Quick Wear: True and False Life

"Thank you, young prince. I was too impatient." After listening to Prince Qian's advice, Song An took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

He also knew that he was impatient and could not calm down. Normally it was better with Master Zhang and Master Qin keeping him under control, but when it came to fishing, he was really a little impatient.

"Song boy, you can practice the mantra of the martial arts while fishing, and good luck will come to you." Old Jin swung the fishing rod, and a three-foot-long fish was thrown into the bucket. He also had time to give Song An some advice.

"Song An, what Old Jin said is right. After you put your skills into practice, the aura around you is very attractive to animals. It means good luck. This is a good method." After hearing what Old Jin said, Song Nan wondered why she had never thought about it in this direction. It would be a great convenience in grabbing supplies. She would try it more often in the future.

After listening to the two's methods, Song An immediately became energized. He set up the fishing rod, sat cross-legged beside them and began to practice his skills. He suddenly had an idea and put his hand on the fishing rod, and transferred a little spiritual power to the fishing spot through the rod. Soon, many fish gathered around.

He became excited for a moment, holding the fishing rod and swinging the fishing line from time to time, throwing the fish into the bucket. After a while, the bucket was full, and the fish that could not fit in were jumping around on the deck.

Anping, Anle and Xufeng were very tactful and picked them all up and put them in other buckets to prevent the fish from jumping back into the river and being wasted.

"Mr. Jin, you should have brought out this method earlier. Fishing this way is so addictive. I want to do it too." Lingxi said as she excitedly joined in. She also wanted to catch more fish. If she couldn't finish them, she could sell them at the dock to subsidize her travel expenses. This was something she learned from the scholar.

"Young Prince, stop looking at him. Try harder and draw the Qi into your body. You can do it too." Song Nan turned around and saw Prince Qian's envious eyes. He comforted him. After all, he was the one who brought these people here. Next time, he would send them to the Mermaid Kingdom for some time. Don't waste this excellent physique.

"But it's been two days and I don't feel anything." Prince Qian said rather disappointedly.

"What's the big deal? You still won't be able to draw air into the flow for two or three months. Besides, the concentration of spiritual energy in the mortal world is relatively low. You just need to persist and come a few more times." Song Nan said casually. With the concentration of spiritual energy so low, it would be impossible to reach heaven in one step.

Cultivation is a persistent process. If you don't put in the effort, and want to wait for the rewards, it will never be that easy. Even the sons of heaven cannot succeed without hard work, let alone ordinary people.

"Thank you Miss Song for telling me, otherwise I would have gone in the wrong direction and got stuck in a dead end." Song Nan's reminder was like a wake-up call, which immediately dispelled the haze and made Prince Qian sober up. Yes! Persistence, everything has a process, and I was too impatient.

"With such a great talent, what's the rush? Qualification is important, but state of mind is also important. The so-called worldly experience is to cultivate the mind. How can you see through and let go if it's not taken to heart?" Seeing that the boy was able to listen, she said a few more words.

As Prince Qian listened, he was absorbed in what he heard. Suddenly, a vortex began to form around his body and he had a moment of enlightenment. He then began to practice his skills and soon succeeded in drawing the Qi into his body.

"Congratulations, young prince, you have successfully guided the Qi into your body. Now let me give you a gift." When Song Nan first gave instructions to Prince Qian, Lingxi pricked up her ears to listen. She didn't expect that the young prince would be so competitive and successfully guided the Qi into his body. After congratulating him, she also gave him a ring.

"You're a good boy. This is the flying sword I made not long ago. Keep it in good condition after the contract is signed." Seeing that the boy had both good character and talent, Old Jin gave him a flying sword.

"Congratulations, this is a gift." Song Nan also congratulated him and gave him a bottle of spiritual milk from the space collection.

Prince Qian had never expected that he would succeed in drawing in Qi after a sudden enlightenment. He was extremely happy. He also received congratulations and gifts from the three venerables and other people, which gave him the illusion that he had become rich overnight.

In the next half month, people in the team advanced from time to time, just like a competition. By the time they arrived in Kyoto, even Ye Chu, who was a newcomer with not very good qualifications, had advanced to the second small level. It was really healthy competition that promoted people's progress.

"Sister, we are back in Kyoto again. It feels like a lifetime ago." Song An arrived at the gate of Kyoto, looked at the high city walls, a little dazed, and murmured to Song Nan.

"I'm gone. I severed the relationship when I left. Why think so much? What's the point of regretting it?" Song Nan had experienced a lot and didn't feel much about it, so he asked indifferently.

"I won't regret it. I jumped out of the kang. Who would be stupid enough to jump back?" Song An excitedly counterattacked when he heard the word "regret".

"Brother Song An, why are you so excited? You have to learn to let go. The less you care about people who don't care about you, the more you have let go. If you can't let go, just find someone to vent your anger on." Lingxi saw Song An jumping around and joined in, with the sole purpose of giving Song An a daily beating.

"I see. It's just Sister Lingxi who is meddling in other people's business." Song An replied angrily when he heard what Lingxi said.

"Sister, ignore this kid. He's acting pretentiously even at the gate of the capital." Lingxi rolled her eyes at Song An, caught up with Song Nan and the others, and said with a hum.

As soon as they arrived in Kyoto, they stayed in a restaurant. Song Nan asked everyone to rest for a night, while Mr. Jin had already gone to look for a house.

"Mr. Jin, have you found it?" Lingxi asked as soon as he saw Mr. Jin coming back.

"Girl, can't you sit down and talk slowly? You need to change your lively personality." Old Jin first found a place to sit down, took off the spiritual gourd and drank a sip of the spiritual spring water, and then talked about Lingxi.

"Don't keep me in suspense. Did you find it or not?" Lingxi didn't care if Mr. Jin revealed her secret and kept asking for an explanation.

"Of course I found it. It's not that difficult."

After everyone knew that they had found the yard and bought it, they felt relieved and moved in the next day. After that, they all took action. Some made appointments to visit each other, and some went out to inquire about the situation. Within two or three days, everything was arranged.

That day, Song Nan and Ling Xi went out shopping. They wanted to experience the atmosphere of Kyoto, so they went to a teahouse to have tea.

"Sister, the storytellers here are very good and make people feel like they are in the story." Lingxi exclaimed after listening to a short passage.

"It's okay! It's just that this story is too specific. I don't know what the intention is?" After listening to it, Song Nan always felt that there was something else behind the words, as if it was done deliberately, carefully leading the topic, and there was no good intention in every word.

"Sister is right. The intention is too obvious. Kyoto is really a place of trouble. You can see the conspiracy just by going out."

"Look, a fight has started." At this time, a scream came from downstairs.

"Sister, you're pretty quick at taking action, but the storyteller is a little pitiful." Seeing the fight going on downstairs, Lingxi pushed the window wider to make it easier to observe.

"He does things for money, so he is not pitiful. The real pitiful one is the original wife in the storyteller's mouth." Song Nan refilled his tea and sighed.

These people only look at the surface of things. It is hard to tell whether some people are human or ghost after they put on their outer clothes. If you think about this story carefully, it is just a reappearance of Chen Yemei.