I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 191 Doctor Jiang (Seeking monthly votes)
As night fell, a silver river stretched across the sky above Quanshui Village from the east mountain to the west ridge, shining exceptionally brightly.

Jiang Yi sat on the edge of the second-floor platform, with an old zither given to her by Xiao Wujiu on her lap. Suddenly, she felt that her hands were even more clumsy than when she first wielded the sword.

Zheng——

The shrill piano music suddenly shattered the tranquility of the courtyard, startling Bai Yu, who was pecking at vegetable leaves in the corner. Bai Yu abruptly spread its wings, raised its neck high, and let out a series of disgruntled quacking sounds, as if protesting the sudden noise.

Jiang Yi remained calm, her fingertips lightly plucking the strings as she continued to focus on practicing the fingering techniques Xiao Wujiu had taught her during the day.

She didn't mind the roughness of the sound; instead, she enjoyed the process of gradually becoming proficient from unfamiliarity. Every time she plucked a string and adjusted her fingering, she felt a long-lost sense of fulfillment.

After practicing for a while, Jiang Yi looked up and saw the Big Dipper hanging overhead. She suddenly felt a slight warmth in her dantian and a slight tremor in her sea of ​​consciousness. The true essence that had been imprisoned by the Blood River Chains during the day was now flowing with the starlight.

Jiang Yi put the guqin aside, and the first level of the "Heavenly Gang Demon Subduing Sword Manual" mental cultivation method appeared in his mind.

Visualize the Big Dipper, and the spirit unites with the stars.

With all seven orifices clear, sword energy arises spontaneously.

Outside the Moonlight Barrier in her Sea of ​​Consciousness, the crimson chains trembled slightly with her breath, and the starlight scattered from the Milky Way was gradually eroding the blood energy on the chains.

The Heavenly Gang Subduing Demon Sword technique emphasizes "observing the stars as essential." At this moment, every ray of the Big Dipper's brilliance is reshaping her sword heart. The hazy sword shadow floating in her sea of ​​consciousness begins to greedily devour the starlight, its outline gradually becoming clear, and corresponding star points appear on the sword shadow.

The "Star Refining Divine Technique" is an auxiliary part of the sword manual and has four levels. In the first level, the divine consciousness is divided into seven, which are condensed in the sea of ​​consciousness to form seven star swords corresponding to the Big Dipper. Only in this way can the Heavenly Gang Sword be divided into seven and the "Big Dipper Demon Locking Sword Formation" be set up in an instant.

Judging from the current situation, her approach is correct; the Heavenly Gang Demon-Subduing Sword can counter the Blood River Spirit-Severing Lock.

Well then, let's take it slow.

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Time flows quietly through Shanquan Village like a stream, and in the blink of an eye, the earthy scent of spring plowing is replaced by the scorching fragrance of summer rice.

During the day, Jiang Yi sat under the bamboo shed in front of Xiao Wujiu's courtyard, treating the villagers' illnesses.

At first, she only accepted difficult and complicated cases, but gradually, even elderly women with headaches and fevers, and children with broken legs and feet began to line up timidly.

Although she couldn't use too much true energy, treating mortal illnesses was a piece of cake for her. Sometimes, she would feel sorry for them and pretend to burn some paper money and prescribe some stomach-strengthening and digestive herbs to cure them.

Her reputation as a miracle doctor spread far and wide, attracting people from other villages and towns. The villagers respectfully called her "Dr. Jiang," and when she left, in addition to the consultation fee, they would always leave her a handful of freshly picked wild fruit or a basket of vegetables still covered in dew. Some children even gave her a large toad.

She would take a casual stroll around the village and always return with a lot of things in her hands. No matter where she was, the simple and honest people were always eager to feed her.

The dishes on Xiao Wujiu's table became visibly more abundant, and Bai Yu also gained weight, his feathers becoming smooth and glossy, and he looked radiant.

When Jiang Yi was being treated, it stood guard nearby, cawing and telling everyone in line to behave.

Every afternoon, Xiao Wujiu taught the children to read in the courtyard, while Bai Yu strolled around, occasionally poking the backs of those who were daydreaming with his goose beak, fulfilling his duty diligently.

Jiang Yichang leaned against the second-floor railing, using a soundproof array to block out her unpleasant piano music. While learning to play the piano according to the sheet music, she watched the group of children chattering and asking Xiao Wujiu many ridiculous questions.

But Xiao Wujiu always managed to explain the most profound truths to the children using the simplest things, and even Jiang Yi benefited greatly from it.

After teaching the characters, Xiao Wujiu carried a hoe to tend to his half-acre of radishes.

Jiang Yi didn't understand why a dying person would plant radishes.

Xiao Wujiu replied, "Radishes are especially sweet after being touched by frost in winter, and they are worth more than ginseng. If I survive the Cold Dew season, wouldn't I be able to taste frost-touched radishes again? If I don't survive, I'll leave these radishes for you to try, and you'll know that I'm not talking nonsense."

As dusk settled, Xiao Wujiu was in the courtyard, making his zither while pointing out Jiang Yi's incorrect fingering. "The strings of the zither are like a stream; you must let them flow naturally. Forcing them will only ruin the sound. Playing the zither is like cultivating the Tao; both advocate following nature and pursuing the state of harmony between man and nature."

Jiang Yi scoffed, "You, a mere mortal, dare to instruct cultivators on what the 'Dao' is?"

Xiao Wujiu laughed, “Alas, a short-lived mortal like me is like dew on a field ridge, gone as soon as the sun shines. But precisely because I don’t live long, I see the ‘Dao’ in a simpler way. Seniors, who live on wind and dew, seek the Great Dao of Longevity, while I, who grow radishes, am merely pondering the minor Dao of ‘how much water to water today, how many fewer worms to breed tomorrow.’ There are three thousand Dao methods, minor Daos are Dao, and the Dao of the Qin (a stringed instrument) is also Dao.”

“Look at this goose. It doesn’t see the difference between immortals and mortals. When it’s hungry, it snatches food; when it’s sleepy, it lies in its nest. It lives more happily than anyone else. Could this be considered its white-feathered ‘goose way of life’? If we’re talking about cultivation, I naturally can’t even compare to one of your fingers. But if we’re talking about ‘how to make the most of the days of dying,’ I know exactly how to do that.”

Jiang Yi couldn't help but sigh. This guy really is a knowledgeable person. If True Lord Huiyuan met him, they would probably discuss the Dao over wine and become close friends despite their age difference.

As night falls and the entire village sinks into darkness, Jiang Yi sometimes sits alone on the second-floor platform, gazing up at the cascading Milky Way, and sometimes practices his sword alone by the stream, dancing with fireflies.

She has temporarily put aside her laziness, partly because of her willful and capricious nature, and partly because the Dream Immortal Sect is operating in the shadows, and her lack of cultivation makes her very anxious.

The summer starlight was more dazzling than the spring starlight. The power of the Big Dipper pierced the sea of ​​consciousness like silver needles, colliding with the blood-red chains to create tiny sparks.

At first, she could only draw upon a few scattered starlight, but later the entire Milky Way was stirred by the increasingly condensed sword of divine consciousness in her sea of ​​consciousness, rippling through the night.

Life in the mountains flowed like a stream, and Jiang Yi's heart was unknowingly enriched by the vibrant life of the world.

She began to be able to taste which old tree on the back hill the apricots brought by the villagers came from; the one facing the sun always had a hint of sweetness, while the one in the shade had a hint of sourness.

She could tell at a glance that the children had made fewer mistakes on the sand table than the day before, and she would even slip a date into a child's pocket without making a sound when the child finally wrote the correct stroke.

The most unrestrained thing was when she played the zither. Whenever the pent-up emotions caused by the heartbreak came over her, she would casually pluck the strings, letting the shrill notes startle Bai Yu so much that her feathers would bristle and squawk.

Xiao Wujiu, clutching the newly made zither board, hid in a corner of the courtyard, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a mosquito, muttering to himself that she could make his Xiao family ancestors come back to life.

After venting his anger like this, Jiang Yi always felt more exhilarated and relieved than when he used his sword energy to split mountains in a fit of rage.

It is true that finding joy in the Tao cultivates one's character and refines one's temperament!
The mundane world, like sandpaper, polished her rekindled heart, making it even more warm and clear.

The once sharp and aggressive killing intent has gradually transformed into a long and tenacious strength, just like the new bamboo shoots after the spring rain. They may look tender, but every joint contains the power to break through the soil.

Divine will is like a sword; its strength lies not in its sharpness, but in its resilience.

On the night of the Beginning of Summer, when the first Heavenly Pivot Star Sword, formed from divine consciousness, resonated in the sea of ​​consciousness, the old man's words of wisdom from Xuandu Temple suddenly struck his heart like a morning bell.

Jiang Yi used this to sever the first Blood River Chain. Before the black mist that the chain had turned into had dissipated, the croaking of frogs outside the window had already become a continuous chorus.

As her cultivation level slowly recovered to the mid-stage of Qi Refining, Jiang Yi's expression remained calm as she reached out and caught a falling leaf.

The good thing about being alive isn't about living a long and healthy life, but about being able to hear the cicadas chirping even louder tonight than they did yesterday.

Jiang Yi stretched out her arms, yawned, bathed in starlight, and lay down on her side to sleep.

The next day, the sky was overcast, and a thunderstorm was imminent.

Jiang Yi was still asleep when she heard a commotion outside.

"Dr. Jiang, my shingles has flared up again. I'm still hungry after taking your medicine, and my arm still hurts. You haven't cured me!"

"Zhao Da, let me see her first. My daughter's nightmares, which were just cured, have flared up again. Last night she sleepwalked to the lakeside behind the mountain and now she can't be woken up no matter what I do."

(End of this chapter)