Zhu Tian: A journey of spiritual practice starting from Joy of Life

Chapter 269 Daily Life of Teaching Disciples

After seeing off the sullen Xiaoling, Leng Feibai first took Xiaomeng to Bei Mingzi to familiarize herself with the place and to confirm the teaching plan for Xiaomeng with Bei Mingzi.

After experiencing all of this last night, Leng Feibai stretched and lay quietly on the bed.

The next morning, after having breakfast, Xiaomeng went ahead to Beimingzi's place to attend his lecture.

Leng Feibai and Bei Mingzi had already discussed it. In the morning, Bei Mingzi would teach Xiaomeng Tianzong's theoretical knowledge, and in the afternoon, Leng Feibai would be responsible for guiding Xiaomeng in martial arts.

Just as Leng Feibai was clearing away the dishes, Xiao Ling, covered in sweat and panting, rushed into the courtyard and said, "Master...Master, your disciple has come..."

"Speak slower!"

As Leng Feibai spoke, he ladled out a bowl of porridge and handed it to Xiao Ling.

Seeing the porridge in front of her, Xiaoling, who was both hungry and thirsty, quickly started drinking it.

Looking at him, Leng Feibai said, "From now on, it will be 5:45 AM. After you finish running, have breakfast and then come here."

After Leng Feibai finished speaking, he subtly moved his fingers in his sleeve, and a cleaning talisman flew out, cleaning Xiao Ling's body of filth.

Xiao Ling stared in astonishment as the stains on her clothes disappeared, secretly praising Leng Feibai's skill. She quickly said, "Master, what did you do...?"

"It's just a little trick."

Leng Feibai asked in a deep voice, "Xiao Ling, you don't have a Daoist name yet, do you?"

Xiao Ling quickly shook his head after hearing this, since he had just become an apprentice and how could he possibly have a Taoist name?

"Your Daoist name will be Qinghan!"

As Leng Feibai spoke, he took out a scroll of bamboo slips he had prepared in advance from the embroidery.

"I have already prepared notes for this scroll of 'Autumn Waters of Ten Thousand Rivers.' You should start cultivating from there..."

Leng Feibai yawned and said, "Once you've mastered the basics, my special teaching plan can begin."

"Special teaching plan?"

Xiao Ling held the bamboo slip, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"Relying solely on meditation and qi cultivation is not enough to improve your strength."

Leng Feibai said calmly, "My special teaching plan can at least shorten the time it takes for you to become stronger. Do you need it?"

After hearing this, Xiao Ling gritted her teeth and said, "This disciple is willing, as long as it allows me to quickly gain the strength to find my sister. This disciple is willing to accept Master's special plan."

Seeing Xiaoling's expression, Leng Feibai smiled slightly, turned around and cleared the dishes on the table, saying, "Now you should go back and focus on your cultivation. At least we can only proceed with the special teaching plan after you help Wan Chuan Qiu Shui cultivate to a minor level."

Xiao Ling nodded after hearing this. Although, based on his understanding of Leng Feibai, he knew that the special training plan he proposed would definitely put him through a lot of trouble.

But if this can improve my strength, I wouldn't mind.

Seeing Xiaoling's appearance, Leng Feibai shook his head, flew away from the courtyard, and headed towards the back mountain.

Mount Taiyi is quite large, with lush vegetation, so there are also many wild animals.

From small pheasants and rabbits to large wild boars and deer; although they are not found all over the mountains, they are still easy to encounter.

It was noon when Xiaomeng dragged her small body back to Leng Feibai's courtyard. As soon as she entered, a rich aroma of meat filled her nostrils.

"Junior Sister is back!"

Leng Feibai came out of the house carrying a pot of cooked chicken soup and said, "Have you come in for lunch?"

Looking at the chicken soup in Leng Feibai's hand, Xiaomeng swallowed hard. For her, meat was a rare delicacy.

Back when I was at home, we could only eat a little bit of it during holidays and festivals.

"Don't come here yet!"

Hearing Leng Feibai's shout, Xiaomeng quickly ran over and began to drink the chicken soup in large gulps.

Watching Xiaomeng devour her food, Leng Feibai felt a sense of satisfaction, and his eyes unconsciously conjured up a figure that resembled Xiaomeng.

In an instant, Leng Feibai frantically shook his head, trying to shake the image that had suddenly appeared in his mind out of his head.

"Brother!"

Xiaomeng was startled and couldn't help but ask, "Are you alright?"

"No problem!"

Leng Feibai let out a soft breath and said, "Junior sister, you eat first, I'll go back to my room for a while."

After saying that, Leng Feibai flashed back into the house, then sat down cross-legged and focused his mind into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Looking at the inner demon still imprisoned by his own magic, a strange glint flashed in Leng Feibai's eyes.

With his current level of cultivation, he has completely suppressed his inner demons, so it's impossible for him not to sense their actions.

In addition, his self-created Spirit Suppression Technique far surpasses more than 90% of the spells in the Spell Pavilion that suppress inner demons, so his inner demon should no longer be able to affect him.

"Damn it, killing you would only make you stronger. I would have destroyed you long ago!"

Leng Feibai cursed inwardly, then used the Suppressing Spirit Technique to reinforce the barrier sealing the inner demons before leaving his sea of ​​consciousness.

Xiaomeng had finished lunch by then. Seeing this, Leng Feibai took out the Heavenly Sect Basic Heart Sutra that he had prepared earlier and handed it to her.

"I've already marked out all the points that need attention during cultivation!"

Leng Feibai said calmly, "If there's anything you don't understand, come ask me again."

Xiaomeng rubbed her bloated stomach, took the bamboo slips, and began to study them on her own.

Seven days later, in the morning, in a secluded spot on the back of Mount Taiyi.

Xiao Ling ran breathlessly down the hillside, carefully sensing the changes around her.

The next moment, the surrounding space distorted, and two black holes appeared out of thin air. At the same time, two beams of multicolored light shot out from the black holes and blasted towards Xiao Ling.

"Again!"

Xiao Ling seemed used to it, using her movement techniques to dodge the impact of the beams of light.

But he also became a complete mess.

At the same time, not far from the hillside, Leng Feibai and Chisongzi appeared together.

Watching Xiao Ling dodge left and right, Chi Songzi stroked his beard and said, "Junior brother's training methods are indeed quite good. In just a few days, Junior Nephew Qinghan's lightness skills and movement techniques have improved a lot."

"Ok!"

Leng Feibai nodded, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.

After all, Chisongzi had no idea how miserable he and Fan Xian were when they were beaten by Wuzhu back then.

Thinking of this, Leng Feibai waved his hand again, and six black holes reappeared.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Ling was terrified and couldn't help but wonder if she had offended her master.

A beam of light burst forth, and Xiao Ling dodged left and right, but was ultimately hit by the fifth beam and knocked to the ground on the spot.

Upon seeing this, Leng Feibai and Chi Songzi used the technique of blending with the world to teleport to Xiao Ling's side.

"Master!" Xiao Ling struggled to her feet and complained, "You've gone a bit too far! Who can escape the Six Paths at once?"

After hearing this, Leng Feibai said nothing and instantly moved away from the two of them.

The next moment, his figure appeared two hundred meters away from their field of vision.

At the same time, forty black holes, some near and some far, appeared around Leng Feibai.

Multicolored beams of light shot out one after another. Leng Feibai sensed the speed of the beams and, without using the Cloud Step technique, his figure danced in the air like a gentle breeze under the bombardment of the beams, easily avoiding each strike.

Seeing Leng Feibai's expression, Xiaoling couldn't help but look at Chisongzi and ask, "Sect Master, is my master even human?"

After hearing this, Chishongzi sighed and said, "My master once told me that my junior brother's mind is not calm enough. Moreover, he is unwilling to practice the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique. Otherwise, my junior brother might have been able to embark on the legendary path of ascension."

"Why?"

Xiao Ling couldn't help but ask, "Supreme Forgetfulness is the strongest path in the sect, why doesn't Martial Uncle want to cultivate it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Feibai instantly appeared beside the two of them and said in a calm tone, "The Supreme Forgetfulness may suit most of the disciples in the sect, but it is definitely not suitable for me?"

Before Chisongzi could speak, Leng Feibai turned to look at him and said calmly, "I have a question for you, senior brother: what is the origin of lust?"

"What kind of question is this!"

Chishongzi asked in bewilderment, "People are born with it!"

"Then can I assume that desire is a gift from heaven and earth to all living beings?"

Leng Feibai posed a question that struck right to the heart of Chisongzi: "Is the Supreme Forgetfulness in accordance with Heaven's will or against it?"

Upon hearing these words, Chishongzi felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

The Heavenly Sect prides itself on following the will of Heaven, but if they truly acted according to Leng Feibai's words, wouldn't the Supreme Forgetfulness be defying Heaven? Could it be...?

"Cough cough!"

Leng Feibai coughed twice, his voice containing a surge of true qi, which brought Chisongzi back to his senses.

"Why should you take a few words of nonsense to heart, senior brother?"

Leng Feibai laughed and said, "In my opinion, cultivation is about following one's own nature. As long as it's not for evil purposes, then just do whatever makes you happy."

Looking at Leng Feibai's appearance, Chisongzi suddenly felt that sometimes being carefree was a good thing.

"I'll head back first!"

Although Chisongzi still had doubts, he did not talk to Leng Feibai any further. Instead, he turned and left, intending to go and talk to his martial uncle.

Watching Chisongzi leave, Leng Feibai turned to Xiaoling and asked, "How's your 'Ten Thousand Rivers Autumn Water' training going?"

"With the help of my master's true energy, my disciple's Autumn Waters Technique has already reached the minor completion stage!"

Xiao Ling scratched his head and said, "If I don't slack off, it will probably take another half a month to cultivate the Autumn Water of Ten Thousand Rivers to the middle stage!"

Leng Feibai nodded after listening and said, "Wan Chuan Qiu Shui emphasizes gradual progress; don't rush it. I was able to reach mastery within a month due to special circumstances, so you don't need to worry about your slow progress. By the way, I remember you don't practice swordsmanship, right?"

At this point, Leng Feibai paused and said, "After mastering the Autumn Waters of Ten Thousand Rivers, I created a palm technique based on it. Since you don't practice swordsmanship, I'll pass this palm technique on to you!"

Xiao Ling was overjoyed upon hearing this. He was indeed not fond of swordsmanship, so he planned to cultivate the Qi Gong techniques of the Heavenly Sect. He never expected that his good master would also have a fist technique that could be used in conjunction with Wan Chuan Qiu Shui.

Seeing Xiaoling's appearance, Leng Feibai didn't say much. He only said "Come with me" and then flew straight ahead.

Before long, the two arrived at a riverbank behind the mountain.

Leng Feibai pointed to the riverbed and said, "Qinghan, look at this river. What can you see?"

After listening, Xiaoling stared intently at the flow of the river, her eyes thoughtful. Then she turned and replied, "The river sometimes flows slowly, and sometimes it speeds up with the help of the wind. It is unpredictable and ever-changing."

"Not bad!"

Leng Feibai said calmly, “The highest good is like water. Water may seem gentle and harmless, but it is unpredictable. Every year, countless people die because they fall into rivers or because of floods. Xiao Ling, I will teach you a palm technique called the Illusionary Wave Round Palm. This palm technique can manipulate water vapor to create waves and whirlpools to kill or repel enemies.”

As Leng Feibai spoke, he swung his hand in the air, and at the same time, the moisture contained in the river and air surged into Leng Feibai's palm.

The next moment, waves, whirlpools, and other changes appeared one after another on Leng Feibai's attack.

Looking at the towering waves, the whirlpools in the water, and the giant dragon formed by the water flow, Xiao Ling's eyes were filled with excitement.

Leng Feibai immediately stopped his fist and landed beside Xiao Ling, saying, "Remember, the reason I can unleash such power in my palm technique is because of my abundant internal energy. When you practice your fist techniques in the future, do not neglect the cultivation of your internal energy cultivation method."

Xiaoling nodded, indicating that she would be careful.

Seeing this, Leng Feibai gave a few more instructions before passing on the palm technique of the Illusionary Wave Palm.

"The palm strikes smoothly, like flowing water or a clear stream. The fist strikes powerfully, like waves. The strength of the fist and palm is outwardly soft but inwardly firm. It follows the principle of water dripping through stone, and the power of waves..."

Listening to Leng Feibai recite the palm technique, Xiao Ling initially found it obscure and difficult to understand, but after careful thought, she also grasped its profound meaning.

Meanwhile, not far from here.

Two figures, one tall and one short, appeared simultaneously behind an ancient tree that was as thick as five people could hug.

"Is that Master Qingyang from the Heavenly Sect?"

The older one whispered, "I heard from the sect leader that Uncle Qingyang is naturally studious, but he also asks a lot of tricky questions, so his relationship with the other elders of the Heavenly Sect isn't very good!"

"what!"

The younger one whispered after hearing this, "But I think Senior Brother Qingyang has a pretty good relationship with the other senior brothers and sisters!"

The older one wanted to say something more, but just then, Leng Feibai's voice came from afar, "Gentlemen, it's impolite to gossip behind people's backs. Should I invite you over, or will you come over yourselves?"

As soon as those words were spoken, the two people behind the tree couldn't help but shiver.

Before the two could make a choice, a whirlwind shield rose up around them, bringing them to Leng Feibai's front.

"So it's Junior Sister Xiaomeng!"

Leng Feibai looked at the young man beside him and said, "This gentleman is..."

The young man quickly cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Disciple Qingxuan greets Martial Uncle Qingyang!"

Leng Feibai waved his hand and said, "So you're a disciple of the Human Sect. Kid, are you here to escape the hustle and bustle?"

"That's it!"

Qingxuan said apologetically, "I originally came here to rest for a while, but I ran into Martial Aunt Xiaomeng and chatted with her for a bit."

"Then get busy!"

As Leng Feibai spoke, he pulled Xiao Ling away from the riverbank.

Meanwhile, in Bei Mingzi's room, Chi Songzi walked in looking dejected.

Upon seeing Chisongzi's appearance, Beimingzi couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"

Chisongzi said with a heavy expression and helplessness, "Uncle-Master, Junior Brother Qingyang has uprooted the Heavenly Sect."

After saying that, Chisongzi directly told Leng Feibai about how he called the Supreme Forgetfulness a way against the heavens.

Bei Mingzi laughed after hearing this, "This kid has a strange way of thinking. Chi Songzi, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)