Chapter 132 Gou Rixin
Knowing that it was the practice method left by Granny Shi, Xiao Yier studied harder and more diligently.
Granny Shi's influence on Xiao Yi'er was far deeper than Gong Mengbi had imagined. Without his urging or guidance, the little fat fox could discipline himself, seeking advice immediately when faced with a problem, not wanting to disappoint Granny Shi's expectations.
Gong Mengbi looked at his self-disciplined appearance while practicing, and then looked at his self-disciplined figure while eating, and for a moment he was so moved that he couldn't express it in words.
It would be great if these two self-disciplines could go in the same direction.
However, the little fat fox does have some talent in cultivation.
Old Man Qixiu’s attachment to things is like planting a heart of Tao in heaven and earth.
Old Man Qixiu is wise and insightful, and can express his Taoism through flowers, wine, poetry, tea, paintings, zither and foxes. Xiao Yier does not have such insight and wisdom, but he can still try to express his feelings in one pot and cultivate Taoism in one furnace.
Facts have proved that Grandma Shi has a sharp eye. If she says Xiao Yi'er can give it a try, then she really can give it a try.
From the new moon to the full moon, he finally understood the Seven Sutras and Notes and Excerpts, and refined a stream of energy through a pot of millet porridge.
The boiler is like a furnace for elixirs, and drinking porridge is like drinking medicine. You can successfully enter the world of the seven cultivation methods.
Gong Mengbi's relief was far beyond ordinary.
When Xiao Yier mastered the Seven Daoist Methods, it meant that the time for separation had come.
During the past half month, Xiangjun followed Ma the witch and wandered around. He saw wronged souls seeking revenge, saw separation of life and death, saw villains and also saw good people.
He roughly understood the basic methods and principles of Ma Shenpo's tricks, and even personally organized a funeral.
An elderly man from a poor family died, and his son cried heartbrokenly, but the neighbors who came to pay their respects whispered that he was not filial.
The son felt guilty, but the old man was dead and that was it, so he felt neither resentment nor nostalgia.
When Xiang Jun asked the old man's spirit for his last words, he replied, "Tell my son I don't blame him. Our family is poor, and we can only provide for the young but not the old. I just hope he won't end up in the same situation as me in the future."
Xiang Jun relayed the message truthfully, and his son's wailing stopped, but he could not stop crying.
Xiang Jun felt very heavy in his heart when he saw this scene.
Ma Shenpo introduced her to others, saying that she was raised by ghosts and gods and was a natural witch. Although she was young, she had great abilities and could subdue ghosts and demons and communicate with yin and yang.
After the funeral, everyone was both respectful and afraid of Xiang Jun.
However, this natural wizard had no connection with the people of Wuning County. When Kang Wen came to invite Xiangjun, Xiangjun knew that the time had come.
The witch Ma respectfully sent this terrifyingly powerful witch away. Xiangjun was very grateful and expressed great respect for her in his words.
Ma Shenpo's abilities weren't great, but she was knowledgeable and well-versed in human nature. This was perhaps the fox's strength, the connection between people and things. Ever since the old fox spirit took up residence in Ma Shenpo's body, this sense of understanding the principles of yin and yang, of being in the world and the afterlife, had intensified.
Kang Wen invited Xiang Jun back, and brought the little fat fox and Gong Mengbi back to Wuhuan Peak.
Fatty Kang was lighting a fire in the stove. Seeing Xiangjun and Little Fatty Fox were there, he sighed and said, "I cooked a meal on a whim, but I didn't expect it would be today."
After the last meal, Gong Mengbi offered wine as a tribute and wished them all the best.
The little fat fox was reluctant to leave, but finally pulled his master's trouser leg and climbed onto his neck, treating himself as a scarf and waving at his shoulders.
But the scarf was quite heavy, so Fatty Kang quickly took it off and threw it on the ground.
Gong Mengbi looked at the empty Shouyue Tower and felt a little melancholy for a moment.
When I entered the building, I found that there were many more wine jars.
Opening them one by one, they contained various wines brewed from fresh fruits, blended with moon dew, with a pleasant aroma.
During the time Gong Mengbi was teaching Xiao Yi'er at Fox Hill, Fatty Kang hadn't rested, and had been using Gong Mengbi's moon dew to make wine. He probably thought that by the time Gong Mengbi finished drinking the wine, it would be time for them to return.
Gong Mengbi smiled and sighed, "The day we meet again should not be far away."
In order to meet him soon, Gong Mengbi must continue to improve his own practice.
By late August, Gong Mengbi had mastered the fifth phase of the moon and the Eight Wind Mantra.
The Eight Wind Bottle has also been undergoing rituals and refinement. The eight winds contained in the bottle are the winds of the eight directions and the winds of the eight festivals. Gong Mengbi uses this to achieve the Eight Winds Taoism, condensing it into a talisman that looks like an eight-tailed wind flag.
His skill of calling the wind disappeared, because now he can generate wind with his mind and gather energy with his intention.
As long as he obtains the second volume of the Nine-Tailed Technique, he can try to create a wind tail.
By then, wind and fire will gather together, and moonlight will kill people. It is not only an illusion, but also a powerful offensive technique.
There is no rush now. One tail at a time is a very suitable progress for cultivation. If the tail grows too fast, it will easily cause malnutrition.
Gong Mengbi stood outside Shouyue Tower, walked to the edge of the cliff, stretched out his hand and grabbed, activating the Eight Wind Technique.
He could feel the wind and clouds around Wuhuan Peak breathing in and out, like the swallowing and exhaling of mountains and rivers. He spread his sleeves, and the wind blowing around Wuhuan Peak seemed to come from within his sleeves, growing stronger and stronger, finally breaking through the mountain mist and blowing in all directions.
The golden toad suddenly poked its head out from the Mirror Pond, looked at the clouds blowing away in the sky, the falling moonlight, and then glanced in the direction of Shouyue Tower.
"This guy...is getting more powerful."
The wind whistled and lost control of Gong Mengbi after leaving Wuhuan Peak. It turned into a strong wind that blew across the bamboo ridge, blowing the sound of thousands of bamboo poles.
"It's done!"
A colorful light burst out from the bamboo ridge and turned into the shape of a bird.
He flew against the wind, heading for Wuhuan Peak. As he flew, he wondered, "Why is the breath of this wind so different from before?"
It was not until they flew to Wuhuan Peak that they saw Gong Mengbi, dressed in red, retracting his hand that was waving to the wind, on the high cliff, under the crescent moon.
Wen Xiu yelled, "So you're the one attracting attention!"
Gong Mengbi looked up and saw the bird with colorful feathers flying towards him, so he raised his arm as a platform for the bird to land on.
Wen Xiu landed on Gong Mengbi's arm and said with a smile, "I was wondering if the wind was amiss. It turns out you were the one who caused it."
Gong Mengbi said, "The Dao method is still immature, so it is still somewhat different from the natural wind. But you have finally entered the realm of the rank, congratulations."
Wen Xiu smirked, "So, I said I'd be able to enter the rank soon."
Gong Mengbi said, "It's really fast. It shows how much you've been slacking off in the past."
Wen Xiu said, "I'm in Bamboo Ridge, and I don't need to go out. I'll get stronger slowly if I sleep."
Wen Xiu is a natural spirit transformed from the essence of plants and trees. He can indeed live extremely long and gradually become stronger.
But since he met Gong Mengbi, saw Wang Xiang and made friends with him, his heart gradually came alive and he began to practice hard.
Wen Xiu said, "I'm going to tell Wang Xiang the good news. I'll come play with you tomorrow."
He flapped his wings and flew over the Mirror Pond, shouting, "Yuan Yao, are you asleep?"
Then he flew towards Yudai River without looking back to look for Wangxiang.
Yuan Yao was startled by the strong wind and had not yet fallen asleep. He emerged from the water and asked, "Why are you yelling in the middle of the night?"
In the end, he saw nothing and was immediately furious.
"This damned bird!"
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