Under One Person: I am alone, reviving the Tang Sect

Chapter 280 If he were a genius, I would serve him every day!
The practice did not end until late at night.

Although Lu Linglong complained of being tired, her body was mature enough to practice until dark. She was very self-conscious and Mr. Mo never urged her once.

During this period, Feng Qin only succeeded twice, and each time he had to clear his mind for a long time before he could enter a state of meditation.

Old Mo scratched his head, suppressed the urge to criticize in his heart, and said nothing more.

The fact that he failed so many times must be that he went astray in his understanding. However, we are not master and disciple, and teaching others across the line is not necessarily a good cause and effect.

It depends on his fate.

As soon as Mr. Mo was about to stand up, Feng Qin went over to support him sensibly.

Lu Linglong puffed out her chest and said proudly:

"Mr. Mo is in very good health. There is no old man in Quanzhen who needs help."

This remark earned a roll of the eyes from Mr. Mo.

It's really not necessary, but it's polite.

Because he was too familiar with Lu Linglong, he was too lazy to talk about such social etiquette.

After all, the Lu family's family rules have never liked this kind of roundabout and polite talk.

Although Lu Linglong looks cute, her personality is more strong-willed and bold than most men.

"You haven't needed me to point out anything wrong yet, don't expect me to see it."

"..."

After seeing off Mr. Mo, Lu Linglong was very confident and spoke forcefully about her lack of strength.

Feng Qin looked around to make sure no one was around, then smiled and said:

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I do have a few questions."

"You're welcome, go ahead."

“Suppose after entering into meditation, if you become too absorbed in it, what should you do if there is danger outside?”

"..."

"Also, what is the growth curve of ordinary disciples learning the Twelve Heart Techniques? I want to see where I am at."

"I understand this question."

"... Didn't you understand the last one?"

"Huh."

Lu Linglong said unhappily, "The last question was beyond the scope. If one can enter into a state of meditation and forgetfulness, then he can be called the last disciple of each of the great elders. I remember that in the entire Quanzhen, there are only three people who can do it, and one of them is from the Quanzhen Golden Core Sect."

"If you can enter a state of meditation so deep that you don't know how much time has passed in the outside world, then the elders will all be around you, so why would you need to worry about whether there is any danger?"

In order to highlight her talent, Lu Linglong assured Feng Qin not to think about this issue anymore.

Little did he know that this question was what he wanted to know most.

Fortunately the alarm clock woke me up this time. If it hadn’t woken me up, then someone would have known about it.

"I understand."

Lu Linglong's eyes flashed with wisdom, and she stared at Feng Qin until he felt creepy. Then she said:
"You are worried that if you enter a state of meditation outside, no one will protect you if something like this happens, right?"

"Ah...yes!"

"Then you are worrying too much. This kind of selfless state of concentration will only appear at the beginning. When you can control the Qi flames around your body, you will be able to sense the surrounding situation more accurately than seeing with your eyes."

After roughly explaining the first question, she told the answer to the second question.

Ordinary disciples, because they have the Quanzhen Heart Method as a foundation, can practice at a fairly fast pace.

I can often enter a state of meditation for seven or eight hours on the same day, and there are rarely interruptions the next day. I can control the length of time myself.

Lu Linglong explained that she was special, so she had to interrupt her practice frequently after practicing for so long.

As long as there is no problem with your mind, you can enter a state of meditation for nine hours at any time.

Feng Qin understood a little, and then he heard Lu Linglong complain:
"Moreover, the Quanzhen martial arts is not as good as those of other schools. It really just takes time. Except for those with extraordinary talents, the longer you practice, the stronger you will become."

As long as she is not a genius of all time, Lu Linglong, who has practiced for more than ten years, can sweep away most of the inner sect disciples.

Even though she has poor talent, she has practiced for a long time.

Unlike the Tang Sect, Tao Tao did not practice Qi poison at the beginning, and was carefree, but he was able to climb to the top within a year and become the number one.

This kind of thing is rare in Quanzhen, or even non-existent.

"Thanks for clearing up the confusion."

"Explain? Eh, I can't tell you... Never mind, this isn't really a detail of the technique, it's not against the rules, you can't ask about this next time."

Lu Linglong thought about it and felt that these two questions were not considered details in practicing martial arts.

Since this was Feng Qin's first time practicing, there were probably many points that he hadn't figured out.

I'd better not ask for now.

In fact, Lu Linglong has been practicing for so many years, so she can still see a thing or two.

Many inner disciples were taught by her.

It’s just…she couldn’t see anything wrong with Feng Qin just now.

Even though she failed to enter into meditation, she didn't notice any clues.

I have absolutely no idea what I did wrong.

……

Mr. Mo was in a trance in his house. A breeze blew and he said with a smile:
"Next time you come, could you please knock on the door? I might be inconvenienced inside."

"I'm dozens of meters away from you. I'm probably already exposed. Why are you knocking on the door?"

The white-haired old man walked in, sat directly in front of him, and drank the hot tea that had been poured for him.

Not to mention that he had been exposed long ago, he could even guess that the other party would come and even made tea.

"You want to ask how the boy from Tang Sect is doing, right?"

"Well, this old thief Tang Miaoxing has always been indifferent when talking about Feng Qin, and has never asked a single question about him. But the more he acts like this, the more I think there is a problem."

"…Is it possible that you are overthinking it?"

Mo Lao glanced sideways, not trusting his intuition at all.

"When we went to bet on horses, you said..."

"Stop, stop, stop. We don't gamble. That's secular practice, so we can't use our keen intuition."

"Go, go, go."

The white-haired old man got back to the point.

"How's his training going?"

"Very average."

"Bad?"

"Well... not really."

Old Mo recalled that when Feng Qin first entered into meditation, under his guidance, the other party's Qi flame rarely overflowed, forming a circle on its own and rotating accordingly.

This kind of performance often means that the other party has suddenly realized the Twelve Heart Secrets.

This situation only occurs to disciples with extraordinary talents.

In the next few hours, the speed and trajectory of the Qi flame were extremely stable.

To achieve this, one must be considered a once-in-a-century talent.

But unfortunately, the other side only lasted four hours.

This time is too short.

The Quanzhen Kung Fu is just as Lu Linglong said.

The longer the time, the stronger it becomes.

After four hours, you have to enter into meditation again and adjust the Qi flame, so the wasted time accumulates over time.

It may not be very obvious in the early stages, but after one or two years, the strength gap will be greatly widened.

So his strength and weakness are reflected here.

Mr. Mo could only give him an average rating.

The white-haired old man frowned deeply, tapping the table with one hand and holding the teacup in the other hand, not putting it down for a long time.

"Do you think he could be hiding something?"

"What's your purpose? To learn our skills?"

Old Mo snorted unhappily, "If he can really learn to walk, there's no need to hide. I'll serve him every day, hoping that he can learn to walk completely."

The vast majority of Quanzhen Kung Fu disciples have built up their strength over time.

If a genius comes, does he still need to hide his shortcomings?
The higher the talent, the more excited he is!
"You're right, but..."

The white-haired old man gently pushed the phone in front of him.

"I asked my disciples to ask the disciples in the Tang Sect about the news about Feng Qin."

"They said that Feng Qin only came into contact with Qi more than a year ago, and now..."

"He is a top disciple of the Tang Sect."

(End of this chapter)