Apprenticeship (II)

Chapter 29 Apprenticeship (2)

These days, everything he has done is to integrate himself into the world reasonably, and now is the last hurdle.

There is nothing strange about his skin. The only flaw in his appearance is his eyes - the eyeballs are made of very small tentacles. If you add some water to the eyeballs from time to time, it looks like the color of his eyes is slightly lighter. Just a few.

He was in front of Zhao Qi just now so that he could see his eyes clearly at close range - Zhao Qi didn't notice anything unusual.

And the next step is now. Over the past few days, he has been getting weaker and weaker, and the aura in his body has become mixed to the point where he is no different from an ordinary person. However, he gradually learned how to use those tentacles and the copper mesh to make the outline of normal human bones under the skin, and he can even consciously simulate the pulse. , heartbeat.

But he didn't know if Zhao Qi had other means to tell that he was not a human being.

This was the purpose of his current posture - three of the four doors of Xue's store were opened, leaving only the narrow exit in front of Zhao Qi. But now he bowed in front of Zhao Qi and blocked the exit. The door leading to the courtyard was closed, and there were kitchen knives and hatchets on the stove. He tried several times so that he could get the weapons in a split second.

But this was not enough. The real weapon was himself - he had cut open his chest and abdomen with a kitchen knife in advance. Now, under the loose clothes, a large mouth with small tentacles wriggling was facing Zhao Qi's upper body. As long as there was something slightly wrong, he would immediately pounce on him and swallow Zhao Qi's head into his belly.

Over the past few days, he has conveyed to Zhao Qi through countless channels the impression that he is just an ordinary rich kid, and he did not bring any self-defense weapons when he came today. Now that he has reached this point, the possibility of success is extremely high!

Zhao Qi put his finger on his pulse, and Li Wuxiang made his pulse beat a little faster and shallower. After a short while, Zhao Qi let out a sigh and looked at him carefully again. Li Wuxiang raised his face without fear and did not move.

Zhao Qi frowned slightly again and closed his eyes for a moment: "Change your hand."

Li Wuxiang handed over his right hand and adjusted his posture slightly. He didn't know if Zhao Qi noticed anything abnormal.

After a while, Zhao Qi took his hand back and stared at him for a moment: "Have you ever practiced cultivation before? Tell the truth."

His face was not as natural as before, but more serious. Li Wuxiang didn't know what he noticed, but he whispered: "I don't know if it counts..."

Li Wuxiang noticed that Zhao Qi's body leaned back slightly and his right heel was slightly off the ground: "Speak carefully."

He seems to be on guard, now may be the best time to pounce!

But Li Wuxiang breathed out softly and calmed down: "I...my father taught me, but I didn't practice it very much. He just told me to sit cross-legged, with my hands in front of my lower abdomen, and my left thumb on the on the thumb of your right hand, then touch your tongue to the roof of your mouth, and close your eyes slightly , say to take a breath through the nose, think about it, along the esophagus, chest, fall into the lower abdomen, count to thirteen, and then exhale, when exhaling out, think about passing through the perineum, then through the spine, the top of the head, and out through the nostrils. ...Master Immortal, is this considered practice?”

What he is talking about is not the cultivation methods in Guangchanzi - the ones there are more complicated and detailed. It's a method of meditation that I knew in my previous life. Now that I can describe it, it is much more suitable than Guang Chanzi's method.

"When did your father teach you to meditate like this?"

"Ah? Is there still time for this?"

Zhao Qi's expression softened, but turned into disdain again, and he snorted: "Humph, you are really stupid...forget it. What you are practicing is a very crude breathing method from ancient times. , which can be regarded as the enlightenment of various spiritual methods in the world today. Ordinary people have no way to find the way, and occasionally they do. For those who have mastered this method, it is okay to practice blindly like you, and it will still have the effect of meditating. But if you are really good at it, and you have no guidance from the master, you will not be able to do it once you get out of control. If it makes a person miserable for the rest of his life, he will be considered useless!"

"Then, then I..."

"It's a good thing you didn't practice too long!"

Li Wuxiang was stunned for a moment, the joy fleeting on his face: "Then the immortal master said that my qualifications are good?"

Good indeed. Zhao Qi sighed in his heart, feeling as good as before. Although the aura in his body was mixed, as he said, "without long practice", he actually had a very subtle sense of aura. He was silent for a moment and then said: "Barely can be considered a good word, but why are you so weak?"

He glanced at the door of the wing: "Is there a mute girl living here?"

Li Wuxiang was stunned for a while, and then said hurriedly: "No, Master Immortal, I have never, not since I was a child..."

"You must hold on." Zhao Qi looked at him seriously, "Before establishing the foundation, you must not leak Yuanyang."

Li Wuxiang answered "yes", then opened his mouth in astonishment, and immediately took a deep breath, put his hands on the ground, and bowed three times: "Master is on top, I accept my disciple's bow!"

Then he felt his head loosen up, and it was Zhao Qi who casually loosened his bun.

"He found something wrong with me?!" Li Wuxiang's body tensed up instantly, and he was about to jump up the next moment, but the blow did not come. Instead, Zhao Qi twisted his hair and put it into a bun again. He whispered: "The immortal caressed my head, Get married and receive immortality - from today on, you are my disciple. Remember, your master is Ranshan Sect, your master is Zhao Puppet, our sect worships Donghuang Taiyi, and the ancestor is... forget it. Okay, I’ll talk to you about Grandmaster later.”

Li Wuxiang looked up and saw Zhao Qi frowning. After a moment's thought, he immediately took out another white handkerchief from his bosom and presented it to him. Zhao Qi wiped his hands with the handkerchief: "Master, I see that your hair has turned white. You must be overly worried. When you were not my disciple, it was normal for you to worry about your relatives, but after entering the door of cultivation, you must know how to guard your heart."

"...Yes."

"You should also wash your hair and clean your body. Your hair is dirty and thicker than that of ordinary people."

"Yes, disciple remembers."

Zhao Qi stared at him expressionlessly for a while, and suddenly sighed: "Okay. Tomorrow morning, you come to Chen's house to find me, I have something to say to you."

Li Wuxiang didn't know why he suddenly showed such a lack of interest. Was it because he was "weak"? It didn't look like it. But he didn't want to think about this matter now, because he was shocked by another thing at the moment!

Zhao Qi left the house, and Li Wuxiang also saw him out. He bowed and knelt in front of the door, motionless, and waited until Zhao Qi walked across the bridge and his figure completely disappeared before he straightened up.

Then he recited in his mind the two lines of poetry that Zhao Qi recited when he combed his hair for him - the immortal strokes my head, and I will live forever after tying my hair!

It seems that Zhao Qi is reluctant to touch his hair, thinking it is dirty, but he still frowned and did it. This should be some kind of ritual when the Ranshan Sect accepts disciples - but how can there be these two lines of poetry in this world? !

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