In the leisure room, a few meters away from the cradle, along the wall, there is a row of antique bookshelves, on which various books and scrolls are displayed.
However, there are the most secret manuals of martial arts among them.
After taking the name.
The little crybaby Gong Qixu finally calmed down. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and breathed quietly, almost making bubbles of snot.
Gong Lening had just finished drinking milk and fell asleep obediently with his second brother.
Gong Chenyan's spirit is powerful.
He had been sleeping for several months and had just woken up for less than a day, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.
[...Dad, I've finished testing my spiritual roots. Please teach me how to cultivate first.]
Gong Chenyan did not understand the cultivation methods of this world. The cold man in front of him, the father of his new body, was his best guide.
Shen Mojin, "Okay!"
He turned to Chi Jiujiu and said, "Jiujiu, Xiaoxu and Ning'er are asleep. Why don't you take a rest for a while while I come to see Xiaoyan."
Chi Jiujiu, "I'm not sleepy."
After she started practicing, she rarely needed enough sleep every day like before.
In the late stage of Jindan, one can remain clear-headed even without sleep for a week.
This is probably the benefit of cultivation.
Shen Mojin opened his thin lips, his narrow eyes flashed slightly. He racked his brains but still couldn't come up with any good ideas. He let Jiujiu leave first and taught Xiaoyan to practice himself.
If Jiujiu were watching from the side.
What reason could he give to prevent Jiujiu from noticing anything?
Even if he communicated with Xiaoyan through telepathy, once Xiaoyan started practicing, she would not be able to hide it.
"Yes."
His eyes lingered on the jade ring on the woman's wrist.
Perhaps he could extend the lie of the past even further and tell Jiujiu that everything was thanks to the "predecessors".
"Jiujiu, when Xiaoyan was in my womb, he received guidance from the seniors and became aware early. I, your husband, want to take him to practice cultivation so that he can embark on the path of cultivation as soon as possible."
Chi Jiujiu heard this.
She looked at the man beside her in disbelief, "Ajin, it's fine if you roll it yourself, but you can also take me with you. Our Yanbao has only been born for less than a day. What is he practicing?"
What does it mean to be in the belly? I received guidance from my predecessors.
Ajin.
Isn’t this too outrageous?
Shen Mojin turned his head slightly and stared at Chi Jiujiu's tea eyes seriously, "Jiujiu, the sooner the child lays the foundation, the better it will be for his future ascension."
Chi Jiujiu was silent for a few seconds.
His eyes swept over the guqin in the corner of the room.
"Okay, Yanbao is not yet full-term. If he can practice, I can also perform a fairy playing the piano for you."
Shen Mojin's dark eyes flashed with a hint of teasing, and he said in a clear and magnetic voice, "Good, I hope Jiujiu will play a song for my husband."
“Puff—”
Chi Jiujiu couldn't help laughing.
What she wanted to express was, "playing the lute to a cow."
Unexpectedly, the tone of this calm man, which was three parts teasing and seven parts serious, made people feel that what he just said was quite true.
Chi Jiujiu cast a provocative glance.
"Okay, then Ajin... wait and see?"
Shen Mojin stood up and placed the sleeping Gong Qixu and Gong Lening in the nursery, leaving a trace of his spiritual consciousness on the two children.
Return to the leisure house.
He took out a book of basic mental skills from the row of antique bookshelves along the wall and placed it next to Gong Chenyan's cradle.
Gong Chenyan's small black pupils stared at the scroll that was twice as big as his small body.
There was silence for a few seconds.
[Dad, please teach me directly. It’s not convenient for me to read.]
Shen Mojin picked up the introductory method of the Chaos Spirit Root and began to turn the pages one by one. Her sexy thin lips moved slightly, and her voice was clear as she taught the method to Gong Chenyan, who was born ten hours ago.
"Chaos Spiritual Roots are hard to come by in ten thousand years."
"It is a very special spiritual root that can absorb the chaotic power between heaven and earth."
"During the cultivation process, practitioners need to have extremely strong perseverance and endurance. Without sufficient strength and experience, it is very easy to go astray."
[Dad, you don't need to talk about basic common sense, just pick out the key points.]
Shen Mojin paused as he was flipping through the secret book.
He got used to teaching Jiujiu, so naturally, he explained things in more detail.
"Okay, I'll tell you the key points. If you have any doubts, just point them out."
[Um. ]
Chi Jiujiu sat on a wooden chair with an expression of surprise on her oval face. Her long, sandy-golden hair was partially draped over her slender, light green back, which looked particularly beautiful.
Her brown eyes.
Without blinking, he observed the micro-expressions on Gong Chenyan's little face and couldn't help but murmur, "Wow, Yanbao can actually understand!"
Shen Mojin looked at Chi Jiujiu.
"He's mentally awakened a long time ago, so he can understand."
Chi Jiujiu: I feel like I’m really going to perform like a fairy playing the piano.
Two hours later.
After Shen Mojin finished explaining the basic mental method to Gong Chenyan, he sent the well-behaved little fellow to the training room. "It's not difficult to draw the energy into the body with the Chaos Spiritual Root. Xiaoyan, you can figure it out on your own."
After leaving this sentence.
He left a trace of spiritual consciousness on Gong Chenyan, and then returned to the leisure room, where he saw the woman already sitting in front of the guqin.
Shen Mojin chuckled, "Wine."
Chi Jiujiu's slender white hands were resting on the strings of the zither that were shining with golden light, contrasting with the black body of the zither made of lightning-struck wood.
Just the next second.
"Duang~~~"
“Deng~~~”
The sound of a fairy playing the piano, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, reached Shen Mojin's ears. Shen Mojin's pupils trembled and he covered his fist and coughed softly.
He didn't dare say that the sound of Jiujiu's playing was "unbearable to the ears".
"Well... that's not how you play the strings."
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