"Thank you, Taoist Master"
Nie Xiaoqian pressed her hands on the ground and kowtowed again. Due to excessive exertion, the fair, plump forehead turned red, which looked particularly incongruous when put together with the fair, crystal-clear face that was both happy and angry.
After a while, there was no response. Nie Xiaoqian looked up and saw that the cloud bed had become empty.
"The Taoist Master is gone, so I should seize the time to practice."
Nie Xiaoqian stood up and left the hall in a blur. As a ghost, her feet would never touch the ground unless she was intentional.
Returning to the Xiantian Spiritual Root Garden, Nie Xiaoqian sat down among the spiritual grass in the southwest corner and disappeared.
Two days and two nights passed, waves of spiritual energy emitted from the spiritual grass, and not long after, a white silhouette floated up.
"The seventy-two transformations of the earthly evil spirit, the spiritual platform to guard the heart, and the mysterious energy of the sky."
Along with the clear and pleasant voice, more and more spiritual energy gathered. Nie Xiaoqian's aura floating in the air became stronger and stronger, and her spiritual body became more solid.
As a ghost, Nie Xiaoqian was able to achieve this step, thanks to the Heaven-defying Seventy-Two Changes of Heart.
Chu Feng, who was separated by a patch of grass, looked indifferent and motionless.
Nie Xiaoqian, who was practicing, suddenly felt that someone was watching her. Her mind was shaken and her breath became slightly scattered.
"A Taoist should neither be happy with things nor be sad with oneself. Even if you are a poor Taoist, you should stick to your original intention. Remember, remember."
Chu Feng's cold voice made Nie Xiaoqian calm down quickly.
The practice continued day and night. Chu Feng stayed by his side and would give some guidance from time to time, just like he guided A Qing in the Double Dragon World of the Tang Dynasty.
A month has passed before I knew it...
On a drizzly day, Nie Xiaoqian was sitting cross-legged in the grass. Her thin shirt was wet, and her exquisite curves were clearly exposed.
The aura emanating from her body influenced her beautiful and fair face.
The raindrops rolling down from her forehead flowed down her slender, moist neck and into the shelter of her chest.
Four steps away, Chu Feng was also sitting cross-legged. The difference was that Chu Feng was completely clean, with not a single drop of water on his body. It was obvious that Chu Feng had reached the point where no trace of water would touch him, unless he deliberately let the rain hit him. , otherwise sitting there would be the same as sitting in the temple.
puff……
Nie Xiaoqian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and sprinkled it on the wet grass, touching the eyes and breaking the tranquility in the grass.
Chu Feng opened his eyes and spoke in a cold tone.
"How many times has this happened?"
Nie Xiaoqian didn't dare to look at Chu Feng. She felt that she was too useless. She had enough spiritual fruits and elixirs, but her cultivation speed just couldn't be increased. She also encountered inner demons many times. If Chu Feng hadn't been there to protect her several times, she would have been there long ago. It disappeared into ashes.
"Alas, your qualifications are the worst I have ever seen! How about forget it and just be your ordinary ghost. It would be quite comfortable to follow my grandma and do the flesh-and-blood business."
Chu Feng sighed softly and stabbed Nie Xiaoqian's weak heart again.
Just like students who go to school, they try their best, but their grades always fail to improve. In the end, the teacher comes over and says, don't force it, you should go back to farming!
Nie Xiaoqian, who was still a young girl of 18 years old, started to cry all of a sudden. The crystal tears and rain mixed together, blurring her vision.
"I started crying now. The really unpleasant thing is that Pindao hasn't said it yet. Cultivating the Tao actually cultivates the heart. A few words from others can make you excited. What kind of Tao are you still cultivating? Pindao is still the same as before. , A person who practices Taoism should neither be happy with things nor be sad with oneself. No matter what happens, you should keep your original intention."
Nie Xiaoqian felt a gentle hand gently wipe the corners of her eyes, as gentle as her own mother.
"Mother"
Nie Xiaoqian raised her right hand and pressed it on it, rubbing her cheeks slightly, with the satisfaction of sweet memories on her face.
Uh-huh...
The hand was quickly withdrawn.
"Infinite longevity and blessings, Miss Xiaoqian, I am not your mother, keep practicing"
Nie Xiaoqian came back to her senses, her face slightly red.
"Xiaoqian is rude, please don't blame me, Taoist priest."
"It is understandable that an eighteen-year-old girl has gone through ups and downs and misses her mother. She should calm down and continue practicing. Don't think about anything else."
Chu Feng's gentle voice came again.
Nie Xiaoqian hummed, wiped away her tears, and continued practicing.
Next, Nie Xiaoqian seemed to be a different person, her cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and she broke through one level after another. After more than half a month, she was comparable to a monk practicing Qi and building foundations.
However, there is still a big gap between him and grandma. If he wants to win, he can only use exotic treasures and magic.
So, Nie Xiaoqian began to practice the methods of moving mountains and recruiting clouds that Chu Feng had previously taught.
For ten days and ten nights, rocks kept flying up from the floating fairy mountain, and clouds floated over. The peace of the past was broken.
On the night of the eleventh day, the lanterns were turned on.
In the small courtyard with mottled moonlight, the sounds of conversation continued.
"Xiao Qian, I have reached the point where I am completely clean from dust and do not need to wash my feet."
Chu Feng, who was sitting by the bed, said helplessly.
Nie Xiaoqian, who was kneeling on the ground with her curvy body bent, her freshly washed black hair casually draped over her shoulders, had a smile on her pretty face.
"The slave family doesn't know how to repay the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest is a monk. The slave family can only do this kind of work of washing feet and beating the back. Please don't dislike it."
When it came to this matter, Chu Feng couldn't say anything. He closed his eyes and let Nie Xiaoqian clean it.
After a while, Nie Xiaoqian's crisp, slightly lower voice sounded.
"Taoist priest, it's done."
"Um"
Chu Feng thought that Nie Xiaoqian had finished washing and it was time to go out. Unexpectedly, the next moment, someone, Nie Xiaoqian, got on the bed and beat her back behind him.
"Taoist Master, the slave family has learned some methods of moving mountains, but we still don't have the confidence to defeat Grandma Dryad. I wonder if I have any good ideas?"
Chu Feng's eyelids moved slightly. This little girl was thoughtful and knew how to ask about Taoism matters when trying to please herself. However, this is not what she can think of. If she guessed correctly, it should be taught by Xiao Qing in the wooden house.
"The poor Taoist taught you, isn't there a way to attract clouds? Although the tree demon has been practicing for thousands of years, it still has no famous teacher to guide it. It only relies on riding the demon energy to fly. At most, it can be regarded as climbing on the clouds. You only need to stand on the clouds and cast the mountains. , she can't do anything to you."
When Nie Xiaoqian heard this, her beautiful eyes turned, and the movements of her hands increased a bit.
"Thank you, Taoist Master, for your advice. I understand."
Chu Feng reached back to his shoulder and patted Nie Xiaoqian's smooth little hand.
"That's it for today, go back!"
"Yes, I will come back tomorrow"
Nie Xiaoqian whispered, lowered her eyebrows and climbed out of bed, picked up the basin, and walked out gently.
Chu Feng crossed his legs and continued to practice.
…
Half a month later, Nie Xiaoqian left the army.
