Mei Xianzhang worked very hard and diligently. After listening to Fang Jian's sermons three times, she seemed to have some understanding.
Just like now, she was squatting in front of the stove, cooking and practicing magic at the same time.
In cultivation, the first thing is to "cultivate", and the second is to "refine". What you cultivate is the operation of Taoism, and what you cultivate is the constancy of your mind and nature.
And "refining" means practicing Qi, refining the body, and various techniques and gestures.
At this time, Mei Xianzhang was practicing the magic formula while watching the fire and cooking. She was so absorbed in the practice that she felt her ten fingers were constantly changing into various gestures, which made her feel very novel and interesting.
Suddenly, Mei Xianzhang, who had just made a hand seal, suddenly felt her body getting hot, and she woke up with a start.
"Dad said that when you first start practicing Taoism, a warm air will flow through your body. That is the first magical power born in your body. At the same time, the pores all over your body will dilate, smoke and mist will rise, and the turbid air in your body will be expelled from the pores by that first magical power..." Mei Xianzhang was
While recalling what Fang Jian said, she felt the heat on her body becoming more and more obvious, and wisps of white smoke were rising from her clothes.
"This is just like what dad said! I did it! Hahahaha, I did it!" Mei Xianzhang stood up with a whoosh, and rushed out of the kitchen with a thick cloud of white smoke all over his body.
"Dad, Dad, I succeeded, I succeeded, hahahaha!" Mei Xianzhang cheered and rushed into the yard.
Fang Jian, who was practicing "Zixu Yishu" in the yard, turned his head to look at Mei Xianzhang, but saw a flame on her clothes behind her, and the flame was spreading at an extremely fast speed.
The hem of Mei Xianzhang's dress was completely on fire, and her whole body was enveloped in burning smoke. At this moment, she was laughing and shouting, just like Fan Jin who had passed the imperial examination.
"I did it, Dad. Look, I did it!" Mei Xianzhang shouted happily.
But Fang Jian had already rushed to Mei Xianzhang, hugged her, and then waved his sleeves towards her lower body to extinguish the flames.
Thanks to the magical power of the "Su Huan Needle", Mei Xianzhang was not burned. Later, Fang Jian went to the kitchen to take a look and realized that Mei Xianzhang was too engrossed in practicing the technique, and the firewood under the stove flipped over and ignited her clothes.
However, with the blessing of the Kitchen God, the rice was successfully cooked and was very delicious.
'Huluhulu'
Mei Xianzhang was lying on the table eating, enjoying her meal very much. She didn't mind what had just happened at all.
Fang Jian sat across from Mei Xianzhang, looked at him and said, "Disciple, you haven't even started in three days. Your aptitude is a bit poor!"
Mei Xianzhang swallowed a mouthful of food and asked, "Dad, how long have you been here?"
"One hour." Fang Jian said with a smile.
Mei Xianzhang said, "The book says 'diligence can make up for lack of talent'. I'm not talented, so I just need to be more diligent."
"Good boy." Fang Jian said with a look of relief.
At this time, Mei Xianzhang raised his head again, looked at Fang Jian seriously and said, "I want a book."
"Okay, I'll go buy it for you later." Fang Jian said, "Analects, Three Character Classic, Thousand Character Classic, these are enough for you to read, right?"
Mei Xianzhang nodded and said, "That's quite impressive."
Time flies, and another half a month has passed. It must be said that Mei Xianzhang's aptitude is indeed poor, and she still has not yet started practicing.
But Fang Jian did not despise her. After all, she was destined to be his disciple. Even if she was a pig, he would be responsible for her to the end.
However, although Mei Xianzhang's qualifications are very poor, her comprehension is very high, even higher than Fang Jian's.
No matter whether it was the "Hongqing Yulü Zhenglei Sword Sutra" or the newly bought "The Analects of Confucius", "Three Character Classic" or "Thousand Character Classic", as long as Fang Jian explained it once or twice, even if she did not recognize many of the words, she could quickly understand the profound principles contained therein.
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"An old Taoist priest in paddy field clothing, carrying a gourd on his back, wearing a scarf, and wearing brown shoes and cloth socks, is a familiar figure. He can repair musical instruments and sell medicine, and he can catch ghosts and demons. White clouds and red leaves return to the mountain path. I heard that he built a house on the cliff, but where can I find it?"
A melodious song rang out in Lingji Mountain and went straight into the Lotus Cave.
The Lotus Mother, who was sitting in meditation, frowned slightly, slowly opened her eyes, and said to the ghost boy beside her, "Go and see who is singing."
"Yes." The ghost boy responded and quickly walked out of the cave.
Arriving outside the cave, the ghost boy asked the two Nascent Soul Realm demon cultivators stationed at the door, "The ancestor asked you to go and see who is singing."
The two demon cultivators looked at each other, then quickly walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down. They saw a young man in coarse linen clothes walking on the mountain road with a bundle of firewood on his back.
"It's a woodcutter." The demon cultivator turned around and said.
The ghost boy also came to the edge of the cliff and looked down. This ghost boy was at the Yin Shen realm. He glanced at the woodcutter and did not find any magical power or energy on him.
Yin God and Yang God have the same practice. The living beings in the world of the living cultivate "Yang God", while the ghost-like creatures in the underworld cultivate "Yin God".
When the ghost boy saw that the woodcutter was not a transformed cultivator, he stopped paying attention to him and returned to the Lotus Cave to report to the Lotus Mother.
After hearing the ghost boy's report, Mother Lotus's face darkened and she scolded him, "Foolish! If he wasn't a cultivator transformed, how could he have passed through the barrier outside my cave with his singing?"
The ghost boy was stunned when he heard this, then he quickly bowed and said, "Grandfather, please forgive me."
The Lotus Mother waved her sleeves and said, "This person must be a Taoist immortal. Please step aside. I will test his Taoism."
"I obey the order of the law." The ghost boy bowed, then took two steps back respectfully, and his figure disappeared into the white wall.
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