Chapter 41 041 Lu Qingqing subconsciously reached out her other hand to grab...
Jimu Peak is the tallest and most dangerous mountain in Yunmiao Sect, and also the peak with the most complex terrain.
There are strong winds at the top all year round, and even birds flying in the clouds cannot stop there. However, it is the best place to quietly observe the nebulae and hone your mind.
Down below is a meadow where it is spring all year round, the sky is as blue as jade, the lake is as beautiful as pearls, it is magnificent;
A little lower is the boundless medicinal field, where a variety of common and rare medicinal herbs are planted. The breeze blows, and the air is always filled with the lingering fragrance of medicine.
Beneath the medicinal fields are jagged rocks and numerous caves of various types, filled with magical instruments, medicinal herbs, books, and alchemy furnaces left by successive owners.
Further down is a cliff with no grass growing on it. It is frozen all year round and not even insects can live on it.
Two white figures suddenly flew across the mountain surrounded by clouds, one in front and one behind, both dressed in Taoist robes, looking elegant and graceful.
Lu Qingqing rode on the Bingxing Sword, following Feng Yingheng, and sighed as she toured the Jimu Peak.
This place is even more majestic and spectacular than the place called Xiongqi Peak, and it is unforgettable.
"Before I moved in, the owner of Jimu Peak was my second uncle." Feng Yingheng's voice was clear and pleasant as it passed through the sharp mountain breeze and reached Lu Qingqing's ears.
“He is…”
After saying just three words, Lu Qingqing stopped talking. There were only two reasons for not living here anymore: either ascend or fall.
The last person to ascend to heaven in the Yunmiao Sect was the previous Sect Master, and that was eight hundred years ago.
Feng Yingheng did not shy away from it and spoke in a calm tone.
"Master-uncle was obsessed with alchemy and didn't care much about martial arts. He didn't specifically collect magical weapons. When he was advancing from the Spiritualization Stage to the Body Integration Stage, he was struck by a small heavenly thunderbolt, which gave rise to a mental demon. He was unable to break through and died."
His next words made Lu Qingqing feel a little complicated.
"I am also in the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. I have been stuck at this level for ten years and have shown no signs of a breakthrough."
Lu Qingqing carefully consoled him, "Many people need to spend dozens or even hundreds of years to advance to the Golden Core stage. Master, you've been stuck in the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation for ten years, which is not a long time. With your talent, it's only a matter of time before you advance to the Fusion stage."
Feng Yingheng: "Ten years may seem like a blink of an eye to others, but it's too long for me."
Lu Qingqing: ...
It’s Versailles, right? This man is in Versailles, right?!
Looking around the world, there are very few people who have reached the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm before the age of two hundred. Feng Yingheng is simply a genius among geniuses.
Take Feng Yingheng's two senior brothers for example. They are already considered to be quite talented, but Ji Haozhi is nearly a thousand years old. He has become a laughing stock in the world of immortal cultivation because of his miraculous birth of a child in old age.
Qian Peng is a little younger, but he is also about 800 years old.
So it is completely normal and reasonable for them to call Feng Yingheng "Xiaoheng".
Lu Qing suppressed his crazy desire to complain about his master and came up with the idea of making a little joke.
"You have accepted me as your disciple. Perhaps this is a new opportunity that will allow you to break the mirror."
The next moment, she saw Feng Yingheng's handsome face turning around with a slight twitch of his lips.
Lu Qingqing smiled so much that her eyes were visible, and thought to herself that if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will be crooked too. I learned this confidence from you, Master.
While chatting, the two landed on the top of the mountain.
From the observatory, the sun can be seen as fiery, stained with a vague and tough color by the spiritual energy of the clouds and mist.
The strong mountain wind was isolated outside the restriction. Feng Yingheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the vast earth.
"Do you know why I brought you here?" he suddenly asked.
Lu Qingqing told the truth: "Disciple doesn't know."
Feng Yingheng waved his hand, and the barrier suddenly loosened a little.
The hurricane came like a tide, and the surging gale was like a knife or a sword. Lu Qingqing subconsciously mobilized her spiritual energy to resist, but it was almost useless. She was blown to pieces and her steps were unstable.
The most terrifying thing was that she felt that the spiritual power in her body seemed to be blown away continuously by this fierce and overbearing wind.
Looking at Feng Yingheng again, he stood steadily in the center of the observatory, not even his sleeves were a mess.
It was as if the master and disciple were now in two completely different time and space.
"Master." Lu Qingqing called out subconsciously.
Feng Yingheng's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't make any movement, just looked at her.
Lu Qingqing now understood that this was Feng Yingheng's test of her and also her first lesson.
With a determined heart, he simply released all his spiritual energy, calmed his body and mind, and continued to fight against the strong wind.
Sure enough, the hurricane seemed to be smaller, and it was no longer painful when it hit my body.
But this force of nature was not something a Jindan cultivator like her could contend with. In a short while, Lu Qingqing's spiritual power was depleted, and she was about to be blown out of the fence and fall into the endless abyss.
At the critical moment, Feng Yingheng reached out and grabbed her.
The Master's hands were warm and dry, completely encircling her wrist.
Lu Qingqing subconsciously stretched out her other hand to grab the other person's arm and leaned closer to him.
The wind was howling, but Feng Yingheng was like the strongest city wall fortress, bringing the strongest sense of security.
The lingering medicinal fragrance was diluted by the strong wind, but it still wafted into the nose and penetrated into the heart.
Slowly, the hurricane turned into a strong wind, then turned into a breeze, and finally disappeared without a trace.
The safe and secure barrier is back.
Lu Qingqing's tense heart slowly calmed down.
Only then did she realize that Feng Yingheng had let go of her wrist, but she was still holding his arm tightly.
Lu Qingqing cursed herself mentally for being crazy. Was she so used to grabbing her benefactor's hands that she actually dared to grab Master Bingshan's hand? How bold...
Quickly let go of your hand and take a step back.
"Master, it is my disciple who is being unruly."
No matter what, it's always a good idea to apologize first.
Feng Yingheng didn't blame her for her rudeness, but instead asked, "How do you feel about being blown by the strong wind just now?"
"Master, the gale at the observatory seemed to have the power to destroy the heavens. Just now, I thought it was going to be torn apart." Lu Qingqing narrowed her eyes, revealing a stubborn expression. "But I refuse to admit defeat. I hope that one day I can be like Master, standing firm in the wind, as unshakable as a pine tree, observing the celestial phenomena from here and looking down at the vast world below."
Feng Yingheng nodded slightly.
"You performed better than I expected." He turned and looked at the clouds in the sky, and his eyes also saw the gradual change of the clouds. "Wei Lan has a higher cultivation level than you, but he can only last half as long as you can in the observatory."
...So, your performance just now was acceptable?
Before he could even rejoice, Feng Yingheng added, "You've never been exposed to medical knowledge before. You're just cramming to join the Yunmiao Sect. This won't work. You need to start your cultivation from scratch. You should start by learning to grow herbs. Do you have any objections?"
"Cultivation isn't something that can be accomplished overnight. I'm so happy to be able to start from scratch, so why would I object?" Lu Qingqing was in high spirits, full of energy and enthusiasm. "So many powerful cultivators have wanted to join the Yunmiao Sect and become your disciples, but they've all failed. I'm incredibly lucky to have you as my teacher. I'll definitely work hard to learn and cultivate, and live up to your hard work."
A hint of tenderness appeared on Feng Yingheng's indifferent face.
"Let's go." He waved his sleeves, creating a passage in the barrier. "I'll take you to the medicinal field first."
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The vast medicinal fields are lush and green, forming stretches of colorful blocks of various shapes, which are particularly beautiful when viewed from the sky.
"Master, did you plant all these yourself?"
Lu Qingqing, who had always been accompanied by a sword, had never seen such a scene before and was full of curiosity.
"Hmm." Although Feng Yingheng spoke little, he showed no lack of patience with his disciple. "All things have spirits. Planting and tending herbs with your own hands, and formulas you research yourself, will greatly increase your success rate and benefit your cultivation."
Lu Qingqing said piously, "I am grateful for your instruction."
Feng Yingheng took her through a field of thriving spiritual grass that shone with spiritual energy, and came to a piece of wasteland.
Lu Qingqing estimated that it was at least two acres.
Her handsome master pointed his slender fingers in the air, and farm tools such as hoes and sickles appeared at the edge of the field.
"First, loosen the soil in this field." Feng Yingheng said, "You are not allowed to use magic or spiritual power. Come find me at Yuantiao Pavilion when you are done."
"Yes, Master."
After watching his master in his fluttering Taoist robe leave, Lu Qingqing did not dare to delay and started working immediately.
She was born in the city in her previous life, so naturally she doesn't know how to do farm work.
But she is a genius in this life, and geniuses can quickly master anything.
Even without using magic or spiritual energy, hoeing the fields would not be a difficult task just based on his physique from cultivating immortals.
As dusk approached, the two acres of land were loosened by the deer.
The setting sun dyed the endless medicinal fields colorful, and the fresh medicinal fragrance filled the world.
Lu Qingqing went to see her master in a happy mood.
Yuantiao Pavilion was built on the cliff near the mountain. It was originally a place for storing books, but was used as a residence by Feng Yingheng, who liked quietness, stargazing and fortune-telling.
Lu Qingqing went up to the third floor. The interior was decorated in a simple and quaint style, and was filled with a low-key scent of high-quality sandalwood.
Feng Yingheng was sitting cross-legged on a low couch, meditating.
Just when I was wondering if I had come at the wrong time, the other person opened his eyes.
"Master, I have loosened the soil in the field according to your instructions."
Lu Qingqing worked for the whole afternoon and did not feel tired at all. Instead, she felt full of energy.
The girl's cheeks were rosy and her eyes were bright and clear, like a plump and translucent peach.
Feng Yingheng's originally tense mouth corners relaxed.
He pointed at the desk, "Take the things on it. The yellow sachet contains some seeds of primary herbs, which can be planted tomorrow. As for the purple sachet..."
Master paused, his tone softening a little that he himself didn't even notice.
"I've never refined a medicine like this before. After several attempts recently, I've finally managed to make one. The effect of the medicine in your body has expired, and I'm afraid it might cause some changes. You must take it as soon as possible."
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