Our cultivator in the village

Chapter 10 A Broken Bucket

This good thing lasted only one day.

After a day, Wei Jiang felt that something was wrong with him. When he got up early in the morning, Wei Jiang felt unable to cheer up. He thought he was sick. An old pharmacist felt his pulse, looked at his tongue, and said: everything is normal.On the second day, he felt more and more wrong. He felt dizzy when he woke up in the morning. After the dizziness, he felt flustered, and his legs were weak after the flustered.When I got there, I was out of breath even after walking a few steps. I couldn't even go to the garden to watch the bees fight and the ants climbed the trees.

Which cultivation way is this?Even mortals are inferior.

Could it be that I have read too many picture books by the young lady?
Wei Jiang thought in his heart no way, ever since Gou Guangxiao stole those palm-sized paintings, he only looked at them seventy or eighty times a day at most, after watching the battle between heaven and man, he took a cold shower and went to sleep.

Could it be that looking at it like this can hurt your body, and then do you want to find a woman to have a baby? !
On the third night, Wei Jiang didn't dare to sleep too deeply.After staying up in the middle of the night, half dreaming and half awake, Wei Jiang felt that the soles of his feet seemed to have opened a small eye, which flowed continuously, and a breath as thin as a gossamer came out from the soles of the feet. Like opening a gate to release water, not only the soles of the feet are deflated, but even the tips of the ten fingers trembled for a while, and faint breaths continued to leak out.

This situation was like a nightmare, waking Wei Jiang up.When he touched his chest, it was icy cold and covered in cold sweat, and his chest was empty, as if hanging in mid-air without any trace.

He slowly moved down from the bamboo couch, his hands and feet were so limp that they didn't seem to grow on him.After getting out of bed, Wei Jiang poured a pot of cold water fiercely, and he was relieved just now.

Is there anything weird about this cultivation technique?
In the early morning of the second day, before he could find Qinghan, Qinghan was already waiting for him in the main room.

The little Taoist boy was a little anxious when he saw Wei Jiang moving sickly from the back room.Qing Han pursed her mouth, as if she was about to cry: "Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, are you alright?"

Wei Jiang frowned, and replied angrily: "I almost died on the bed last night. Little Qinghan, there won't be any problems with this exercise, right?"

Qinghan's eyes were red, and he said: "Brother Jiang, don't worry, the exercise is a first-class exercise, and you will be fine. I am also practicing this exercise, and I am returning to the same school. The introductory mental method that everyone learns is called 'Returning to one's meditation skills'. The master said that it is a common product and it is useless, this 'Tai Su Sun Moon Inspiration Art' is much better than that."

Wei Jiang wondered: "Then why did I become like this? I feel like I'm going to die! I won't live for more than a few days."

Qinghan listened to Weijiang talk about his feelings these days, and said: "Brother Jiang, let me tell you straight." He swallowed and said: "I came to Baicao Garden this time, actually Elder Guiyun specially let me I came here. He said he would let me see how you are doing, and he would teach you all the exercises."

Wei Jiang said, "I guessed this a long time ago."

Qinghan continued: "Master, the old man said that your physique is different from ordinary people, and you are a good seedling of cultivation, but he also thinks that there is something weird in your body, but his old man is not cultivated enough, so he still can't see it."

Wei Jiang said: "He is so powerful, why can't he see it?"

"Master, the old man said that his way of cultivating truth lies in body training, he doesn't pay attention to spiritual knowledge, and he doesn't cultivate enough spiritual power. In this respect, the elders are much better than him." Qinghan said: "Do you still remember that you went up Do you want to accompany Master and his old man to go fishing for the first time?"

Wei Jiang replied: "Of course I remember, Guiyun Niubi has such a high level of cultivation, he can't even fish or touch fish, hehe, it's not as good as me."

Sylvia did not argue that one must know how to fish and touch fish if one is powerful in comprehension, he said: "When you went ashore, the old master and other old people probed your meridians with true spirit energy, and he said—he said, he said that your body Like a barrel."

"Wooden barrel?" Wei Jiang was very displeased, and scolded: "Damn, I think Gui Yunniu's nose looks like a wooden barrel!"

"Yes, Mu Tong, the master told me to say this. He said that you are ignorant, and you can't understand it even if it is deep."

"I don't know much? I have read dozens of books that are one inch thick." Wei Jiang was indignant.

Qing Han didn't argue with him, and continued to repeat Elder Gui Yun's words, saying: "For example, to cultivate one's true spirit, one needs to fill a wooden barrel with true spiritual energy. If you put more of it, your cultivation will be stronger."

Wei Jiang nodded, he still understood this simple truth, although he felt that it was a little bit wrong.

"If you want to hold a lot of true spirit energy, if everyone's barrels have the same bottom, then it depends on whose wooden barrel is deep enough to be big enough. Some people hoop the wooden barrels with short boards, so they can hold less, and if they have more true energy, they will be bigger. It spread out from the edge of the barrel. Ordinary people rely on talent, resources, skills, and diligence to cultivate truth. You can think of these four as the four planks of the barrel. Whichever plank is short, the level of cultivation is low. This principle, Master said, may not be completely correct, but it also has some meaning in it." Qing Han blinked and asked, "I have said so much, Brother Jiang, do you understand?"

Seeing that he stuttered, Wei Jiang probably paraphrased Elder Gui Yun's original words.He replied: "Your master's reasoning is good, I can understand it."

Sylvia stretched out her thumb and said with a smile: "I just said Brother Jiang is talented and smart, better than those true disciples." He also said: "Some people have short wooden boards for hoops, so their cultivation is limited; some people are hoops The wire is rusty and about to break, and the barrel is about to fall apart if you overfill it. And you—”

Qinghan glanced at Weijiang, and continued: "The bottom of your bucket is rotten, so whatever you put in it will leak out." He hurriedly added: "This is what the master said."

Wei Jiang scolded: "Your master is the one who leaked the truth, his whole family leaked the truth!"

Sylvia shrank her head, and said the same sentence: "This is what the master said."

Wei Jiang cursed a few words, couldn't catch his breath, coughed a few times and said, "Then what should I do? Just wait to die like this? What did your master say, can I still be saved?"

Qinghan said: "Actually, at the beginning, the master thought that you were a good material for cultivation, and the board of aptitude is especially longer than others. But for some reason, it seems that someone deliberately punched a hole in the bottom of the bucket, so it became like this. He I asked you to pass on the "Taisu Sun and Moon Inspiration Jue" just to test whether you can really cultivate, and looking at it now, I am afraid that Brother Jiang will never be able to cultivate again."

Sylvia immediately shook her head.

Wei Jiang was not convinced, and scolded: "I just practiced the wrong way, and it will be fine in a few days, how can the cultivation not be real?"

Qinghan said: "Brother Jiang, why don't you feel it with your heart, do you think it's not as good as it was before cultivation?"

Wei Jiang was startled, and said: "Indeed, I didn't say before that I could beat tigers to death, catch roe deer, and even catch pheasants. They are very agile, and now my two legs don't seem to be my own. "Wei Jiang said with a wry smile: "Xiao Qinghan, I feel like I can't even beat a cat."

Qinghan said: "Hey, Brother Jiang. This master has predicted it a long time ago. He said, if you are not as good as before when you practiced for 72 hours, it means that your origin, that is, the innate qi brought by your mother's womb follows the previous The aura of heaven and earth that has been cultivated for a few days has been leaked together."

He paused and said: "Brother Jiang, this is what Master is most worried about. You must not cultivate, or you will die."

Wei Jiang burst into tears when he heard this, and complained to himself, why is my life so miserable?After finally entering the Guiyi sect, he couldn't really cultivate?

Qinghan also felt that Wei Jiang was pitiful, and said tearfully: "But don't be discouraged, Master is also thinking of a way."

"Can he fix this broken barrel for me?" Wei Jiang's eyes lit up.

Sylvia said: "He said it's not easy to repair, if you can get better, unless you throw away this bucket!"

Wei Jiang slapped the bed and cursed, "Get lost!"

Xiao Qinghan was very aggrieved, and said: "If you want to blame the master, I didn't say it."

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　　I feel so sad for being so half-dead...

　　There is an exam in a few days.There are so few people watching now, I will post a chapter every day first, because there are not many manuscripts.

　　After the exam is over, I will work harder and try to publish 2 chapters every day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)