The sky over the rivers and lakes is very clear

Chapter 183

"Is it the breathing method you told me to use when running away? My mother taught me that, but she never said it was internal energy cultivation."

"What did you teach? Do you remember?"

Zhu Huihui frowned and thought for a long time before reluctantly saying, "I seem to... remember some!"

"Tell me about it!"

Why should I tell you?

Feng Xuese sat upright with her eyes closed, a slight smile playing on her lips. She said calmly, "If you can't remember, just admit it. You're already stupid enough, so no one will praise you for bragging!"

Zhu Huihui's thoughts were exposed, and although he was extremely thick-skinned, he felt a little ashamed. To cover up his embarrassment, he said in a gruff voice, "Who was bragging? Of course I remember!"

"My mother said, 'The abundant energy resides in heaven and earth, nourishes my heart, flows through the twelve meridians, and travels between the eight extraordinary meridians...' See, I remember it clearly, don't I!" Sigh, his mother taught him a total of 560 sentences, but he only remembers five or six now. But at least he still remembers one percent!

Maple Snow said indifferently, "That's all nonsense."

These few lines sound like the opening lines of an internal energy cultivation manual, but unfortunately, most internal energy cultivation manuals in the world begin with similar sentences. They're not entirely meaningless, but they lack any originality—presumably, someone capable of teaching the "Lingering Regret" lightness skill wouldn't pass on such ordinary internal energy techniques. Therefore, the only disappointment comes from this…this ignorant and incompetent fellow!

Zhu Huihui was naturally unconvinced, but unfortunately, he was too weak-willed to challenge Fengxuese, so he had no choice but to accept the insults.

Feng Xuese slightly opened her eyes, looked at him, and said, "Now, you sit down obediently, with your five centers facing the sky, your mind focused on your dantian, your spirit calm and still, your heart unified, your awareness transformed into qi, circulating the qi through the meridians, until the three flowers gather at the top of the head, and the five qi return to their origin... I warn you, sit still, from this moment until dawn, if you dare to move even a little, I will cut off your legs!" After saying that, she placed the sword horizontally on her knee.

Zhu Huihui groaned, "They're cutting off my legs again!" At this rate, even if he had legs all over his body, they wouldn't be enough to chop off!

While complaining, he imitated Feng Xuese's posture and sat down, closed his eyes and sullen for a moment, then asked, "Great hero, what are the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top again? And the Five Qi Converging at the Origin, and the Meridian Circulation..." The old man only forbade him to move his legs, but he didn't forbid him to speak.

"Shut up!"

"oh……"

After sitting for a while, Zhu Huihui's buttocks were hurting from the rocks, and his legs were numb. He opened one eye and peeked at Feng Xuese, only to find that she was sitting upright as before. He quietly leaned forward, preparing to stretch his legs out.

Feng Xuese seemed to have eyes on his forehead. He casually swung his sword, and with a "thud," the scabbard struck his leg.

Zhu Huihui broke out in a cold sweat and immediately became obedient, her buttocks as if welded to the ground, truly not daring to move an inch.

With a flick of his snow-white wrist, he pointed his sword at the Lingtai acupoint on the crimson vest.

Zhu Huihui almost burst into tears: The violence has escalated! This time, the old man isn't going to cut off his leg; he's going to stab himself right through the heart...

Sure enough, a cool breeze entered his body through the acupoints on his back, like a little insect crawling along his meridians, tingling and itchy, giving him a warm and comfortable feeling throughout his body. He couldn't help but shrug his shoulders and grin.

The little worm crawled faster and faster inside his body, growing bigger and bigger until it turned into a little mouse. It ran into his lower abdomen and settled down. Then, more and more air currents surged in from all parts of his body, enveloping the little mouse, which throbbed and jumped.

Zhu Huihui closed his eyes, watching the little mouse with a sense of awe, feeling as if he were a god, able to make the little guy run wherever he wanted. So much fun, hee hee…

The next day, Zhu Huihui woke up to find that he had actually slept on a rock all night. He stood up, bent over, and stretched his legs, and surprisingly did not feel any back pain. He jumped off the rock and felt unusually light and refreshed.

The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Two: Chapter 8 (6)

Looking back, I realized I spent the whole night catching mice, and a smile crept onto my face. It seems catching mice is actually quite fun; why did I find it so tedious and boring before?

Look to the side, the old man is no longer on the rock. Did he leave on his own? That...that's great...

I'm free! Feeling great, I strolled out of the cave, but after seeing the scene outside, my heart sank back.

Not far from the cave, a mountain stream forms a narrow waterfall on the rock wall, accumulating into a small pool about ten feet in diameter at the corner of the wall. The water is waist-deep and crystal clear, with fish the size of fingers swimming leisurely from time to time.

Maple Snow was standing on a rock by the pool, carefully tidying herself up in front of the water: washing her face, cleaning her hair, and straightening her clothes...

As Zhu Huihui watched, she couldn't help but gloat: This is the advantage of wearing white to pretend to be innocent. That outfit has turned into a mess of gray, black, and yellow now. It's not as nice as our Zhu Huahua's fur coat!

Feng Xue Se tidied her hair and turned around to see Zhu Hui Hui grinning mischievously. She looked at him for a moment, then calmly said, "Aren't you going to wash your face?"

"I've already washed," Zhu Huihui said lazily.

"Huh?" Maple Snow looked surprised. "When?"

Zhu Huihui said matter-of-factly, "Last night! It was raining, so God conveniently washed my face and gave me a bath..."

Maple Snow Color: "..."

Look at this guy, his hair is a mess, some parts are knotted and some are flying wildly, his clothes were already dirty, and after being soaked and dried by his body heat, they are even more wrinkled. But I must say, yesterday's rain washed his face relatively clean, revealing a strange and delicate face. Although the mud is still on his neck, some normal skin is showing in some places, and his skin looks white, smooth and warm like cream. Although his original appearance is still yet to be discovered, at least he no longer looks so terrible.

Sigh! He was truly speechless! To raise such a perfectly good... child into such a state—dirty, lazy, and the lazier he gets, the dirtier he becomes, and without any sense of shame—this guy's mother must be an absolute lunatic!

Zhu Huihui rubbed his belly, drooling over a bird perched on a tree, chirping: "This guy is so fat! If you pluck all his feathers and roast him over a fire, he'd be golden brown and oozing oil, smelling delicious..."

Feng Xuese checked the direction. Although he had sped through the rain last night, he hadn't deviated too much from the right path. He figured he wasn't too far from the boardwalk at Lone Eagle Gorge.

He said, "Let's get going."

"oh!"

Zhu Huihui took a few steps, but was unwilling to give up the breakfast on the tree, so she bent down, picked up a stone, and smashed the bird that was chirping happily, sending it fluttering away.

After a fresh rain in the mountains, the air is cool and moist. Walking up the ridge, you are greeted by beautiful flowers and trees, lush grass, and birds chirping and hopping in the treetops, creating a vibrant scene in the forest.

This time, without needing any instructions, Zhu Huihui knew how to walk lightly and quickly. He held his breath and followed behind Feng Xuese, deliberately choosing to walk where flowers were in bloom, trampling countless blossoms along the way.

Feng Xuese frowned as she watched him trample on the flowers, too lazy to scold him—after only one night of meditation, this guy had already grasped the basics of breathing techniques and had some understanding, but his temperament was still so impetuous and annoying, he was still beyond redemption!

As Zhu Huihui walked along, watching the "delicacies" flying around in the sky, he became really hungry and asked, "Hero, when can we get something to eat?"

"Once you pass Broken Stele Mountain, there will be a place to eat and rest—if you're still alive by then!"

"W-what?" Zhu Huihui was a little surprised. Was this old man going to kill himself on the way over the mountain? That would be too realistic!