Journey to the West: The Immortal Clan Begins by Feeding Monkeys at Five Elements Mountain

Chapter 117 Breathing in and out, exceptional physical constitution

When Jiang Yi returned to the old house, the elementary school lessons in the cold region had just ended.

Jiang Ming put away the books and headed towards the back of the mountain.

Jiang Xi and Liu Zi'an walked one after the other toward the school, chattering amongst themselves, seemingly gossiping about something.

At the back of the courtyard, Jiang Liang was still sitting upright on the small stool in the cold ground, but his expression had already drifted three feet away.

On a slanted corner outside the cold ground, Li Wenya sat properly, her back straight, but her eyes followed the wind and blinked every now and then.

The couple stood about two feet apart, staring at each other in silence.

His expression was as if he had just been hit hard by the teachings of sages and was still dizzy and hadn't recovered.

Jiang Ming spoke fluently and skillfully during the lesson just now.

Li Wenya's foundation was too weak. This was her first time encountering such passages. At first, she wanted to listen carefully, but as she listened, she began to stare blankly.

Although Jiang Liang listened attentively, his natural talent for both arts and sciences was simply predetermined.

Those difficult-to-pronounce scriptures drifted past his ears like a gust of wind sweeping through a medicinal garden; the fragrance of herbs was there, but it couldn't be retained.

Liu Xiulian, watching from the side, couldn't help but feel both amused and heartbroken.

He finally approached the two of them, as if he wanted to offer a few words of advice.

Unfortunately, with her limited family education, she could only barely understand what she was hearing.

Some book principles are understandable to oneself, but when it comes to explaining them, all that's left is the tone of "Well... you can just think of it as... uh, his meaning is something like..."

They started talking about three things, but didn't get to the point of any of them.

Jiang Yi stood at a distance and glanced at it without saying a word.

Seeing the family busy with their own things, he didn't disturb them and went inside on his own.

Turning into the main room, he reached out and picked up his eldest grandson, who was dozing off on the small couch.

The little guy kept nodding his head, looking like he hadn't fully woken up from a dream, with a few traces of drool on his lips.

Jiang Yi held him, gently rocking him and coaxing him softly.

While reciting words to amuse the child, her breaths were actually rhythmic, and her fingers were touching the baby's abdomen.

"Come on, breathe in with Grandpa, inhale..."

"Okay...spit it out again..."

Each sentence sounded like a lullaby, but in reality, the breath had already been subtly guided, quietly incorporating the original breathing technique.

The toddler, who is a little over two years old, can still babble and not speak complete sentences, but can understand most of what people say.

If you can coax them skillfully, they can breathe a sigh of relief and calm down, and that means they've embarked on that path.

This method is the foundation upon which the Jiang family stands.

If you start training early, you'll establish a strong foundation, and you'll be able to grow strong branches and leaves and sprout new shoots in the future.

Jiang Feng is quite promising; he has a good physique and strong bones.

After practicing for only a few seconds, her small breaths gradually became even, and her abdomen rose and fell slightly, even showing a faint rhythm of breathing.

Jiang Yi looked down, a hint of a smile unconsciously appearing in his eyes.

He patted his grandson's back gently as he murmured:
"Hmm... If you're more capable than your father, Grandpa won't scold him anymore..."

Before he finished speaking, the little guy snorted softly, as if he understood, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Jiang Yi chuckled and lightly tapped his forehead with his finger: "You little rascal, you're even more clever than your father."

Once everyone outside had finished their commotion, Jiang Yi slowly got up from the couch.

He walked to the door, took out the bottle of Qi-boosting pills, and shoved it into Jiang Liang's hand.

"While you're at home, don't just rest all the time." His tone wasn't harsh, but it carried a sense of entitlement: "Your wife is pregnant, so she needs to practice her internal energy and take care of her health."

He raised his chin as he spoke:
"Whenever you have time, take her for a walk at the foot of the mountain. The spiritual energy there is abundant, but the human presence is scarce, and it's quiet. Even if she doesn't master many levels of skill, just experiencing the essence of the energy will be enough to make the most of this beautiful place."

Jiang Liang listened and nodded repeatedly in agreement, his expression respectful, just like the obedient way he was when he was being scolded as a child.

He immediately twisted the cap off the bottle, took out a pill, and fed it into Li Wenya's mouth.

He then helped her out the door, and they walked around the new house twice, observing the terrain and sensing the spiritual energy, all the while muttering to themselves:

"Only when you're familiar with the path can you practice it another day."

Li Wenya was quite obedient, only smiling and nodding as he led her along without saying a word.

This time, Jiang Liang stayed at home and lived there peacefully for a month or so.

The house felt more lively, there were more bowls and chopsticks on the dining table, and even the two fruit trees in front of the door bore more fruit than in previous years.

No matter how relaxed and content one is, with hot tea and delicious food, it can't stop that appointment.

A written document can be final.

Jiang Liang could only tie up the corners of his robe, pick up his bundle, loosen his belt, and head to Longshan County to take up his post.

The house over there had been prepared long ago; it was purchased the year of the wedding, so it was considered a proper ceremony and there was no worry about where to stay.

On the day he left, before dawn, Jiang Liang got up early, carried two large bags of medicinal herbs and spiritual fruits and went out.

One package was said to be a gift for the older county constable.

He was very humble, calling me "senior," but he had already made up his mind.

"I'll teach him to fill in for me in the future, so I can come home every few days."

He said this openly and honestly, without any attempt to hide anything.

The other packages were sealed tightly, and were said to be given to Instructor Lin and a few old colleagues he had met in the past.

Even after everyone left, the Jiang family's courtyard didn't get cold; the chickens still crowed, and the stove was still lit.

Li Wenya, despite being heavily pregnant, lived her life in an orderly manner.

I listened to Jiang Ming's lecture early in the morning, but I was so drowsy that I didn't sit down. I just sat there upright.

In the afternoon, he would go to the cold ground to meditate and hone his mind, practicing breathing exercises, taking pills, and practicing standing meditation, leaving no stone unturned, truly a determined "student and practitioner".

She had originally intended to lend a hand, sweeping the floor and washing the vegetables, but as soon as she turned around, Liu Xiulian stopped her.

“It’s good enough that you can eat and sleep well,” the mother-in-law scolded with a stern face. “We can talk about housework after the baby is born.”

Li Wenya tried several more times, but each time she was met with a glare that shut her up. In the end, she couldn't resist and had to accept her fate.

When she had free time, she would stay in her room, holding a medical book in her hands, her brows furrowed tightly.

Jiang Feng, that kid, is quite promising.

The breathing technique was easy to grasp, and the breath flowed smoothly. The resilience in the bones and tendons was something that no ordinary baby could develop.

In just two or three months, he was able to run all by himself to the newly opened medicinal herb field at the foot of the mountain and come back without even being out of breath.

With such innate talent, if it were someone else, they would probably have been taken to the place with the most spiritual energy to practice meditation and cultivate their mind.

But Jiang Yi was a mature man after all. Although he was secretly overjoyed, he didn't show it on his face at all.

Don't rush in your practice. First, perfect your breathing techniques so that you can grow stronger and more prolific.

Otherwise, no matter how fast it rushes forward, if its roots aren't firmly planted, it will eventually fall back down.

The only time I went too far was during the medicinal bath.

The medicine was merciless; after soaking in it, the boy became sleepy, but once he was fully awake, he was lively and energetic, doing somersaults.

(End of this chapter)