Taming the Demon: A Guide to Raising a Great Sage

Chapter 12 012, Innate ability

Hearing Mu Qingxue's voice, Shen Lang, who was leaning on the wall and about to jump up the roof, froze slightly, stopped, and turned to look in the direction where Mu Qingxue's voice came from.

I saw a young woman with a pure and sweet face and bright eyes like stars, standing on the path outside the yard, looking at me with interest.

She was holding a large bowl in her hand, with snow-white milk rippling in it, and a raw egg yolk floating in the milk.

She wore a thick black cloak, from her neck to her ankles, was completely covered by the cloak, without revealing a trace of skin.

Seeing the bottom of the cloak, there seemed to be a counterweight metal, pulling the cloak straight, Shen Lang couldn't help complaining secretly:
"I'm afraid this cloak weighs more than ten catties! Wearing such a suit on a hot day, isn't it afraid of getting prickly heat all over?"

With a confused look on his face, he stood on the top of the wall and clasped his fists at Mu Qingxue:
"Master Mu, what talent and ability are you talking about?"

Mu Qingxue knew that he was suffering from "lost soul disease" and had forgotten all the past, so she was not surprised by his confusion and ignorance. As she walked towards the gate of the courtyard, she said leisurely:
"I, the Great Chu of the Eastern Land, have two major systems of practice, one for literature and one for martial arts, for Taoism and martial arts. Western countries also have complete systems, one for literature and one for martial arts, for wizards and knights.

"Great Chu's practice system is based on official ranks. The ninth rank is the lowest and the first rank is the highest. The Western practice system is also divided into nine ranks, but the first rank is the lowest and the ninth rank is the highest.

"In addition to these two major cultivation systems, there are also some self-contained cultivation methods. For example, Nanyang's voodoo and spells, the Eastern Izumo island country's Shinto Ninja, and the blood power of some strange creatures.

"And in my human race, there are actually bloodline abilities, which are called 'innate abilities'.

"The source of innate abilities can no longer be tested. It is nothing more than myths and legends. It is useless to talk about it. You just need to know that innate abilities are very rare, even rarer than one in a thousand Taoist talents.

"But although it is extremely rare, those who are gifted with supernatural abilities are not necessarily strong. There are strong and weak supernatural abilities, and there is a huge gap between the strong and the weak. Moreover, once the natural supernatural abilities are awakened, they are basically fixed, and it is extremely difficult to become stronger through practice.

"If you awaken a strong talent, it is a blessing. If you awaken a seemingly weak talent, you don't have to be depressed, because some seemingly weak talents can be used in the right way. … "

While speaking, she had already stepped into the courtyard, and Shen Lang also quickly jumped off the wall and greeted her.

"Master Mu, do you think my quickness and agility are also natural abilities?"

"Of course. You haven't practiced martial arts, but you can be as sensitive as a cat. If it's not a natural talent, what is it?"

"Then what do you think of the quality of my talent?"

"Your innate ability is a physical talent. Compared with 'natural power', it is not too strong, but it can't be considered weak. With this swift talent, if you practice martial arts, you may achieve greater achievements than ordinary people. Of course , Physical talent alone is not enough, if you don't have enough understanding, you will not be able to learn advanced martial arts."

"Thank you for your advice, my lord."

Shen Lang cupped his fists sincerely, thanked her for the explanation, then looked at the big bowl she was holding, and asked:

"Did Mr. Mu come to look for Xiao Zhao?"

Mu Qingxue looked away from Shen Lang, looking for Xiao Zhao all over the yard:

"Well, I warmed up some goat milk and prepared an egg yolk for it. After I prepared it, I didn't find it where I live. I thought it might be looking for you, so I came to look for it. Xiao Zhao, are you there?"

As soon as the words fell, a fluffy snow-white head poked out from the door of the house.

Seeing Mu Qingxue, Xiao Zhao made two sweet meeps, a pair of front paws clawed at the threshold, turned over with difficulty, then stumbled down the porch, walking towards Mu Qingxue.

Obviously, Xiao Zhao's stumbling appearance was all staged.

Its strength and agility now surpassed that of adult big cats, and it was no problem to fly over eaves and walls. How could it be so shambling when walking on flat ground?

But the little hairy dumpling is a ghost, knowing that if he behaved too much, he might attract suspicion, so when in front of Mu Qingxue, he kept a very low profile and restrained himself, trying to behave like a normal little milk cat as much as possible.

As expected, Mu Qingxue did not doubt Xiao Zhao.

Seeing it staggering towards him, his brows and eyes were frowned, a smile overflowed from his bright eyes, and he quickly walked up to it.

She put the sea bowl in front of Xiao Zhao, hugged it with both hands to be intimate, then put it in front of the sea bowl, stretched out her slender white fingers, tapped its little head, and said with a bit of reproach:
"I know you miss your master, but you are so young, you can't walk steadily, how can you run around? What if you bump into a night owl or a poisonous snake? Even if you don't bump into a night owl or a poisonous snake, if you run into a big A mouse is enough for you to eat a pot."

Big mouse?

Shen Lang was amused to hear that, with Xiao Zhao's skills, if the big mouse came to provoke it, it would just give it extra food.

As for the night owl and poisonous snake, I'm afraid Xiao Zhao can't do anything about it, and I'm afraid they will also have to give them extra meals.

Xiao Zhao pretended not to understand Mu Qingxue's remark, squatted on the ground, raised her face, looked at her innocently, gave two milky meows, then raised her head and rubbed her fingers affectionately, Only then did he bury his face in the bowl, and licked goat milk and egg yolk.

Seeing that Xiao Zhao is so cute, Mu Qingxue couldn't bear to scold it anymore, and squatted in front of it without any image, smiling and watching it eat.

Shen Lang sucked cats with her for a while, then suddenly remembered something, and said to Mu Qingxue:

"Lord Mu, I stayed in this room last night and unexpectedly found a secret book of martial arts."

"Oh?"

Mu Qingxue was indeed attracted by the news, she frowned and said, "What martial arts?"

The Wang family spreads heresies, fools the people to collect money, and the disabled people refine Gu. They are first-class evil heretics.

The martial arts secret borrowed from the Wang family, in Mu Qingxue's mind, he was afraid that it might be some kind of evil magic art, so he couldn't let it spread out.

"That martial art is called 'Ten Steps, One Kill'. I'll go into the house right now and show it to you."

Said, Shen Lang strode into the house.

Looking at Shen Lang's back, Mu Qingxue saw that his shoulders were broad and his waist was narrow, his legs were long and slender, and when he was striding like a star, his figure became more upright and straight.

However, when she works in the Ministry of Criminal Justice, she has seen a lot of beautiful men and girls with jackal hearts, and she has already reached the point where she is not impressed by her appearance, and she never judges people by their appearance.

In her opinion, compared with people, cats are easier to get along with. They are simple-minded, innocent and cute, and not so fancy.

So after taking a look at Shen Lang for a while, she withdrew her gaze and concentrated on sucking cats.

Soon, Shen Lang came out holding a piece of silk, and put his hands in front of her:
"Master Mu, please take a look, this is the secret of 'Ten Steps, One Kill'."

Reluctantly, Mu Qingxue looked away from Xiao Zhao, got up and took the silk, straightened her expression, raised her eyes and almost laughed out loud.

"Flying a sword in the air, killing people ten miles away? Flying a sword for nine days, flying a sword for thousands of miles? What can't be done by a Daoist of the first rank of Taoism or a great master of the first rank of martial arts, can this sword technique do?"

Taking a closer look, I finally couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth, and said with a smile:

"This swordsmanship is not an evil classic magic art, but it is not like it boasts that it can directly target the first-rank. The second-rank and first-rank mental techniques are all made-up imaginations. But the ninth-rank to the The three-tier cultivation method looks like it's real..."

She couldn't decipher the code words and metaphors in the secret book, and like Shen Lang, because of the nonsense of the second-grade exercises and the first-grade mental methods, she lost trust in other grades of mental methods, so she couldn't be sure that this was a book. A real martial art.

After watching for a while, she pondered for a while, and said to Shen Lang:
"It's hard to tell whether this technique is true or not. You have to take it back and find an expert to deduce and interpret it before you can make a decision. If it is true, then a technique that can directly point to the third grade is also considered precious. Yes. You are considered meritorious for offering this secret borrowing, what kind of reward do you want?"

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(End of this chapter)