The days that followed were peaceful. Before he knew it, another month had passed, and Qin Feng's time was tightly scheduled from morning to night.
He has not told the two ladies about the immortal magic yet. He only wants to wait until he masters the divine power and learns the immortal magic before making any plans.
In the house, his consciousness returned, Qin Feng was breathing heavily, his face was pale, and big beads of sweat fell from his forehead.
Yes, he failed again. Although he had long discovered the existence of the innate energy in his eyes, no matter how hard he tried, he could not arouse it.
The first step was not smooth, and the difficulty of cultivating divine power was far beyond his expectation.
"Why can't it be induced? It is obvious that the previous practice of guiding righteousness and Hongmeng immortal energy is a matter of course." Qin Feng frowned, puzzled.
At this time, the phantom of Senior Xuan Yi appeared, and he said thoughtfully: "Innate Yiqi is the beginning of Hunyuan, the foundation of all things, and naturally cannot be measured by common sense.
However, Hongmeng Immortal Qi is not an ordinary thing. If you use Hongmeng Immortal Qi to extradite him, you should be able to succeed.
According to my guess, it may be that you are unable to control the Hongmeng Immortal Qi, which is why the Hongmeng Immortal Qi is shaken away by the latter as soon as it gets close to the innate energy. "
After hearing this, Qin Feng also fell into deep thought: "Senior, is there any way to improve my control of Hongmeng's immortal energy?"
Xuan Yi shook his head: "My method is not applicable to you unless the world returns to its original environment and there is inexhaustible Hongmeng Immortal Qi."
Qin Feng sighed after hearing this, how could this be possible? Is it really impossible for me to learn divine power?
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and asked aloud: "Senior Xuan, in today's world, the lineage of hundreds of ghosts, gods, warriors, and civil sages are the mainstream.
As for the control over oneself, the divine warrior is the most powerful.
If I can understand the Shenwu Wufu's method of controlling energy, can I apply it to Hongmeng Immortal Energy? "
Xuan Yi pondered for a moment, then responded: "As the saying goes, everything can change without departing from its origin, so your idea should be feasible.
But if one relies solely on Shenwu Wufu's power-gathering skills, he may not be able to control the Hongmeng Immortal Qi.
You need to seek advice from a high-quality martial artist and learn more sophisticated control methods. "
Qin Feng grinned and said with a smile: "Senior, don't worry, I already have a candidate in mind."
On the other side, in the lobby of the Qin Mansion, Father Qin was holding a tea cup and blowing it gently. He could not help but frown when he saw that the fine tea leaves could not sink and floated on the water.
The two ladies on the side saw this and asked in confusion: "What's wrong, sir? Why do you have this expression?"
"I don't know why, but my heart suddenly tightened. I always felt that something bad was going to happen. Has anything happened in the house recently?" Father Qin asked.
Erniang frowned when she heard this: "Don't talk nonsense, the Qin family is prosperous now, how can anything bad happen?"
"Could it be that something happened to An'er in the Southern Territory?" Father Qin asked uneasily.
"Bah, bah, bah! An'er just sent a letter back not long ago, saying that her cultivation has improved further and everything is fine. She also asked me not to worry about her. Could it be that Master has forgotten?"
"Hiss~ That's weird." Father Qin was kept in the dark and didn't know that trouble was coming.
...
At lunch time, Qin Feng and others gathered together.
After Qing'er put all the food on the table, Father Qin said a few words briefly and then started to use his chopsticks.
At this moment, Qin Feng picked up a chicken drumstick, put it into his father's bowl, and said with a smile: "Dad, I know you like to eat this, so I asked the kitchen to make more."
The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became quiet, and this scene always felt a bit familiar.
Father Qin slowly put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked up at Qin Feng, his eyes full of vigilance.
He seemed to have guessed the reason for the previous sense of crisis.
"Feng'er, what happened?" Father Qin asked in a deep voice.
"It's nothing. I just think of my father working all day long for this family, so I think it's not easy for you."
Why do I always feel that there is something in this brat's words? Does he want to challenge my position as the head of the family... Father Qin responded lightly. To prevent fraud, he did not answer and moved his chopsticks again.
The next lunch was quite unpleasant for Father Qin, just because someone was uncharacteristically unappetizing.
"Dad, your soup is cold. Drink my bowl. I just tasted it and it's still hot."
"The rice is enough. Do you want me to go to the kitchen and get you another bowl?"
"Qing'er, didn't you see that all the chicken legs in that plate of chicken were finished? Go to the kitchen and order them to cook another chicken."
Unable to bear it, Father Qin put down his bowls and chopsticks again and shouted: "You bastard, don't do this. I won't accept this. If you have anything to say, just say it!"
Qin Feng looked admiring: "After all, I still can't hide it from dad. In fact, the child did encounter a problem recently and wants to ask dad to solve the problem."
Sure enough, I have something to ask for... Qin Jian'an glanced at him and said calmly: "Let's talk about everything after dinner."
"That's fine."
After the meal, the father and son came to the courtyard of the Qin Mansion. Father Qin stood up straight and asked, "But you have encountered a difficult problem on the road of life. I want my father to answer it for you, but it doesn't matter."
Qin Feng smiled and directly told the story of the future.
"...That's what happened. During the trip to the Western Regions, my father's extremely thoughtful methods really made me envious.
So I wanted to ask for advice to solve the problems in my own practice. "
When Father Qin heard this, his expression froze, and without saying a word, he turned around to leave, but heard a faint voice coming from behind him: "I don't know if Er Niang knew about the relationship between Dad and Lord Siming of the Western Regions. How would you feel?"
"You brat, what do you want?"
Qin Feng smiled and said nothing.
Father Qin stared at it for a moment, then finally sighed and said truthfully: "It's not that I don't want to teach you, throughout the ages, there are only a handful of warriors who can understand the ultimate meaning.
Your talent is as amazing as sword glass. You have been practicing for more than a month, but you have only reached a certain threshold. How can you, a literary saint, master the essence?
Instead of wasting time here, you might as well go to Haowen Courtyard and find the old man. Maybe he can help you answer your questions. "
Qin Feng shook his head: "The problem I encountered is quite special, and the Imperial Master may not be able to solve it.
Moreover, as long as dad explains to me the techniques for exerting the ultimate intention, I can figure out the rest by myself. "
Looking at the opponent's determined expression, Father Qin was defeated. He sensed the surroundings with his mind. After confirming that there was no one around, he began to explain to Qin Feng the techniques of concentration and ultimate intention.
Father Qin knows very well that if you want to understand something, you must listen with your ears, see with your eyes, and think with your heart.
Therefore, we did not just rely on words, but actually demonstrated it.
Coming to a secluded corner of the courtyard, Qin Jianan stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the ground. There was no movement from it. When he moved his palm away, a palm print appeared on the surface of the hard granite.
"This is the result of the method of concentration."
After the words fell, he also pressed his palms to the ground, and the courtyard suddenly trembled slightly. When he moved away again, Qin Feng couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Because what appears at this moment is not a palm print, but a black hole as big as a pinhole in the center of the palm!
(End of chapter)
