Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 23: Green Bamboo Garden

"Ah You!"

The little girl was startled and took three steps back.

She wrinkled her nose and glared at him with resentment on her face.

Only then did Xu Zhiqiu realize that scratching her nose just now was somewhat offensive.

But as an adult, I really can't bring myself to apologize for this.

"A little girl I'm not familiar with..."

Xu Zhiqiu complained in his heart, turned around and ignored her.

If you don’t want to learn, then forget it. I won’t teach you.

……

He found a secluded corner and stood up by himself.

Although he is not a novice, standing still is a versatile form of practice that can still increase his skills.

The old man surnamed Zhou knows a lot.
He remembered that he had asked Zhou Yixian about the experience of cultivation in this world before.

Combining his own knowledge reserves, he made a rough comparison with the path of cultivation in his previous life.

The theoretical development of the fundamentals of life in this world is obviously not as good as that in the previous life.

Some Taoist classics, Yi principles, theories of heaven and man, etc., are not as profound as what I learned in my previous life.

Only this method of attack is extremely powerful. Not only can one fly the sword in the air and travel a thousand miles a day, but his lifespan is also very long, comparable to that of a turtle.

In the previous life, even if one became the best in the world in practicing Taoism, one could only enjoy the natural lifespan of mortals, which was only 120 to 130 years.

In this world of cultivation,
Even if one only achieves minor success, one can still live for around two to three hundred years.

If we talk about the cultivation systems of these two lives, they are almost the same.

They all follow the common path of refining essence into Qi, and refining Qi to return to the spirit.

But the only difference is life span.

Why is this so?
Fortunately, thanks to his personal experiences in two lifetimes and some theoretical accumulation, Xu Zhiqiu was able to deduce the conclusion.

First of all, this world is rich in spiritual energy.

The real key is one thing -

They are the two special acupuncture points located between the heart and the diaphragm, called "Gao" and "Huang".

"The Two Acupoints of the Heart"
In traditional Chinese medicine theory, these two acupoints are considered to be the places where the power of medicine cannot reach. This is the reason why the so-called "terminal illness" is so serious.

In my previous life, I practiced Qi, but I could never touch these two places even after practicing until I died.

To refine Qi in this realm, one only needs to open up the Ren and Du meridians to begin to explore these two acupoints.

He once heard Zhou Yixian say that those who have achieved great spiritual cultivation in this world can basically live for six or seven hundred years.

There are even some old monsters who can live to be a thousand years old without dying.

It's really exaggerated.

Such a huge difference between the two worlds may be attributed to abstract factors such as the laws of the universe.

Speaking of the methods used in the previous life, they were no less sophisticated than those used in the present life.

Moreover, since this world is rich in spiritual energy, the power unleashed will be even stronger.

"It's a rare opportunity... With the help of this world, maybe one day it can help me break through to the third level?"

This is also the long-cherished wish of the entire Trinity.

Xu Zhiqiu had a vision,

While standing in the posture, you will unknowingly enter a state of emptiness.

He focused his Qi and calmed his mind, sinking his consciousness into his inner scene and studying the fourth stone tablet.

Different from the previous ones, this fourth stone tablet records three methods at the same time.

They all came from a strange school known in the previous life - Qingzhuyuan.

………………

At dusk,
There was a small figure sitting on the archway at the entrance of the village.

The girl from the Lu family used half of a pair of scissors to carve the wooden figure in her hand.

She is not a carpenter, so her craftsmanship is naturally not very good.

After working for a whole day and getting several cuts on his hands, he finally managed to carve out the shape of a person.

The doll's shape is as bloated as a bucket, but Daddy is not fat.

But at least it looked like a human being, so she plucked up her courage and carefully carved the doll's head and facial features.

Based on her memory of her father's appearance, she cut every knife with extreme caution and meticulousness, trying to make it look similar.

Gradually, the nose, eye sockets, ears, lips...

The face in her memory became more and more complete, although there were great deviations in the details, but she was deeply immersed in it.

Slowly, the puppet in his hand seemed to come alive.

A happy smile appeared on the little girl's rosy and tender face.

She is indeed a beauty.

suddenly,

She looked up in surprise and found four or five children of similar age surrounding her.

She is usually dull and only accompanies her mother all day long, and rarely has friends of the same age.

Therefore, she couldn't even name these many children.

"Hey! I haven't seen you for a few days. Your face has become fatter!"

Several children surrounded her and pointed at her.

She was not used to this kind of situation and stood up to leave, but was stopped. A child shouted:
"I passed by her house one night and could smell the aroma of meat!"

"Meat smells good? I can't even afford rice, how can I afford meat?"

"I'm not kidding you! That day I deliberately leaned over to look through the crack of the door. I saw white smoke billowing out of her kitchen. It smelled really good. She must be stewing meat!"

"How can this be absurd! Why is it that we all get to eat porridge, but she gets to eat meat?"

"It must be that the village chief is partial to her family and sent food to her family!"

A few kids became jealous and resentful, and one of them pushed her to the ground with a vicious hand.

Although she felt pain, she did not cry or shout.

Just as she was about to stand up, several people came over to snatch the wood carving from her hand.

Now she panicked and clenched her hands tightly.

But the girl was not strong enough and it was soon taken away.

"give me back!"

The kid curled his lips and said, "Tsk... I thought it was a good toy, but it's just a rag."

There was a "pop" sound,
"Daddy" fell on the bluestone pier of the archway and broke into two pieces.

The fall destroyed the newly carved doll.

It also made the little girl cry.

"You...you give me your father as compensation!"

She rushed forward with red eyes, but was pushed to the ground again.

Several children surrounded her and mocked her:
"Daddy, next time you should carve a small wooden sign!"

"Your father offended the mountain god and died outside as retribution a long time ago."

The little girl gritted her teeth, tears rolling down her cheeks like beads from a broken string.

"You...you are talking nonsense! My father is still alive!"

"Hahaha!"

The kids laughed wildly and circled around her holding hands.

They followed the tune of the nursery rhyme, changed the lyrics, and sang it out:
"Little bean~ the unlucky star~ the one who brought death to your father and mother~ the mountain god has a kind heart~ he will let you eat your fill~"

The little girl hugged the broken wood sculpture tightly, squatted on the ground with her head buried, and cried silently.

"Who told you that?"

A sudden voice from behind asked.

"I heard it from my parents! People in the village also spread it that way... Hey, you are..."

The kids were halfway through their answers when they turned around and looked at the person asking the question.

Xu Zhiqiu had an apron wrapped around his waist and a kitchen knife in his hand for chopping meat.

There were a few chicken feathers on the blade, and blood was dripping down the edge.

He had just killed a pheasant in the kitchen and was about to go to the yard to pick some shallots to remove the fishy smell when he suddenly heard some noise outside and came out to take a look.

"Eh!"

His butcher-like appearance frightened the kids so much that they staggered.

But they then remembered that they had chased Xu Zhiqiu and thrown clods of earth at him before, and they were no longer afraid.

A brave man stuck out his neck:

"You... who are you trying to scare with a broken knife? Blood... what kind of meat are you chopping? Is it delicious?"

As he spoke, his mouth was filled with drool.

"What kind of meat?"

Xu Zhiqiu sneered, walked over and grabbed that half of the face, twisting it a lot.

"What you're chopping are the ancestors who lie in your family's ancestral graves. The lean meat is minced into stuffing, the fat is squeezed into oil, the bones are added to firewood, and the leftovers are fed to the dogs. Don't you think it smells good?"

"Wow~"

The kid cried out in pain and his legs trembled with fear.

Xu Zhiqiu kicked him in the butt!
"Your ancestors are waiting to appear in your dreams, why don't you go back and take a look!?"

He turned around and fiercely scanned the surroundings, swung the bloody kitchen knife,
"Everyone get out of here!"

"Mom!"

The children were so frightened that they ran away in all directions.

"A bunch of little bastards."

Xu Zhiqiu was dissatisfied and curled his lips, saying, "Even more immoral than when I was a child..."

He glanced at the girl from the Lu family who was squatting on the ground wiping her tears, shook his head and sighed, and ignored her.

After returning,
The little girl threw herself into Lu's arms and cried non-stop, and asked Lu to verify the truth of the children's words.

Naturally, Mrs. Lu tried to comfort her in every way possible, and it took her a long time to finally coax her into submission.

Midnight,

The room was stuffy and Xu Zhiqiu couldn't fall asleep.

Then he left the room and went to the courtyard to enjoy the cool air.

Unexpectedly, Lu was leaning under a tree in the yard, lost in thought.

The slender figure was thin and bony, and her aqua blue skirt was gently blown by the wind, reflecting the bright moonlight in the sky, but she did not show the slightest fairy spirit.

On the contrary, she looks like a female ghost.

(End of this chapter)