"These are plum blossom stakes, used to practice lightness skills and balance," Qing Xuanzi explained. "You will practice here every day until you are proficient."

Rong Zhigao asked admiringly, "Did Uncle do that last night?"

Qing Xuanzi nodded, and Rong Zhigao was filled with admiration: "That's amazing!"

The two brothers were in high spirits and eager to try.

Qing Xuanzi waved his hand, and two cool breezes refreshed them, dispelling any drowsiness.

He waved his hand again, rolling the two of them onto a stone pillar, and said, "Now, you will stand on the stone pillar for one hour. You cannot leave the pillar during this time. You can stand on one leg or on both legs, but you must stand for the full time."

Rong Zhigao looked at his dazed younger sister and asked, "Does my sister want to stand too?"

Qing Xuanzi nodded: "From now on, she will practice with you every day, and the time will be gradually increased over time."

The two brothers looked at their sister with heartache, but instead of trying to stop her from training, they stood up straight.

Qing Xuanzi nodded in satisfaction, cast a wake-up spell on Rong Jiaojiao to rouse her, and had her stand on a stone pillar, saying, "Jiaobao, let's start the competition now and see who can stand on the stone pillar the longest. If you win, Master will reward you with two chicken legs, okay?"

Upon hearing that there were chicken legs, two of them, Rong Jiaojiao immediately woke up and stood straight on the stone pillar with her small body.

With a confident pat on his chest, he said, "Baby won!"

Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan waved their fists to cheer her on: "Go, little sister!"

The little girl imitated her two older brothers, waving her fists and shouting, "Go, brothers! Go, baby! Go, go, go, go!!"

The two older brothers chimed in, "Go! Go! Go!"

Qing Xuanzi smiled, then flew up and stood on one leg. He stood firmly on the stone pillar, as if he were standing on flat ground.

He smiled and said to the children, “Watch closely. Standing meditation may seem simple, but it actually requires coordination and balance of the whole body. Remember, your mind must be calm, your breath must be deep, and your body must be relaxed, but you can’t let your guard down.”

Upon hearing Qing Xuanzi's words, Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan immediately adjusted their posture, trying their best to stand more steadily.

Although they were young, they all understood that it was a rare opportunity to be taught martial arts by Qing Xuanzi, and dared not slack off in the slightest.

Although Rong Jiaojiao is the youngest, she had already learned standing meditation from her master, and she could stand more easily and freely than her two older brothers.

Although her face turned bright red after a while, her eyes were full of determination, and she would occasionally stand on one leg for a while.

Time passed slowly, and Qing Xuanzi stood quietly on the stone pillar, observing the three children's behavior.

Although Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan were able to maintain their balance at first, as time went on, their bodies began to sway slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

Qing Xuanzi smiled slightly and nodded to himself.

Although the brothers were young, they had a strong will. They did not complain at all, but gritted their teeth and tried to stand more steadily.

"Zhigao, Zhiyuan, don't forget to relax your bodies and breathe evenly. You can also learn from Jiaojiao and stand on one leg at a time to relax your legs alternately," Qingxuanzi gently reminded them.

Upon hearing Qing Xuanzi's words, the two took a deep breath and tried to adjust their breathing to relax their muscles.

His body was no longer so stiff, and the swaying gradually decreased.

Rong Zhiyuan tried to stand on one leg, just like his sister, but as soon as he lifted the other leg, his body swayed violently and he almost fell off the stone pillar.

He quickly put his foot back, steadied himself, and gave an embarrassed smile: "Uncle, standing on one leg is so hard!"

Qing Xuanzi laughed and said, "Of course it's difficult. This is an essential step in achieving balance in cultivation. Take it slow and don't rush."

Seeing his younger brother's predicament, Rong Zhigao couldn't resist trying to stand on one leg himself.

He carefully lifted one foot, trying to maintain his balance, but after only a few seconds, his body began to sway, like a small boat rocking in the wind.

He quickly put his feet down, took a breath, and said, "I also feel it's very difficult; my body feels like it's not obeying my commands."

Qing Xuanzi stood aside, patiently watching them: "Don't be discouraged, everything is difficult at the beginning. You've only just started practicing, and it's already very good that you can stand still. Remember, you can't rush things, take it slow."

Seeing her two older brothers' disheveled appearance, Rong Jiaojiao couldn't help but giggle.

Although she was young, she had been practicing with Qing Xuanzi for more than a year, so standing on one leg was not unfamiliar to her.

She patted her little chest proudly and said in a childish voice, "Brothers, baby can stand on one leg too!"

As she spoke, she easily lifted one foot and stood steadily on the stone pillar, waving her little hand at her two older brothers as if to say, "See, I'm still the best!"

Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan were both envious and resentful of their sister's performance.

Rong Zhigao gritted his teeth and tried standing on one leg again.

This time he was smarter; he first shifted his weight to one foot, and then slowly lifted the other foot.

He held his breath and tried to keep his balance, managing to hold on for a few seconds, but still wobbled and almost fell.

"Haha, big brother is about to fall too!" Rong Jiaojiao laughed so hard she almost fell over, clapping her little hands loudly.

Not to be outdone, Rong Zhiyuan tried standing on one leg again. He imitated his sister, first stabilizing his center of gravity, and then slowly lifting his foot.

This time he held on for a little longer than last time, but his body was still swaying violently, like a small boat rocking in the wind and waves.

"Ugh, this is so hard!" Rong Zhiyuan muttered, his face turning bright red.

Seeing their expressions, Qing Xuanzi couldn't help but laugh: "You two, you can't rush things. Standing on one leg isn't something you can do overnight; it takes practice. Start by standing firmly on both legs, and once your body gets used to it, then slowly practice standing on one leg."

"Alright, then let's stand on our two legs first," Rong Zhigao said helplessly, but his eyes still shone with a defiant light.

“That’s right, we can’t lose to our sister!” Rong Zhiyuan echoed, readjusting his posture and trying to stand more steadily.

Time passed second by second, and the brothers' bodies became increasingly stiff, and they sweated more and more.

Rong Zhigao's legs began to tremble, but he gritted his teeth and tried his best to persevere.

Rong Zhiyuan was not to be outdone. He felt dizzy and as if he was about to faint, and his body was swaying violently, but he still persisted and refused to give up.

Qing Xuanzi looked at them and nodded in satisfaction, especially his little apprentice, whose face was covered in sweat but who did not whine or cry.

I don't know if it's because they're determined to win or because they're so attached to the chicken leg that they can't give up.