Chapter 49 Sending a surprise, an old friend is coming
After dinner, Mr. Chen took the hot towel and wiped his hands and the corners of his mouth. He stood up and walked out, saying: "You guys should rest early after cleaning up. Don't wait for me. I may practice very late."
Ying'er led Han'er to salute and send the young master out of the main room. He then watched the young master walk into the west room and closed the door.
Ying'er took Han'er and sat down again, and continued to eat and use vegetables, saying: "Clear all the meat, vegetables and soup on the table. Don't leave anything behind. You eat too little. That's not possible. How can you eat less?"
Do you have the strength to serve a good master?"
When Han'er saw that the plump and plump Ying'er was eating happily, he no longer held back and let go to enjoy the meal.
When she was in a dental building, in order to maintain a slim figure, she was warned to eat less at every meal, otherwise she would be rejected by the owner and sold. It was very miserable. She had not had a full meal for a long time, and she had been greedy for fat for several years.
Braised pork without being greasy.
I often wake up hungry in the middle of the night.
When I touched my mouth, it was filled with saliva.
"Sister Ying'er, Mr. Master practices at night, why don't you light a lamp?"
Looking at the three dark rooms in the west house, Haner swallowed the food in his mouth and couldn't help but asked in a low voice with curiosity.
"Young Master is a practicing god. You can still see without lighting a lamp at night. Please remember not to go to the West Room at any time. Young Master is usually easy to talk to, but we can't enter the three rooms in the West Room. We can't even take half a step. If you don't obey, you will be punished.
Beat him to death, or sell him."
Ying'er gave another serious warning.
Han'er shook her head vigorously with a look of horror on her face. She didn't even go to the west room when there was a fire.
"Let's eat. The food is getting cold. I'll give you a piece of meat."
"Thank you, sister Ying'er."
Chen Mou, who was in the quiet room of the West House, heard the conversation between the two maids. The corner of his mouth curled up with a smile. He was relieved to have the guidance of the sensible Ying'er. In the next moment, he traveled to a cave in another world.
Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Chen Mouping calmed down for a moment. He first emptied his mind, and then carefully recalled the Nine Palaces and Nine Swords that Master Cui had casually practiced. He had a good memory, and in his mind were overlapping sword shadows, some clear and some slightly blurry.
Master Cui drew his sword too fast and he memorized the trajectories of the first three swords.
He took out a piece of white paper and a pen, and based on the memory he had reviewed three times, he roughly drew the sword directions for the first three postures on the white paper, and marked the subtle priorities with words. He was worried that he would forget the initial memory after a long time.
After dismantling the sword moves for a long time, he suddenly discovered that the three sword moves covered six or seven of the thirty-six sword moves he had learned.
That is to say, later generations expanded the Nine Palaces and Nine Swords seriously.
He stood up and drew his sword, practicing the three sword techniques he had memorized in the stone hall, slowly getting to know the rhythm, and then combining it with his familiar sword path to study the secrets of moving the sword and exerting force.
Start practicing the Nine Palaces and Thirty-Six Postures all over again.
He has a general idea in his heart, which is to simplify the complex.
Unknowingly, I practiced until the sun was in the middle of the sky, which was midnight in another world.
He would practice his studies every morning and morning. In the afternoon, he would spend time blacksmithing, reading, or attending classes at Lun Dao Hall. He would also take some time to go shopping in the Shandingfang Market. His evenings would not be regular and would mostly be used to strengthen a certain aspect of practice.
Return to the quiet room, scoop out water and wash yourself briefly.
Walking alone in the quiet eaves corridor, the cold moonlight shines in the courtyard, and the remaining snow reflects the blue light of the sky, making it even more quiet.
Push the ajar door of the main room, close it gently, and walk into the bedroom with the light on.
The two maids were under the same quilt on the bed, sleeping soundly together.
Blow out the light, undress and lie down on the quilt next to the bed. Mr. Chen smells the woman's fragrance, suppresses the thoughts in his heart, adjusts his breathing, and prepares to practice the exercises in a lying position until he falls asleep.
A soft body quietly crossed the line and got into his big quilt.
You don’t even have to reach out to touch it to know it’s Ying’er, the little fairy.
"Young Master is warm next to you."
Ying'er muttered and leaned into his arms.
How can Mr. Chen endure this? He must be punished according to the family law.
Ying'er giggled and stretched out her hand to lift off the quilt on the side, shouting: "Don't pretend to be asleep, Han'er, come here and serve the young master."
The fire she deliberately stirred up must be dragged into the water by the new maid.
Okay, let's work together to give him a surprise.
Now that the water has flowed into the channel, we just go with the flow and do it without too many worries.
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Early the next morning, Mr. Chen continued to practice as usual. Human relations were just an embellishment on his path of cultivation.
In this world of mortals, don’t let the wonderful scenery go by, and don’t let your mind wander back to the original road.
I do my own thing and think my way.
In the afternoon, he came to Lundao Hall again, bowed and met Master Zhang, the lecturer. The two were already old acquaintances.
Chen Mou practiced the Breath Condensation Technique, Photography Object Technique, Breathing Energy Technique and Flame Technique, put forward some ideas and questions he had accumulated in recent days, and asked the experienced Master Zhang for advice.
Master Zhang thought for a long time and said with a smile: "The breath-holding technique you learned is a widely circulated one. If you want to achieve a unique and outstanding breath-holding effect, in addition to spending time and hard work, there is another way to learn other methods.
A more sophisticated breath-containing technique."
Chen Mou felt a little depressed.
It means you have to pay more.
It's not that he is reluctant to spend spiritual stones, this approach disgusts him.
That's all, I won't waste the money for the time being. I will go to Xuandu Temple in the future and practice various exercises and secrets.
After politely evading it, I continued to ask for advice on the techniques of photographing objects, breathing energy and flames.
Master Zhang gave serious instructions, answered many questions, and also demonstrated advanced techniques of photographing objects, breathing energy, and flames, especially the skill of "threading needles and threads" to control fire. He can control more than ten lines of fire to launch in the air at the same time.
Different attacks, the line of fire within a ten-foot range lingers in a dazzling way, instantly turning the line of fire into countless fire needles, evolving the unique skill of "Flying Fire Needles".
If you don't show some unique skills, you won't be able to retain students who want to continue their studies.
Happy and fulfilling days, with little progress every day, passing by very quickly.
By the end of the year, Chen Mou's cultivation had advanced to the late stage of Qi refining as he expected, and his spirit had increased accordingly, and he became more and more able to control the art of photographing objects, breathing energy and other fire spells.
Every shop in the city is decorated with lights and colorful decorations, full of festive atmosphere.
Chen Mou led his two maids in and out of various shops to purchase new clothes, rouge, fish, chickens, ducks and other items for the New Year. The streets were full of women accompanied by monks, dancing and swallowing, which was a rare sight in ordinary times.
Mr. Chen, who was holding many things in his hands, suddenly noticed something and turned around to look.
Across the street where people were coming and going, a tall young monk wearing a green robe and a black robe was hugging him from left to right and grinning brightly at him.
Chen Moucuo was astonished with a smile on his face, and called the two girls to walk across the street.
"Brother Mo, why are you back? Could it be that you were expelled from the sect?"
"Nonsense, can't I come back and see you?"
Mo Fu had already let go of the two petite and pretty maidservants, and held hands with Mr. Chen who came over: "I have been looking for you for several days, where have you moved? Is there an empty yard near you? I will rent it and be your neighbor."
Then he nodded and greeted Ying'er who was saluting and calling people. He looked at Han'er who was following the salute and said with a smile:
"You kid must have gotten rich because you keep silent. Take your brother with you."
He was so angry. When Brother Mou said he couldn't feed the two maids he gave him, he turned around and bought a charming one for his home. With that kid's stubborn temperament of crying for poverty, wouldn't he believe it if he didn't get rich?
Chen Mou had a lot of things in his hands and it was inconvenient to salute, so he bowed to return the salute and glanced at the woman beside Mo Fu. He came back to visit him and even bought a maidservant. He planned to stay there for a long time without moving.
Could it be that he was really expelled from the Danyang Sect and had no place to go, so he came back to Hunfang City?