Chapter 180 Against the Current
Chu Tai, who left his homeland, was blocked by a cloud of mist when passing by a mountain gorge. After staying for a while, he boarded a ship and sailed upstream from the east. Ship to the Central Plains.
This boat is specially provided for monks to ride on. It is nearly forty-eight feet long and more than twelve feet wide. There are many magical objects as decorations inside. The wooden boards are forbidden by law, so you can't feel the slightest pain while walking on it. Shake.
Chu Tai dressed up as a casual cultivator, paid the boat fare, and entered a cabin on the second floor. The room was not small, and there were three or four casual cultivators who practiced minor arts sitting in the corner. Transport mana.
After a few glances, Chu Tai withdrew his gaze and looked outside through the small window on the boat.
On both sides of the bank, there are many trackers pulling boats, but there are endless strange water monsters in this river. Generally, the movement of small boats is mainly based on human power, and they are afraid that they will use some ingenuity and let the water monsters in the river eat them as snacks.
In addition, Chu Tai also saw many mechanical ships, which used mechanical movement to drive the ships upstream.
It’s just that most of these small boats are made of simple materials, and there are countless undercurrents and reefs on the shore, and the rapids are surging in the center. They really go all the way in the opposite direction, and few parts are damaged. In comparison, the trackers on the shore are more cost-effective.
Looking at the people shouting slogans and pulling on the ropes, Chu Tai narrowed his eyes slightly.
In fact, at the beginning, he could swim upstream by himself. When passing by the two banks, he saw these trackers and suddenly felt something in his heart.
In his eyes, there was a little bit of Qi and blood rolling around in these people's bodies, and they were still connected to each other, forming a thin mist.
Especially in this mist, there is still a little energy rolling around.
This attracted Chu Tai's attention. Under his observation, the energy vaguely formed the momentum of a carp, using the water of the river to swim upstream, washing itself and nourishing the trackers on both sides.
Chu Tai instantly understood that someone in the past had taught the secret method to help these trackers sort out their Qi, allowing these people to accumulate their Qi through the inheritance from generation to generation, and eventually raise one or two golden carps and jump out of this quagmire. .
‘I just don’t know whether the raised carp really jumped out with the whole family, or whether it was caught and stewed...’
Chu Tai's eyes narrowed slightly, and with curiosity about the efficacy of this secret method and the final result, he stayed for a moment, observed carefully, and found something very interesting.
The secret method is beginning to fail.
‘Is it because of the passage of time that this secret method naturally begins to fail, or is it due to other reasons that it is difficult for it to exert its full effect. ’
Under Chu Tai’s follow-up observation, he discovered that one of the reasons for the failure of the secret method was the change in the method practiced by the trackers.
The practice methods of these trackers are basically martial arts, but there is a bit of a military formation between movements, and there are traces of magic skills in the ups and downs of luck. Compared with ordinary exercises, it has little combat effectiveness, but its endurance and endurance are far beyond. It is obviously a method specially created for trackers.
With the ability of [Fang Warlock] to manifest, the foundation of this set of skills naturally emerged in Chu Tai's mind. After a little calculation, Chu Tai concluded a system that was better and more in line with the secret methods hidden between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait.
But as soon as the system was established, Chu Tai gave up immediately.
‘The consumption is too great, and one day’s work may not be enough for them to feed themselves. ’
With a thought, another set of exercises was formed, which was more healthy and strong than the original one, but it was also quickly abandoned. ‘Although it retains its potential and is better for the body, I’m afraid I won’t be able to pull the boat all the way...’
After trying four or five times in a row, Chu Tai had to admit that the method he had deduced was not suitable for these trackers. The Kung Fu they had spent generations modifying was already the most suitable Kung Fu for them given the existing resources.
After thinking about it, Chu Tai began to repeat their chants in a low voice.
When Fuguang taught many miscellaneous studies to Chu Tai, he once said that Chu Tai's paintings were similar in appearance but without charm. He might become a great master in the world, but he was useless in practice and could only be regarded as second-rate.
In comparison, his forging talent is far better than painting, and he is considered first-class.
Compared to music and arithmetic, the talent in blacksmithing can only take a back seat.
This shows Chu Tai’s talent and attainments in music.
He quickly found the changes in the breath of these trackers' chants, and started to match the beats.
But Chu Tai’s clapping action did not make any sound. Instead, it caused some slight waves, causing the surrounding vitality to surge. He silently guided the trackers’ chants and taught them a breathing method.
"Fellow Taoist? Have you rested?"
Someone knocked lightly on the cabin door. Several casual cultivators in the same room looked over. Chu Tai also stopped moving. He immediately felt The chants from the outside world became a little messy, but soon changed in the direction that he had previously guided.
Among them, Chu Tai felt a leader, a leader who accurately grasped his rhythm. He couldn't help but sigh. These low-level workers may not have much knowledge, but they are still quite talented in seeking good fortune and avoiding harm, and can accurately seize some opportunities.
‘Perhaps some of them just lack an opportunity. ’
Suppressing the distracting thoughts in my heart, the cabin door has been opened by a casual cultivator, and I saw a maid holding a jade plate in her hand, walking into the cabin and saluting everyone, showing a very standardized smile.
"You fellow Taoists are tired from the journey! You need some food. We have a lot of Linggu jade rice produced in Guantian here, plus medicinal porridge cooked from Polygonatum sibiricum and Ganoderma lucidum in the mountains, which can increase your vitality. Purify the magic power. There is still a long way to go. The vitality in the cabin is turbid and is not suitable for practicing Qi. You might as well swallow a bowl of medicinal porridge and refine the water to strengthen your foundation?"
Seeing the familiar operation, Chu Tai didn't know how to respond, but he got on the boat to better observe the trackers, observe the surrounding mountains and rivers, and detect traces of the secret method, so he shook his head.
"The things on the ship are too expensive, I'll use some dry food myself!"
As soon as Chu Tai started, similar answers came from other people's mouths. The maid still smiled after hearing the words, and changed the jade plate, He picked up a porcelain cup and said: "Since we have gathered the magic power! We should use less vulgar grains and rice with mixed vitality. This is refined rice Lingquan porridge. It is cooked with refined rice mixed with spiritual spring. Although it does not have much vitality, it is better than The essence is pure in Shuigu. "
Although this woman is dressed as a servant, Chu Tai can see that her breathing is orderly, and she has obviously learned some methods of collecting and receiving Qi. Everyone present, except for Chu Tai, a fake cultivator, and the other cultivators who relied on magic to enter the Tao, their magic power was not as pure as the other's. Naturally, she was not restrained and gave her opinions openly, but she still didn't get a reply. So I took the jade plate and went to ask my next family!
I don’t know if they have found common ground, but several casual cultivators started chatting with Chu Tai.
One of the middle-aged casual cultivators in linen clothes looked at a rock outside the window and said: "A few fellow Taoists may not be clear when they first come here. That rock is not simple..."
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(End of this chapter)