Gou Zai Qingluo Cave Heaven Cultivation

Previously, when students first entered a meditative state, many were restless and impatient.

Zhou Baoqing sat in the corner, not particularly noticeable, but his actions just now were too solemn.

This is absolutely unheard of for someone who is usually known as a "mischievous little devil."

Many people looked around, exchanging glances.

"Did you really knock your head out and make yourself stupid?"

"He's just putting on an act. He's probably afraid the teacher will check his bottom-of-the-barrel homework, so he's pretending to be well-behaved?"

"I bet he only filled half an incense stick at most."

Whispers arose, accompanied by several unfriendly, mocking glances.

It's no wonder they think that way.

The purification ceremony is complex and intricate, with different variations depending on the four seasons and the time of day (midnight and noon). It requires one to speak with one's heart and mind in unison, to always hold reverence for the great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and to have no superficial attitude whatsoever.

Even if the ritual is performed meticulously and the mind is at peace, the growth of the soul is as slow as a tortoise crawling.

For children this age, it might be okay for a day or two, but the effects aren't visible in a short time, so who can persist like this every day?

Therefore, even with the guidance of a master, most people are two-faced, habitually practicing breathing exercises directly without cultivating a clear mind.

Against this backdrop, Zhou Baoqing's behavior stands out like a crane among chickens, appearing stiff and affected.

Everyone else doesn't wipe their butts after they poop, but you're the only one who does. Are you being superior?

Zhou Baoqing heard all these subtle noises clearly.

If a real ten-year-old child were pointed at and talked about like this by a classmate, he would definitely blush and even stand up to argue in anger, and his breathing would be completely disrupted.

But Zhou Baoqing had long been prepared to attract attention after his "change".

After all, he can still excuse his personality change now by saying he's "grown up and become more sensible," but that might not be the case in the future. He doesn't want to live with the label of "brat" for the rest of his life.

Despite being prepared, the surrounding noise and constant talking were still quite bothersome.

Forcibly suppressing distracting thoughts is counterproductive and ineffective.

It's like trying to forget a whale; the first thing that comes to mind is a whale. The more you try to ignore these thoughts, the more likely you are to notice them.

Zhou Baoqing had a sudden inspiration and thought of the Green Snail clone in the small pond of Zhishui Pavilion.

Two bodies, one mind.

If the main consciousness is transferred to Qingluo, wouldn't it be able to largely block out the surrounding noise?

Let's give it a try; there's no harm in it if it doesn't work.

A wisp of consciousness, following a mysterious connection, sank into the senses of the green snail.

In an instant, the sounds of the wind, the rustling of bamboo leaves, and the whispers of classmates outside the hall were all shut out.

Instead, there is the sound of water, and a hazy, indistinct "dullness".

For a snail, there are no complex desires like those of humans, nor any anxieties or worries about the future; the world is extremely pure.

Its daily routine consists of sensing the temperature of the water flow, sniffing out nutrients in the silt, and detecting dangers in its surroundings.

This instinct-driven state of survival is remarkably similar to the "Great Dao of Nature" pursued by the cultivation world.

Through the snail's senses, Zhou Baoqing felt the touch of the pond water brushing against the snail's shell and the gentle movement of the aquatic plants in the water.

Water nourishes all things silently.

Gradually, the slightly agitated mind caused by excessive thinking calmed down with the slow and leisurely breathing of the green snail.

The noisy thoughts in my mind, like sand sinking to the bottom of a pool, gradually settle down.

Zhou Baoqing's breathing became longer and lighter, blending with the sound of the wind outside the hall, the sound of flowing water in the distance, and all things in nature.

He couldn't feel his hands and feet; his body was becoming lighter and lighter, as if he were floating into the sky.

Deep within the mind, the soul seems to be cleansed in a spring, washing away the dust.

One thought leads to selflessness.

This is an extremely mysterious experience.

He seemed to be thinking of nothing, yet he also seemed to be able to perceive all the subtle changes around him.

Su Wan, sitting slightly to the left, shifted her posture due to numbness in her legs. Zhou Changping lay sprawled out beside her, a drop of drool escaping from the corner of his mouth.

The wisp of smoke in the incense burner, blown by the wind, changed its straight trajectory and became winding.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the rising smoke from the incense burner.

Half an hour.

One hour.

Continuous breathing exercises are extremely taxing for children who haven't yet developed the ability to absorb qi into their bodies.

Most of the students in the courtyard couldn't hold on any longer.

Some started to twist their bodies, some secretly opened their eyes and rubbed their sore knees, and some had completely lost their breath and just sat cross-legged in a daze.

Even Su Wan, who possessed a mid-grade spiritual root, began to breathe erratically, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her neck.

Even so, many eyes lingered on her back.

It can be said that the longer one persists in breathing exercises, the better one's talent and temperament will be. This makes one a promising "seedling" for future foundation building, which is enough to make others envious.

After all, not everyone is born into a good family like Zhou Changping, that carefree chubby boy.

In today's world, all other pursuits are considered inferior, while cultivating immortality is considered superior. Cultivation is the only chance for ordinary people to rise above others.

"call."

Su Wan had already sensed the limits of her body; her meridians were sore and her mind was unsettled. Continuing to practice would have the opposite effect, so she ended her cultivation session.

Seeing her lose her strength, the little girl with her hair in a bun beside her said enviously, "Wanwan, you're the one who lasted the longest among us. You're really amazing."

She was genuinely envious, and there was also a hint of jealousy that she couldn't share with outsiders.

Why is it that someone like Su Wan, who comes from a good family, is talented, and hardworking, exists in the world?

People who are more talented than you are also more hardworking than you.

It truly makes one feel ashamed of their own abilities.

Su Wan looked around and saw that her companions were already lying on the ground without any regard for their image, and she felt a little smug.

He humbly replied, "Not at all, there are always people more capable than me, and there are always mountains beyond mountains. I still need to keep working hard."

The voice just fell.

A suppressed gasp came from the back row.

"Hiss... Zhou Baoqing! Why is he still in meditation?!"

The voice was extremely surprised, and for a moment it silenced the noise in the hall.

Su Wan was taken aback and looked in the direction of the sound.

In the corner, a purple bamboo stalk peeked in from the window, and beneath it, Zhou Baoqing, who never practiced cultivation, sat upright on a futon.

His eyes were slightly closed, his breathing was barely perceptible, and with each breath, a faint white mist lingered around his nose, exuding an extremely tranquil and natural charm.

"This is... a state of selflessness?!"

Su Wan looked astonished.

Although she was not a member of the same family, her father was a weapon refiner, so she had a broader perspective than the average student.

The initial signs of a clear mind are the ability to internally observe the flow of meridians. At this point, further cultivation of vital energy will be twice as effective. However, most students in the Chengdao class get stuck at this stage, and she was no exception.

The step to achieving inner peace is to enter a state of selflessness in this very thought.

The eyebrows have a cool, clear feel, allowing the mind to wander freely, undisturbed by external things.

If it were someone else entering this realm, Su Wan wouldn't be so surprised; she would simply assume they were less skilled and would quietly compete with them.

But why was it Zhou Baoqing who disturbed her Dao heart during this morning's lesson?