Gou Zai Qingluo Cave Heaven Cultivation

Before we knew it, the sun was high in the sky.

Zhou Baoqing put down the "Qingjin Talisman Manual" and rubbed his sore eyes.

It's driving me crazy.

It feels like I've lost a few strands of hair.

Compared to the carefree spirit of sword cultivators slaying demons and monsters in "Map of the Southern Territory," the talisman manual is incredibly dry and boring to read, tasteless and painful to swallow.

A talisman is woven from several basic runes.

The beginning, turning point, and ending of each rune are all regulated.

A slight error in the initial stroke will result in a broken talisman.

If the turning point is even slightly off, the symbol becomes useless.

The ending was delayed by half a breath, and the meaning of the talisman was revealed.

It is varied, complex, and profound.

"No wonder Confucius said that an ordinary person spends ten years honing a single character in calligraphy, while a cultivator spends ten years drawing a single talisman."

Although there is an element of exaggeration, it still reveals the difficulty of the art of talismanic practice.

If talismans are so difficult to make, then alchemy and formations are even more challenging.

It is evident that even mastering the four most powerful skills among the myriad arts of cultivation is not easy.

The road ahead is long and arduous.

However, Zhou Baoqing had read so many cultivation novels in his previous life, and now that he was finally able to cultivate immortality in this life, he was quite excited, even though he didn't say it. His determination to pursue the Dao was very strong, and he was willing to work hard.

If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening!

The only problem right now is that I feel like I don't have enough time!

Just as he was about to turn the page, he suddenly remembered something and slapped his thigh.

The pennywort I planted last night!

He quickly sat up and touched the long robe he was wearing.

Last time I went into the cave, I was unprepared and ended up getting soaked.

This time, he simply and decisively took off all his clothes.

We need to think of a way.

As Zhou Baoqing undressed, he muttered to himself, "I can't go in naked every time and pretend it's 'returning to simplicity and embracing nature,' can I?"

If I could quickly reach the Qi Refining Realm and learn a water-avoidance technique, I wouldn't have this kind of trouble.

Unfortunately, he is still two minor realms away from "rebirth" and "cultivating qi" before he can truly draw qi into his body.

There is no water-avoidance technique, but there is a substitute.

In Qinglin Bay, every fishing family owns a small wooden boat and a small bamboo raft.

I took a small boat and floated on the water of the cave, sitting on it to read and cultivate myself, which solved my immediate problem.

Once a thought arises, the mind becomes increasingly active and ingenious.

"Make a note of this. Once you've recovered, go to the bay entrance to look for it."

Zhou Baoqing casually picked up a teacup, and with a thought, he once again vanished into the Green Snail Cave.

…………

The water shimmered and glowed with golden light.

The day and night cycles in the cave are exactly the same as those in the outside world, and the dome allows one to see the sunrise in the east and the moon rising and setting.

There was no wind, and the water barely moved, making it look like a stagnant pool, lacking any sense of life.

Zhou Baoqing straightened up and looked at the corner of the green sand where he had buried pennywort the night before.

He immediately exclaimed "Huh?"

The unassuming grass had grown to three times the size of a copper coin, with a faint bluish-green sheen flowing between its veins, showing a different appearance from yesterday.

"Is this an advanced treasure plant?"

Zhou Baoqing's eyes revealed joy.

Treasure plants are transitional items between ordinary herbs and spiritual plants. Their leaves have a bluish glow and their roots contain a shallow spiritual essence. Although they are not suitable for use in elixirs, they can be used as seasoning in the kitchen. Over time, they nourish the blood and qi, making them extraordinary treasures even in the mortal world.

Now, a common plant, having entered the grotto, has developed spiritual energy under the influence of the blessed land and its spiritual waters.

What if it's a precious plant, or a true spiritual plant?

If a body of water ten feet deep is planted with spiritual herbs, it can become a small, self-sufficient spiritual garden!

It's just unclear whether this "advanced" process is constantly changing.

One can try out a few ordinary grasses and flowers, or even precious plants and fish, one by one, until one can figure out the laws governing the spiritual transformation of the grotto.

Zhou Baoqing became more and more excited as he thought about it.

The vague thoughts I had about Lingpu, Lingtang, and Lingdao a few days ago have finally found a foothold now.

Once they have mastered the magic of immortality, they will fill in the earth to create land and build a blessed island.

Spirit fish are raised in the lake, and spirit herbs are planted on the island. It's a paradise where one can live a carefree and leisurely life!

Thinking of this, a strange tenderness welled up in his heart.

In my past life, I lived in a shared apartment in the South Fifth Ring Road. The room was less than six square meters, and the view outside the window was always of the dusty air conditioner units of the building across the street. Even keeping a potted green plant was considered too much of a hassle.

In this life, I have unexpectedly possessed such a wondrous and vast world.

This sense of groundedness is something that no amount of magical power can match.

If it weren't so uncomfortable in the water, I would want to sleep here at night; it's so peaceful and comfortable!

They were dreaming of a wonderful future.

A series of "thump-thump" footsteps came from above the green snail.

broken!

Zhou Baoqing scooped a cup of water with a teacup, quickly left the cave, and stood on the ground for a moment, leaving a watermark under his feet.

He pulled out a dry cloth, quickly wiped his arms, legs, and soles of his feet dry, and then deftly put on his underpants and long shirt.

Then he stuffed the damp cloth onto the bed and hid the teacup under the bed.

When Chen pushed open the door and came in, she was already sitting cross-legged on the bed, flipping through the "Southern Border Herbal Manual". Her hair was a little messy, but her face was rosy.

"Brother Bao, drink this fish soup while it's hot."

"it is good."

Zhou Baoqing picked up the soup bowl, pretended to blow on it twice, finished the fish soup, and then said that he was tired and wanted to rest for a while.

Chen looked at him suspiciously, said, "Just stay indoors and rest today, don't bother yourself in the wind," and then left with her bowl.

He finally let out a long sigh of relief after his mother left.

Very risky.

He managed to get away with it by pretending to be innocent.

In fact, he believed that if he told his mother about the cave, Chen would never harm him, given her kind heart.

But this is not a good thing. The methods in the cultivation world are unpredictable, and speaking carelessly may bring trouble to your family.

The secret is a secret because only Zhou Baoqing knows it.

…………

The sun slanted down onto the blue brick floor of the Zhou family's courtyard, where a pair of blue water chickens paced along the wall, pecking at the scattered bits of rice.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the courtyard gate.

"Coming, coming! Who is it?"

Ms. Chen responded and quickly went to open the door.

Then I saw a man in his thirties with a round, pale face. Before he even spoke, he smiled.

The person who came was Sister Lian, carrying a bamboo food box in her hand, and behind her was a tall and thin boy, Wang Gou'er.

When Chen saw it was her, and then glanced at Wang Gou'er behind the door, who was standing there with his neck stiff and a defiant look on his face, her anger, which had been suppressed, suddenly flared up again.

"Sister Lian, you've already brought the dog here this morning, the sun had just risen above the wall. How thoughtful of you!"

They're still holding back their anger.

Sister Lian understood, but her smile remained unchanged.

"It's all my fault for not raising my son properly, causing Bao Ge'er to be unconscious for three days. I know your family was heartbroken. Today, I heard that Bao Ge'er has finally woken up, and the first thing I did was bring Qingzhi to your door to apologize to Bao Ge'er."

He spoke calmly and slowly, always considering things from the Zhou family's perspective, which made him sound very humane.

"I am not an unreasonable person."

Chen's anger subsided little by little, but the thought of the wound on her son's forehead still made her unable to hold back. "But Bao-ge'er is our only son, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, a soft cough came from the inner room.

Zhou Changgeng strolled out, his expression still quite amiable: "Sister-in-law Lian has arrived, please come in and sit down."

Upon hearing this, Chen was taken aback.

A hint of surprise flashed in Lian's eyes. She had prepared herself to be scolded in the yard, but she didn't expect that Master Zhou would invite her into the house as soon as he opened his mouth.

He then pulled Wang Gou'er and followed the Zhou family into the main room.

Chen went to pour tea with a sullen face.

The room was quiet for a while, with only the loud, faint sound of tea being poured.

Seeing this, Sister Lian pursed her lips and gently pushed the food box to the center of the table. "This is a little bit of my cooking skills as an apology. Please don't find it offensive."

When the lid was lifted, a plate of neatly arranged pastries was revealed.

The cake is shaped like a lotus flower with green leaves, lifelike, with glistening dewdrops between the flower's stamens, and a sweet aroma fills the room.

This is lotus seed rice cake.