For the next five days, Feng Qingcheng studied martial arts techniques and diligently cultivated at Lotus Peak.
Long Moyuan is right, An Ding still has a lot to teach her.
She was truly frustrated after being thoroughly defeated by the big shots several times.
That day, she took out the exercise manual her mother had drawn and looked at it, feeling that she could understand some of it.
Aren't those circles and marks that my mother drew just the symbols that my master inputted into her every day?
"Master."
Upon seeing An Ding appear, she excitedly walked towards him.
An Ding, get out of the way quickly.
He was truly terrified of her; he had accidentally fallen for her poison.
This girl has really caused him a lot of trouble these past few days, making him run to the toilet so many times a day that he's starting to question the meaning of life.
However, it seems that after expelling all the waste from his body, he actually advanced in rank.
After years of not making any progress, he actually broke through after being poisoned by this girl.
He didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
"What are you trying to do now?" An Ding glared at her angrily.
Feng Qingcheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't poison you again."
I don't believe you for a second.
An Ding said, "Keep your distance. If I want to teach you the techniques, I will naturally impart them to you."
This guy is so wary of her.
“Master, I can actually see that you have too much toxins in your body, so I want to help you cleanse them. Now you can sleep soundly until dawn every night, and your complexion is rosy. You don’t look like you’ve been poisoned at all.”
"Nonsense, if I gave you a whole day to do diapers, wouldn't you be so tired that you'd fall asleep?" An Ding refused to believe that the girl was so kind.
These past few days I've made him sleep so soundly, which has interfered with his cultivation.
Feng Qingcheng sighed, "Sigh, you won't listen to the truth. I'm really just cleaning up your mess."
"You think you've cultivated yourself to the point where you can diagnose illnesses just by observing faces?"
"Of course, otherwise how would I have earned the title of divine healer? As my level increases, my divine skills also improve."
"Stay away from your teacher." Seeing that she was too close, An Ding took a few steps back.
Feng Qingcheng sighed and stopped explaining. She simply waved one of the martial arts manuals her mother had drawn in her hand: "Master, I have a manual written by my mother here. I feel it's more powerful than yours. Would you like to take a look?"
As soon as Feng Qingcheng finished speaking, her hand went empty; the cultivation manual had vanished without a trace.
"Ah Cheng, let me take it back and study it first." An Ding's calm voice came from the air.
"Just like that, you're leaving? Aren't you going to pass on any cultivation techniques or anything?" Feng Qingcheng asked, looking into the air.
"I will teach you one last set of techniques. Once you learn them, you can break through the barrier and leave. There is nothing more I can teach you."
Soon, a new cultivation technique appeared in Feng Qingcheng's mind.
Ding'an, that guy, has quite a few martial arts techniques.
For the past five days, she has been learning more than a dozen sets of exercises every day.
An Ding said that she was quick to learn and that such talent should not be wasted.
And so, An Ding confined her within a barrier to allow her to cultivate.
However, she secretly entered the space.
Her cultivation in the space was far superior to this broken barrier.
Sigh, it's been five days since we last met. I wonder how A-Yuan is doing.
This guy must be throwing a tantrum, right?
The two had never been apart for so long since they got married.
The fact that Long Moyuan agreed this time shows that he wanted to improve himself.
Not only was she traumatized, but Long Moyuan was too.
"A-Yuan, I miss you."
After Feng Qingcheng finished speaking, she sat cross-legged and began to diligently learn this new technique.
She had only been learning for a short while when she felt she could play with ease.
She couldn't help but sigh: "Recently, An Ding's level has been getting worse and worse, and the techniques he's teaching are becoming less and less difficult."
"Master, that's because your comprehension has improved," the little pig said lazily, lying next to her.
Feng Qingcheng swatted it away: "Get out of my way, don't bother me."
Xiao Long and Xiao Hei were desperately trying to cultivate with her, but Xiao Zhu Zhu not only refused to cultivate, but also kept harassing her.
Pigs are indeed lazy.
The little pig bounced onto the barrier and then flew back.
"This pig can be invincible even while lying down, why should I bother with cultivation? Isn't it better to eat, drink, poop, and sleep all day?"
Xiao Long said disdainfully, "Get out of the way, don't hinder my progress."
Little Black said, "Little Black must work hard to outdo Little Pig."
"Hmph, even if you cultivate for another hundred years, you still can't compare to me. My innate divine power is beyond your reach. You can only be envious and jealous."
A wisp of smoke swatted the little pig away.
Recently, Qingyan has been diligently practicing the magic of the ghost realm.
She thought it would be pretty good to become a big shot in the ghost realm, and it would be even more impressive to become a ghost king.
Nowadays, Qingyan recites the Heart-Cleansing Mantra every day and drinks a lot of spiritual water, which has reduced the malevolence in her body. She doesn't seem to have as much hatred for the Xuantian Sect anymore.
Even An Ding found it unbelievable and praised Feng Qingcheng as a genius at exorcising ghosts.
Now, Qingyan only wants to become stronger, dreaming of one day blowing up Longtai's cold palace and rescuing the princess.
She didn't dare reveal her feelings, keeping them hidden tightly.
She was terrified that her master could read her mind.
Another half day passed.
Feng Qingcheng mastered An Ding's set of techniques to perfection.
But surprisingly, it didn't advance.
This made her feel somewhat regretful.
However, once you reach this level, advancing to the next star is harder than climbing to heaven.
It all depends on luck.
Just as she was about to break through the barrier and escape, An Ding appeared.
He became unusually agitated: "Acheng, did your mother write this set of techniques?"
Feng Qingcheng nodded.
"Didn't your mother forget everything?"
“I gave her acupuncture, and now she remembers me.”
"That's wonderful!" An Ding was overjoyed.
"Wait, you know my mother?" Feng Qingcheng looked at him in confusion.
An Ding said, "We met when we were young."
Feng Qingcheng imagined that An Ding and her mother had a melodramatic childhood sweetheart romance, the kind that was ultimately broken up by their parents.
"Do you know why my mother became an idiot?" she asked.
"I don't know. Ah Cheng, your mother's technique is truly amazing, but I can't fathom its secrets."
"Uh, even you can't figure it out? Was my mother the kind of person who used to be very powerful?"
"She's so-so, but she knows martial arts techniques, and she taught me many of them."
What?
Stop joking, okay?
Her mother had been mentally challenged ever since she could remember.
"Master, are you kidding me?"
"No, the techniques your mother taught you are unmatched, but she's not at a high enough level to unleash that level of mastery."
Is this even allowed?
"So, if my mother's rank increases, then she'll be the kind of person who's really powerful?"
"right."
"Now I'm even thinking of going back to help my mother get a promotion."
Feng Qingcheng felt a strong urge to try it.
"Acheng, I have already translated it for you. You must carefully study your mother's cultivation method. If you can learn one set, you will be able to fight at least ten levels higher."
Is it that strong?
Is the person Master is talking about her mother?
Why does this seem so unreliable?
Feng Qingcheng quickly pulled out the dozen or so manuals written by her mother from her spatial storage: "Master, these are all written by my mother. Please help me translate them."
An Ding held those books and knelt down, weeping.
"That's great, that's great."
Feng Qingcheng: "..."
"Give me three days, and I'll translate it all for you." After saying this, An Ding disappeared with the book in his arms.
Three more days?
Will it take a while?
Feng Qingcheng broke through the barrier and emerged.
Before she could even step out, she was pulled into Long Moyuan's arms, who had been waiting outside the barrier.
Before Feng Qingcheng could react, she was kissed so passionately by Long Moyuan that she was completely overwhelmed.
The man's breathing was disordered, and he had long since lost control.
A day apart feels like three autumns.
Five autumns have passed since then.
By the time Feng Qingcheng came to her senses, the two had already returned to their dormitory from Lotus Peak.
Long Moyuan's speed in bringing his wife home is a bit too fast.
Isn't he afraid of being laughed at?
Long Moyuan didn't care; after being a monk for five days, he was craving food.
He then pushed her onto the bed.
"Ah Cheng, the spiritual energy in my body is almost uncontrollable. Help me absorb it," the man said seductively.
Feng Qingcheng blushed slightly and hugged him tightly.
The two quickly started doing things they both enjoyed.
Even when Feng Qingcheng's back ached, Long Moyuan still wouldn't let her go.
Feng Qingcheng didn't know when it ended.
When she advanced to the next level, she fully woke up.
Alas, all my efforts these past few days couldn't compare to a single instance of dual cultivation.
It's too embarrassing to say it out loud.
It seems that the little pig's suggestion is really good.
Why does she have to work so hard when she can just effortlessly win by practicing dual cultivation?
Long Moyuan looked at her very closely, wishing he could etch her into his mind.
"Ah Cheng, if you don't come out soon, I'm going to break the barrier."
Feng Qingcheng said, "Your temperament is a bit too hasty."
"Don't you like it?"
"I like it."
I love it so much!
After cuddling together for a while, Feng Qingcheng finally took out the cultivation manual written by her mother.
"This is the cultivation method written by my mother. I thought she was just scribbling randomly because she was confused. I never expected that my master would actually translate these symbols into a cultivation method."
Long Moyuan was shocked: "Is my mother-in-law that amazing?"
"Of course, I heard from my master that my mother guided him in his cultivation when she was young."
Long Moyuan exclaimed in surprise, "Then isn't my mother-in-law even more formidable than An Ding?"
"Master said that Mother is very skilled in teaching martial arts and can teach others beyond her level, but she herself is not at that level and cannot unleash the powerful artistic conception she desires."
"There are actually such geniuses." Long Moyuan exclaimed in amazement.
"Yes, if I can cure my mother, I feel like I'll be able to take off."
Long Moyuan affectionately pinched her nose: "That day will come."
The young couple began to study this set of exercises.
Feng Qingcheng discovered that Long Moyuan had his own unique way of interpreting cultivation techniques.
The two then entered the space together to cultivate.
However, their mother's techniques were too profound, and the two of them could only learn a few pages before they were unable to continue.
This completely ignited Feng Qingcheng's competitive spirit.
The young couple started all over again, practicing word by word.
This time, I revised an extra page, and then I couldn't continue.
"It seems that Master An Ding was right. If I learn my mother's set of techniques, I really can fight against opponents ten levels higher."
Long Moyuan said, "Haste makes waste. Let's take it slow."
"Um."
The young couple practiced for a while and were able to revise another page. Feng Qingcheng knew that there was no point in continuing to revise it.
It will cause indigestion.
It's time to reward myself after these days of training.
"Ah Yuan, let's have a barbecue."
"good."
She's been craving it so much these past few days.
The barbecue prepared by the little spirit pets was not tasty at all; if she hadn't been so hungry, she wouldn't have wanted to eat it at all.
The couple set up a barbecue grill in the space.
Working together as a team makes the work easier.
Long Moyuan became more and more enthusiastic as he worked.
The little pig actively brought out a lot of monster meat.
Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but shake her head.
This pig is most diligent in preparing delicious food.
No, it has another advantage: it's good at storing things.
It saved its mother's scribbles; it's a true hero.
"Little piggy, here's a treat for you."
Feng Qingcheng took out a bottle of advancement pills, and the little pig quickly grabbed it and ran away.
Look, its owner loves it the most.
Before long, Long Moyuan was enjoying the barbecue that Acheng had personally grilled.
It's so delicious.
How could Ah Cheng bake something so delicious?
In fact, Long Moyuan had been fasting for the past five days.
With Ah Cheng not around, he lost his appetite and simply stopped eating.
He didn't feel hungry at all.
Now he understood the reason: it wasn't that he wasn't hungry, it was just that after eating Ah Cheng's delicious food, he couldn't stomach anything else.
"Ah Yuan, is it delicious?" Feng Qingcheng asked with a smile.
"Delicious." Long Moyuan said as he fed her a large chicken leg.
Feng Qingcheng also fed him a leg of lamb.
The young couple was incredibly sweet.
"By the way, Master An Ding said it will take three days to finish translating all of Mother's cultivation techniques, so we will have to stay here for another three days."
Long Moyuan said, "We haven't figured out where to find the third fragment yet, so why don't we sneak back to the manor?"
"Aren't you bringing those three guys?" Feng Qingcheng asked.
Long Moyuan said, "The three of them are currently cultivating diligently in the Elite Hall. It is said that Uncle Chang is very attentive to them, and they are making rapid progress every day."
Feng Qingcheng said, "Does he want to help those three guys up the wall?"
Long Moyuan nodded.
"He's so funny."
"Exactly, can those three pieces of mud be plastered on a wall?"
Feng Qingcheng chuckled.
In the eyes of a great master like Long Moyuan, those three were truly worthless.
There's nothing we can do; they're just too outstanding.
Thinking of Uncle Chang's hostility towards Long Moyuan, Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but ask, "Nothing has happened between you and Uncle Chang these days, has it?"
She had cast a forgetfulness spell on Uncle Chang, but it disappeared automatically after a couple of days.
Long Moyuan said, "He ignored me, and I ignored him too. But I could sense that he was hostile towards me."
Feng Qingcheng said, "Stay away from him from now on."
"Um."
The young couple ate until their bellies were round and full, the little spirit pets were even more stuffed, and even Qingyan ate several skewers of grilled meat.
"Do ghosts eat too?" Feng Qingcheng asked.
Qingyan said, "The smell is too strong, I really can't stand it."
How did you feel after eating it?
Qingyan said, "It has no taste, it's like I haven't eaten anything at all."
"Then aren't you just wasting your time?"
Qingyan said, "It's fun."
Because there was so much leftover barbecue, Feng Qingcheng suggested giving it to Nanfeng and the others.
Long Moyuan did not agree, but picked up the Qiankun bag and put it away, indicating that he could eat it slowly on the way back to the manor.
Upon seeing this, Feng Qingcheng was speechless.
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