Taoist Mo Shang patted his belly happily, and then threw the remaining two pieces of venison on the table to the big fox next to him.
He said to Jiang Sibai with satisfaction: "Anyway, thank you for your hospitality."
"I won't let you suffer as a poor fellow. If you have any questions tonight, just ask them."
Is this an opportunity for Jiang Sibai to answer questions?
Of course he was extremely happy and quickly asked about the practice related to health preservation.
He has been practicing that health-preserving technique for ten years. He just feels that something is wrong if he is not getting better or worse. But in fact, the benefits are obvious.
It is this health-preserving technique that has kept his body-refining skills improving over the years.
And the fact that he was able to wield a sledgehammer and forge swords at the age of nine was actually due to the dual blessings of physical training and health maintenance.
This kind of hammer-forging practice further promoted his body-refining skills, allowing him to accumulate extremely strong physical assets.
This will give him a divine help in the next three years of swordsmanship training.
Everything seems to form a cycle.
Jiang Sibai did not hide these insights and told them to Taoist Mo Shang, and then looked forward to his comments.
This is the difficulty of not having a guide. He can only figure it out by himself along the way, and no one can tell him whether it is right or wrong.
Taoist Mo Shang listened to Jiang Sibai's words with a weird expression, and then actually scratched his head, showing an expression that wanted to laugh but couldn't.
Finally, seeing that Jiang Sibai was really worried, he said, "You actually practiced that 'health-preserving technique' for ten years?"
Jiang Sibai quickly asked: "Is there anything wrong with this method?"
Taoist Mo Shang said: "There is a problem, but it seems to be a good thing."
He himself felt that it was unclear what he said, so he scratched his head again before saying: "Xiao Bai, I'll call you Xiao Bai."
The big white fox next to me immediately raised its head, thinking it was calling it.
Taoist Mo Shang rubbed his head with his hands and said: "From now on, you will be called 'Dabai'. Who made you so fat?"
The big white fox was rubbed so hard that it became dizzy.
Jiang Sibai looked at it and felt quite complicated. He suddenly disliked his nickname.
Then Taoist Mo Shang turned around and said, "Xiaobai, what you are practicing is actually called the "Guarding the Middle and Strengthening the Origin Method". It is used by those who are getting older to condition their bodies before they start practicing."
"There is nothing wrong with saying it is a health-preserving technique. After all, although some people are born with the heart of Taoism, they may suffer physical exhaustion while living in the mortal world and giving birth to children. The body will already be broken. If they do not maintain the Zhonggu Yuancha
How can we cultivate by making up for our mistakes?"
"I think that when the senior brother of Yuandaofeng left this method to you, Jiang really felt pity for Prince Ji's desire to follow the Tao. I hope that since he has the intention, he will practice this method well, and then he can enter the door of cultivation."
"It's a pity that judging from the performance of the watchers in the past few times, King Ji Ji failed to practice the "Defending the Middle and Strengthening the Origin Method" well."
Taoist Mo Shang said it tactfully, but it also explained why those cultivators in Luo Yun Fairyland were so polite to the Jiang family's children.
After all, being in the world of wealth and power, I am afraid that the only thing he cares about is "Ye Gong loves dragons".
Jiang Sibai asked a little discouraged: "Then all these years of training are in vain?"
Taoist Mo Shang shook his head and said, "Why is it Bai Lian?"
"The practice of quiet and silent practice is to seek the true ethereal nature to nourish the mind, to practice the acquired leakage of the body to return to a child, and then to use the essence to strengthen the whole body's qi and blood."
"Only when the Qi and blood are strong, can the Qi be refined and transformed, and the path of spiritual practice can begin."
"And now that your essence is strong and your energy and blood are flowing endlessly, you can implement the method of refining and transforming your energy, and you can save yourself the hard work of building a foundation."
Jiang Sibai couldn't help but feel touched after hearing this. He asked: "Excuse me, Master, can I learn the method of refining Qi now?"
Taoist Mo Shang smiled and said: "You only need to use your mind to guide and lift the essence into the sandalwood. This is the situation when the essence is filled and it will flow naturally."
Jiang Sibai's eyes instantly brightened after hearing this, and he could hardly wait to try it.
Taoist Mo Shang hurriedly advised: "Don't be hasty, don't be hasty. Although you can practice Qi at night, the Qi you exhale and breathe in after all is often filled with evil spirits. It is best to practice Qi breathing and breathing in the morning when the sun is rising."
He taught earnestly and earnestly, as if he had already accepted this disciple.
Now it seems that both of them have a tacit understanding. Jiang Sibai will not miss this master, and Taoist Mo Shang will not miss this disciple.
In fact, after Taoist Mo Shang heard about Jiang Sibai's experience and persistence, he put aside his prejudice against the royal family's children and looked at the child again. He felt that this tenacious heart to follow the Tao and this cultivation had achieved success.
The talent...
If you don’t say it anymore, saying it too much will make you feel inferior.
The old man and the young man began to eat and drink happily again. The homemade rice wine in Baiyi was also quite clear and delicious, which made the old man's face turn red and he gradually got high.
And Jiang Sibai seemed to see the hope of starting his own practice, and his eyes were filled with red fire.
But that’s not right. Why are there really bursts of red light in the western sky?
He was startled suddenly, the blood all over his body was flushed, and the alcohol evaporated from the sweat glands all over his body.
He quickly called the housekeeper and asked, "Old Zhong, what's going on?"
At this time, the farmers' exclamations came from outside: "The water has broken out. Young Master Xiaobai's new grain pile is on fire. Come and put out the fire!"
"Oh, it turns out that the newly harvested corn this autumn is on fire."
Jiang Sibai's mind was still a little confused, so he didn't pay much attention to this idea.
Later, when he thought about it, it seemed that there was nothing to worry about, since everything was already on fire.
So he said: "Don't worry too much, everyone. The new grain stacks are stored independently in the west. If you want to burn them, you can only burn that one. Once burned, the fire will be extinguished."
The old housekeeper really felt that iron could not make steel. He said: "Sir, how can you say such things as if you are not an insider?"
"That's the new grain harvested this autumn. If it burns out, what will you eat in the New Year?"
Jiang Sibai said matter-of-factly: "It's not like we don't have Chen Liang to help us, so it won't be a problem."
"Besides, our blacksmith shop in Baiyi has made a lot of money in recent years. What is missing that we can't spend money to buy?"
Butler Zhong could only say "Hey!" and then led others to help put out the fire.
Jiang Sibai felt a little bored and didn't understand what could happen if these people worked so hard all day long?
His own master didn't think anything of it, so why were they so worried?
Turning around to go back to drink, Jiang Sibai discovered that the old Taoist looked a little confused somewhere?
He looked at Jiang Sibai soberly while holding the wine cup, and then asked: "Does your family have a lot of surplus food?"
Jiang Sibai shook his head and said, "It's not much, but if you have enough grain, you can store it for three months. If you fish every day or use money to trade with hunters for some meat, you can always wait for next autumn's harvest safely."
Taoist Mo Shang was quite surprised and said: "You can see clearly. The old housekeeper is right. He feels a little 'unlike the people here'."
Jiang Sibai suddenly sobered up again after hearing this.
He knew that Butler Zhong and Taoist Mo Shang were right. Even though he had done so many things in this world, he still felt like he was separated by a layer of separation.
At this time, the feeling was even more obvious when he was slightly drunk. It was as if he had put on a layer of flesh shell to exist in this world, and it was as if he could ride on the wind and fly away at any time as long as he took off his 'flesh shell'.
He shook his head to wake himself up and focused his eyes on the present.
Jiang Sibai chuckled and said, "I just feel that those are just external things. Compared with the feeling that I have made progress every time through my own practice, they are not worthy of the Tao or the Tao."
Taoist Mo Shang's eyes flashed with admiration, and then he suddenly stopped and said no more.
Jiang Sibai was just wondering when he suddenly heard a dense set of footsteps coming from far and near among the chaotic shouts outside.
Only then did he wake up and said: "It turns out that this fire was man-made, and now an evil guest has come to visit."