Chapter 29: Become a Disciple
Chapter 29: Become a Disciple (Part )
These days, everything he did was to enable himself to integrate into this world reasonably, and now was the last hurdle.
There was nothing strange about his skin. The only flaw in his appearance was his eyes - his eyeballs were made up of extremely small tentacles, which were often moistened with water, so the color of his eyes just looked a little lighter.
He was in front of Zhao Qi just now so that he could see his eyes clearly at a close distance - Zhao Qi did not notice anything unusual.
And now is the next moment. In the past few days, he has become weaker and weaker, and his aura has become as mixed as that of an ordinary person, but he has gradually learned how to use those tentacles and the copper net to create the outline of normal human bones under the skin, and can even consciously simulate the pulse and heartbeat.
But he didn't know whether Zhao Qi had other means to tell that he was not a human.
This was the purpose of his current posture. Three of the four doors of Xue's shop were closed, leaving only the narrow exit in front of Zhao Qi. And now he knelt in front of Zhao Qi, blocking this exit. The door leading to the courtyard was closed. There were kitchen knives and hatchets on the stove. He tried several times so that he could get the weapons in a flash.
But this was not enough, the real weapon was himself - he had cut open his chest and abdomen with a kitchen knife in advance, and now, under his loose clothes, a big mouth with tiny tentacles was facing Zhao Qi's upper body. As long as there was something wrong, he would immediately pounce on him and swallow Zhao Qi's head into his stomach.
Over the past few days, he has conveyed to Zhao Qi through countless channels the impression that he is just an ordinary rich kid, and he indeed did not bring any self-defense weapons when he came today. If it really comes to this, the possibility of success is extremely high!
Zhao Qi put his finger on his pulse, and Li Wuxiang felt that his pulse was beating a little faster and shallower. After a while, Zhao Qi exclaimed, and looked at him carefully again. Li Wuxiang looked up without fear and did not move.
Zhao Qi frowned again and closed his eyes for a moment: "Change your hand."
Li Wuxiang extended his right hand and slightly adjusted his posture. He didn't know whether Zhao Qi had noticed anything unusual.
After a while, Zhao Qi took his hand back and stared at him for a while: "Have you ever practiced cultivation before? Tell the truth."
His expression was no longer as natural as before, but became more serious. Li Wuxiang didn't know what he noticed, but whispered: "I don't know if it counts..."
Li Wuxiang noticed that Zhao Qi's body leaned back very slightly, and his right heel was slightly off the ground: "Tell me in detail."
He seems to be on guard, now might be the best time to pounce!
But Li Wuxiang exhaled lightly and calmed his mind: "I...my father taught me, but I didn't practice it for a long time. He just told me to sit cross-legged, hold my hands in front of my lower abdomen, put my left thumb on my right thumb, then put my tongue against the roof of my mouth, close my eyes slightly, and breathe in through my nose, thinking about it, along the esophagus, chest, and down to the lower abdomen, count thirteen times, and then exhale. When exhaling, think about passing through the perineum, then through the spine, the top of the head, and out through the nostrils...Master, is this considered cultivation?"
What he said was not the cultivation method in Guang Chanzi's book - that was more complicated and detailed. Rather, it was a method of meditation that he knew in his previous life. Now that he was talking about it, it was much more appropriate than Guang Chanzi's method of mind.
"When did your father teach you to meditate like this?"
"Ah? Is there a time for this?"
Zhao Qi's expression softened, but then turned into disdain, and he snorted, "Humph, your father is really stupid... Forget it. What you practiced is a very superficial breathing method from ancient times, which can be regarded as the enlightenment of various mental methods in the world today. Ordinary people have no way to seek the way, and occasionally there are people who get this method and practice blindly like you. If you have average talent, it's okay, and it can still have a calming effect. But if you really have good talent, and you have developed the Qi feeling when sitting, but there is no master to guide you, once you go wrong, it will definitely make you miserable for the rest of your life, and this person will be considered useless!"
"Then, then I..."
"Fortunately, you haven't practiced for a long time!" Li Wuxiang was stunned, and the joy on his face disappeared in an instant: "Then the immortal master said that I have good qualifications?"
It's really good. Zhao Qi sighed in his heart. It's about the same as before. Although the qi in his body is mixed, as he said, "without long practice", he actually has a very subtle sense of qi. He was silent for a moment, and then said: "It can be considered good, but why is your body so weak?"
He glanced at the door of the wing room: "Is there a mute girl living here?"
Li Wuxiang was stunned for a while, then said quickly: "No, Immortal Master, I have never, not since I was a child..."
"You have to hold on to it." Zhao Qi looked at him seriously, "Before you build your foundation, you can't lose your Yuan Yang."
Li Wuxiang answered "yes", then opened his mouth in astonishment, then immediately took a deep breath, placed his hands on the ground, and bowed three times: "Master, I bow to you!"
Then he felt his head loosen up, and it turned out that Zhao Qi had casually loosened his bun.
"He found something wrong with me?!" Li Wuxiang's body tensed up instantly, and he was about to leap up the next moment, but the blow did not come. Instead, Zhao Qi twisted his hair and re-tied it into a Taoist bun for him, and whispered: "The immortal stroked my head, and I received eternal life after tying my hair - from today on, you are my disciple. Remember, your master is the Ranshan Sect, your master is Zhao Kui, my sect worships Donghuang Taiyi, and the ancestor is... Forget it, I'll tell you about the ancestor later. Raise your head."
Li Wuxiang raised his head and saw Zhao Qi frowning. He thought for a moment and immediately took out another white handkerchief from his bosom and offered it to him. Zhao Qi wiped his hands with the handkerchief and said, "Master, I see that your hair has turned white. It must be because you worry too much. When you were not my disciple, it was normal for you to worry about your relatives. But now that you have entered the door of cultivation, you must know how to guard your heart."
"……Yes."
"You should wash your hair and clean your body. Your hair is dirty and coarse than that of an average person."
"Yes, disciple, I have remembered it."
Zhao Qi stared at him expressionlessly for a while, then suddenly sighed, "Okay. Tomorrow morning, come to Chen's house to find me. I have something to tell you."
Li Wuxiang didn't know why he suddenly looked so uninterested. Was it because he was "weak"? It didn't seem like it. But he didn't want to think about it now, because he was shocked by another thing!
When Zhao Qi walked out of the door, Li Wuxiang also saw him out. He bowed and knelt in front of the door, not moving an inch. He did not straighten up until Zhao Qi walked across the bridge and his figure completely disappeared.
Then he repeated in his mind the two lines of poetry that Zhao Qi recited when he was combing his Taoist bun for him - The immortal strokes my head, and I will receive eternal life if I tie my hair together!
It seemed that Zhao Qi was unwilling to touch his hair, as he thought it was dirty, but he still did it with a frown. This should be some kind of ritual when the Ranshan Sect accepted disciples. But, how could there be these two lines of poetry in this world? !
Today's two updates are also about 5,000 words.
(End of this chapter)