Wet viviparity

Chapter 128: Magic, Insect Teaching
He regained consciousness gradually, accompanied by a violent cough. Ji Mingyi's six-fingered palm pressed on his chest. The lungs inside felt like cast iron, heavy.

Each time he exhaled and inhaled, it would take several minutes, which was extremely uncomfortable, but over time, he was able to get used to it.

From a human to an immortal, the mortal nature of the flesh will disappear bit by bit. Ji Ming regards this change in breathing as a tiny change in the process of becoming an immortal.

"Cloud Hand Lung."

By pressing the chest, one can actually feel the lungs expanding and contracting extremely slowly. The spiritual energy has already merged into it, refining the Taoist organ.

"It's a pity that the reverse training still failed."

Ji Ming felt a little disappointed when he thought about his own reverse training.

However, he saw that the master wanted him to focus on the process rather than the result, and he was afraid that he was not optimistic about the idea of ​​combining the 'reverse training method' with the 'Tao Zang training method'.

"if I get it I am lucky, but if not, it is fate."

This thought came to Ji Ming's mind, and he remembered what the master said, that experience is the real gold. This might be the reason for him to develop a normal mind in the face of gains and losses.

Ji Ming didn't think too much about it. He had been mentally tense recently and it was not advisable for him to continue practicing for fear of developing mental demons. So he decided to rest for a while.

Although it can be said that he was idle, it was not really idle.

Because in the morning and evening he had to teach Qianshou'er to read and write, and to recite the books of sages.

The monster needs to temper people's hearts during the "transformation" stage. If they don't understand human principles and agree with human positions, how can they truly become human?

Although Ji Ming has been teaching for three years, he did not teach in depth. During those three years, he focused on his own cultivation and the refinement of true Qi. Now that he has some free time, he is in the mood to teach properly.

Only after teaching it in this way did he discover how stupid this insect was. He taught the word "Xi" and Qianshou'er read it as "Ji".

This made him dare not teach those taboo words "heaven". After all, Cangtian is also known as Xitian. He was afraid that Qianshou'er would read "Xitian" as "Jitian" and thus offend God.

Reading and writing are already mentally taxing enough, so the idea of ​​letting him learn arithmetic has been completely abandoned.

In order to prevent the days of self-cultivation from turning into painful and difficult teaching time, Ji Ming had to ask the master for permission to find a teacher at the foot of the mountain.

When he was asking for instructions, Old Yuan was beside him and mentioned Qianshou'er.

The old man's words reminded the master of her regret. She had also wanted to have a spiritual companion in her early years, but after choosing several times, she still couldn't find one that satisfied her.

Now that he had already achieved the Golden Elixir, and was about to break through to the third step of "Refining the Spirit and Returning to Emptiness" - the Fetal Spirit Realm, it would be even more difficult to find an ownerless alien spirit beast.

The old ape saw the master's regret, so he said to Ji Ming: "How can we let mortals set foot in the immortal cave? It is better to keep it by the master's side for a while."

Ji Ming would love to be able to keep Qianshou'er by the master's side, but he is afraid that Qianshou'er's stupidity may annoy the master.

As expected, just three or five days after Ji Ming agreed, Qianshou'er was sent back to the garden, with the master giving him a bad review of "unworthy".

Qianshou'er felt very aggrieved. He hid in the poison seed bag for several days and refused to come out. He couldn't be fed many poisonous foods.

Soon, Old Ape came to the garden. He was ordered by the master to bring a teacher from the foot of the mountain to Ji Ming. Although he was old and frail, he was full of energy.

Old Yuan took a look at Qianshou'er in his bag and said that Qianshou'er was only concerned with eating and drinking at the master's place.

He accepted all spiritual fruits and elixirs, but ignored all requests for reading and writing. The master was so angry that he almost dropped the dirty gold bottle in his hand.

He also said that Qianshou'er's condition was probably due to being depressed because he couldn't eat those spiritual fruits and elixirs, and that he would be fine if he was starved for a few meals.

A teacher came to the garden, and Ji Ming had a lot of free time.

Every day, he strolled on the peak, collected herbs in the mountains, stepped on the water in the pond, or watched the clouds, the sunset, the colorful clouds, and the immortals flying into the sky from the top of the mountain. Sometimes the old man would come to accompany him. The old man always liked to talk about fighting skills, but never talked about the ways of scheming, relationships, etc.

Sometimes Wei Wulan pretended to meet him by chance in the mountains, and then the two of them would admire the scenery while talking about the latest news in the south, sharing each other's happy events, and occasionally talking about their troubles and sorrows.

In Wei Wulan's opinion, friends can be measured by time.

As your spiritual practice deepens and your experience grows, making friends is no longer as pure as it was in childhood. Being able to talk to each other is just a small thing. It also depends on opportunity, one's character, and one must consciously spend time in contact with others.

No matter how close friends are, as time goes by, their friendship will naturally fade. Unless the friendship is for life or death, the friendship can last forever.

He couldn't expect Jintong to sacrifice time to get in touch with him, so he could only take the initiative himself.

Because of the friendship established when he borrowed the Good Deeds Shuttle, he was less polite in his interactions with Jin Tong, and had more genuine emotions and could speak his mind.

In Ji Ming's heart, Wei Wulan is worthy of association, not only because of his status as a disciple of a large sect, or his friendship with him through borrowing magical instruments, but also because of his insights.

Ji Ming often practiced in the cave and went down the mountain very few times. In his previous lives, he only lived in a corner of the south. It is no exaggeration to say that he is short-sighted.

Wei Wulan talked to him about the current situation in Ba, the brilliant people under the Three Days, and the changes in the south of the sky, all of which could fill in the gaps in his knowledge.

One of the principles of communication is to learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses.
During his days of rest, many people from inside and outside the cave came to see him.

Among these people, there were not many small figures, but there were quite a few big figures, from both the north and the south, and even from overseas fairy islands. Each of them interacted with him on an equal footing, and there was no one who looked down on him.

After all, his reputation had spread beyond Huoxu Cave long ago, and many immortals on Zirong Peak had heard of him, and many people speculated that he had already mastered magic.

After all, the crane monster first offered himself as firewood, and then when he appeared again, he was no longer in monster form. Any smart person could guess this.

At such an early age, he had achieved such an accomplishment, which was considered a rare story in the southern part of China. Therefore, his master Fei Huzi also hurried over to visit.

"Quick, too fast."

In a mountain of Jiheng Mountain, the master and his disciples were chatting casually, and the Taoist Feihu couldn't stop sighing.

"You practice fast, and you refine the method fast. No wonder you came to the world to block his path. If Su Luozi knew about your situation, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to sit in meditation peacefully."

Ji Ming noticed the worry in Taoist Fei Hu's eyes and asked, "Master, is there any new development in the matter of Tai Sui?"

"I can't hide it from you."

Fei Huzi sighed, “I got some annual flesh from Lan Yin Fang last time and refined two annual ring pills. I thought it was an opportunity, but I didn’t expect that several pieces would appear one after another and be obtained by others.

The Lanyin faction, which is already undercurrent, is now almost returning to the tense situation that occurred during the Guancaidong battle more than ten years ago. However, this time, Taipingshan is well prepared like last time.

What worries me even more is that if this stone Tai Sui that is said to have come from the ancient city [砙] is not an opportunity, then it can only be a conspiracy."

Ji Ming knew that his master was most worried about taking a further step and that the hope of living another hundred years might be gone.

"You, don't worry about me. Your most urgent task is to complete the Mountain Sitting Warrior Sutra, and then go to Taiping Mountain to participate in the Taoist assessment and catch the attention of the higher-ups.

Only then can I, as a teacher, feel truly at ease."

Both Taoists and Taoist disciples take the exam in the same year, and both are held every three years. Ji Ming has been training for three years after taking the Taoist exam, and he will have to wait another three years for the next exam.

Taoist Fei Hu suddenly raised his hand and said, "Come, let's compete with each other in the Great Grabbing Technique."

(End of this chapter)