When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

Jiang Song retreated into the Yunmiao Immortal Mansion to practice. Several days passed, and the outside world was only dark from dusk to late at night.

She was immersed in cultivation, and the spiritual energy around her gathered to form small vortices, which continuously flowed into her body.

Her meridians were like widened rivers, with spiritual energy surging through them. Every cycle brought a subtle boost in her strength.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Song slowly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes.

I have already reached the third level of foundation building. With more time, I might be able to break through to the middle level of foundation building.

Jiang Song was secretly delighted and was calculating the time to take on the next training mission.

Now, she urgently needs a lot of actual combat to consolidate and improve her cultivation.

Every experience is an opportunity for her growth and a way for her to earn resources for cultivation.

She stood up, stretched her muscles, and walked into the cave.

At this time, Yun Miao was sitting quietly under the pavilion. A set of tea sets was placed on the stone table, and the aroma of tea was wafting in the air.

"Senior, experience is indeed beneficial to improving one's cultivation. I have now reached the third level of foundation building." Jiang Song walked to Yun Miao's side, his tone unable to conceal his joy.

Yun Miao smiled gently and pointed to the stone bench opposite. "Sit down and try the tea I just brewed."

Jiang Song sat down as he was told, picked up the teacup and took a sip. He felt the fragrance lingering on his lips and teeth, and felt relaxed and happy.

“Good tea!”

"Senior, I haven't heard you play for a long time. May I have the honor of listening to you play again today?" Jiang Song put down his teacup and looked at Yun Miao with burning eyes.

Yun Miao paused slightly, her fingers trembling as she brewed the tea, and said calmly, "I'm not interested."

That zither was his natal magical instrument. Now that his body was damaged, the instrument was also affected. It was inevitable that he was unable to play it to his full potential, and it was even more difficult for him to bring out the charm of the past.

Jiang Song saw that he seemed a little lonely and was puzzled, but he did not continue to ask.

"Then I'll tell you a story, okay?"

Yun Miao raised his eyelids slightly, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes, "Oh? You can tell stories? Then tell me."

Jiang Song cleared his throat and began to tell the story of "Investiture of the Gods".

She thought that a hermit master like Yun Miao would already be familiar with the mundane world and might be interested in the stories about gods, demons and monsters.

"Pangu preceded the division of chaos, and the Taiji, the two yin and yang, and the four images were suspended. Zi, the heaven, Chou, the earth, and the human Yin appeared, and Chao Xian eliminated the beast disaster. Suiren obtained fire to avoid fresh food, and Fuxi drew the hexagrams before the yin and yang. Shennong governed the world and tasted hundreds of herbs..."

As Jiang Song spoke, Yun Miao's expression gradually changed from indifference to concentration, with a strange light flashing in his eyes from time to time.

Seeing this, Jiang Song was secretly happy and spoke even more enthusiastically.

"...One day, King Zhou ascended the throne room for an early morning court session and assembled his civil and military officials. Auspicious clouds filled the air, and the emperor sat atop the throne room. Auspicious light shone through the air, and the civil and military officials lined up before the white jade steps. A sandalwood cauldron spewed gold, and the pearl curtains rolled up high..."

Just as Jiang Song was speaking excitedly, Yun Miao suddenly raised his hand and waved, and a picture appeared on the stone table.

In the picture, King Zhou sits high in the Golden Palace, with civil and military officials standing on both sides. Pearl curtains are rolled up high, and auspicious mists are everywhere, which is exactly the same scene as the story described by Jiang Song.

Jiang Song looked at this scene in surprise and couldn't help but stop telling the story.

"Senior, this is..."

Yun Miao smiled faintly, "It's just some tricks, go on with your story."

"...Shang Rong reported: "Nuwa is the daughter of the God of Heaven, born with holy virtues. At that time, Gonggong hit his head against Mount Buzhou, causing the sky to tilt to the northwest and the earth to sink to the southeast. Nuwa then collected five-colored stones to repair the blue sky..."

Soon, Jiang Song finished telling the first chapter of "Investiture of the Gods", "King Zhou Pays Praise to Nuwa Palace", and Yun Miao, based on her narration, conjured up vivid scenes on the stone table.

When the story is finished, the image disappears.

Turning around, Jiang Song saw that Yun Miao had changed his sitting posture to sitting cross-legged, with his eyes closed, as if in deep thought.

She didn't dare to disturb him, so she just sat there quietly, sipping tea, lost in thought.

After a long time, Yun Miao slowly opened his eyes, and a hint of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

"Tell it again from the beginning."

"Huh?" Jiang Song was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "Okay, then I'll start from the beginning."

Although she was a little confused and didn't understand why Yun Miao asked her to repeat the story, she still did as she was told.

As she continued to tell the story, Yun Miao waved her fingers again, and changing images appeared on the stone table again, corresponding to the plot in the story one by one.

This time, while telling the story, Jiang Song observed Yun Miao's expression and movements more carefully.

I saw him circulating his spiritual power, and every time he waved his fingers, he seemed to be realizing something, and the expression on his face became more and more solemn.

When the story came to an end again, Yun Miao suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Song, with an unprecedented light flashing in his eyes.

"Where did you hear this story?"

Jiang Song was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "It's an ancient myth that's circulated in my hometown. What's wrong with that?"

Yun Miao took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his voice trembling slightly. "This actually contains a Taoist inheritance. Do you know?"

Jiang Song was extremely shocked when he heard this. She just wanted to tell a story to please the senior, so why did she bring up the Taoist inheritance?

She had no idea that in addition to the bizarre mythological stories, there was also some profound Taoist magic hidden in "The Investiture of the Gods".

"Senior... Senior, these are just some myths circulating among the people. How can they be considered as a Taoist tradition?"

Yun Miao remained silent, but the spiritual power in his body began to surge. His fingers quickly swept through the air, leaving a faint golden light each time.

The golden lights gradually gathered in the air, forming complex runes, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

Jiang Song stared at the scene in amazement, his heart filled with shock beyond words.

She once thought that she had a certain understanding of the world of cultivation, but now she realized that what she knew was just the tip of the iceberg.

Yun Miao's movements became faster and faster, and there were more and more runes in the air. Finally, these runes gathered into a huge pattern, floating above the stone table.

The pattern was extremely complex, and every detail contained mysterious power. Jiang Song felt his head swelling and almost unbearable after just one glance.

Yun Miao stopped and looked at Jiang Song, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"Today, there really is such a wonderful Taoist tradition in this world, hidden in ordinary stories. If you hadn't told me today, I'm afraid I would never have seen it in my lifetime."

Jiang Song was shocked, but she also understood that this Taoist inheritance was obviously not something she could get her hands on.

Although she had a strong desire to cultivate Taoism, she also knew her own limitations. She was afraid that she would find it difficult to even get started with such profound Taoism.

"Senior, this inheritance of the law..."

Yun Miao waved his hand, interrupting her. "This inheritance of the law is not meant for you, so there's no need to ask. However, since you can bring me this opportunity, I will naturally not treat you unfairly."

As he spoke, he flicked his finger and a golden light shot into Jiang Song's brow.

Jiang Song only felt a sharp pain in her head, and then a huge amount of information poured into her sea of ​​consciousness.

"This is the lightning spell 'Thunderbolt Break'. From now on, every time you tell me a complete story, I will teach you a spell. How about that?"

Jiang Song was stunned for a moment, then he was ecstatic and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, senior, as many stories as you want to hear, Ah Song will tell you!"

You have to know that Jiang Song is just a casual cultivator, and the spells she can learn are very few, and most of them are not very powerful.

Just by telling a few stories, she can get advanced magic spells in return. How could she miss such a good thing?