Shen Luo turned a corner and a rockery appeared in his sight.
The top of the highest peak of the rockery was shoveled very flat, forming a platform several feet in size. A figure was sitting cross-legged on it. It was Yu Yan.
At this moment, he made seals with his hands in the shape of a vase, closed his eyes, and breathed in and out slowly through his mouth and nose, with each inhalation and exhalation being extremely slow.
Two milky white gases as thick as two fingers can be vaguely seen between the mouth and nose, going in and out. There is also a faint white halo on the top of the head.
"This is the true cultivation of Taoism!" Shen Luo's eyes widened, feeling a little excited.
The reason why he spared no expense to join the Chunqiu Temple was to obtain the true Taoist magic so that he could be reborn and prolong his life.
However, "Xiao Hua Yang Gong" can only nourish the Yang Gang force and strengthen the body, it cannot be compared with the real Taoist method.
Shen Luo couldn't help but stand there, staring blankly at everything in front of him.
As time passed, the moon sank to the west, and the light from the falling moon began to diminish.
The white halo above Yu Yan's head dissipated, and he put his hands in front of him to make a gesture to end his practice. The milky white gas between his nose also suddenly disappeared, and he stopped practicing.
Shen Luo suddenly woke up, and quickly shrank his body back into the shadows, trying to turn around and leave quietly.
However, he had been standing for too long without realizing it, and his feet had become completely numb and out of control. His body swayed and hit the wall next to him, making a dull sound.
The sound was not loud, but it was quite obvious in the quiet environment at the moment.
"Oh no!" Shen Luo cursed himself inwardly, hoping that Yu Yan didn't notice the commotion here.
"Is it Nephew Shen?" Unfortunately, things went against one's wishes and Yu Yan's voice came slowly.
Shen Luo's heart trembled and he turned around, only to see Yu Yan had come down from the rockery at some point and was standing not far in front of him, looking at him indifferently.
"I accidentally saw my uncle practicing martial arts and found it so magical that I couldn't help but watch him for a while longer. Please forgive me." Shen Luo bowed and apologized.
"It's nothing. I don't have as many stubborn rules as others. Just watch it. It just so happens that I'm not sleepy right now. Please sit over there with me for a while." Yu Yan said nonchalantly, and then walked towards a pavilion beside the pond in front.
Shen Luo limped after him and secretly practiced the "Xiao Hua Yang Gong" to mobilize the flow of Qi and blood in his body. After that, the discomfort in his feet gradually disappeared.
The two of them sat down in the pavilion. Yu Yan shook his sleeves, and two plates of side dishes, a pot of wine, and two wine glasses flew out.
The wine flows down the throat into the body, and the rich aroma of the wine spreads out like a flame, echoing through the internal organs, making people feel refreshed.
Shen Luo only felt that the yang energy condensed from practicing the "Xiao Hua Yang Gong" in his body was stimulated by the smell of alcohol and began to flow through the meridians in his body on its own.
Not only that, a trace of cool air surged out from his internal organs and merged into the Yang Gang. The Yang Gang power actually increased a bit, almost surpassing his past half month of hard training.
Shen Luo was pleasantly surprised and stared at the wine jug greedily, wishing he could grab it and drink it all.