"Hiss~~~ Old Master Jiu, please be gentler!" Mu Jingyu was dragged out of the wooden house by the drunkard. He staggered for a few steps before regaining his balance.
The drunkard looked up and looked around. When he saw a small mountain on the left, he pulled Mu Jingyu and walked quickly.
"Old senior, aren't we going to Dan Chan Mountain? Where are you taking this kid with you?"
After following the drunkard for a hundred feet, it didn't look like he was going out of the valley. Mu Jingyu raised his head and asked.
The drunkard coldly said two words: "Practice!"
"Practice?" Mu Jingyu was a little confused. When he was outside Jianning City, the drunkard said that he would teach him some skills after the matter was completed. Why did he suddenly want to teach the medical immortal his skills after playing a few riddles with him?
Could it be that... he was afraid that he would not be able to pass the level of spiritual energy explosion, so he had to fulfill his promise in advance? Thinking of this, Mu Jingyu felt a chill run through his body. But then I thought about it, didn’t the Medical Immortal just say that as long as he took the Suo Mai Zhenling Pill, he would be safe?
"Boy, what are you thinking about!" The drunkard gave Mu Jingyu a slap in the face: "Dan Chan Mountain is located in the hinterland of Yaoming Palace, and there are countless spirits with great cultivation around. If I were alone, I could come and go freely. But with you as a burden, there is no guarantee that something will not go wrong. I have to teach you some skills first to forcibly improve your cultivation. It can also increase your ability to protect yourself, so that you will not be attacked by monsters before you can steal the elixir. Killed."
Nowadays, Mu Jingyu is the only hope for the drunkard and the medical fairy, and nothing can go wrong. That's why the drunkard suddenly wants to teach Mu Jingyu the technique.
Mu Jingyu was overjoyed, rubbed his palms and asked, "I wonder what kind of skills the old man wants to teach this kid."
The drunkard was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Of course it is the old drunkard's lifelong secret..."
The words "lifelong secret knowledge" were heard in his ears, and Mu Jingyu was shocked and felt a little dizzy. Thinking about how cultivated this drunkard is, the lifelong secret knowledge he has learned is probably no worse than the skills of the nine sects.
Mu Jingyu never expected that he would teach him his lifelong secret. For a moment, his body and mind were so dizzy that he didn't notice the flash of sadness on the drunkard's face.
"This... this is so embarrassing. I just did a small favor to the two seniors. You can just teach me some skills. This is a lifelong secret, but I don't dare to take it seriously." Mu Jingyu thought in his heart. I'm ecstatic, but it's hard to show it.
"I wanted to teach you a few techniques at random and deal with the problem. But when we arrived at Dan Chan Mountain, we were not within the sphere of influence of the Yaowei Palace. There were tens of thousands of spirits around, and there were dangers everywhere. I was afraid that there would be a fight. The old wine man doesn’t have time to take care of you.”
The drunkard was right. This time, time was tight and the task was heavy, and he brought Mu Jingyu with him. Once his whereabouts were exposed and he had a conflict with the spirits of Yaowei Palace, he was really afraid that if he didn't take good care of him, his life would be lost.
If he had an accident, not only would one person's life be lost. It is more related to the life and death of Medical Immortal and Yaowang Valley. Therefore, the drunkard made up his mind to teach him the secret knowledge he had learned throughout his life.
In fact, a hint of uneasiness arose in the drunkard's heart. This was the first time he felt like this after entering the realm of divine knowledge.
I think he has been famous as an alcoholic for decades, and everyone in the world knows and respects him. I don’t know how many people want to join his disciples. But the drunkard was used to the overt and covert fights among his disciples from various sects, and he didn't want the disciples he accepted to fall into internal fighting in order to inherit his own mantle, so he gave up on recruiting disciples to preach.
But in the wooden house, the medical fairy suddenly asked the drunkard to take Mu Jingyu to Danchan Mountain to steal the Vein-Suppressing Pill, and he saw a somewhat lonely look in his eyes.
The drunkard also felt a heavy uneasiness in his heart. Only then did he make a temporary decision to pass on his lifelong skills to Mu Jingyu. First, let him have enough ability to protect himself. Secondly...if you encounter life or death, you can keep your skills in the world so as not to die with you.
After passing through several wooden houses, the drunkard took Mu Jingyu and was about to walk towards a hill in front of him when Wan Daoquan suddenly followed him from somewhere else.
After seeing the two of them from a distance, Wan Daoquan waved his hand and shouted: "Senior Jiu, how is the master doing?"
The drunkard stopped and put away his heavy expression: "Master Nephew Wan, your master is fine. If you recover, you'd better go and help him rescue the poisoned villagers."
Wan Daoquan didn't seem to hear the dissuasion implicit in the drunkard's words, and instead followed the two of them: "I have just sent out all the disciples in the valley. By the evening, I can send those We brought the poisoned villagers back and treated them."
As he spoke, he stretched out his finger, pointed at the small mountain peak, and asked: "Senior Jiu and this little friend, are you going to Zhuxia Peak? But did Master ask you to pick any medicinal materials? Dao Quan himself I grew up in Yaowang Valley, and I am very familiar with every plant and tree here. If Senior Jiu doesn’t mind, I can lead the way. Maybe I can also be of some help."
The drunkard stopped and gazed thoughtfully at Wan Daoquan's earnest smile, then smiled calmly and said: "Little friend Mu and I need to go to Zhuxia Peak to do some small things, so you don't need to follow us for the time being."
Wan Daoquan was still trying to find a reason to follow the two of them, but the drunkard followed closely and said, "Why, are you still afraid that I will get lost in the Medicine King Valley?"
Wan Daoquan felt the slight majesty emanating from the drunkard, and could only stop, clasped his hands and said: "In that case, I won't disturb senior Jiujiu. I have something to do, so I will leave first."
The drunkard waited until Wan Dao had gone far before leading Mu Jingyu into Zhuxia Peak.
Mu Jingyu followed the drunkard and asked in confusion: "Old senior, you don't want Wan Daoquan to follow you, are you afraid that he will secretly learn your old skills?"
The drunkard smiled but did not answer. Mu Jingyu blamed himself for being bored. After touching his nose, he stopped asking this question.
The drunkard led Mu Jingyu and walked in circles in the mountains for a long time. During this period, he also used spiritual energy to set up several concealment formations, and then led him to an extremely inconspicuous deep pool.
I saw a waterfall, rushing down from a mountain more than a hundred feet high, lapping in a deep pool below, stirring up countless waves.
The drunkard stood on the grass next to the cold pool, turned around and looked around, whispered that this was it, and threw the wine gourd into the air at any time.
The wine gourd was hovering steadily above the waterfall, and a small piece of transparent stone as big as a thumb was spit out from the wine gourd's mouth.
In an instant, all the waterfalls rushing downwards stopped in an instant. It seemed that they were attracted by the transparent stones, and actually flowed upstream, spiraling and converging around them.
Seeing the water flowing more and more, the drunkard pointed at the transparent stone from a distance, and generated endless strength from it, collecting all the river water that was constantly gathering into his body.
Mu Jingyu looked on in shock. This small stone seemed to have endless space inside it, swallowing up all the surrounding river water in one go.
"Melt!" After the drunkard shouted softly, the small stone that had swallowed up a lot of river water began to become blurry. Large clouds of mist spread from its surface, growing faster and faster.
In just a few breaths, the entire valley was filled. Mu Jingyu stood in it and looked out. Under the sunlight, a layer of water mist created colorful waves, like a fairyland.
After streams of water mist poured on the grass, they set off waves and flowed back into the cold pool.
The drunkard looked around with satisfaction: "Okay, the formation of fog and clouds has been set up. I can rest assured here and teach you my lifelong skills."
This formation of mist and clouds was created by a drunkard who combined the inanimate stones in the wine gourd and spent several months fiddling with it.
Although this large formation does not have very strong attack capabilities. But when the drunkard sets it up, it can enhance the speed of his own spiritual energy.
This time, time is limited, and the fog and cloud formation he has set up can speed up Mu Jingyu's cultivation and achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Mu Jingyu just stood still and felt that the water mist coming towards his face contained powerful innate spiritual energy. The Shaoyang Nazhen Sutra in the body began to circulate unconsciously.
"Little friend Mu, are you ready? I am going to teach you the skills."
The drunkard saw Mu Jingyu frozen in place, apparently entering a state of cultivation without knowing it, with a look of approval in his eyes.
Originally, he was worried that Mu Jingyu's talent was mediocre and that he would not be able to master the techniques he taught him in a short period of time. But looking at Mu Jingyu's current performance, he is completely relieved.
Although a person's innate aptitude determines the speed of his cultivation, it does not determine the height he can ultimately reach. Comprehension, diligence and acquired circumstances are also very critical.
Although Mu Jingyu's innate qualifications are too poor, his understanding is not weak. And by chance, I got an ancient fairy treasure. If you can integrate what you have learned throughout your life, your future achievements will be limitless.
The drunkard's voice was not loud, but it penetrated Mu Jingyu's mind and immediately woke him up from the emptiness.
"Old..." Mu Jingyu said the word "老" before suddenly changing his words: "Master, my disciple Mu Jingyu is ready."
Although the drunkard didn't let him become his teacher, he still wanted to teach him his lifelong skills. It is not an exaggeration to call Mu Jingyu his master.
"Okay! Old Jiutou had no intention of accepting you as his disciple. Since you called me Master, I will gladly accept it!" The drunkard laughed loudly and said, "My good disciple, we don't have much time left. We only have this half a day." One night. I will explain the three techniques to you in detail. As for how much you can understand and learn, it depends on your own destiny."
Mu Jingyu nodded: "Master, even if you teach me, Jingyu will never let you down."
"Good boy, you have quite a lot of confidence. It suits me very well."
The drunkard knows in his heart that his three special skills are all ancient and contemporary techniques in Jiuzhou. Not to mention that most people have learned it, even if they want to fully understand it, they won't be able to do it in less than three or five days.
He was teaching it to Mu Jingyu on a temporary basis, but he didn't have high expectations. He just hoped that he could understand the basics, and that would be enough to achieve his goal.
The drunkard motioned Mu Jingyu to sit down, and after making a cultivation gesture with his hands, he slowly said: "The first technique I teach you is the method of exhaling and absorbing sutras. The level of a person's cultivation depends on everything. The amount of spiritual energy in the body, the strength of the meridians and inner elixir. When I was a teenager, I accidentally learned a set of internal cultivation methods from the endless flowing waterfall, which I named the Heart Sutra of Returning All Qi to the Origin."
When he talked about the internal mental refining method he had created, the drunkard showed an arrogant expression. As he spoke, he poured out the essence one by one to Mu Jingyu.
Mu Jingyu sat cross-legged, and slowly entered the emptiness as the drunkard explained. The meridians circulated naturally, and the mist surrounding them slowly enveloped him. Looking from a distance, it looks like an immortal descending to earth.
This set of mental methods only has more than a hundred words, but every word is precious, containing the experience of practicing alcoholics for decades.
Mu Jingyu has a very high level of understanding. He only listened to it two or three times and memorized everything. Under the guidance of the drunkard, he began to practice on his own.
After Mu Jingyu completely fell into the practice, the drunkard stopped teaching the technique, stood next to Mu Jingyu, and began to observe his practice of the Heart Sutra of All Qi Returning to the Origin.
This sitting lasted for three hours. Mu Jingyu didn't wake up from meditation until ten o'clock in the evening.
After running the Ten Thousand Qi Guiyuan Heart Sutra for three consecutive days, Mu Jingyu felt that his originally stagnant cultivation had actually broken through to the early stage of Guiyuan at this moment!
"Boy, how do you feel?"
The drunkard was in a good mood at the moment, even though he expected that Mu Jingyu was not low in understanding. But he never expected that he could memorize the entire Heart Sutra of Returning All Qi to the Origin in just three hours.
The first time he practiced, he actually forcibly moved three great celestial beings. How could he not be filled with praise? It seems that there will be a successor to this ancient and unique skill.
