Chapter 8 Eight Characters
Yang Huai stepped forward and replaced the Taoist boy named Chang Geng.
After the rather burly Taoist boy handed Yang Huai a pair of golden gloves made of silk, he almost sat down on the log next to him, with sweat pouring down his forehead.
"Whoo!"
The panting in his chest was like a drum.
The Taoist boy on the other side looked at this scene, his already bitter expression suddenly became even more bitter, and at the same time he cursed Qingli secretly in his heart.
The two brothers could endure the hardship together, but now that he was suffering alone, he felt that the firewood in his hand was like a critical weight. But with the Taoist Taoist priest present, he could only curse in his heart.
Yang Huai took over this pair of specially made gloves.
Yang Huai came to the pyre. The golden gloves he wore on both hands emitted invisible golden light extending from his hands, covering part of the skin on the torso. This was to prevent the Taoist boy's skin from directly contacting some of the spiritual and poisonous trees. hurt.
"What a magical method!"
Yang Huai looked at this scene, and his heart was full of ardent expectations for the mysterious Taoism.
At this time, he stepped forward to pick up some of the chopped firewood and piled it under the eaves on one side.
The texture of some of these firewood is very special, extremely high density, and the weight is comparable to copper and iron. Even Yang Huai can feel some of the weight. Fortunately, by practicing the Zhoutian Mind Technique, he adjusted his breathing rhythm and quickly adapted to it.
His steps were light and steady, and he went back and forth between several firewood piles again and again.
But he didn't show any abnormal reaction.
The next two hours are his duty period. Two hours are equivalent to four hours in his memory. This is a long time, and he still needs to maintain his physical strength.
Two hours later, another kitchen boy came to take turns.
This is a Taoist rule.
For an ordinary Taoist, two hours is already the limit, and any longer may damage the foundation.
These two hours are extremely difficult for the kitchen boy.
Soon after, another Taoist boy in luxurious clothes stepped into the kitchen and replaced the other Taoist boy.
At this time, he glanced at where Yang Huai was and muttered with a smile.
"Oh, Qingli, you are much more active this time than I thought! But it's useless to behave like this in the kitchen. The four uncles have no plans to accept disciples yet!"
Yang Huai glanced at this luxuriously dressed Taoist boy and ignored him.
Deep in the sea of consciousness, Qingli couldn't help but feel dissatisfied.
"This guy Feng Ying is really annoying, he has a bad mouth and is disgusting!"
He was chattering endlessly in the depths of the sea of consciousness, but his words had very complicated feelings about this Taoist boy.
There is a trace of jealousy, but also a trace of... gratitude?
Yang Huai got a lot of memory fragments about the Taoist boy in front of him from Qingli's memory.
Feng Ying was born in a clan of the Xihuang Kingdom. Most of the clans have extraordinary inheritances. Even if Feng Ying's ancestors are not prominent, they still have abilities that are completely different from other Taoist boys. For example, Feng Ying has been growing up since he was a child. It means that they have a completely different physique from ordinary people, whether it is endurance or strength.
In the past, Feng Ying often teased and teased the frail Qingli.
But the two are not mortal enemies. On the contrary, they have a pretty good relationship.
Seeing that Qingli ignored him, Feng Ying was immediately unhappy. He just looked at the Taoist Huo Gong who was chopping the giant tree. He was a little afraid after all, so he just muttered and started to move the giant tree.
Feng Ying was already prepared to laugh at Qingli later, because according to past patterns, Qingli would be sweating profusely in less than an hour and would be too tired to move. He would not be able to help her at that time, otherwise she might not be able to bear it.
The Taoist priests in the kitchen obviously do not want the Taoist boys to be lazy, otherwise they will either go hungry or be whipped out of the kitchen.
This is also the reason why Qingli has mixed feelings about Feng Ying, because although this guy talks nonsense, he is actually still enthusiastic.
But what surprised Feng Ying was that an hour later, although Qingli had sweat on her forehead, she was not as miserable as before. Two hours passed, and Yang Huai's heartbeat only slightly accelerated deep in his chest.
"Although my qi and blood have improved a bit due to my extraordinary talent, the time for the internal organs to be nourished by the powerful medicine is still not enough. It takes some time!"
Yang Huai knew the reason very well.
Seeing two more Taoist boys coming to take turns in the distance, Yang Huai put down his golden gloves and left.
"Alas..."
Feng Ying originally wanted to call Yang Huai from behind, but because of face, he never spoke, but his eyes were full of suspicion and gossip.
"This kid couldn't have fallen into the trap of some Taoist master. If so, I'm afraid this kid will be doomed in the future..."
He whispered to himself.
With his status, he can only avoid falling into traps at present, but he never dares to easily ruin the good deeds of those heavenly beings and gods.
There was wariness in his eyes.
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Between kindness and self-preservation, he naturally prefers the latter.
After simply eating a tasteless piece of air-dried meat, Yang Huai continued his afternoon practice. He put part of his energy into studying the sixth and seventh original character pictures. First, he "refined" the sixth original character picture. "Successfully identified.
"Jing" represents the origin. The successful recognition of this original character allowed him to gain a deeper understanding of the connection between his own origin, meridians, and acupuncture points.
It has to be said that if he hadn't had knowledge about the various meridians, acupoints, and qi and blood of the physical body that far exceeded those of his peers in this era, it would have been difficult to understand the word "jing" in a short time.
He can also understand why other Taoist boys are reluctant to choose the sixth, seventh, and eighth characters, because the Taoist temple's summary of 'jing', 'qi' and 'spirit' is very scattered and not as specific as Yuan Xiuxiu said.
The rest of the time is for Xiao Zhou Tian to continue carrying Zhou Tian's mental method.
He deliberately slowed down part of the progress so as not to attract too much attention.
As Xiao Zhoutian was carried several times in succession, Yang Huai felt a change in his body that he had never experienced before. There was an extremely pure breath on his right arm, which quickly integrated into the medicine in his body, causing the physical body's qi and blood to grow rapidly. , the muscles and bones do not need to be slowly tempered by Qi, blood and slow fire, but directly undergo a transformation like texture.
Yang Huai calls it transformation, which shows how amazing this change is.
"This is...!"
At this time, Yang Huai could feel that as he breathed in and out, all the internal organs in his body were undergoing transformation under the nourishment of this innate essence, which was comparable to his body's years of hard training. Two groups of extremely pure red firelights on the shoulders danced, crystal clear and stain-free.
"Is this the innate essence?"
Yang Huai felt this shocking change, and his eyes were extremely surprised.
He heard Yuan Xiuxiu mention that the Zhoutian Mind Technique is a secret technique that strengthens the foundation and cultivates the body. If you have special talents or physical fitness, you can dig them out and improve your qualifications during the little Zhoutian stage.
Obviously, the innate qualifications carried by Qingli's main destiny began to work after Zhou Tian's mental method was transferred.
"That's fine, let me see how far this innate sword bone can advance Zhou Tian's mind!"
There is some expectation deep in Yang Huai's eyes. According to his ability to gain fate through empathy, he has hope of winning this special destiny, which means he has the qualification of innate sword bones.
At nightfall, Yang Huai once again handed his body back to Qingli for custody, and returned to the Yang family paddock to continue Zero Zero Seven.
He did not forget carpentry either.
With enough power, his movements became more and more agile.
In the carpentry room, several small tables and mirrors are also taking shape one after another.
After going back and forth for two consecutive days and nights, Yang Huai finally learned the three original characters of "Jing", "Qi" and "Ling" one after another!
After gathering the basic requirements for the eight original characters, he went to the inner hall of the Taoist temple without delay and asked the inner hall master to record it. At the same time, he applied to enter the inner hall to listen to the Taoist master's teaching of the fundamental method when he gave a sermon in the next month and a half.
(End of chapter)