Start practicing from Mr. Fox

Chapter 102 Wine in the Clouds
"Mr. Su and the others?"

"I can't drink much. I'm drunk."

Miss Bai said slowly.

"It just so happened that there was no wine last time, and sir still had something to ask, right?"

"Then you two can chat first. I'll go check on the young Taoist priests and fellow fox. We can talk about the statue pretending to be dirty after Master sobers up."

Taoist Xiyun smiled slightly and left on his own initiative.

Only then did Chen Ji look at Miss Bai.

"This is not the place to talk, so come with me."

Miss Bai stood up, holding the wine jar in one hand and pulling Chen Ji with the other. She took a step forward and rode the wind and clouds up.

In just two or three steps, he soared into the sky.

This wind-controlling technique is much more elegant than Chen Ji's.

"Sir, please sit down."

Miss Bai waved her sleeves and summoned a cloud, which instantly turned into pavilions and towers, and tables and chairs appeared.

Chen Ji's eyes lit up.

Miss Bai's surgical technique is not inferior to the cloud and mist transformation technique. She can even mobilize the clouds in the sky. But no one knows where she learned it.

"It's the Cloud Summoning Technique. It's not a very powerful technique. It's just a convenient way to hide your body. It's not as good as your Cloud and Mist Transformation Technique."

Miss Bai saw that Chen Ji was curious and spoke slowly.

Chen Ji's eyes moved slightly. He didn't expect that Miss Bai could guess what he wanted to ask.

"When you first enter the Dao, you find the techniques and methods novel and curious, so it's normal."

Miss Bai poured the wine and looked at the mountains and rivers under the clouds.

"It was the same when I first started studying intelligent techniques. I was curious and wanted to learn new techniques. Later, I realized that this wasted a lot of time. Techniques are endless, but life span is finite. I should choose the best one that suits me."

"It's easy to say, but who knows what kind of magic is suitable for me?"

Chen Ji sighed.

"That depends on what you like, or what techniques your master has to teach you."

"I teach the foxes based on their strengths. Qingfeng Temple teaches whatever they have. Some temples and monasteries all teach the same techniques, and only those who have mastered them can move on to the next one."

"In short, it's all for better cultivation, but I've never heard of anyone learning too much, which would be a waste of their good cultivation talent."

"..."

Chen Ji also realized at this time that Miss Bai seemed to be giving him some advice.

After thinking about it, it is true.

It takes a lot of time for ordinary people to master a Taoist method after entering Taoism.

I have only been practicing Taoism for a little over a month, but I have already mastered several techniques, which is indeed much more than other people.

It is normal for Miss Bai to worry that her academic methods are not solid and are too diverse and not specialized.

However, he couldn't tell anyone that he had the "Strange Stories" and could only find other excuses to cover it up.

"It's not that I wanted to learn so much, I just exchanged ideas with my fellow Daoists for a while and learned it. Apart from the breathing method and the wall-opening technique, I haven't delved into much else, so I didn't waste too much time."

"Oh? Are you serious about this?"

"it is true."

"How many spells do you know now, sir?"

"I do know some skills, such as opening walls, controlling fire, controlling wind, arresting souls, armoring horses, relieving disasters, marrying dreams, understanding the earth, mustard seed Sumeru, and cloud and mist transformation."

"It's indeed quite a lot."

Miss Bai smiled.

"No wonder you were able to teach me so many techniques. Now that you understand everything, I feel relieved."

"Don't you need me to show you?"

“Why show it?”

Miss Bai looked at Chen Ji.

"When I first met you, I knew you were different from ordinary people. It was just that you couldn't practice cultivation back then. Now that you have the talent to practice cultivation, and such a high talent, you naturally don't have to be bound by practicing a few techniques like others."

"When ordinary practitioners learn magic, they have to worry about overdoing it. Sir, the more the better."

Chen Ji was stunned.

I didn't expect Miss Bai to think so highly of herself.

"I can still discuss magic with you now, but I'm afraid that by the time the little foxes finish their fox studies exams, you'll be far better than me."

"Miss Bai thinks highly of me."

Chen Ji shook his head.

Not to mention that he still didn't know Miss Bai's exact level of cultivation, but judging from the fact that the old abbot called her Senior Fox, Miss Bai's level of cultivation was probably much higher than he thought.

What’s more, the heroic act of Miss Bai setting the mountain on fire with fox fire that day is still before our eyes.

Even if I have a record of strange things that I can open a small book about, it is impossible for me to surpass Miss Bai in a few months.

"Others may be highly regarded, but it's hard to say about you, sir. After all, even the saints like you so much, so who knows if there's another emperor who likes you too."

Chen Ji subconsciously looked at Miss Bai.

For a moment, it was impossible to confirm why she said the Emperor was coming.

Did he figure out something from "Xuanshan Strange Stories" or was it just a casual remark? Otherwise, why would he talk about the Emperor?

When Lu Pan said this, Miss Bai was not at the foot of the mountain, so it was impossible for her to know that the Emperor was not as good as Taoist Xuanshan in terms of law.

But looking at Miss Bai's face, it was still flushed from being drunk, without any abnormality.

It was Miss Bai who noticed Chen Ji's gaze. She turned her head and a red cloud floated on the side of her face, like a plum blossom blooming after the snow melted. Her voice became sweet and lovely.

"Why are you looking at me like that, sir?"

Chen Ji couldn't help but look at it twice more before he came to his senses and pursed his lips.

"Seeing Miss Bai at this moment, I finally understand why there are poems like 'A graceful lady is the ideal match for a gentleman.'"

"Didn't you see it that day in Jinluoyuan?"

Miss Bai suddenly laughed out loud, imitating the sound of that day.

"Young Master, this night is beautiful, why don't you go out and have some fun?"

Chen Ji trembled.

"Miss Bai, you'd better not learn this. Thinking back to the feeling of facing the human skin minions, it's really not good."

"Sir, when you were still a mortal, you weren't afraid of monsters. Now that you've achieved cultivation, are you still afraid of human-skinned minions?"

The white girl asked curiously.

"It's not quite the same after all."

"Is it?"

Miss Bai smiled slightly, but did not ask what was different and picked up the wine jar.

"I've heard of poems like 'leaning by the railing after drinking and reciting a poem alone.' Now, my lord and I are soaring through the air, so it's time to drink. How can we be without wine?"

As he said this, he and Chen Ji had another glass of wine.

Chen Ji held a glass of wine in his hand. He didn't know whether it was brewed by the old abbot or found by Mr. Su. He just felt the rich aroma, so he drank it all in one gulp, and his body became hot.

"Good wine!"

Miss Bai also drank a cup and spoke slowly.

"Sir, do you still remember asking me about the Sword Immortal? I forgot to ask, why did you only ask about the Sword Immortal when there were so many cultivators?"

"The book says that sword immortals are stronger than ordinary practitioners. At that time, Miss Bai said that I couldn't practice, so I wondered if I could use the sword to enter the Tao..."

"That's it."

Miss Bai nodded, as if thinking about something.

After a moment he laughed again.

"What the world says is true. A true sword immortal is indeed more powerful than an ordinary cultivator. However, there are very few people who can truly comprehend the sword technique. Even sword immortals are rare. They can only be considered cultivators who use swords."

"Doesn't that count for Fellow Daoist Yan?"

Miss Bai frowned, thought for a moment, and shook her head.

"He can only be considered a sword cultivator. If he continues in the direction of your research, I'm afraid he won't even be a pure sword cultivator, let alone a sword immortal."

"How to say it?"

Chen Ji was a little surprised. He had thought that the sword technique could improve his combat effectiveness, but he didn't expect that in Miss Bai's eyes, it would be inferior.

"Sir, do you know how to judge whether a swordsman is good or bad?"

"I really don't know, but it shouldn't be about these moves, right?"

"Yes and no."

Miss Bai said slowly.

"Inferior swordsmanship relies on moves, third-rate swordsmanship relies on the eyes, second-rate swordsmanship relies on the heart, and first-rate swordsmanship relies on the mind."

Chen Ji frowned as he listened.

"I can understand the first two, but how do I understand the heart and the mind?"

"Using your heart is feeling. When the feeling comes, the sword moves as your heart desires. In the novel, man and sword become one."

"What about reading?"

"Well, it sounds complicated, but it's just one sentence: always trust the sword in your hand."

"I don't need any external tools to travel the world. Not to mention demons and ghosts, even if I see a true immortal, I dare to draw my sword and try it."

After saying this, Miss Bai looked at Chen Ji again.

"This is what I call a true sword immortal."

Chen Ji fell silent.

This is indeed easy to say, and Yan Chixia did dare to draw his sword against the demons.

But what if he is a real immortal?
Chen Ji was not sure either.

Thinking about it, I remembered what Miss Bai said and asked curiously.

"The real sword immortal that Miss Bai saw last time, did he draw his sword towards the True Immortal?"

"She wasn't a true immortal, just a ghost immortal. However, she was still a mortal at the time, so she couldn't be called a sword immortal. She just had some similarities."

"..."

Chen Ji stood there in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Ghost immortals are also immortals, but they are not real immortals, and their cultivation is also stronger than that of real immortals.

Is there really someone who can kill a ghost fairy with just swordsmanship?
It was impossible for Miss Bai to lie to him, but this matter still sounded a little too unbelievable.

"If I have the chance, I would really like to meet this extraordinary person."

After a long time, Chen Ji sighed and thought of something new.

"Miss Bai didn't bring me here just to talk about drinking, did she?"

"There are other things as well."

"What's the matter?"

"I'd like to ask about your future plans, sir."

"Why do you suddenly ask this, Miss Bai?"

"I invited you to the mountain earlier because, firstly, we had a connection and felt that you could teach foxes. Secondly, I wanted to use the evil spirit on the mountain to shield your remaining soul from being targeted by evildoers."

"But some time ago, I was unable to observe the master's aura. I just asked the old master, and he was also unable to observe the master's aura."

"We are all like this. I guess those bad guys can't sense your presence either. I wonder if you want to go down the mountain early and travel around."

"After all, you are living with a group of monsters, I am afraid you will not like it."

Miss Bai said truthfully.

Chen Ji also thought about this problem seriously.

Although I have only been here for a month or so, my knowledge and cultivation speed are indeed far beyond those of ordinary practitioners.

If I continue to practice in the mountains, I really don’t know what the future will be like.

But the world below the mountain...

Chen Ji looked down from Yunting, looking for a village on earth.

But there were almost no lights in the mountains and fields, only in the town far away.

Chen Ji sighed again.

"I'm quite comfortable in Xiantai Mountain. I don't dislike it at all."

"Besides, in such a chaotic world, I don't know where to go even if I go down the mountain. It would be great to be able to meet with fellow Taoists from Xiantai Mountain."

"That would be great."

A smile seemed to flash across Miss Bai's face, and then she had an idea and looked down at the clouds.

"The master of the temple has woken up, it's time to talk about pretending to be dirty."

After saying that, he waved his hand and the pavilions and towers dispersed, and slowly landed on the ground.

The man and the ghost in the yard had indeed woken up, the mess of cups and plates disappeared, and tea was replaced.

But it was not the fog and rain tea I drank in the afternoon, just ordinary green tea.

Seeing the two people coming, Mr. Su smelled the tea and pretended to complain.

"This old Taoist is really stingy. He clearly has Fog Rain Tea, but now he replaces it with this tea to fool people. Mr. Chen, do you think this is appropriate?"

"You got drunk and vomited in my yard, making the air full of ghosts and the stench of alcohol unbearable. Now you want to drink some good tea. I'm lucky I didn't ask you to go back quickly."

Miss Bai smiled but said nothing.

Chen Ji envied the friendship between Mr. Su and the old abbot.

For most people, spiritual practice is actually a lonely thing.

Especially for an old abbot of this age, most practitioners of the same age have already passed away, so it is rare to have a fellow Taoist who can tease you as freely as Mr. Su.

Therefore, both the man and the ghost cherish this friendship very much.

This can be seen from the fact that they pay back their debts and the fox fairy is still thinking about each other's drinks.

Nowadays, only close friends can laugh, scold, and dislike each other.

Chen Ji couldn't help but wonder if he would have such a good friend if he continued to practice.

While thinking about things, I didn't miss the voice in my ears.

Taoist Master Xiyun is asking the old abbot.

"Since the Mountain God Temple is seeking ordination, its collection should be different from the ordinary Five Great Emperors' collection. I don't know what to put in it. Master, please give me some advice."

The old abbot thought about it.

"The common treasures of the Five Great Mountains are the 'Chengshan Records' and the 'Five Great Mountains True Shapes Table Text'. If you want something special, I have heard of a method before."

"The Five Great Emperors have different powers, so it's most appropriate to search for the hidden objects based on the directions they control."

"The Emperor of Heavenly Equal Benevolence and Saintliness of Mount Tai, the Eastern Peak, presides over the judgment of the netherworld and the cycle of life and death. Anything related to the netherworld is acceptable. The Emperor of Heavenly Equal Benevolence and Saintliness of Mount Heng, the Southern Peak, presides over the prosperity of literature and the education of rituals and music. Anything related to these is acceptable."

"The same is true for the other emperors. The Western Mountain is in charge of weapons, executions, and the suppression of demons and monsters. The Northern Mountain is in charge of rivers and shipping. The Central Mountain is in charge of the country and the people..."

"Everyone has their own best collection, but it's not easy to find them."

"for example?"

Chen Ji asked curiously.

Although he had some ideas about what the old master said, he had never experienced pretending to be dirty, so he didn't know what kind of items he should look for. It would be better to make up his mind.

"It's not that difficult actually. If it's related to the underworld, then if you're better, you can find the soul of a ghost king who escaped from the underworld. If you're worse off, you can also prepare some common flowers and plants from the underworld."

"For weapons and executions, we can look for weapons and armor left behind on ancient battlefields or by generals. For river transport, we can look for dragon scales and dragon bones..."

"However, there are also misunderstandings. People often think that the treasures of the Five Great Emperors are valuable. In fact, what is more important is the thought behind it."

"A handful of earth with sincerity is better than ten thousand ounces of gold with carelessness. The key lies in the consideration of Fellow Daoist Chen and the Mountain God. I cannot say more. The secret of heaven cannot be revealed. Man proposes, God disposes."

"Mercy, mercy!"

The old abbot bowed with a smile, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes.

Chen Ji suddenly understood and realized that what he said was just like telling them the answers directly during the exam, and the rest would be their business, so he thanked them sincerely.

"It's good that the master can say this. We will handle the rest ourselves."

The abbot nodded.

"As long as you understand, fellow Daoist."

After saying that, he looked at Chen Ji again.

"I heard from Xiyun that fellow Daoist went down the mountain and brought back a local deity who had the memorial archway destroyed. There's also the connection between the City God and the villains. I wonder how we should handle this?"

(End of this chapter)