The myth begins with the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 3 Practice
And this is just the beginning.

Nearby, a group of small fish were trying to disperse in a panic, but ended up in a mess.

The big black carp pounced over, opened its mouth wide, and sifted through the school of fish like a comb, scattering them into pieces.

Rampage!

At the bottom of the water, among the mud and sand, Ding Lin stood still, watching the scene silently.

Ding Lin saw the excitement in the big bluefish's eyes.

The wound on the belly of the big black carp was torn apart by this series of violent actions, and a trickle of blood was flowing out, but he was unaware of it, and his whole body was filled with only the joy after the recklessness.

All morning.

Lake shrimp.

Crab.

Even water plants cannot escape the fish's bite.

The devastation of that rainstorm eventually reached the bottom of the lake.

Finally, the big blue carp was full, and he found a spacious blue stone at the bottom of the water and lay down comfortably.

Everything around returned to peace.

But the lake no longer has the leisurely feeling it once had, and it is conceivable that it will never have that feeling again.

Fish hide and shrimps avoid each other, trembling with fear.

……

The big black carp lay on the bluestone all day long, as if it was asleep.

Ding Lin was still hiding in the mud and sand, not daring to show his head.

It's night again.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the bright moon rises into the sky.

When the moonlight fell, the big black carp opened its eyes, swung its long tail, and floated to the surface of the water.

Another night of practice.

Ding Lin silently imitated the breathing of the big black carp.

……

Time flies, and seven days have passed in a flash.

Another night of practice is over.

After the big bluefish hurriedly ate, it lay back on the bluestone as usual.

These days, he no longer caught and ate fish indiscriminately like he did in the beginning. Instead, he would feed one or two fish after finishing his daily training to maintain a normal diet.

The vitality of the world under the lake slowly recovered a little.

See the big blue carp and start to rest.

Amidst the mud and sand, Ding Lin's eyes flickered. Finally, he carefully swung his tail, stood up, and swam around the big black carp towards the water outlet.

A piece of bluestone lies across.

Isolating the ditch and the small lake.

Ding Lin looked up, then turned around silently and stopped in a depression far away from the big black carp. Then he pushed away the mud and sand and hid himself again.

Even the water level of the small lake had risen and was still three feet above the bluestone.

It was a height that Ding Lin could never reach.

……

Unable to leave.

But life must go on.

Ding Lin no longer dared to wander around. If it was not necessary, he would always hide in one place, often for a long time. His life became even more boring. Fortunately, he now had a new place to rely on.

Practice!

Whenever I think about it, my heart is filled with motivation.

Every night, the big black carp breathes towards the moon.

Ding Lin would study silently.

but……

Seven more days passed

One ten days...

Half a month...

But Ding Lin never learned the method of the big black carp to breathe in the moonlight. He repeated the movements of the big black carp over and over again.

Keep imitating.

But I still can't get the point.

In vain.

After all, it is a method of cultivation.

Although it looks simple, it is natural that there is a mystery behind it.

Ding Lin was a little anxious, and comforted himself in his heart.

Another ten days.

Then half a month...

a month...

Time seemed to pass faster and faster. Counting from the day the big black carp arrived, three months had passed without me noticing.

At night, Ding Lin's eyes were wide open, the initial calmness and confidence in his eyes was long gone, his mouth opened and closed slightly, bubbles kept coming up, as if he was muttering.

action.

Rhythm.

Both should be correct.

What went wrong?
Is it because of the difference in species?

After all, there are differences between black carp and carp.

Or does this breathing need to be combined with specific methods of moving qi?

Ding Lin was thinking randomly.

His mind was confused.

Can you still learn it?
Suddenly, there was a feeling of dejection.

A breath of air was released.

Just at this time.

On the water surface, the big black carp was also breathing slowly.

Unconsciously, it seemed like something matched.

Blessing to the soul.

Beside Ding Lin, the moonlight seemed to be distorted for a moment, and just as it was about to change, it returned to its original state.

He was stunned.

It's the frequency.

In an instant.

Ding Lin understood.

Action indeed.

It’s indeed the rhythm.

But these are just the basics.

The most important point is frequency.

A frequency that conforms to the rules of moonlight flow.

Ding Lin himself certainly couldn't catch this opportunity, so he could only take shortcuts by learning how to catch big black carp.

This meant that he had to replicate the movements of the big black carp exactly, without allowing even the slightest error, until one day in the future, when he was completely familiar with it and could grasp the timing himself.

Of course it always fails.

It's not about talent.

To achieve such perfect one-to-one synchronization, once you are familiar with the movements, the rest is just pure luck.

success.

It is that one accident among countless failures.

on the water.

The breathing movement of the big black fish that was guiding Yuehua seemed to pause slightly, and then returned to normal.

In the middle of the night, Ding Lin didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the breathing speed of the big black carp slowed down a little, and it was much easier for him to imitate it. But unfortunately, he didn't succeed again until dawn.

Another seven days.

During these seven days, Ding Lin succeeded three times.

He seemed to have mastered some trick, but in fact the reason why he was more successful was because the big black carp's breathing towards the moon slowed down.

The slower you go, the easier it is to imitate.

The chances of success will naturally be easier to increase.

Another half month passed.

Ding Lin succeeded thirteen times.

The big black carp's breathing speed became slower and slower.

Sometimes, Ding Lin would even have the illusion that the big black carp was teaching him. Whenever he failed for a long time, or the chance of success could not be improved at a certain stage, the big black carp would appropriately slow down its breathing speed.

Probably just a coincidence.

A month later.

Ding Lin can now guarantee success every night, sometimes two or three times, and sometimes even seven or eight times.

The breathing speed of the big black carp no longer slows down.

Ding Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

half year later.

As the number of successes increased, Ding Lin had a vague feeling that was hard to explain and describe, but reflected in his practice, that is, now he would succeed one or two times out of every ten times of breathing, and along with it was a vague feeling in his body, like qi, but it had not yet condensed to that degree.

Moreover, my appetite has been increasing recently.

The river mud and aquatic plants that were once so delicious are now gradually unable to meet the demand.

Ding Lin felt that he was getting hungrier and hungrier, especially after finishing his daily practice. Gradually, he became a meat lover and began to catch lake shrimps frequently.

In the past, Ding Lin might not eat a lake shrimp in a month, but now he has to eat several every day, otherwise he will feel anxious and hungry.

But hunting is not that easy.

(End of this chapter)