"Wake up!"
A loud shout by his ear scared Han Xiao so much that he almost jumped up from the bed. He opened his eyes and looked at his senior sister Ling Long's face, which was right in front of him. Han Xiao pressed the back of his head tightly against the bed.
"Senior Sister, what is it?" Han Xiao asked in a low voice after they had pulled away a little.
"What is it?" Exquisite asked with a smile. Then, she put on a serious face and pretended to be mature,"The sun is already shining on your butt, and you're still sleeping. Hurry up and get up. Daddy is already waiting for you outside. He was about to become a cultivator, so why was he still lazing in bed?”After saying that, he even gave Han Xiao a sideways glance.
Obviously, Han Zhitian had taught his daughter to listen to these words in the past. Today, Exquisite had woken up early to wake Han Xiao up just to satisfy her craving for teaching him a lesson. After she finished speaking, she looked at Han Xiao's reaction proudly.
When Han Xiao heard what his senior sister said, he remembered that his master said that he would teach him the way of cultivation today. He hurriedly jumped out of bed and put on his clothes in a hurry.
When Han Xiao finished washing up and walked out of the house, he saw his master, Han Zhitian, standing by the cliff with his hands behind his back, facing east. Han Xiao quickly walked behind Han Zhitian and bowed,""Master, disciple is late."
Han Zhitian smiled at Han Xiao and said,""It's not late. The sunrise on this mountain is much earlier. In the future, just wake up at this time every day.”
Han Xiao saw his Senior Sister Ling Long sitting cross-legged on a rock not far away. She placed her hands on her knees and faced the east to cultivate.
Han Zhitian saw Han Xiao staring blankly at Exquisite and smiled. He patted Han Xiao's head and said,""Although Ling Long is only eleven years old, she has been practicing her basic skills for five years. But because Uncle Zhong and your master's wife doted on her, I didn't teach her strictly.”
Han Xiao raised his head to look at his master in confusion. Han Zhitian continued,""Xiao 'er, I will only take you as my disciple. You must not disappoint me. Are you afraid of suffering?”
When Han Xiao heard his master's question, he said firmly,""Don't be afraid, Master. I won't let you down.”
"Alright, if you work hard on your cultivation, I'll find a way to make your foundation the same as Ling Long's within three years.”After saying that, Ling Long, who was not far away, seemed to have sensed something. She looked at her father and made a face.
Han Zhitian looked at Exquisite and said to Han Xiao,""The breathing technique that your senior sister practices is something that I modified from an ancient technique. It is very effective in consolidating one's foundation, cultivating one's vitality, and strengthening one's tendons and bones. Other than this, I also want to teach you a method to circulate neixi. You have to remember to practice at all times and not be lazy, understand?”
"Yes, Master!" Han Xiao hurriedly said.
Seeing Han Xiao nod in agreement, Han Zhitian continued,""Due to certain reasons, Linglong doesn't know this technique either. You can't tell outsiders, do you hear me?”
Although he didn't know what his master meant, Han Xiao still nodded in agreement.
Then, Han Zhitian had Han Xiao face the eastern sea of clouds with him. Following his rhythm, he taught Han Xiao to breathe in the slightly cool morning air.
At first, Han Xiao was still confused, but he followed Han Zhitian's request and breathed in the cool morning air to nourish his five internal organs. When the first ray of sunlight appeared above the sea of clouds, Han Xiao felt as if his mind had been drenched in a handful of cold water. The muddle-headed fatigue from waking up early was swept away.
At this moment, Han Zhitian's voice was heard," Early morning, the period before the day and night switch, is the time when the division of Yin and Yang is the clearest. During this period of time, it is helpful for the spiritual sense to be clear and the five residences to be clear. However, there was no need to do so after sunrise. After sunrise, the world would be filled with the power of the Grand Sun Primordial Fire. Except for cultivators who cultivated some special techniques, it was not beneficial for them to attract the power of the Grand Sun Primordial Fire into their bodies.”
Han Zhitian taught Han Xiao a set of neixi circulation methods, and then had Han Xiao practice diligently every morning. In Han Zhitian's view, the foundation of cultivation was to have a good body. Cultivation was to transcend the world. If he became weaker and weaker in the end, wouldn't he be putting the cart before the horse?
Han Zhitian continued to tell Han Xiao how vast and powerful the Power of Heaven and Earth was. To use these powers, the body was the most important. Many people in the world only valued external forces and did not know that their bodies were the biggest treasure house in the world. It was not without reason that humans were the leader of all spirits. The interior of the human body was like a chaotic world. Yin and Yang complemented each other and the five elements stood side by side. In the future, whether it would produce wind, rain, lightning, or a lump of mud would depend on his own efforts. In the end, Han Zhitian told Han Xiao that apart from breathing in and out every morning, he would also have to climb Heaven-Piercing Peak with Exquisite. After you finish your homework, go to Uncle Zhong's place in the afternoon and ask him to teach you some ways to use your body.
Just like that, when Han Zhitian taught Han Xiao some general knowledge of cultivation, the master and disciple listened attentively while the other taught carefully. Occasionally, Han Xiao would ask Han Zhitian questions when he had questions, and Han Zhitian would usually let Han Xiao memorize them first. He told Han Xiao that he only needed to remember them. Many things were often mixed up with one's own understanding, which was not good for Han Xiao's future cultivation.
" Although Exquisite started training a few years earlier than you," Han Zhitian said," she hasn't learned how to use it yet. The foundation was the most important thing in cultivation. With a good foundation, he would be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort no matter what he cultivated in the future.”
In the blink of an eye, half a day had passed. Han Zhitian had only taught Han Xiao a set of skills to move around. After Han Xiao had practiced and memorized it, Han Zhitian said,""From now on, every morning, you and Ling Long will practice here in the morning. Go to Uncle Zhong's place in the afternoon. He will help you arrange some homework, understand?”
After memorizing the set of martial arts, Han Xiao turned to Han Zhitian and said,""Yes, Master."
In the afternoon, Han Xiao went to Uncle Zhong's courtyard as instructed. Uncle Zhong knew that Han Xiao would come, so he sat on a stone bench in the courtyard and arranged some herbs.
Uncle Zhong saw Han Xiao enter the courtyard and waved his hand,"Xiao 'er, did your master send you here?”
Han Xiao hurriedly took two steps forward and bowed to Uncle Zhong."Yes, Uncle Zhong. Master asked me to listen to your orders.”
Uncle Zhong laughed and said casually,"Cultivation is an extremely difficult thing. Xiao 'er, why do you want to cultivate?”
Han Xiao was stunned when he heard Uncle Zhong's question. He had never thought about this question. Han Xiao pondered for a moment and said childishly,""I want to be like Master and Mistress, able to fly and go wherever I want.”
"Oh." Uncle Zhong smiled and nodded." You're very similar to your master in this aspect. No wonder he wanted to take you as his disciple." The word fate was really puzzling.”
Uncle Zhong stood up and walked to the side of the courtyard. The empty space there was filled with wooden stakes of different thickness. Uncle Zhong walked to the pile of wooden stakes and bent down to pick up a foot-long chopper. He kicked a wooden stake up and chopped it twice with his hand. The wooden stake fell to the ground and split into four parts like a flower. The size and thickness were exactly the same.
" Your task today is to chop wood. Come…" Uncle Zhong called out to Han Xiao and handed the chopper in his hand to Han Xiao. He pointed at a large pile of wood as thick as Han Xiao's waist on the east side of the courtyard and told Han Xiao that his afternoon class would be to chop wood here for four hours.
Although Han Xiao was very puzzled, he still followed Uncle Zhong's instructions. Uncle Zhong watched Han Xiao chop the wood from the side and even gave him pointers on the posture and strength of Han Xiao's waist horse from time to time. But even so,
"The waist must be deep, and the qi must sink into the dantian. "These are all in your master's chants. Use the breathing technique that your master taught you to exert your strength…" Uncle Zhong was picking up herbs at the side and pointing at Han Xiao.
When Han Xiao was too tired to lift his arm, Uncle Zhong would always give Han Xiao pointers to help him recover his strength.
After four hours of chopping wood, Han Xiao was already drenched in sweat and wanted to lie on the ground immediately. Uncle Zhong glanced at the exhausted Han Xiao and nodded in satisfaction. During this time, he did not ask Han Xiao to stop, and Han Xiao did not ask to rest. On this point, Uncle Zhong and Han Zhitian shared the same opinion. In cultivation, talent was no longer the most important thing. Instead, one's temperament was the most important!
Uncle Zhong shook the medicinal herbs in his hand and glanced at the setting sun. He said to Han Xiao,"Xiao 'er, that's enough."
When Han Xiao heard Uncle Zhong shout for him to stop, he threw down the chopper in his hand with a clang and wanted to lie down on the ground. Uncle Zhong saw this and hurriedly said,"Xiao 'er, the five qi are facing the origin. One long and one short, the effect is good at this time."”
Han Xiao sat cross-legged on the ground with great difficulty, silently operating the technique his master taught him according to Uncle Zhong's instructions.
Uncle Zhong looked at the child silently. This was the child that Han Zhitian had picked up. After a long time…Uncle Zhong looked up at the clouds in the sky, and a nostalgic expression appeared on his face. He sighed as if he had made up his mind and walked into the house with the herbs.
After about the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn, Han Xiao opened his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and stood up. Just then, Uncle Zhong came out of the room. Seeing Han Xiao stand up, he said,"Come, Xiao 'er, follow me into the house.”As he spoke, he walked towards the side room.
He followed Uncle Zhong into the room. The moment he entered the room, Han Xiao could smell the thick smell of herbs. There was a large wooden bucket in the room. Even Han Xiao could barely stick his head out when he stood inside. The bucket was filled with water.
Uncle Zhong looked at Han Xiao from the side and said,"Xiao 'er, stand inside."”
Han Xiao took off his clothes and stretched one foot into the bucket. He said,"Uncle Zhong, the water is so cold! Will you get sick if you stand inside?"
Uncle Zhong laughed and said,"Don't worry, just don't feel too hot later. Besides, even if you're sick, you still have me. I'll help you cure it.”
Although it was still June, the climate in the Hundred Thousand Mountains was very different. Just the mountainside of the Heaven-Piercing Peak was already chilly, let alone a bucket of cold water.
" Oh." Han Xiao was helpless. He could only use one leg to circle on the surface of the water to find the courage to go in.
Uncle Zhong saw Han Xiao standing by the bucket and gesturing for a long time. He couldn't help but laugh. He put down the dustpan in his hand, stabbed Han Xiao with both hands, and threw him into the bucket.
"Ah!" Caught off guard, Han Xiao felt as if his entire body was being pricked by thousands of needles. He wanted to jump out of the bucket, but Uncle Zhong's hand was on his shoulder. He tried a few times, but he couldn't stand up.
In just a moment, Han Xiao felt his limbs stiffen, and even his neck was not as obedient as before. The back of his head was as stiff as a wooden needle.
Uncle Zhong saw that Han Xiao was finally obedient as he stood in the bucket. He hurriedly took some herbs from the medicine rack beside him and picked them up to put into the bucket.
Han Xiao looked at Uncle Zhong from the corner of his eyes and asked curiously,"Uncle Zhong, what are you doing?”
Uncle Zhong laughed and said,"You'll know later."”He focused on picking the herbs.
These herbs varied in size, some were fresh and some were dried. Some were like the roots of plants, some were like the grass and leaves on the roadside, and dozens of herbs were put into the bucket by Uncle Zhong.
At first, Han Xiao was still very puzzled. After a while, Han Xiao could only turn his attention to fighting with the cold water in the bucket. He felt so cold that his entire body was numb, but his face was a little hot.
"Uncle…Uncle…Zhong, it's so…cold!”Han Xiao felt as if his internal organs were frozen. After all, he was still a child. Han Xiao shouted at Uncle Zhong.
Uncle Zhong laughed when he heard this and said,"Ling Long also makes this medicine every day, but she never complained about it.”
Hearing Uncle Zhong say this, Han Xiao's competitive spirit rose, he clenched his teeth and didn't complain anymore.
Han Xiao only felt a cold air piercing into his body like steel needles, sticking to his bones and rushing straight to his head. It was as if the top of his head was about to split open. His eyes were swollen, as if his soul was about to be frozen.
At this moment, even if Han Xiao wanted to shout, it was useless. It was so cold that even Han Xiao's teeth seemed to be stuck together. No matter how hard he tried, he could not open his mouth.
When Uncle Zhong saw this, he recalled the scene when Ling Long soaked this herb and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
About fifteen minutes later, Han Xiao felt dizzy. Han Xiao vaguely felt that it was not because of the cold water. After all, it was not winter now. How could it be so cold that it was numb?
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