A strange feeling flashed through Feng Xi's heart, and her ears seemed to be affected by the warm breath, which made her feel a little warm. Her eyes paused slightly, and she stood up unhurriedly.
Shi Ming came back to his senses and coughed twice in embarrassment, and glanced away with his dark green eyes.
"Okay, if you don't want to scream, just forget it. I'm full, so you can eat it all!" Feng Xi puffed her mouth and blew upwards, and the bangs hanging down on her forehead rose and fell slightly.
Shi Ming opened his mouth, wanting to say that he had shouted, but then he thought about his little thought just now, and closed his mouth with a guilty conscience. He just picked up the chopsticks obediently and continued to eat.
Feng Xi saw him lowering his head to eat and said nothing, but could not help but frown.
Beauty can be misleading! She rubbed the tip of her nose with her fingers and thought guiltily.
Even if the iron tree blooms, it cannot bloom on my apprentice! Feng Xi, please be a human being!
Shi Ming finished all the food in silence, and then automatically packed everything away. Feng Xi used a cleaning technique, waved her sleeves, and put everything that should be stored into the space.
She lay leisurely on the bluestone, with her hands behind her head, her legs crossed, and an unknown whistle escaped from her mouth.
"Well... I want to drink..." She muttered, but she didn't have any intention of leaving.
Shi Ming immediately stood up: "I'll get it!"
Feng Xi waved her hands without any psychological burden and said with a smile: "Go and come back quickly!"
Shi Ming nodded, turned around and walked towards the house.
That's right! It's great to be a disciple, it's so easy to use it! Feng Xi thought happily.
The flowers on the trees were rustling, and the warm sunlight shone through the gaps. Feng Xi squinted her eyes comfortably.
After a while, the sound of feet hitting the ground came to my ears.
She tilted her head, and Shi Ming was walking over slowly, holding a wine glass and a wine flask.
He was dressed in dark robes, and his face seemed cold and a bit inhumane. However, if you look closely, you can see that his eyebrows were relaxed and he looked a little contented. He was obviously in a good mood.
Feng Xi stood up and took the white jade cup.
Shi Ming leaned over to pour a glass of wine for her. The light golden liquid poured into the cup, making a clinking sound, and poured another cup for himself.
Feng Xi raised her glass and touched it gently against the wall of his glass. The walls of the glass collided with each other and made a crisp sound: "Cheers!"
Then drink it all in one gulp.
"Ha..." She smacked her lips, "Comfortable!"
Shi Ming raised his glass and took a sip.
"I'm telling you, plum wine has a lot of benefits for people! However, you may not drink it anymore after a while. Fortunately, this plum forest can still bear fruit. When the fruits are ripe, we can pick them and brew some
!" She looked around.
You may have to wait more than a month for results.
"Um!"
"Hey, it's still early, how about I tell you about cultivation?" Feng Xi took the wine glass in his hand, poured herself a glass, and said while drinking.
"Okay!" Shi Ming shook off his robe and sat on the ground covered with animal skins.
Feng Xi, who was sitting high up, looked down at him and spoke slowly.
"As for the word cultivation, it is easy to say but difficult to do. What is cultivation? An ancient book once said, 'A cultivator should learn the Tao and practice, seek the true self, eliminate the false and retain the true, and then he can cultivate the truth!' Cultivation not only requires self-cultivation, but also self-cultivation.
You need to cultivate your mind, your own mind will judge others, and others will judge your own mind. These are all things you need to understand by yourself."
"One needs to go through nine realms in the journey of cultivation! Qi refining, foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, transformation into spirit, emptiness refining, body integration, Mahayana, and transcending tribulations! It seems like very few, doesn't it?" Feng Xi asked with a smile.
"It sounds easy, but it is difficult to do. In the nine realms, growing from a small Qi-refining cultivator to a tribulation-transcending monk, and finally becoming a god is even harder than ascending to heaven! Some people have insufficient talents, poor opportunities, and bumpy cultivation journeys.
There are people who are constantly unable to overcome even a small golden elixir; of course, there are also people who are highly talented and have good opportunities, but they do not understand their character well enough, and ultimately fall short! There are also people who are successful in their cultivation, but they are only a small number of people, most people
If you can't cross that hurdle, even if you manage to live for tens of thousands of years, you won't be able to escape the end of being wiped out by ashes."
"What about you? Are you a minority or a majority?" asked Ming Ming.
Feng Xi couldn't help laughing: "Huh...what do you think? If I were one of those few people, how could I be here?"
She spread her hands helplessly.
It’s difficult!
Shi Ming's heart moved. Although he had guessed it, he didn't know what to think when he heard the answer.
If she had succeeded, she wouldn't have come here, and they wouldn't have gotten to know each other. But she didn't succeed, so what went wrong? She should really want to practice and become a god, right?
Even if he asked Feng Xi what was wrong, Feng Xi would not know how to answer.
She had no way of knowing why the nine heavenly thunders turned into ten. Maybe the opportunity hadn't come yet, and maybe God didn't want her to become a god?
"Shall I tell you about this later? Let's talk about cultivation talent first. This is a very important factor. The spiritual roots of the cultivation world are divided into eight elements: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, thunder and wind.
The purer the spiritual root, the higher the talent, and the faster it can be cultivated. The three spiritual roots of Ice, Thunder and Wind are the spiritual roots of different attributes, which are the most outstanding, while the miscellaneous spiritual roots, on the contrary, have lower talents. Except for one type, the eight-line miscellaneous spirit
Roots, also known as all-spiritual roots, can be cultivated very quickly and can fight across levels! It is not an exaggeration to call him a genius! However, there are always those who are short-sighted and think that the more complex the spiritual roots, the more useless they are, but this is not the case..."
"How can we know the spiritual roots?" asked Ming Ming.
"Well, there are people and magic weapons who specialize in measuring spiritual roots, but they may not be accurate. They all have selfish motives." Feng Xi curled her lips disdainfully.
"Your spiritual root, um, is a thunder spiritual root, a high-grade spiritual root! Not bad at talent!" She poured a glass of wine into the Ming-Slaying Cup, "You have to be bold when drinking. Why are you drinking tea? Drink again!"
"
The wine that Shi Ming poured was refilled before he finished it. Seeing Feng Xi pick up the jug and pour wine into his mouth, he was stunned, smiled helplessly, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp!
He has to be more bold and unrestrained, otherwise Feng Xi will take too much care of him and he will have the illusion that he is a female...
Then he was given several more glasses of wine.
"You are very talented, so you will be able to practice very quickly! Besides, you still have me as your master. Your master and I are a cultivation genius, okay?" Feng Xi puffed up her chest proudly, of course, it is flat...
Even if she doesn't call her Master, she can just take advantage of her verbally! I don't know what's going on. It's not like Yun Shizhi is not as talented as Ming Slaying. Why didn't she think about accepting a disciple before? Now she finally wants to.
, but he is not a person who respects teachers!
Shi Ming nodded perfunctorily, his eyes starting to wander again.
"Okay, let's tell you this today! Let's talk about the rest tomorrow?"
"Okay..." He nodded.
Feng Xi poured the wine over and over again, making Shi Ming drink several cups in a row.
Although he drank on weekdays, he never drank as much as he did today.
After hearing what she said, Shi Ming didn't know what was going on. He just felt that his head was a little dizzy. After shaking, his eyes became clearer.
"Let's go back and rest!" Feng Xi jumped down from the bluestone.
"Hmm..." Shi Ming nodded and stood up.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I stood up, I felt that my feet were weak, my body swayed, and I almost fell to the ground, and my eyes began to wobble.
"Hey...be careful!" Feng Xi quickly supported him.
"What's going on? Why are you so dizzy all of a sudden?" He muttered in a low voice, his eyes a little blurry.
"Dizzy?" Feng Xi walked around to him and tilted her head to look at his expression.
"Well... don't move around, I can't see you clearly..." Shi Ming squinted and watched the red shadow in front of him swinging back and forth, unable to see clearly.
"Where did I wander?" Feng Xi retorted, then waved her hand in front of his eyes, "Isn't it? Drunk? Are you such a bad drinker? How many drinks have you had?"
"Drunk? What do you mean? I feel fine, just a little dizzy..." His voice was weak, his body was swaying, and his voice was also swaying.
The normal behavior of drunk people is to say that they are not drunk!
"You're already dizzy, and you're not drunk yet? I should have known better that I wouldn't let you drink so much!" Feng Xi put his arm on her shoulders and half dragged him a few steps.
"Hehehe... it tastes good... you asked me to drink it..." Shi Ming chuckled a few times, his voice completely lost its usual coldness, instead it was filled with softness, and he spoke in a longer tone, sounding just like
Like a spoiled child.
Feng Xi was shocked by his soft tone...
It’s all like this and you’re not drunk yet? But it’s quite fun for a kid to be drunk...
Feng Xi's eyes rolled around, and a sly smile appeared on her lips: "Ah Ming, are you calling me Master?"
"Um...no, don't scream..." Shi Ming squinted his eyes and muttered.
Not barking when you are drunk is also very principled.
"Call me and listen! Call me Master. Master will give you sweets. Don't you love sweets?"
"Hiccup..." Shi Ming couldn't help but let out a light wine burp, exhaling a scent of wine that was sweet with plums, "Tang... I want to eat sugar... Sugar..."
The voice became lower and lower until it disappeared, and there was a steady breathing.
"Tsk, traitor..." Feng Xi cursed, but her hands tightened, "I asked you to call me Master, not Candy!"
He walked to the stone house in a few steps, placed him gently on the stone couch, and straightened his body.
She walked to the wall, took down her black robe hanging on the wall, and casually put it on him.
Shi Ming fell asleep and muttered something unknown: "..."
Feng Xi leaned closer to listen, and vaguely heard the name he called: "Feng...xi..."
The sweet fragrance of plum wine mixed with the murmur is very intoxicating...
Her eyes froze slightly and she looked at the sleeping person.
That face was as handsome as a knife, and usually had a cold air to it, but now, as he was sleeping soundly without warning, he actually revealed a bit of childishness.
"..."
Feng Xi straightened up and frowned.
What am I thinking? Childish? I am just a child! What nonsense are I thinking...
Maybe you lived too long? It was caused by being too bored?