"Master Ziyang is a Taoist, so why would he teach King Zhao to cultivate Blood Qi? Is it simply because he is more suitable for it?" Qin Mu muttered to himself.
He knew the person Princess Changning was referring to: Li Yuanba, the Prince of Zhao of the Western Prefecture, a legendary figure from another world, though it was said to be fictional, and that this world had indeed existed. However, this was a world of cultivation, so Qin Mu couldn't help but think more deeply about it.
"What did you say?" Princess Changning didn't hear clearly and turned to look at Qin Mu to ask.
Qin Mu did not answer, but just looked at Fang Yi'ai, stroking his smooth chin and pondering.
"Yiai, come here!" Qin Mu called out loudly.
Upon hearing Qin Mu's words, Fang Yi'ai scurried over, beaming at Qin Mu. This guy, who initially disliked Qin Mu, had become very obedient after receiving a few of his Qi Finger techniques.
Qin Mu led Fang Yi'ai to a corner where they wouldn't be disturbed. He sat down cross-legged and pointed to the ground, saying, "Sit down."
Fang Yi'ai was very obedient and sat down immediately, but his legs, which had become thicker over the past two days, were too stiff to cross.
"Never mind, sit however you're comfortable," Qin Mu said, waving his hand.
Fang Yi'ai chuckled, then gave up sitting cross-legged and sat there intently watching Qin Mu. This child was truly obedient; he'd do whatever you said, though he wasn't always able to do it well.
"Don't think about anything now, just close your eyes and listen to my voice," Qin Mu instructed.
Following Qin Mu's instructions, Fang Yi'ai closed his eyes, and Qin Mu also closed his eyes, his spiritual power beginning to communicate with Fang Yi'ai's spiritual power.
Qin Mu's lips parted slightly and kept closing. Princess Changning knew that he was directly imparting knowledge to Fang Yi'ai with his mental power. This was much more effective than speaking, so she was protecting them.
"You want him to cultivate Taoism?" Princess Changning asked curiously as Qin Mu opened his eyes. Although Qin Mu hadn't spoken to her directly, he had vaguely heard some of it.
“That’s right! I want to give it a try. Since Master Ziyang can teach Prince Zhao martial arts, I want to try to teach him Taoism. No one says that someone with strong ribs and muscles must practice martial arts.” Qin Mu said with a smile.
Princess Changning smiled but did not answer. She felt it was somewhat difficult. She had seen how stupid Fang Yi'ai was. He was clueless when it came to learning things, let alone cultivating Taoism.
"Yiai! Do you understand?" Princess Changning asked with a smile as soon as Fang Yi'ai opened his eyes.
"It feels like there are so many things in my head, like mosquitoes, making me irritable," Fang Yi'ai said, scratching his head.
"It failed!" Qin Mu knew it as soon as he heard it. But he wasn't angry. He took a deep breath and said, "Yiai, don't go home for a while. Stay by my side."
"Oh." Fang Yi'ai nodded honestly.
Qin Mu didn't want anything from Fang Yi'ai; he was mainly interested in the unique physique of the man with the ribcage and tendons.
Fang Yi'ai obeyed Qin Mu not only because he couldn't beat Qin Mu, but because he could learn the boxing techniques Qin Mu taught him.
Whether it's swords, spears, halberds, or lances, he can't learn a complete set of martial arts techniques. He can only learn the basic stances of some complex techniques. Only the Qin family's advanced fist technique is simple and direct. He can not only learn it completely, but he can also use it very effectively. Even without using bloodthirsty energy, Cheng Huaimo has no way to deal with him.
The Qin family's advancing fist technique emphasizes momentum and never retreats. Fang Yi'ai's single-mindedness perfectly aligns with this principle, making it easier for him to use than Qin Mu's.
Qin Mu decided to brainwash Fang Yi'ai, using his divine sense to teach him knowledge, starting with the most basic literacy, teaching him a few characters a day, believing that he couldn't teach him.
The memory palace training method is not suitable for Fang Yi'ai because his associative ability is too poor, so the only option is to force-feed him information.
Although Qin Mu wanted to teach Fang Yi'ai the Dao, he knew it was unrealistic. After all, with such poor comprehension, how could he possibly comprehend the Dao?
For the next two weeks, Qin Mu spent his mornings and evenings teaching Yi'ai. He did learn a lot of words, but he still couldn't transform his surging blood energy into bloodthirsty energy. Logically speaking, with such surging blood energy, as long as he had the right techniques, cultivating bloodthirsty energy would be an easy task.
Qin Mu did not come away empty-handed during these two weeks. He discovered that Fang Yi'ai actually liked poetry, but only the grand and vigorous kind. Even if he could recite the poems about romance and nature, he could not understand them.
Especially that poem about summer, I don't know how he managed to recite it so fluently.
"A punch like a tiger descending a mountain, power originating from the feet and generated from the waist!" Fang Yi'ai muttered to himself as he swung his fist. Then, his eyes narrowed, and he took a sudden step forward, shouting, "Break!"
With a loud "boom!", an artificial hill in the Liang State Duke's mansion collapsed, and stones rolled all over the ground.
"What's going on! What's going on!" The loud noise startled everyone in the mansion; guards, servants, and maids all rushed over upon hearing the commotion.
"Yiai! What are you doing!" Fang Xuanling asked, his hands behind his back, looking at Fang Yi'ai.
"Father! I...I even punched him." Fang Yi'ai answered with some fear when he saw his father.
"Practicing boxing! Are you trying to tear the house down with you?" Fang Xuanling frowned, somewhat angry, but since this was his son after all, he could only hold back his scolding.
"I...I dare not do it again," Fang Yi'ai quickly shook his head.
"Hmm." Fang Xuanling's brow relaxed when he saw his son admit his mistake. He turned to leave, but after turning halfway, he turned back and looked at the rubble on the ground, asking, "Did you break this?"
“Yes…yes,” Fang Yi’ai answered, head bowed.
"How did you break it?" Fang Xuanling asked again. You must know that Fang Xuanling was no ordinary person who couldn't even kill a chicken; it wasn't easy for him to smash an artificial mountain to pieces.
"It was broken by a punch." Fang Yi'ai shrank back, and although he was scared, he still told the truth.
Knowing that his son had never lied, Fang Xuanling looked at his son, then at the ground, and after a moment of silence said, "Punch me again and let me see."
Fang Xuanling knew that Fang Yi'ai had been hanging around the Six Doors recently, and there was nothing wrong with him there, so he didn't bother with it. Looking at the rubble on the ground, he guessed that Fang Yi'ai must have cultivated the Blood Fiend Qi with Cheng Huaimo and the others.
Although he was somewhat unwilling, he knew his own situation; this son wasn't cut out for academics, but martial arts would be better for him.
"Oh!" Fang Yi'ai nodded obediently, raised his fists, stomped his feet, took two steps in quick succession, and threw another punch forward.
A milky white light flashed past the fist and struck a nearby osmanthus tree.
With a "crack!", the osmanthus tree, as big as a bowl, shook twice and fell to the ground, its leaves scattering everywhere.
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