Peng Sili raised his hands and pushed open the double wooden doors.
In the room, the floor was covered with a layer of ice crystals, exuding a hint of cold air.
Bai Chuan, who was tall and thin, with a feminine temperament and thin lips that lacked blood color, stood in front of the case with his hands behind his hands and glanced at him: "How is the situation?"
Peng Sili, who had an ordinary appearance, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Prisoner Xu has brought people back to the wooden courtyard, and there is a lot of discussion in the prison."
He briefly introduced the subsequent situation, and finally said: "According to the investigation, Muyuan and Naji Ping'an had no previous contact."
"If you can't find it, it doesn't mean it's not there," Bai Chuan said indifferently, "I don't believe in coincidence."
People who are good at scheming often like conspiracy theories. Bai Chuan thought about it repeatedly and always felt that he had been tricked by Xu Xiurong.
Peng Sili tentatively said: "It is said that Ji Ping'an once said that the reason why he joined Muyuan was firstly because his talent was suitable, and secondly... Xu Jianhou was good-looking."
At the end of the sentence, his tone was a little awkward and he felt it was too ridiculous.
In fact, almost no one took it seriously, thinking it was Ji Ping'an's excuse for speculation.
nice? Bai Chuan was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but start a conspiracy theory: Could it be that he failed in a honey trap?
He shuddered and shook his head violently to get rid of this ridiculous idea. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:
"This is the end of the matter. Whether it's a strategy or a coincidence, it doesn't matter."
Peng Sili echoed:
"What the prisoner said is true. This time Muyuan escaped by chance, but it was just lingering. I have the advantage, but after this incident, we can no longer take it lightly."
"Oh?" Bai Chuan said with interest: "What do you think?"
Peng Sili came closer and muttered for a moment. Bai Chuan raised his eyebrows and said in deep thought: "Just do as you say."
…
inside the room.
"What did you say?"
Xu Xiurong could hardly maintain his dignity as a teacher, his eyes widened and his expression was exaggerated.
Ji Ping'an sighed, wondering why after all these years, his stupid disciple was still as restless as before.
He explained: "Actually, I have been cultivating my Qi a few days ago. As for my cultivation, well, the Imperial Master left me some suitable elixirs."
He explains it in an easy-to-understand way.
...So, by concealing the time of awakening, using the innate talent of Mu Xiang, combined with enough top-quality elixirs, it is indeed possible to do it... It is not without precedent in the practice world.
It can be seen from the saying that "if a golden elixir is swallowed into the belly, my destiny is determined by me and not by heaven".
But Xu Xiurong still felt that it was unreal, and the key point was that such precious elixirs were wasted in the Qi-nourishing realm, and the poor female star official felt inexplicably sad.
She let out a deep breath, and then said seriously:
"Elixirs are only auxiliary. Don't rely too much on them. It's fine in the Qi-nourishing state. But when you reach a higher state in the future, the effect of the elixirs on your practice will be greatly reduced. And if you take it for a long time, it will be harmful rather than beneficial."
Ji Ping'an said he would accept it with an open mind and would never abuse it, and asked the female star official to keep his secret for the time being.
Xu Xiurong happily agreed and said:
"I will hide this matter for you. Don't worry about the comments in the prison. We are practitioners after all, and progress in cultivation is the key to withstanding all wind and rain. Now that we are admitted to the hospital, we will practice quietly in the future, and later go out and join the rest of the sect. Let’s get acquainted, we’ll have class tomorrow.”
Ji Ping'an stood up and cupped his hands: "Yes."
…
There is a stream in Qintian Prison, and there are many buildings scattered along the river, among which the wooden courtyard is the largest.
Each of the five branches has its own characteristics. The wooden courtyard has the most shade from plants and trees. If you walk in accidentally, you will feel like you are in an imperial garden.
In the center of the "garden" is the courtyard called "Four Seasons Pavilion", which is where Si Chens study. In the courtyard, a giant willow tree hangs like a canopy.
The next day.
When Ji Ping'an and Huang He, who had put on new clothes, arrived, they saw that the other eight "fellow disciples" had already arrived.
Mu Yaoyao and others all looked at him. Although they had met him yesterday, they were still curious about Ji Ping'an, the legendary student.
"Everyone is here, take a seat." The middle-aged Sili at the head said with a smile.
There were few disciples in Muyuan, so they didn't bother to separate during class. Everyone sat together and Si Li answered questions and gave specific instructions.
But today there are newcomers who will talk about some basic knowledge of spiritual practice as usual.
The middle-aged Si Li said with a smile: "This place is called 'Four Seasons Pavilion'. It was taken by the former Imperial Master himself. Do you know the meaning?"
The old students have all heard this passage, but no one rushed to answer it because they knew it was not meant for them.
Huang He Peng shook his head: "What does it mean?"
The middle-aged Si Li said: "The metaphor means that the four seasons rotate, and spring is the first. And our wooden courtyard holds the 'year star', where all things grow, and it is also the beginning of the five elements."
Ji Ping'an sat under the tree, sighing in his heart, thinking: People in future generations love to make up their own minds, how could he have thought of this.
In fact, the name "Chunfeng Pavilion" that I originally named collided with the name of the brothel in Shendu. I also named four or five similar ones, but they all collided... I had no choice but to change it to Four Seasons.
All the disciples straightened their backs and showed pride.
The middle-aged Si Li said:
"When you are admitted to the hospital, you will be in the Qi-nourishing realm. This realm is the foundation of practice, and there is no detailed division. You only need to practice hard day and night to absorb spiritual elements. When the spiritual elements fill the Qi sea, you will be the peak of the Qi-nourishing realm. Then, step into Only when you break through the nine realms can you have detailed distinctions, and you can also learn stronger techniques."
Huang He said curiously: "I heard that Pojiu has nine small realms."
Si Li nodded: "Po Jiu is the name of the great realm. When you first enter, it is called Po One, then Po Two, Po Three... After Po Eight, it is 'Po Nine', but because it has the same name as the Great Realm, in order to avoid confusion, it is often Call it 'perfection'.
"To put it simply, in the future, if you hear people talking about breaking the nine realms, they are referring to the general realm. If they mention 'perfection', they are referring to the peak of breaking the nine realms."
Why is it so troublesome... Huang He complained, but still pricked up his ears: "Then how to divide different small realms?"
"Good question," Si Li said with a smile:
"The division is extremely simple. After entering the ninth realm, you still need to continuously absorb the spiritual elements of heaven and earth to fill the sea of qi, but the difficulty will gradually increase. Each time the filling reaches the limit, it will be compressed into a grain of starlight. Break one grain, break two liang Grains... perfection is nine grains of starlight."
After a pause, he shook his head and said:
"But these are too far away from you. Today I will teach you a technique that can be mastered in the Qi-nourishing realm, picking leaves and flying flowers. That is, controlling flowers and leaves from the air to hurt people invisible..."
Huang He was so excited that he immediately took out his pen and ink to record the content of the lecture.
This technique is not complicated, but it is difficult to master the fineness of control.
After class.
Huang He tried to raise his hand and use Lingsu to control the fallen leaves outside the window, but he still couldn't get the point.
The senior brothers and sisters next to me came over, enthusiastically pointed out mistakes and taught tips.
Mu Yaoyao, who had a beautiful and fair face and her bangs hanging down, walked up to Ji Ping'an and said with a smile, "Junior brother, don't you try it?"
Throughout the class, she kept peeking and noticed that Ji Ping'an had been looking out the window in trance.
Ji Ping'an suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes were a little strange, he chuckled and shook his head: "No need."
Mu Yaoyao blinked, put on the airs of senior sister, and kept chattering:
"Spells can only be mastered by practicing. Understanding and being able to perform them are two different things... Come on, let me teach you. Raise your right hand with the palm facing outward..."
Ji Pingan had no choice but to imitate the girl's gesture, raised his right hand and pushed gently towards the window.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Suddenly a wind blew up in the courtyard, and pieces of flying flowers and grass leaves swept across like crazy. They slowly fell down in an instant and formed a yin-yang and Tai Chi pattern on the green brick floor of the courtyard.
Mu Yaoyao's face was dull, and she was stunned on the spot. In the Four Seasons Pavilion, a group of boys and girls looked at each other.
Is this the horror of the innate wood phase?
Eyes gathered one after another, and they saw that Ji Ping'an had already rolled up his book, walked out of the small courtyard, and walked towards Qinglian Xiaozhu.
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Qinglian Xiaozhu.
When Ji Ping'an arrived, he raised his eyebrows slightly and saw a group of people gathered outside the closed courtyard door.
"Are you Ji Ping'an?" The crowd parted, and a young man wearing Shuiyuan Sichen's robe walked straight over, with sharp and complex brown eyes.
Ji Ping'an looked at this face for a few seconds and said, "Is something wrong?"
The young man said in a deep voice: "Let me give you a piece of advice."
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ps: That’s the bad thing about not saving the manuscript. I’m in a hurry to write and don’t have time to think about it carefully.
