Song Yanqing stared at him, "What do you mean by 'seems'? If there is, then there is. If there isn't, then there isn't. "
Niu Youdao pointed at his hand, implying that it was right there, so he definitely had it.
Song Yanqing immediately showed a face of enthusiasm, "Little Shidi, quickly write out the poems written by your Master. While you are free, take a good look at them."
Niu Youdao shook his head, "Before Master died, he told me to go to the Shangqing Sect to practice, not to write such things."
"…" Song Yanqing was stunned for a while, then said with disappointment, "Practicing for a day or two doesn't matter. Writing this won't take much time."
Niu Youdao said innocently, "But I can't think of it for the time being."
"…" Song Yanqing was speechless and finally said helplessly, "Since you have nothing to do, think about it. Once you remember it, write it down and show it to me later." He carefully rolled up the paper in his hand.
Niu Youdao asked curiously, "Brother Song, my Master said that a scholar is useless, what's the use of writing this?"
Song Yanqing raised his eyelids and put an arm around his shoulder, saying, "Little Shidi, I have a use for it. When you remember it, write it down. I won't mistreat you. Oh yes, don't tell anyone about this, understand? "He put on a look of 'don't blame me for being rude'.
Niu Youdao, on the other hand, looked like he wasn't interested in this at all. He didn't answer Ling Xian's question, "Senior Brother, I want to cultivate the Shang Qing Sect's techniques. I hope I can fly around like you guys."
Song Yanqing was a little unhappy, "Do what I told you first!"
Niu Youdao seemed to be throwing a tantrum and said, "Senior Shidi, I'm bored here and my mind is in a mess. Who knows when I'll spill the beans."
Song Yanqing narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Are you threatening me?"
Niu Youdao said calmly, "I just feel that if I can fulfill Master's last wish as soon as possible, I can also calm down and recall the poems that Master wrote. I hope that I can fulfill Senior Brother's instructions better."
Song Yanqing couldn't help but chuckle coldly as he examined Niu Youdao from head to toe without saying a word. He discovered that this cheapskate junior apprentice-brother of his was a little interesting. He had a maturity that surpassed his age and was negotiating with him. Come to think of it, if what this Junior Brother wrote could really help him gain Senior Sister's favor, there was nothing wrong with agreeing to it. So what if he cultivated? He wasn't afraid that this kid could overturn the heavens, but the crux of the problem was that he couldn't make the decision to let this cheap junior brother cultivate.
Bam! After some consideration, Song Yanqing slapped his palm on Niu Youdao's shoulder and said, "Okay, it's a deal. I'll help you with the cultivation, so it shouldn't be a big problem. But if what you write doesn't satisfy me, I guarantee that you won't regret it." He wasn't lying. Although there were some things that he couldn't make the decision on, the Song family had a great influence on the Shangqing Sect. If he really wanted to think of a way, Niu Youdao's cultivation wouldn't be too difficult to handle.
After he finished speaking, he pushed Niu Youdao to the ground with a thud and fell flat on his face.
By the time Niu Youdao got up, Song Yanqing had already strode away. Niu Youdao was in so much pain that he grimaced in pain. He pulled open his collar and looked at his shoulder that was pinched just now. There were already five green and red fingerprints on it. The other party had the intention to teach him a lesson and had almost crushed his shoulder bone. It was red and painful.
All along, Niu Youdao didn't want to offend Song Yanqing and cause trouble for himself, especially after knowing Song Yanqing's background. But why did he go through so much trouble to come to the Shangqing Sect? It wasn't easy to catch a glimpse of an opportunity, so he naturally didn't want to miss it. He couldn't help but take a risk …
In the early years, there were tens of thousands of disciples in the Shangqing Sect, but now there were only a few hundred. Therefore, there were plenty of houses to live in.
Back in his own courtyard, Song Yanqing couldn't wait to enter the study. He took out a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone and prepared to copy the poem into his own handwriting. He was a little stunned and forgot to ask what the poem was called, so he gave it a name and started to write.
In the evening, Song Yanqing found a quiet valley. He walked out of the valley and raised his head to look around. His eyes fixed and a smile appeared on his face.
At the foot of the mountain ahead, in front of two newly raised graves, a graceful figure stood quietly. It was none other than Tang Yi.
Buried in these two graves were Tang Mu and Situ Haoran, the two apprentice brothers. Until now, the Shangqing Sect couldn't figure out what happened to the two of them. But from Tang Mu's words, they could tell that it was no small matter. Following Tang Mu's last words, they didn't announce the funeral and didn't even leave their names on the two tombstones.
Song Yanqing guessed that Tang Yi was here. Sure enough, he tidied up his clothes and walked over in quick steps. He called out "Shijie" and then respectfully bowed to the two new graves.
After he finished, Tang Yi frowned and asked, "What business does Song Shidi have here?"
"Shijie didn't like the poem I wrote last time." Turning around, Song Yanqing presented a scroll of calligraphy with both hands and said cheerfully, "This time I've spent a lot of effort to write another poem. Shijie, please appreciate it and give me some advice."
Tang Yi was a little impatient with his pestering. How could she not understand what Song Yanqing was thinking? She had also heard about Song Yanqing's foppish deeds in the brothels in the capital. But now the Shanghai Sect had to rely on the Song family. Tang Susu also repeatedly told her not to shed all pretense of cordiality and embarrass everyone. She also asked her to look at the big picture and do something perfunctory. Regardless of whether there were people who complained that Dongguo Haoran and Shang Jianbo were together and would implicate the Shanghai Sect, the fact was that once King Ning and Shang Jianbo died, the Shanghai Sect now lost its last deterrent. The Shanghai Sect was already in a precarious situation. They really couldn't afford to offend the Song family.
She had to be patient and took the calligraphy of Song Yanqing and spread it out in her hands. At first, she didn't pay attention to it. But after she saw the content, her cherry lips couldn't help but move slightly and read silently, "When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless things in the world … If the love between the two can last for a long time, it won't be day and night …" She repeated it a few times and her expression was a bit infatuated.
At the side, Song Yanqing, who was observing her expression, was very happy. He knew that he had really moved this woman.
Usually, he didn't dare to stare at her face and be rude. But this time, he took advantage of the fact that Tang Yi was absent-minded and took a close look at her. That cold and elegant face with a gentle beauty, that white neck like a swan, that full chest, that slender waist, that beautiful and moving figure, especially that extraordinary temperament, was extremely elegant, like an independent lotus in the turbid world of mortals. This kind of beauty couldn't be compared with those so-called beauties who were gorgeously dressed. It was also because of this beauty that he was willing to stay in the mountains. Otherwise, he would have returned to the prosperous capital long ago. How could he have the temperament to stay in the deserted mountains? If he wanted to leave, the Shanghai Sect couldn't stop him.
After coming back to her senses, Tang Yi's bright eyes swept over the handwriting on the paper and asked, "Did you write this poem?"
Song Yanqing felt a little guilty. But on second thought, Niu Youdao couldn't make waves. Even if the so-called impoverished scholar found out about it, he would still be unable to make a sound. So he smiled and said, "My humble work has made Shijie laugh."
Tang Yi looked at him strangely. How could she not know what kind of person he was? It would be strange if he could write such a poem. But she didn't expose him in consideration of his face. She just nodded and praised him for his good poem.
The two of them chatted all the way and left the place. After exiting the valley, they went their separate ways. The key point was that Tang Yi refused to let Song Yanqing see her off.
When Tang Yi turned back, she asked around to find out if Song Yanqing had received any letters or the like. In the end, there was no such response. She only knew that Song Yanqing went to the Peach Blossom Spring today. Thinking about the poem again, Tang Yi was puzzled. Could it be that the poem was really written by that rich playboy?
Floating Clouds Cover the Moon.
In the Peach Blossom Spring, Niu Youdao, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, was trembling non-stop. His heart was not calm, and the inside of his body was even more so. It was like a raging storm.
At this moment, the Qi in his body was extremely chaotic. It was so chaotic that even he himself couldn't control it. The things in his internal organs and limbs seemed to have accumulated to a certain extent. His flesh and blood couldn't contain them. They were rolling non-stop in his body, undulating and rolling like the waves of the clouds.
Boom! In the end, there seemed to be a violent thunderous sound coming from his body. It shook his body and mind, and a thunderbolt seemed to be brewing in the rolling clouds. To be exact, it was a stream of vital Qi!
The evolution process was more like a chemical reaction. Niu Youdao, who had his eyes closed, revealed a faint expression of excitement.
Unexpectedly, it was really unexpected. Just like in his previous life, he was also practicing the "Taiyi" method. In his previous life, he spent a full three years to cultivate the first stream of vital Qi. Now, he actually succeeded in cultivating it in less than two months. The spiritual Qi in this world was obviously far beyond his imagination.
This stream of vital Qi was weak, but once it appeared, it was like a real dragon swallowing clouds and spitting out mist. It twisted nimbly in the clouds, and the surrounding clouds gathered with a whooshing sound. In a short while, the undulating clouds in his body were swept away and absorbed by this stream of vital Qi.
After swallowing so many things, this small and weak fellow did not seem to grow at all. Instead, it seemed to be more energetic. It was gushing out a strong Qi that was connected to Niu Youdao's flesh and blood. If he let it go, the Qi could even seep out from his pores. This feeling of the Qi flowing through the flesh and blood could obviously increase the vitality and strength of the body.
Before cultivating the vital Qi, one only knew how to cultivate Qi and exhale. He couldn't feel the flow of Qi in his meridians. Once the vital Qi was released, the body could really feel the real thing, but it was a gas. This was also the origin of the so-called 'vital Qi'.
Only with a real feeling could one adjust and control it. Otherwise, there was no way to control it.
After the unruly and drastic changes in his body had calmed down, Niu Youdao, who had regained his composure, began to control the vital Qi to circulate through his meridians. He was familiar with this process. In a normal person, many parts of the meridians would not be of much use in their lifetime. When they were born, their meridians would be unobstructed, but as they grew up, their living habits would change. For example, the production of dirty things would cause most parts of the meridians to be blocked or half-blocked. He needed to circulate Qi to open up all the blocked parts so that he could use Qi to control his body in the future. At the same time, he was also checking if his meridians' structure was suitable for cultivation.
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