"Disciple, you..."
Taoist Master Daoming had an excited expression on his face.
Ji Miaomiao was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, feeling the changes in her body. Upon hearing this, she hesitated and said, "Master, what's wrong with me?"
"...Did you feel anything?" Dao Ming Zhenren spoke very carefully, as if afraid of scaring her, and added: "How do you feel now?"
Ji Miaomiao moved, unable to bear the state she was in, and said truthfully: "I feel like taking a shower now."
Taoist Master Daoming looked at the sky outside which was already getting dark, and then looked at his disciple who had an awkward look on her face. He comforted himself not to be anxious, and then waved his hand to signal her to go.
"Then Master, I'm leaving."
After Ji Miaomiao finished speaking, she got up and quickly went to the backyard to boil some hot water, and took a bath in the bathtub in the room.
After washing her body, she found that she had more strength and her body seemed lighter. She felt as if she could walk effortlessly. This feeling was somewhat similar to practicing Qinggong.
Taoist scriptures say that when you enter the initial stage of feeling, you will be as light as a swallow and strong enough to lift a tripod.
Is this a sign of impending advancement?!
Ji Miaomiao was a little uncertain and planned to ask her master Daoming Zhenren tomorrow.
That night, because there was also Taoist Master Daoming in the backyard besides her, she did not practice her spiritual power skills and slept obediently in bed.
the next day.
As soon as the sun rose, Ji Miaomiao heard the chirping of birds outside the window.
She slept soundly at night, and when she woke up she was particularly alert. She stretched her body casually on the bed and sat up.
Dongdong——
Just then, there were two knocks on the door.
Ji Miaomiao put on her clothes and went to open the door. Seeing Daoming Zhenren outside, she asked in confusion, "Master, is there something wrong so early in the morning?"
"Disciple, put on this robe and follow Master to the front hall."
Taoist Master Daoming handed her a set of Taoist robes and did not answer her.
Ji Miaomiao took it and nodded, closed the door, changed into the new Taoist robe, and followed the mysterious Taoist Master Daoming to the front hall.
The size of this robe was probably bought by her master last year according to her body shape. It was a bit too loose for her. The length was okay, but she always felt the wind blowing in through the sleeves, making her feel particularly cool when walking.
She gathered her sleeves and stepped into the front hall.
She saw Taoist Master Daoming placing two wooden swords on the altar in front of the incense burner. He came in, picked them up, and turned around to hand one to her.
"Disciple, since you learned the Taoist breathing technique yesterday, I will also teach you this set of Sanqing self-cultivation sword techniques today."
Ji Miaomiao bowed: "Okay, thank you, Master."
The two of them left the Taoist temple together and arrived at an open space in the forest not far away.
Taoist Master Daoming first demonstrated the whole thing while holding up the wooden sword, and then he broke down each move and explained it to her in detail, so that she could learn one sword move after another.
After all, Ji Miaomiao has learned martial arts moves and has a certain foundation, so she can learn new ones one-on-one and quickly.
As soon as the sun rose, she had almost memorized the sword technique.
Different from the martial arts moves she had encountered before, this set of sword techniques was less murderous and more gentle, relaxed, and flawless.
It is good for exercising.
Ji Miaomiao thought so, but she did not slack off in her learning. Each move was extremely standard. Taoist Master Daoming, who was watching her movements, saw this and held his long beard with a smile on his face.
This disciple of his is talented, really talented!!
When Ji Miaomiao finished practicing and put away her sword, Taoist Master Daoming said, "Okay, disciple, let's stop here for today. You can practice every morning from now on."
Ji Miaomiao raised her hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, then nodded.
There aren't many sword moves, but after practicing them she felt relaxed and relaxed all over. It was just the right thing to do in the morning to exercise her body.
The master and disciple returned to the Taoist temple with the wooden swords.
After breakfast, Ji Miaomiao changed back into her usual short-sleeved shirt and long pants and said, "Master, I'm going down the mountain to get a phone card."
Taoist Master Daoming was drawing a peace amulet in the front hall. Upon hearing this, he looked up and warned, "Disciple, bring enough money when you go out. Be careful on your journey and come back soon."
His words were full of the old father's concern for his daughter.
Ji Miaomiao smiled and nodded, turned around and walked out of the Taoist temple with her backpack and walked down the mountain.
There was a well-maintained gravel road in the mountain. She walked down the mountain briskly along the road, breathing the mountain air along the way, and her eyes were filled with deep and light green.
When you reach the foot of the mountain, there is a bus stop at the corner where it connects to the cement road.
Ji Miaomiao stood at the bus stop and waited patiently for a while, then she saw a wobbly bus coming from a distance, then suddenly stopped a few steps away from her.
The car door opened with a click.
She tugged at the backpack on her back, held onto the handrail with one hand and stepped into the bike.
"Girl, where are you going?"
The fat conductor on the bus was holding a colorful ticket board and a stack of cash. He leaned back on the seat to steady himself, glanced at her and asked.
"Go to Chuan City." she said.
"Ten dollars."
Ji Miaomiao took out the cash she had prepared long ago from her pocket and paid the money.
The conductor took it, tore off a green ticket voucher from the ticket board without looking up, and handed it to her, saying, "Here, take the ticket and go sit in the back."
When Ji Miaomiao paid, the bus was already shaking and moving. There were no handrails on the bus, so she could only hold on to the backs of the chairs on both sides to steady herself as she walked backwards after taking the ticket.
Fortunately, there were not many people on the bus. She walked a few steps, randomly chose a window seat in the back row and sat down.
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