Previously, Liu Shisui went back to the small courtyard to read the entry method. He read it very carefully and focused, and quickly memorized all the contents above.
At that time, the setting sun had not yet gone, and he began to practice according to the requirements in the book.
At the beginning, there are various postures, followed by lunges and inverted bridges, and finally a set of boxing techniques.
That set of punches is not difficult, but it requires continuous force, and if it lasts for a little longer, his breathing will become extremely difficult and he will not be able to continue at all.
Just when he was about to give up, his chest and abdomen moved suddenly, and his breathing entered a certain peculiar rhythm, which could perfectly match the force of punching!
That kind of breathing rhythm is indeed strange, sometimes long and sometimes rapid, and it seems to be irregular, but Liu Shisui is very familiar with it, otherwise he would not be able to use it.
That was the breathing method Jing Jiu taught him in the small mountain village.
Even until now, he didn't know that this breathing method was called Yumen breathing, but he, who seemed clumsy but actually smart, knew very clearly what it meant.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything, but glanced at him.
Liu Shisui understood what he meant and stood up quickly.
At the entrance of the village, Jing Jiu took a look at him and knew that he was a one-in-a-million natural born Daoist, otherwise he would not have been selected.
During this year, Jing Jiu didn't teach him more, but just taught him the most basic Yumen breath.
Although the foundation is very important, Liu Shisui's Dao Seed is well protected, as long as the people of the Green Mountain Sect are not blind, they will definitely not miss it.
But it only took Liu Shisui half a day to discover the beauty of it. Somewhat beyond his expectation, this child's understanding was better than he imagined.
"You don't need to thank me." Jing Jiu said, "You taught me before, it's just in exchange."
Liu Shisui thought to himself, how can chopping firewood and cooking be compared with spiritual practice
Jing Jiu said again: "Cultivation requires concentration and tranquility. There are deacons handling the chores in the courtyard, so you don't have to think about coming here all the time."
Liu Shisui said anxiously, "My lord, don't you want me?"
Jing Jiu didn't like making noise, so he raised his hand to signal him not to talk anymore. Looking at the courtyard outside the window, he found that the area was not small, and it was really troublesome to clean it.
"Then it's up to you."
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The green leaves fall with the wind and go downstream with the stream.
Time flies like water, more than ten days will pass soon.
The outer disciples of Nansong Pavilion practice hard day and night, they are very diligent, no one dares to relax.
You can see young disciples doing body exercises everywhere on the cliff, or squatting, or leaning on the pine, and more often they are punching.
From early morning to dusk, there is constant punching and shouting. In early summer, the leaves are rustling and the birds in the forest are even more restless.
In the places where the fist wind is the strongest, you can even vaguely see the white smoke transpiring.
Looking at these pictures, Master Lu was quite satisfied, thinking that when the three-month period is up, more than half of the disciples should have successfully entered the initial stage.
At this time Liu Shisui came out from the training hall.
Seeing him, Master Lu was even more satisfied, with a smile on his face, thinking that he was indeed a natural born Taoist, and he really lived up to expectations.
According to his judgment, in a few days at most, Liu Shisui will be able to enter the state of holding the gods. Calculated at this speed, in another year, this child may really reach the perfection of the state of holding the gods.
If Nansong Pavilion can produce a genius disciple who can enter the inner sect within a year...
Thinking of that senior brother Meng who is now on Shangde Peak, the longing in his heart is getting stronger and stronger.
If it wasn't for luck to meet Zhao Layue, how could that brother Meng have such good luck.
Master Lu's gaze followed Liu Shisui, watching him walk into the small courtyard, his smile suddenly faded, and his brows frowned.
That courtyard belongs to Jing Jiu.
Neither he nor the outer disciples knew what Jing Jiu had done in the past ten days.
After noon, Jing Jiu would be seen lying on a bamboo reclining chair basking in the sun, but he didn't know where that bamboo reclining chair came from.
Master Lu felt more and more that he had misjudged himself.
But what really displeased him was not Jing Jiu's incompetence, but to this day, Liu Shisui still regarded himself as Jing Jiu's school boy or servant.
Liu Shisui didn't notice the importance attached by sects and immortal masters, and the respect of fellow disciples. He still took care of Jing Jiu's daily life every day as if he was in a small mountain village.
In addition to practicing hard every day, he also went to the small courtyard to do a lot of chores.
Every time I saw this scene, both Master Lu and the disciples felt that it was so ridiculous, and naturally they also felt a lot of displeasure towards Jing Jiu.
According to the rules or habits of the Green Mountain Sect, it is generally rare to interfere with the cultivation of outer disciples, but the idea in Master Lu's heart is getting stronger and stronger, and it is almost unstoppable.
He didn't want that handsome young man to delay the most promising genius of the Green Mountain Sect.
He wanted to find a suitable opportunity to separate the pair of master and servant, and even considered whether he should find a reason to drive Jing Jiu out of the mountain gate
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In the dead of night, Liu Shisui returned to his courtyard, opened the door and entered, and saw Master Lu standing in the courtyard.
He was a very clever boy, he quickly guessed the purpose of the immortal master, and his face became a little pale.
Seeing the change in his expression, Master Lu said, "It seems that I don't need to say anything more."
Liu Shisui pursed his lips and did not speak.
Master Lu did not expect him to be so stubborn, and said in a deep voice: "A cultivator ignores fate and looks down on the common people, how can he be a servant?"
Liu Shisui lowered his head and said, "My lord has done me a great favor, and I want to repay him."
Master Lu frowned and said: "I don't care what entanglements you have with him in the mortal world. When you come here, you have to cut everything with a sword. My Qingshan sect cultivates the way of the sword, and what we hold is the heart of the sword. Is it true Don't you have the power to make a decision?"
Liu Shisui still lowered his head, and said in a trembling voice: "If the immortal master wants to drive the young master away, then I will not practice."
Master Lu was slightly annoyed when he heard the words, one must know that cultivating the Tao is the dream of many mortals in the world, and they want to give it up for the sake of others
But at the next moment, the anger in his heart turned into admiration. Liu Shisui's resolute choice is not in line with the Qingshan sect's way of swordsmanship
Master Lu looked into Liu Shisui's eyes and said, "I will respect your wishes and will not drive him away forcibly, but you must understand that you are a true genius in cultivating the Tao, and you must be far above that young master of yours. Can you adapt to this change, the change has already happened, and one day he will not be able to keep up with your footsteps, and will be separated from you in the clouds, and will never meet again. I only hope that before that, you will not be caught by him Too much drag."
After saying this, he left the courtyard.
Liu Shisui raised his head, with a dazed expression on his small face.
The next moment, he looked towards the courtyard surrounded by night, hesitating a little.