"Oh?"
"It's working?"
Jiang He looked up at Mu Wanqiu's body and stared at that spot, nodding and praising, "Not bad, you've really grown quite a bit … Why are you protecting it? A doctor should be a parent, and I don't have any ulterior motives. You can take off your clothes later, and I'll draw up a detailed secondary development plan for your body. "
Mu Wanqiu crossed her arms over her chest and clenched her teeth, a spark igniting from her fingertips.
Jiang He laughed out loud. "It's just a joke. You don't have to take it to heart, do you?"
He carried a small stool for Mu Wanqiu and sat down on it himself, saying, "How many more do you need? Well, I'll give you a personal suggestion: eat two more, or you'll be affected in a fight if they're too big, and they'd sag easily. "
Mu Wanqiu clenched her fists.
She had the nagging feeling that Jiang He was making fun of her, but … he made sense. As such, she mused to herself for seconds before saying, "Jiang He, aside from buying two corns for myself, there's something else I want to talk to you about."
"I know what you want to talk about."
Jiang He had a 'everything is under control' look on his face and smiled. "My corns work wonders on women. They're big, thick, and delicious, and women like Miss Mu would find it hard to resist."
Mu Wanqiu clenched her teeth, finally unable to hold back any longer and exclaimed angrily, "What do you mean, Jiang He?"
"You misunderstand, Miss Mu. I'm not mocking your flat chest."
"What the …"
Taking a deep breath, Mu Wanqiu patted her chest to calm her breathing and did her best to appear amiable. "Jiang He, how many more corns do you have? Could you sell them to the Superpower Research Department? "
"Sure."
Jiang He replied. "I found these corns in a cornfield out in the wild. There aren't many of them, so I can only provide you with sixty corns. As for the price, I'll sell them to you directly at a base price of five hundred thousand, and it's up to you how you handle them when the time comes."
"Sixty …"
Mu Wanqiu's eyes lit up. "Alright, I'll make a call to prepare the funds. You go prepare the corns."
Jiang He pretended to return to his room and took out sixty corns from his System Backpack, throwing them on the floor, when he found that Mu Wanqiu was reading the cultivation manual he wrote.
"Light Smoke Flying Art?"
Putting down the paper, she quickly said, "I'm sorry, Jiang He. I didn't know you were copying cultivation manuals."
Jiang He walked up to her and picked up pen and paper again, smiling. "It's fine. It's just a spur of the moment that I want to create a martial art. Since you are more knowledgeable, why don't you give me some advice, Miss Mu?"
Mu Wanqiu: "???"
There were question marks all over her face, and her mouth was open as if she did not hear what Jiang He said. "Create a cultivation manual?" she muttered.
Jiang He did not answer, and continued writing, "Moves like a bat, forms like a phantom, comes and goes without a trace, like a wisp of smoke …"
Then …
He couldn't continue writing.
Taking out a qi pellet and stuffing it into his mouth, Jiang He turned on his phone and searched on Baidu.
Mu Wanqiu was surprised. "Why aren't you writing anymore?"
"Check some information."
"…"
Left at a loss for words, Mu Wanqiu was blue with shock. "Jiang He, martial arts and cultivation methods should not be made up on a whim. If something goes wrong in cultivation, one would suffer from cultivation deviation in the best case scenario, or even die in the worst case scenario."
"It's fine, it's fine."
Hence, Jiang He ate another qi pellet.
Others aside, eating it was addictive.
It was just like sunflower seeds. If you had sunflower seeds in your pocket, you would always want to munch on them when you have nothing to do.
Mu Wanqiu was stunned again. "Jiang He, you … you … are you eating qi pellets? Qi pellets are very precious, and consuming one requires careful cultivation. Not only would repeated consumption waste the medicinal effect, it would also create impurities that are detrimental to future cultivation. "
Jiang He said nothing.
He searched for half a day online but could not find any qinggong mnemonic chants, although he did find a piece of news about a Shaolin Temple warrior monk's experience in 'Drifting Over Water'.
"Shi Liliang, his secular name is Wu Xiaoliang, a warrior monk of Quanzhou's Shaolin Temple. He began practicing Drifting Over Water at the age of twenty-three, and after five years of secret training, he once ran 125 meters on water with the help of a one-centimeter-thick plywood … "
Nonetheless, Jiang He knew that it was nonsense when he read the description.
There were real martial arts legacies in this world.
However, before the revival of spirit energy, such legacies rarely appeared in front of the world, let alone being interviewed or filmed on television. The so-called Tai Chi Masters who appeared in the eyes of the public, those who achieved great mastery of the Separating Mountains Hitting Bulls Divine Skill, and so on, were just a bunch of swindlers.
Still, it did not matter if it was nonsense since it was all made up.
How could it be as easy as plagiarizing something oneself?
Hence, Jiang He began to copy the Shaolin Temple warrior monk's words, writing on the paper, "Qinggong, also known as parkour, refers to jumping high and far."
？？？
Is he playing with me?
Jiang He complained inwardly, but continued copying —
"Clear Qi lightens the body, turbid Qi sinks the body. This art was created by Laojun, the Three Pure Ones. "
"There are those who are as light as a swallow, or as light as a duckweed; there are those who achieve flying eaves, each with different destinies; there are those who lift weights as if they are weightless, and those who roam the vast emptiness as if they are gods; there are legs but not hands, and one must learn balance by watching a dragonfly; a gust of True Qi lifts a chest plate, and one can leap through the air with the tip of one's toes; a reed can cross a river with a single leaf, all thanks to balance."
Even as he copied, Jiang He could not help laughing.
Beside him, Mu Wanqiu was utterly speechless.
Creating a cultivation manual?
Jiang He was probably fooling himself … but it did not look like he was practicing calligraphy. Who would practice calligraphy with a pencil? Most importantly, it was written so carelessly.
Holding back his laughter, Jiang He continued reading about Shi Liliang, the Shaolin Temple warrior monk.
"Eh?"
"Shi Liliang actually divided his qinggong into six folds? Copy it down, copy it down! "
"Qinggong is divided into six folds, and each tier is a different world."
"The first tier, floating on water, requires wooden planks and a mnemonic chant. The mnemonic chant is: Originally, all beings were born in the realm of immortals, but their spirits were clouded and fell to the mortal realm, only karma pulled them along."
"The second tier, flying over grass, requires rope and a mnemonic chant. The mnemonic chant is: Supermen rise above Buddhas and immortals, animals and insects seek to evolve, while humans are caught in the middle."
"The third tier, flying over trees, requires wires and a mnemonic chant …"
"Damn it, I can't keep copying!"
Jiang He threw the pencil.
Mu Wanqiu exclaimed in surprise, "Why aren't you writing anymore?"
Jiang He glared and barked, "How am I supposed to write it? Look at this idiot. The fourth stage of his Qinggong is called Flying in the Clouds, and he still needs the help of a parachute and a chant. The most important thing is that the chant is very literary. Even though it's made up, it still gives me a noble feeling! "
Mu Wanqiu looked at the phone screen, only to find that it said: "Between heaven and earth is a single thought, no thoughts, no heavens, no realms, all one and the universe is connected."
"Look at the fifth tier. It's even more ridiculous. It's called Void Wander, and it requires a space capsule and a mnemonic chant to cultivate and cast. The mnemonic chant is that heaven and earth are connected, all virtuous beings see no universe, and all mortals see the horizon."
Jiang He cursed, and turned to the sixth tier.
On the other hand, the sixth tier was much more normal. It was called Void Wander, and it could be cast with Yuan Qi and the mnemonic chant, although the mnemonic chant was a little chuunibyou —
To pursue freedom from worldly desires, to jump out of the Three Realms and the Five Elements, where would there be realms and no heavens!
Mu Wanqiu was shaking with laughter.
At the same time, Jiang He quietly concluded the six tiers.
"Luckily, there are only six tiers. Wouldn't it be Blind Princess's Eight Practices if there were eight?"
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