond. Even if your parents are still alive, it would be extremely difficult for you to find them through the spirit-asking technique. Otherwise, I would have asked for you a long time ago..."

Chu Xiaomu said: "After my father and mother disappeared, no one has found their bodies. I always feel that they should still be alive. This kind of thing cannot be done by others. Even if there is only a one in ten chance, I will go out and look for them. Uncle Huai, if I can't learn it today, I will come back tomorrow. If I can't learn it tomorrow, I will come back the day after tomorrow... In short, I will learn it until I succeed!"

Huai Fucao felt sad and emotional, and didn't know what to do for a moment. After thinking for a while, he stood up and prepared half a bowl of medicine for Chu Xiaomu to drink.

Chu Xiaomu's body was extremely weak at this time. After drinking the potion, he soon collapsed like a puddle of mud. However, he knew that as long as he exhaled his last breath, it would be over, so he tried his best to hold it back.

Soon he felt a heat in his chest and abdomen again, and was about to spit out a mouthful of blood. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood forcefully.

After a long time, I gradually felt a force on top of my head lifting me up. Gradually, my head was lifted up, then my torso and thighs were lifted up, and finally my whole body stood upright.

Huai Fucao was secretly delighted when he saw that one of the oil lamps suddenly lit up with a bean-sized, jade-white light.

But the tiny flame only flickered for a moment before going out again. He cried out inwardly, "What a pity!"

After a while, another oil lamp gradually lit up, from a tiny bean-sized light, gradually becoming as bright as a candle, and it lasted for a long time. Then two, three... Finally, a total of four lamps were lit.

Huai Fucao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it had finally worked. It was a pity that only four lamps were lit, but the knowledge and spiritual arts were still barely usable.

When I went to see Chu Xiaomu, I saw that his brows were furrowed, like a clay or wooden sculpture, but his body was stable and his breathing was smooth and steady. Knowing that he was holding on, I didn't call him, but wanted to see how long he could hold on.

But until the sunlight shone through the window in the afternoon, Chu Xiaomu still did not move.

Huai Fucao became a little anxious. He reached out and pushed Chu Xiaomu, shouting, "Xiaomu, Xiaomu, are you okay?"

Chu Xiaomu opened his eyes and said, "Uncle Huai, is it okay?"

Huai Fucao said, "It is successful. Although your mind is clear, it is only half open. I am afraid it is difficult to ask the spirit. But it is very strange that the Yin-Yang double circle can't see your spiritual platform."

"Does it matter?" Chu Xiaomu asked.

"As long as there is a mind, there will be a spiritual platform. There is no difference between the presence and absence of a spiritual platform, only the thickness. I guess the potion is not pure, so I can't test your spiritual platform."

"How about we do it again..."

Huai Fucao shook his head repeatedly and said, "You have wasted a lot of my medicine. This is a treasure passed down by our ancestors. I don't know how to prepare it. Once it's used up, it's gone."

Chu Xiaomu stammered, "Then...then I'll have no choice but to give you a few kilograms of good honey."

Huaifucao made a sound of disgust and said, "How can your wild honey compare to the magical medicine of our ancestors? But, it's better to have something than nothing..."

Chu Xiaomu smiled and said, "I will send it to you tomorrow, and also give you a wild sheep."

Huai Fucao said, "Go back and recuperate for a few days, and then I will teach you spiritual arts." Chu Xiaomu felt weak all over and had to agree.

Before leaving, Huai Fucao took out two more packets of medicine and said, "One packet is for the Snow Country man, and the other is for your health. Don't make a mistake."

Chu Xiaomu took the medicine and walked out of the yard. He heard Huai Fucao shouting behind him: "Don't forget the money for the medicine these few times..."

After Chu Xiaomu left, he saw Yang Dou still sitting at the gate and couldn't help laughing. He asked him how many people he had stopped from going back today. Yang Dou counted on his fingers and said, "If not ten, at least eight. Two tried to force their way in, but fortunately I did as you said and frightened them." Then he handed two pieces of dried fish to Chu Xiaomu and said, "Uncle Huai is always stingy, so he must not have invited you to dinner, right?"

Chu Xiaomu took it and started to eat it. He hadn't eaten for most of the day and was indeed very hungry.

Yang Dou asked again: "How are you doing in your studies? Have you met the Spirit King?"

Chu Xiaomu shook his head and said, "It's still early. Uncle Huai said he would teach me spiritual skills in two days." Then he told him about his experience today.

Yang Dou frowned upon hearing this and said, "I think I had the foresight to learn the art of asking spirits by going through the punishment."

The two of them wandered around the village for a while, and Yang Dou suddenly said, "Why don't we go see if the bees in the back mountain have come back?"

Chu Xiaomu was also concerned, and just happened to be going to collect honey, so he took his tools and went to the honey farm in the back mountain. However, there was still no trace of bees, so the two had to collect a few pounds of honey and returned home in disappointment.

When Chu Liang heard that Chu Xiaomu had been studying under a teacher at Huai Fucao's house all day, he just sighed and said nothing.