Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

"it is good."

Azi and Mu Wanqing nodded at the same time.

The two picked up their chopsticks and ate quietly.

Mu Wanqing ate slowly, her movements somewhat restrained. She only picked up the vegetables in front of her with her chopsticks, not even touching the braised meat.

Azi was quite uninhibited, picking up a piece of chicken and nibbling on it in small bites, her eyes occasionally glancing towards Mu Wanqing.

Wu Feng ignored them and ate by himself, quickly finishing his bowl of rice.

After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he put down his chopsticks and looked at Azi: "Go and call the waiter to tidy up the table."

"Yes, young master."

Azi immediately got up, opened the door, and went out.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor.

Wu Feng withdrew his gaze and landed on Mu Wanqing opposite him.

She was wiping her mouth with a handkerchief when she noticed his gaze, paused slightly, and looked up.

"Wanqing," Wu Feng said, "come with me."

Mu Wanqing was stunned for a moment.

"Your martial arts skills are too poor," Wu Feng said calmly, without any embellishment. "I'll teach you some martial arts."

Mu Wanqing blinked, then realized what was happening. She quickly stood up, her voice filled with gratitude: "Thank you, young master."

The two walked out of the room one after the other.

The door to the next room was ajar. Wu Feng pushed the door open and went in, with Mu Wanqing following behind, gently closing the door behind him.

"Have a seat," Wu Feng said, pointing to the chair next to the table.

Mu Wanqing nodded, walked over and sat down, placing her hands on her knees, keeping her back straight, and looking at Wu Feng, waiting for him to speak.

Wu Feng didn't speak immediately.

He stood by the window, his gaze falling on Mu Wanqing, scrutinizing her for a moment.

This girl has a good foundation and excellent physique, but her cultivation skills are too rudimentary. She has good talent but hasn't met a good master.

"The technique I'm going to teach you," Wu Feng said slowly, "is called the Northern Darkness Divine Art."

Mu Wanqing's eyes widened slightly.

Northern Darkness Divine Art.

She had never heard the name before, but just hearing it from Wu Feng's mouth gave it an unusual feel to it.

"You should cultivate according to the meridian diagram."

As Wu Feng spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a scroll. He walked over to Mu Wanqing, unrolled the scroll, and laid it on the table.

It's a meridian chart. The chart shows a human figure with densely packed meridians and acupoints marked on it, with red and blue lines intersecting and extending all the way to the fingertips and toes.

only--

Mu Wanqing's gaze fell on the human figure in the picture, and her cheeks instantly burned.

They are a man and a woman.

Naked men and women.

She subconsciously looked away, her heart racing, and her fingers clenched the hem of her clothes.

Wu Feng remained calm, pointing his fingertip at the diagram: "This is the energy circulation route of the Northern Darkness Divine Art. It starts in the dantian, ascends along the Ren meridian, and splits into two paths at the Tanzhong acupoint. One path follows the three Yin meridians of the hand, and the other follows the three Yin meridians of the foot..."

He explained each point in detail, pointing out where to take advantage of opportunities, where to pause, and where to make a turning point, in a thorough and clear manner.

As Mu Wanqing listened, the burning sensation on her face gradually subsided.

Wu Feng's expression was too serious; there was not a trace of teasing in his tone, nor any intention to embarrass her.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her unease, and turned her gaze back to the drawing, studying it carefully.

After Wu Feng finished speaking, he stood aside and said nothing more.

The room quieted down, with only the occasional bird calls coming from outside the window.

Mu Wanqing lowered her head, her gaze wandering over the map, silently reciting the names of the acupoints, her fingers unconsciously tracing the lines.

Wu Feng leaned against the window, arms crossed, quietly watching her.

The sunlight shone from the side, casting a faint golden rim on her face.

Her eyelashes were long, casting a small shadow on her eyelids when she lowered her head, and her lips moved slightly as she muttered something.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Mu Wanqing raised her head and looked at Wu Feng, her cheeks flushing slightly again.

"Young master," her voice was soft but clear, "I've remembered it."

Wu Feng nodded: "Practice it. I'll watch, and I'll correct any problems you encounter."

Mu Wanqing responded, put the scroll aside, and sat cross-legged on the chair.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began to circulate her energy according to the route marked on the map.

Wu Feng walked to her side, his gaze fixed on her, but he didn't say anything to disturb her.

At first, Mu Wanqing's breathing was a little unsteady, and her brows were slightly furrowed.

This was my first time encountering such a profound technique, and I was a little clumsy when circulating my qi.

But soon, her breathing gradually calmed down, her brows relaxed, and a very faint white halo began to emanate from her body.

Wu Feng stared at the halo, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

This girl is quite quick to understand.

On his first attempt at practicing the Northern Darkness Divine Art, he was able to grasp the basics in such a short time, which is better than most people.

He continued watching, and time passed little by little.

The sunlight moved from one side of the window to the other, but the dust particles in the beam of light still floated.

Mu Wanqing maintained her cross-legged posture, her breathing long and steady. The aura around her became more and more stable, from initially appearing faintly to now clearly showing a layer of light white enveloping her.

Until she slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and opened her eyes.

For a fleeting moment, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Wu Feng spoke first: "How are you feeling?"

Mu Wanqing turned to look at him, her eyes still showing surprise, and her tone was filled with excitement: "Young Master, this technique is extremely profound. Practicing it... feels wonderful."

She didn't know how to describe that feeling.

As the true qi circulates within the body, it feels as if a warm stream is slowly flowing through it, gradually widening the meridians, and the originally thin internal energy in the dantian seems to solidify a bit.

This feeling was many times stronger than the rudimentary techniques I had practiced before.

more importantly--

She looked up, her gaze towards Wu Feng now carrying a complex expression.

Such a top-notch skill, just like that, is passed on to me?

This person is... way too generous.

Wu Feng ignored the emotions in her eyes and simply nodded: "Your cultivation is fine. Continue cultivating and consolidate your strength."

"Yes, young master."

Mu Wanqing responded, closed her eyes again, and prepared to continue practicing her internal energy.

Wu Feng raised his hand and gently grabbed the scroll.

An invisible suction force emanated from his palm, and the scroll seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand, flying steadily into his hand.

Hearing the noise, Mu Wanqing opened her eyes and saw the scroll fly into Wu Feng's hand.

She froze for a moment.

What kind of kung fu is this?

Retrieving objects remotely?

Wu Feng offered no explanation, put the scroll into his pouch, and turned to walk towards the door.

Mu Wanqing looked at his retreating figure and opened her mouth.

But the words stuck in his throat.

In the end, he didn't shout out.

She gently shook her head, took a deep breath, suppressed the chaotic thoughts in her mind, closed her eyes, and continued her cultivation.

Wu Feng pushed open the door to his room.

The room was quiet. The table had been cleaned up, and the bowls and chopsticks were nowhere to be seen. In their place was a pot of hot tea, with wisps of steam rising from it.

Azi was standing by the table. When she saw him come in, she immediately went to greet him.

"Young master," she said softly, with a gentle smile on her face, "the dining table has been cleared, and I've also had the waiter bring over some hot tea."

She pointed to the teapot on the table.

"Would you like a drink?"

Wu Feng glanced at her, nodded, and walked over to sit down.

Azi immediately picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and presented it to him with both hands.

The tea was warm, with a faint aroma. It wasn't particularly high-quality tea, but it was clean.

Wu Feng picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Azi stood to the side, her hands hanging down in front of her, waiting quietly, her gaze fixed on his face with a hint of cautious flattery.

"If you have nothing else to do," Wu Feng put down his teacup, his tone indifferent, "go and practice your skills."

Azi nodded quickly: "Yes, young master."

After saying that, she turned around and walked back to the inner room where she had been, sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began to practice the Lesser Formless Skill.