Qingshan looked at Zhan Feng with his eyes almost popping out of his head, and laughed, thinking that Zhan Feng had a simple mind and was more likely to focus on something than the average person, so he had gone further than others on the road of martial arts.
"Well, when you howled on the stage just now, didn't you notice anything unusual?"
"No... Master Ye died, and I felt so sad and stuffy in my chest. I felt much better after shouting..."
"Before, you only had a hint of energy in your Dantian, which only meant you had one foot on the threshold of Dark Energy. Now that the energy in your Dantian is rich and abundant, if you can guide it to flow through the meridians throughout your body, you will be considered a true Dark Energy master."
Zhan Feng looked embarrassed and said, "Master, although I know some acupuncture points, I can't remember many of them..."
Qingshan had guessed that he would not be able to remember such a complicated meridian map, so he asked Zhan Feng to sit cross-legged with his five hearts facing the sky and concentrate his mind and calm his breath.
"Ah Feng, Master will use my internal energy to guide the vital energy to circulate through your meridians. You should carefully feel it and remember the route it takes. After one cycle, you can try to guide it yourself. Got it?"
Zhan Feng closed his eyes and nodded, but a turbulent wave of emotions surged within him: My master has actually cultivated internal energy? He can even guide my dark energy and vital energy. Oh my god, could it be that my master, who only looks like a child, is actually a centuries-old demon?
Qingshan used his spiritual power to guide a strand of vital energy from Zhan Feng's dantian, which slowly circulated along his eight extraordinary meridians, and then returned to his dantian.
Qingshan withdrew his spiritual power and saw that Zhan Feng still had his eyes closed. The vital energy in his dantian was spinning like a typhoon cyclone. He gradually drew out a stream of it and slowly moved along the route Qingshan had just taken.
Qingshan nodded, knowing that Zhan Feng had officially entered the realm of martial arts. As long as he could flexibly utilize his dark energy, defeating Valeri would be no problem. Furthermore, Zhan Feng had just achieved a breakthrough and needed to fight against a master to consolidate his realm. Valeri was a good candidate.
It was almost dinner time and Qingshan was a little hungry. Seeing that Zhan Feng was still meditating with his eyes closed, unaware of the outside world, and there were no surveillance cameras in the room, he took out a bunch of grapes from the space and started eating them.
Satan smelled the sweet fragrance of grapes and his ears moved. Qingshan didn't know whether the dog liked to eat fruit, so he picked one and fed it to him.
Satan chewed it with a crunching sound, as if he was still not satisfied. He stretched out his long tongue to lick the tip of his nose, and looked at Qingshan expectantly.
"Ah! You like to eat fruit, that's great! Come on, let me give you something else to try!"
Qingshan rummaged around the room and found a fruit plate. He poured out all the fruits provided by Jiuzun and took out tomatoes, peaches, grapes, lychees, bayberries, dates, apples, oranges, and a watermelon as big as a washbasin from the space.
After watching Lang Wenzhe's acupuncture, Qingshan didn't dare to let his apprentice eat the food they provided. Who knows if the Niuhulu family has any other tricks?
Qingshan planned to use the fruits in the space to replenish Zhan Feng's physical strength, so he took out the amount for two people and a dog, and piled it up into a small hill.
Qingshan used the scissors to cut the big watermelon into several pieces, and took a piece and placed it in front of Satan.
"This is called watermelon. Have you ever seen it? It's very sweet. Would you like to try it?"
Ever since Satan heard Qingshan say that the whitehead soup was "sweet", he may have misunderstood the word "sweet" and thought that watermelon also had the taste of Chinese medicine. He lowered his head to look at the watermelon, then at the grapes, and took a bite as if he had resigned himself to his fate.
Satan widened his eyes in surprise, obviously not expecting the watermelon to be so delicious. He lowered his head and finished a slice in a few big bites, not even intending to let go of the rind, but was slapped by Qingshan.
"The rind tastes bad! Spit it out!"
Satan spat out a piece of melon rind with some pulp still on it with a wronged look, and stared at the green mountains, wondering what else he might find so rare.
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