Chapter 5: Questions Explained in the Palace

After the projection, Jiang Yuan waved his sleeves and put away the fist-sized purple stone.

Then he took out a stack of dark green jade pieces about a foot long and three inches wide, and passed them across the air to the table in front of the disciples.

"Two for each person, each containing the mantras for practicing the Falling Feather Technique and the Small Spirit Rain Technique. Stick it on your forehead and you will be able to sense the relevant content."

Hearing this, Su Qingwu showed curiosity. He picked up one of them and put it close to his forehead as his uncle said.

The next moment, the sixteen-character formula for the Falling Feather Technique appeared clearly in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The feathers fall and return to their origin, and the Qi gathers in the Dantian.

When the mind and body are united, no matter how things change, one will not be surprised.

Each four-character formula has detailed annotations of the finger-pinching gestures.

After embarking on the path of cultivation, Su Qingwu's memory has become much stronger than when he was a mortal. However, he has not yet achieved photographic memory, which is an ability only possessed by cultivators at the foundation-building stage and above.

She watched the gestures over and over again until she memorized them.

Afterwards, he took out another jade piece and placed it close to his forehead, and the formula for the Small Spirit Rain Technique immediately appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The blue sky is clear and the clouds are deep in the dream place.

The divine rain falls gently, moistening everything silently.

Su Qingwu also memorized the relevant formulas and pinching gestures.

About half a cup of tea later, in the hall, a beautiful girl in a light blue pleated skirt stood up from her seat, looked at Jiang Yuan, and bowed.

"Uncle Jiang, I have a question."

"Tell me about it."

"Qi-refining monks cannot fly away directly. I wonder if there is any related magic to help us continue to fly, instead of being like the Falling Feather Technique, which can only land on the ground."

Jiang Yuan was not surprised by this question, as it was not the first time that his disciples had asked similar questions in the past.

He slowly said, "Yes, there is, but it consumes a lot of spiritual energy when used. Not to mention you who have just started practicing, even if you have perfected your Qi, you can't last more than half a cup of tea. So I don't recommend you to waste time learning this at this stage."

Hearing this, the girl frowned slightly and said hesitantly:

"But... before I joined the sect, I saw a few martial artists in the secular world who were good at Qinggong. It was very easy for them to fly over eaves and walk on walls. Could it be that we, the Qi-refining monks, are not as good as them?"

Jiang Yuan patiently explained: "You are talking about warriors. You should know that not everyone has spiritual roots. Those who do not have spiritual roots but yearn to practice will take the path of martial arts and cultivate internal strength, which is completely different from the path we cultivators take."

At this point, he paused for a moment, and then added: "The upper limit of a warrior's path is extremely low. Even if one cultivates to the state of perfection, his strength is only equivalent to that of a fully refined Qi, and his life span is at most 150 years."

"So, can monks learn the martial arts of lightness?"

"In theory, you can, but I don't recommend it. To learn Qinggong, you must first cultivate inner strength, which is not something that can be accomplished in a day or two, but takes years. If you delay your own cultivation, the gain will be greater than the loss."

"So that's how it is. I understand now. Thank you, Uncle Jiang, for clearing up my confusion."

Jiang Yuan nodded, turned to look at the disciples in the hall, and continued: "If you have any questions, please feel free to ask."

Soon after he finished speaking, a plain-looking young man in plain clothes stood up, bowed, and asked respectfully:

"Uncle Master, before I joined the sect, I happened to hear someone say that the fighting ability of spiritual plant masters is at the bottom of the same level. Is this true?"

Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't listen to those people's nonsense. There is no distinction between high and low in the three thousand great ways. No matter which way you choose, your strength depends entirely on your own qualifications and circumstances."

The young man shook his head, "But... in my opinion, a spiritual plant master spends the whole day with spiritual plants, and the techniques he practices are basically related to fertilizer, plowing, sowing, watering, fertilizing, pest control, and harvesting. Can he really beat a cultivator of the same level with this?"

Jiang Yuan said calmly, "Who told you that spiritual plant masters only practice these techniques? What you just mentioned are just the skills that must be mastered. In fact, excellent spiritual plant masters practice far more techniques than these. You will slowly understand them in the future."

The young man had a thoughtful look on his face, bowed again, and sat back in his seat.

After listening to these words, Su Qingwu developed more yearning for future life.

She likes farming and hopes to become stronger.

She doesn’t want to experience the helplessness she felt when facing a flood in the past again!