My whole family cultivated immortality without telling me

Chapter 11 I'm Not Stupid
Shen Qingyun was a little embarrassed when his father sent him body training books.

I have persisted for 16 years, but now that I think about it, it feels like I am trying to make a mistake.

"You don't have to practice physical training, it's not wrong to understand it, hey."

With a secret sigh, Shen Qingyun turned on the wick and read carefully.

The book is called "The First Interpretation of Body Refining" and it gives a very comprehensive introduction.

During the Qinwu Dynasty, body refining was divided into four realms.

The fifth level of magical power was created by the current Qin Emperor Qin Moju.

It is said that it will take some time to be released.

"Cast the body, emerge from the womb, transform the womb, and be reborn in the four realms."

Seeing the word "rebirth", Shen Qingyun smiled, then gathered his mind and focused on the casting.

The so-called body casting refers to strengthening the body through various methods.

Divided according to body parts, strengthening the body starts from the skin, then meat, tendons, bones, marrow, and then to the five internal organs.

If you want to achieve perfection, the five senses and even the head are indispensable. There are only a handful of people who can achieve this.

"Based on the degree of physical strength, it can be divided into four levels: hardness, flexibility, toughness, and jade."

Shen Qingyun, who has three levels of hardness and flexibility, can understand.

"This jade realm is beyond imagination."

Writing down his doubts, Shen Qingyun continued reading.

There are many ways to strengthen your body.

Eating the flesh and blood of ferocious beasts and taking magical elixirs are one of them.

The second is to use foreign objects to temper the body and polish the physical body.

The third is to cultivate both internal and external skills.

The entry criteria for cast bodies are also very clear. If the body is strengthened at least to the bone, and the level reaches the soft state, it can be called entry.

Perfection is when the five internal organs reach the state of toughness, and the five senses and head are in the state of softness. You can try to break through this state and be reborn.

Dzogchen's whole body is like jade.

Shen Qingyun put down the book and was thoughtful.

"The first level of the True Martial Hidden Immortal Technique is about activating the body, which is similar to casting, but more general."

General, at worst uncertain, at best…

"It's more broad and contains more information."

He did not easily deny any of them because of the amount of information.

"The Zhenwu Hidden Immortal Technique can cultivate the spiritless immortal. This is the foundation. Qin Wu's body refining method should be used as a reference for stability."

With confidence in her heart, Shen Qingyun feels more at ease.

When he walked to the window, he saw that the lights in his parents' room were still on, so he walked into the house and continued to visualize the Zhenwu body and practice the 68 eight-beat body training method.

Just after he finished typing, Mingwu suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The concentration lies in the gap, the middle lies in the horizontal, the stagnation lies in the double, the passage lies in the single light, the emptiness lies in guarding, and the truth must rush."

Shen Qingyun did not stop.

While realizing the 24 words, the colorful sunshine gradually changed its flavor.

He no longer kept his chest up and his head up, his spine was stretched like a big muscle.

His movements were no longer straight, but were much more round and flexible.

With this change, the speed of the torrent in his body transforming his body soared.

Moreover, this kind of transformation goes from the outside to the inside, with no difference in location.

After eight times, he stopped, his eyes shining.

"As expected, Zhenwu Yinxian Jue is not that simple."

It is said that there is no technique, but in fact, enlightenment will naturally arise during practice.

"This enlightenment is a specific practice method, which makes my physical training more effective with half the effort."

Shen Qingyun clenched his fist excitedly, and actually produced the sound of Wuwu Fengming. He was stunned for a moment, but then burst into laughter again.

"Qingyun?"

"Dad, I'm fine, I'm sleeping!"

Shen Qingyun suppressed the urge to continue practicing, washed up and went to bed.

Shen Weilong observed his son, relaxed and relaxed, and couldn't help but nod secretly.

"After giving up cultivating immortality, Qingyun's temperament became indifferent, which is good."

Then he turned his eyes and looked at the carriage more than 20 miles away.

Outside the carriage, an invisible Schrödinger's Sword hung.

In the carriage, Pang Bo was drunk and groggy, snoring like thunder.

After a long time, a sigh sounded.

"I persuaded Qianqian, but I can't persuade myself?"

"No, I can do my best. Official matters will be resolved by the officialdom, but lessons are indispensable."

As his eyes focused, Schrödinger's sword collapsed and turned into a hand. Pia!

The next day, the spring was bright and beautiful.

Shen Qingyun got up early and went to the kitchen, planning to make a pot of health porridge for his parents.

As soon as I entered the front yard, I saw meat strips about two feet long hanging from the eaves, red in color.

"Uncle Zhou gave me a surprise early in the morning."

He has grown up eating this meat since he was a child, and he never gets tired of eating it.

Swallowing my saliva, I put my head into the kitchen. The earthenware pot on the small stove was steaming, releasing the fragrance of rice.

"Sister Baiyi, it's so early."

The maid Bai Yi was indifferent, and with the knife in her hand, the cucumber turned into neatly arranged shreds. After cutting, she wiped the blade, held it up with her hand, and threw it away, and the cucumber shreds lay in the bowl.

Shen Qingyun couldn't hold back, leaned over and stretched out his hand...

Grab a few cucumber shreds.

"The thickness and thickness are exactly the same. Sister Baiyi's skills are beyond my reach."

Inside the main house.

Yun Qianqian looked worried: "Qingyun has grown up."

Shen Weilong was wearing an official hat. He glanced at the words and saw his son spinning around the puppet, his head hurting.

"How about recruiting some more maids?"

Yun Qianqian subconsciously said yes, but suddenly paused and turned to stare at Shen Weilong's back.

Shen Weilong's upright body froze, then he straightened his official hat and walked out of the room expressionlessly.

"I won't have breakfast. I already have an idea of ​​Qingyun's matter and will start to deal with it."

Seeing her husband running away, Yun Qianqian snorted softly, turned her head and raised her jaw to look at her son. The more she looked at him, the more she wanted to smash the puppet with a slap.

After circling Baiyi for a long time, Shen Qingyun finally gave up.

"Sister Baiyi is even more silent than before. If you continue to hold it in, there will definitely be problems."

He couldn't bear the thought of a girl about his own age who had been serving in the Shen Mansion for more than ten years and had never returned home. Her superb knife skills were only one of her full-level skills.

"Mom, you won't let go, hey."

After having breakfast with his mother, Shen Qingyun teased Huniu for a while and started practicing.

Shen Weilong, who had gone to the office early in the morning, sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the military department, sneered in his heart and stood still.

Seeing him like this, Ge Huai approached and advised: "Master Shen, if you want peace in the future, you must apologize when Yuan Wailang comes, otherwise...he will come, remember."

Ge Huai shrank back and watched Today's Theater with his colleagues, starring Shen Weilong and Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng rubbed his temples and walked into the public room with a pale face.

The drinking session last night cost him half of his life. He also forgot to plead for his son, and the most crucial news was yet to be found out.

When he sobered up, he cursed the two idiots in the Shen family while regretting yesterday's impulse.

Shen Weilong is mentally ill, what have I seen with him!
So as soon as he entered the door, he went straight to Shen Weilong.

Isn't it just an apology? I've already finished the six pots last night, and I'm still afraid of apologizing?

"Master Shen," Liu Zheng took Shen Weilong's hand and said guiltily while patting him, "I was too reckless yesterday and hurt the friendship between my colleagues. When I woke up, I regretted it so much. Don't take it to heart. We Just like a couple, they quarrel at the head of the bed and then at the end of the bed, right, haha."

In the public room, everyone laughed and agreed while holding up their dislocated chin.

What the hell is going on?

As the protagonist, Shen Weilong naturally felt that something was wrong. He was about to say something shocking...

"Ahem, they are all here. Mr. Liu and Mr. Shen, come here."

The two of them were summoned away by Shilang Qiu, and the public room suddenly burst into laughter.

"It's strange that Liu Yuanwailang apologized first!"

"Yesterday I saw the minister talking to the two of them, and it was not pleasant..."

"This is going to cause a scene."

"I don't understand, I don't understand at all."

……

Not long after, the door to the minister's room opened, and Shen Weilong walked out, returned to the public room, and continued working.

Encouraged by the looks of his colleagues, Ge Huai came over again.

"Master Shen, why has the minister summoned you?"

"I would like to mention me as a member of the arsenal department."

All colleagues were surprised.

According to their analysis just now, Shen Weilong would be considered a high achiever if he didn't get scolded. How could he be promoted?
Moreover, he is still a member of the arsenal department, so where will Liu Zheng go?

For a while, colleagues came forward to congratulate one after another. Of course, the sourness was inevitable.

Only Ge Huai suddenly frowned, looked at Shen Weilong's expression, and said suspiciously: "You agreed?"

Shen Weilong put down his pen and raised his head, his face full of wisdom that I have seen through everything.

"I'm not stupid, how could I agree?"

(End of this chapter)