Fairy, don't try to mess with my filial piety

"Well, let's listen to what you have to say, Senior Qin."

"Now that you've returned to your lively and energetic self, how do you view the incident with the Sky Fox? Do you consider it just a brief but unforgettable encounter in your life?"

We're already talking so sensitively...

The topic became serious, and Chu Wuji subconsciously turned his head, intending to have a serious conversation with his elder. As soon as his eyes met the tender white flesh, he immediately turned his head away.

"Senior Tingqin, why do you suddenly ask this?"

The Crane Immortal touched Yao'er's nose with his fingertips and said thoughtfully:

"Because you and Qingying have very similar personalities. When you lose your goal, you both become dazed. But you don't look dazed now, which means you have found your goal."

"......" Chu Wuji was silent.

And the Crane Hermit continued:

"You didn't just accept the situation of Tianhu's departure and gradually recover your emotions, but you found a goal to work towards, which is why you were able to shake off your depression and confusion."

This was something Chu Wuzhi had not expected. He Xianren might not know what he was planning, but he could indeed see something based on his intuition.

It is estimated that even if Yao'er did not ask him to come over tonight, Hexianren would sooner or later ask him to come over for a private talk.

"Little Qilin, don't be nervous. I don't have any intention of investigating. I just want to chat with you and give you a few words from my heart."

"Please speak, Senior Tingqin!" Chu Wuji listened attentively.

"I forgot when and where I read it."

The Crane Immortal's jade finger sketched a line of words that appeared in mid-air. It read:

Hiding from fate, avoiding karma, all kinds of shackles have trapped my true self. Following fate, accepting karma, today I know I am myself.

"Senior Tianhu is a carefree person. If you want to keep her, Wuji, and take her to avoid the loss of power and resolve the destined cause and effect of the ancestral spirit, it will only cause her to lose her true nature and become timid.

She is like this, and so are you. If your heart is in turmoil, it will be even harder to control external things!"

Chu Wuji was a little surprised when he heard the woman's earnest and concerned tone.

He suddenly remembered the last few days of the Sky Fox Goddess, and no longer worried about the loss of power. He rode on his neck again and continued the short time they traveled together.

Although time was short and what she saw along the way was not very interesting, the Fox Goddess was undoubtedly happy from the bottom of her heart.

No longer worried about the accelerated loss of strength, his state of mind was far better than the previous half year, as if he had returned to the time when he had just accompanied him out of the forest.

What Crane Immortal said is right...

Chu Wuji felt his own state of mind and asked in confusion:

"Then how do we know that our true self is not trapped?"

"Move methodically towards the goal in your heart, not the goal you planned, which will drag you along."

"It's so confusing~" Chu Wuji laughed at himself.

Crane Immortal pondered for a moment and said in more detail:

"Can you have fun while you're playing? Do you have any unnecessary concerns during seclusion?"

Chu Wuji roughly understood it. Although he knew that He Xianren was just picking an example at random, the fact that he was in seclusion... was still debatable.

If he didn't think more about it while in seclusion with Ning Xianzhi's mother, he might not be able to get out.

However, Chu Wuji did have some insights. He thought about the martial arts method and felt that he seemed to be restricted by many other factors and had lost himself.

He immediately got up, intending to learn some of the key points of the technique himself, but a long, plump white leg pressed down on him, stopping him from moving.

Crane Immortal raised one of her snow-white legs and pressed it across Chu Wuji's eyes. She said angrily:

“Look, if you don’t sleep well when you are asleep, then you can do other things after you have rested well!

I told you not to be trapped by external shackles, but these words have become shackles that prevent you from sleeping soundly. Is that reasonable?"

"I understand..." Chu Wuji succumbed to the power of Hexianren's beautiful legs.

The beautiful crane lady seemed to think that Yao'er was already asleep and there was no need to worry too much. Instead, the big child needed more attention.

She carried Yao'er to the innermost side of the bed, and took the initiative to move in front of Chu Wuji. She stared at him with her beautiful eyes, patted Chu Wuji's body gently with her slender hands, and coaxed him to sleep while softly teaching him:

"Don't let me find out that the little Qilin is not sleeping well and is secretly looking at me with his eyes open!"

Chapter 528: Taiji is yellow

The pressure from the Crane Immortal was very great. Although Chu Wuji didn't sleep well, he didn't open his eyes the whole time. All he could sense was the weight of that beautiful leg pressing on his lower abdomen.

It wasn't particularly heavy, but the pressure was like a woman sleeping soundly with her legs casually draped over a man.

Chu Wuji had never imagined that he would have such contact with this old immortal...

In order to divert his attention, he focused his mind on the inspiration for his previous martial arts, trying hard to capture every ray of inspiration and record it as soon as he woke up.

At three o'clock in the morning, Crane Immortal suddenly hit Chu Wuzhi lightly on the chest.

The force was not strong, just like a gentle elder who pretends to be majestic and hits the child lightly in order to scare him.

Chu Wuji felt that she was not trying to bait him into sleeping, so he asked in confusion:

"Senior Tingqin, I haven't opened my eyes..."

Crane Immortal nodded, and whispered in a low voice, afraid of waking Yao'er:

"But you're just daydreaming. Even when I'm lying next to you, I can hear your chaotic thoughts. It's really disturbing. Go to sleep!"

The lips of the beautiful crane woman were rosy and shiny in the night. When she started talking, the focus was on the space between her red lips and pearly teeth.

Chu Wuji was surprised:

"Can you even directly perceive your thoughts?"

“It’s not your thoughts that are aware, it’s the atmosphere.”

"Atmosphere?"

It feels like... the little Qilin can detect the enemy's attack intentions. Silence doesn't just refer to sound, it also refers to the impact of thoughts in the mind on the outside world!

Chu Wuji would not doubt what the He Immortal said, but he did not expect that the immortals were so particular!

No one ever thinks Yaoer's little mouth is too noisy, probably because of her innocent and pure thoughts.

Chu Wuji asked in a low voice:

"What if I forget the inspiration for the technique after daybreak?"

Crane Immortal said concisely and patiently:

“If you can forget it completely after a good night’s sleep, it means that the inspiration has not penetrated deeply into your heart, nor has it given you any sudden enlightenment.

Why are you so anxious about such an insignificant inspiration? You might as well get some sleep! "

Chu Wuji found it difficult to refute and felt that it made a lot of sense.

As expected of an old senior, his words were profound and simple!

He decisively shut down his thoughts, threw his consciousness back into the soul cave, and continued to sleep soundly in the Yin-Yang Spring.

......

The next day at dawn,

Chu Wuzhi opened his eyes but did not move. He Xianren had already put Yao'er back next to him, but the big white leg was still pressing down on him.

The length of the legs is indeed remarkable.

It was not until the rooster crowed that Crane Immortal took his legs away, silently letting him go.

But Yao'er acted as a stumbling block again. In her drowsiness, she hugged Chu Wuji tightly and begged him to sleep in with her.

Chu Wuji had no other choice but to wait until the morning after breakfast before he could start practicing his martial arts in the study.

......

In the study,

The placement of the princess's pen holder is very particular. Under the sunlight, the reflection of the brush forms a simple solar corona.

The slanted shadow first became longer and then shorter, and the sunlight changed from a light golden color to a crimson color like a salted duck egg.

Chu Wuji stayed there for the entire day, his body like a statue, motionless, staring at the paper and pen.

The ink in the inkstone had dried up, but the white paper in front of him was as clean as new.

During this period, Yun Qingying and others came to see him one after another, but did not disturb him because they knew that he was immersed in his state.

Another day passed, and when the princess and others entered the study to check on him, Chu Wu Ji was still sitting on the chair in the same posture, holding the pen in the same way.

But there was an extra piece of "ghostly scribbles" on the desk, a stream-of-consciousness sketch, sloppy but with an internal structure.

But the princess and the others couldn't understand it, they could only feel a vague force.

Out of concern for Chu Wuzhi, the female members of the family called He Xianren and Ning Xianzhi to check on the situation.

"What's wrong with Wuji? He hasn't moved since yesterday morning..."

Crane Immortal picked up the "ghost painting" he had written, looked at it carefully for a while, and roughly understood the reason.

The conversation I had with him at night actually gave the child such great inspiration.

Before, he was limited in his expression, had not read many serious books on exercises, and did not know how to record his knowledge.

But now it is a free expression.

No longer obsessed with the carrier of words, nor caring whether others can understand it or not, I get rid of all kinds of formal shackles and directly draw the trajectory captured in my heart on paper.

And he didn't just draw one, but nine. However, the other eight were blank. He forgot that the ink had dried and just used the brush to draw on them.

"He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice he'd wasted a whole day and night..."

Queen Wen sighed softly beside him, and the beautiful lady in palace dress rolled up her sleeves and helped Chu Wuji grind the ink, adding fragrance to his service so that he could continue to draw normally.

"Wuji has finished his contemplation. Let me see what he has written."

As the Jiuwu Taoist said this, he casually splashed the ink ground by Queen Wen on the paper. The ink seemed to have life and moved to the invisible pen marks on the paper.

The order of the strokes and the strength of the pen were all reproduced.

Princess Jing'an was surprised. She was most interested in this magic. If she had this ability, she might be able to reproduce the original works of many famous calligraphers and painters!

"Senior Jiujiu, what kind of spell is this? Is it difficult to learn?"

"This doesn't belong to a specific spell. It's just performed casually based on your understanding." Taoist Jiuwu spread his hands, indicating that he couldn't teach it.

This kind of skill, which deviates from the fixed pattern of casting spells, may seem like a small skill that can be easily learned, but it is the most difficult to teach others.

Several female fairies focused their attention on the nine "ghostly talismans".

One of the human body diagrams for physical tempering points out the location of the light cluster in the human body that best reflects one's aptitude.

The next eight pictures are interesting. Each picture shows a kind of power. If you look at it for a moment and put your mind into it, you can immediately feel a sense of a fierce attack.

Chu Wuji regarded it as the original form of various attacks. No matter how dazzling the various moves in the world are, they can ultimately be classified into these eight types of strength.

Each kind of force can only exert its most powerful power in the right direction. However, in the inappropriate direction, although the force will be weakened, it can produce different effects.

It's like poking the eyes with a finger. If you poke the eyes on your head, it can cause blindness directly, but if you poke the eye behind your back, it can also cause a rupture.

Ning Xianzhi saw that his son wanted to learn from the illustrations in the Yin Fu Jing and incorporate its spirit into it. He had seen the illustrations of Kongtong Mountain.

But after careful observation, the mature and cold female immortal discovered more clues and said:

"Senior Tingqin, Jiujiu, do you think this looks like Tai Chi Bagua?"

"It seems to be true!" Senior Jiujiu nodded.

"Indeed, it matches." A look of surprise appeared on the calm and beautiful face of Crane Immortal.

Chu Wuji's painting was too abstract and no one could see it at first. But after Ning Xianzhi pointed it out, the female fairies immediately found the similarities.

Wu Ji's original eight forces correspond to the innate eight trigrams.

The innate eight trigrams were derived into the acquired sixty-four trigrams by changing their directions.

Chu Wuji's drawings also embodied this idea. The same force, attacking from different directions, produced different advantages and disadvantages in the game.

He already had an instinctive sense of response. When he saw the enemy's attack, he subconsciously knew how to solve the problem and put himself in an advantageous position. Even if there was a gap in hard power, he could make up for it a little.