White-Robed Chief

Chapter 39: Spiritual soil

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The night is hazy and the moon is like water.

Six small boats covered with black oilcloth silently docked at Yuqi Island.

Several big men came down and gently carried more than fifty sacks into Chu Li's small courtyard.

In the brightly lit small courtyard, he stood in the middle of the courtyard and directed them to put down their hands. His voice was calm and low, as if he was afraid of shocking others.

In a moment, the big men disappeared silently. The boat left Yuqi Island and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

Xueling stood beside Chu Li, her shining eyes turning as she looked at the sacks.

Although she didn't know what was in the sack, she knew from the mysterious way she acted that it was something confidential and she needed to keep her mouth shut.

Chu Li pointed to a pile of sacks: "Open them all."

Xueling walked over, bent down and untied the sack, and her back and hips formed a graceful arc, which was touching.

Chu Li turned his eyes away and fell on these sacks.

Some are filled with dark red soil, some are filled with dead leaves and grass, some are filled with black sand, and some smell like feces.

Despite the unpleasant smell, Xueling opened the bag without changing her expression, and then looked at Chu Li.

Chu Li looked at these sacks and showed a satisfied look. He had got everything he wanted. He then gave orders, asking Xueling to spread the contents of the sacks layer by layer in the courtyard in a specific order. Finally, I brought two buckets of water and poured them on it.

The two of them worked hard all night, with Chu Li giving instructions and Xueling busying non-stop. Her snow-white shirt was stained and her body smelled faintly.

Xueling's expression remained unchanged, and Chu Li didn't say a single word of complaint about what she did.

Chu Li secretly smiled, this girl is really tolerant.

As soon as the morning sun appeared, Chu Li stopped adjusting his breath, got down and went out of the house, and asked Xueling to water again.

Xueling came out from the west wing, carried two buckets of water, scooped up the water, and splashed the water bit by bit, soaking the six-meter-long and six-meter-wide square of soil.

After that, Chu Li asked her to water it again after an hour. The most important thing today was to water it, once every hour.

Xueling gritted her teeth and nodded.

After Chu Li confessed, he continued to practice the Vajra Due magic skill.

Xueling watched from the side. After an hour, he started watering. After watering, he stood aside and watched Chu Li practice. He quickly memorized the thirty-six movements.

At noon, Xueling made a sumptuous lunch.

Chu Li sat at the stone table in the small pavilion: "Xueling, you can eat too!"

"Sir, I am a maid and cannot share the same table with you!" Xueling said sternly.

Chu Li looked up at her and smiled: "There are only two of us, how can there be so many rules!"

"The rules cannot be broken." Xueling said.

Chu Li laughed: "Okay, it's up to you."

He learned about Xueling's life experience. She was originally a daughter of a prefect. Later, the prefect was assassinated by a martial arts master, and her mother took refuge with her uncle. She was only ten years old at the time, and she buried her hatred for the martial arts master. The desire for martial arts.

This prefect was a disciple of the Duke of Guo, so she was able to enter the Duke's Palace and became a maid on Yuqi Island. Until now, when she was twenty years old, she had completed the foundation building and was practicing hard.

But she is not a genius in martial arts, and her progress is slow. It will take some time to break into the ninth level. Watching Chu Li practice, she is curious about what kind of martial arts he practices and whether she can practice it.

Chu Li lowered his head to eat, with a great appetite. Halfway through the meal, he suddenly said: "The martial arts I practice are not suitable for you."

Xueling's expression changed.

Chu Li looked up at her and said with a smile: "This is a Buddhist mental method. It is not suitable for women to practice. It is very dangerous. If you don't have enough Buddhist practice, practicing it is suicide. Don't do it!"

"Sir, do you have enough Buddhist practice?"

"You don't know where I'm from?"

"The manager didn't say anything."

"I grew up in a monastery and have been practicing Buddhism. That's why I dare to practice this martial arts. But you can't. Practicing it will be harmful and useless... Are you practicing Taiyin Jue?"

"...Yes." Xueling nodded lightly.

Chu Li said: "This mental technique is very powerful, but it is very difficult to practice."

"It doesn't matter!" Xueling said.

Chu Li looked at her: "Practice this, you will suffer a lot!"

The Taiyin Jue is not an ordinary mental method. It cultivates the purest and most yin internal power and is extremely powerful. However, the progress of the cultivation is slow. It is estimated to be one-third of the normal mental method and twice as powerful as the ordinary mental method.

Taiyin Jue is suitable for geniuses to practice, and it is better for ordinary people to avoid it. Xueling's heart is as high as the sky, but his qualifications are average. If he really wants to practice it, unless he has external help, he will suffer a lot if he practices on his own.

Xueling pursed her red lips tightly and said nothing.

Chu Li smiled and said no more. Her character was to never look back until she hit the wall, so she could only let herself despair and give up.

Xueling's cooking skills are even better than Li Yue's, and her talent in cooking is much better than her talent in martial arts. She is really not suitable for practicing martial arts.

But he knew Xueling's obsession, which was almost obsessive, and she desperately wanted to practice martial arts to protect her family. He didn't want to pour cold water on her and let her hit a wall on her own.

"Sir, you haven't broken through the Ninth Grade Tower, have you?"

"No."

"Then can you get through the ninth floor?"

Chu Li laughed.

Xueling looked at him quietly without a trace of smile.

Chu Li smiled and said: "I don't want to break into the ninth-grade building, and I don't want to be a guard."

"In this way..." Xueling nodded lightly and said no more.

Even if Chu Li didn't have luck, Da Yuan Jingzhi could see her disdain, waved his hand and said: "Okay, let's go eat, don't forget to water it!"

"Yes." Xueling bowed, backed out of the pavilion, and turned to leave.

Chu Li looked at her plump and attractive back and smiled. She was really carefree.

After dinner, he went to the library, read books for an hour, and then came back to continue practicing the Vajra Dua skill until evening, then returned to the East Garden.

He was determined to read all the books in the library, spending an hour every day reading, and finishing the books as soon as possible while he could not leave the house.

In the following days, he stayed at Yuqi Island, either watering the soil, turning the soil, or adding another sack of things. The dark red soil gradually turned into dark black, and finally became as dark as ink, and the original odor turned into a faint smell. The aroma is like the scent of rosewood.

This means that the transformation of spiritual soil is successful, and the mixed mud is truly transformed into spiritual soil!

(End of chapter)