The lifting technique is the use of internal force. It is easy for him. It only involves a few acupuncture points on his legs. It is far simpler than the Shadowless Sword Heart Technique. He can master it as soon as he learns it.
When he was halfway through the journey, he was already able to perform the vertical lift technique, taking one step forward, which was enough to reach three steps away. In this way, he strode like lightning and reached home in only one-third of the time.
When he arrived at the door of his house, his body was warm, his blood was flowing, and he felt more comfortable walking than usual.
Pushing the door open, I saw my parents and sister-in-law Zhao Yiyi sitting in the courtyard.
"San'er, why are you back!?" Ms. Qin stood up and came over to greet her, saying softly.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Mom, what are you waiting for me to do!... I'm having a banquet at Chaoran Building tonight."
Li Zhuzhu snorted: "You bastard! You are enjoying the hot food and drink there, but your mother is worried about you at home. You are really heartless!"
Li Muchan put down the wooden box in his hand, put his arms around Qin's slim waist, and said with a smile: "It's my fault...Mom, have you eaten?"
Although Ms. Qin is already in her forties, she is still slim and her waist is almost as thin as that of her sister-in-law Zhao Yiyi.
Li Muchan pointed to the wooden box again: "I brought some good dishes, do you want to heat them up?"
"We will starve to death by the time you come back!" Li Zhuzhu said angrily.
Zhao Yiyi stepped forward, lifted up the wooden box, and said with a smile: "Uncle, we have already eaten, and there is still rice left in the pot for you."
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Okay, sister-in-law, bring it to me. I'm still hungry."
"We're having a banquet at Chaoran Tower and you're not full yet?!" Qin asked with a smile, slapping his big hand away and humming: "Stay away from me, you smell like alcohol!"
Li Muchan put his hand to his mouth and took a breath. The smell of alcohol was indeed very strong.
Zhao Yiyi quickly brought up four dishes, placed them in front of him, filled a bowl of millet porridge, and handed him chopsticks.
Li Muchan was indeed not full, because he kept picking up vegetables with his left hand, and it was difficult to take every bite. He was really hungry now.
"San'er, how do you hold chopsticks with your left hand?" Qin asked.
Li Muchan said: "I practice the sword too hard with my right hand, it hurts a little."
Mrs. Qin said distressedly: "It is a good thing to work hard, but you should also take it easy and don't hurt yourself."
Li Muchan nodded while picking up the food with his left hand and putting it in his mouth.
At this time, his left hand was much more flexible than in Chaoranlou. Although it was still difficult to pick up the food, he was finally able to finish it in one go and ate while talking.
Zhao Yiyi looked awkward from the side, seeing that Li Muchan could only use one hand and couldn't hold the bowl with chopsticks, so he picked up the bowl and said: "Uncle, let me help you!"
"Thank you sister-in-law!" Li Muchan did not refuse, nodded with a smile, and stretched out his mouth. Zhao Yiyi came forward and fed him a sip of millet porridge.
Mrs. Qin shook her head and reached out to take the bowl: "I'll do it, Yiyi!"
"Mom, no need, I'll do it!" Zhao Yiyi dodged it and said with a smile, "My uncle has a great appetite."
"Yes, I have increased my appetite a lot during this period of practice!" Mrs. Qin stopped insisting and said with a smile: "Eat more, and you will grow taller!"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "Mom, I don't want a wife, so why are you so tall?"
Mrs. Qin snorted: "You have to grow taller even if you don't have a wife!...Look at your eldest brother, he is a head taller than you. You are a big man, how can you be so thin!"
Li Muchan shook his head, took another sip of porridge, and said with a smile: "Eldest brother Yushu Linfeng, how can I compare to him? He is the boss, he should be taller."
"No, you just eat too little!" Mrs. Qin rolled her eyes at him.
Zhao Yiyi held the bowl, pursed her lips and smiled: "Mom, the quality of a man has nothing to do with his size."
"Why doesn't it matter!" Mrs. Qin said with a smile: "You like the boss, not because he is handsome. How can you like someone like San'er?!"
"Mom, look what you said!" Zhao Yiyi blushed. Fortunately, the moonlight was hazy and others could not see clearly. Only Li Muchan could see clearly, but he pretended not to see it.
Li Muchan ate while talking, and soon burped and said with a smile: "I'm full!"
He put down his chopsticks, took the bowl from Zhao Yiyi, and drank up the millet porridge.
After talking for a while, he urged the two elders to go back to the house to sleep. He went back to the house to meditate and visualize the gods and gods illuminating the sutra.
He is now familiar with the scripture of observing the light of gods, gods, and gods. After entering into concentration and observing again, a picture clearly appears in front of his eyes.
If you don't enter a state of concentration, you won't be able to observe at all.
No wonder Master Jikong couldn't understand it clearly. Firstly, he didn't have enough meditation skills. Secondly, he didn't think about just visualizing lakes, lotus flowers, and the sky.
At midnight, a drop of nectar fell from the sky and was absorbed by the lotus. Soon the screen exploded, darkness returned again, and the practice time passed.
He could clearly feel that the lotus petals were becoming clearer and more real, as if he could pick them with just one hand. They were bright and moving, and the lake water was getting clearer.
He sat down on the couch and paced on the floor, thinking about the Observation of Heaven and the Divine Illumination Sutra.
In the absence of gods and humans, although the lotus becomes more and more real and the lake becomes clearer and clearer, it is still not the true way of observing the gods and gods. There is always a method to follow.
Now there is no way to find it. Master Jikong failed to understand it until his death. Will I be like Master Jikong?
Just as I was thinking about it, my right arm suddenly felt numb, then sore, then numb again, and then sore again. The two alternated, and the cycle continued. My arm seemed to be electrified, and the sore and numb feeling went straight to the pit of my heart.
I was told this by my senior brother! Sure enough, it felt uncomfortable!
Li Muchan gritted his teeth and thought about the cure, and soon thought of meditation.
He then imagined that he was in the void, his senses were stripped away, everything was illusion and unreal, his right arm was still intact, and his whole body felt comfortable.
But as time went by, the soreness and numbness became worse, and evolved into pain. The pain was severe and jumping, as if my right arm was about to explode.
An idea struck him, and he suddenly visualized the celestial beings illuminating the Sutra.
Suddenly darkness fell in front of my eyes, and my thoughts seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, obscure and sluggish, and their rotation slowed down, getting slower and slower, almost stagnating.
Suddenly, another burst of severe pain came from his right arm. He gritted his teeth, concentrated his mind, and devoted himself to visualizing the pictures of gods, humans, and gods to forget the pain.
The pain became more and more severe, wave after wave. He concentrated wholeheartedly on the picture of heaven, man, and gods, and sank into the darkness, which weakened the pain a bit.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, his eyes flashed, and it seemed to get a little brighter. The brightness was slowly increasing. Although it was very slow, he could still feel it, like the night was fading away in the early morning.
He was overjoyed and hurriedly stopped the fluctuations in his heart, gathered his spirit, and concentrated on the pictures of heaven, humans, and gods.
Severe pain was still coming in waves, but his heart was full of joy, and his eyes were slowly getting brighter, as if day was coming and driving away the night.
Later, the darkness completely dissipated, and a picture appeared before his eyes in the soft light.