First, reflect upon oneself, capture the vital breath, and then use the pre-prepared object of attachment to ignite and trigger it.
Two streams of spiritual light merge like yin and yang, gradually becoming clear and distinct, revealing a definite phenomenon.
"Foster father..."
Zhao Pijiang sat upright with a solemn expression, lowering his head respectfully.
The person in the mirror was an old man with a weak aura, on the verge of decline.
With sparse white hair and dark spots on his face, he seemed to be nearing the end of his life.
"Step back for a moment and observe the Meridian Sword Sect’s subsequent maneuvers.
Over the years, Yan Xin has made no move, making your father anxious.
In the entire Red County Divine Land, fewer than ten people have entered that Fallen Immortal Mansion.
Now, the only ones still breathing are him, Daoist Qiu from the Observatory Tower, and that fellow from the Three Yang Sect surnamed Chen."
Duke Erzhu, with a voice as hoarse as an old crow, said:
"Let them make a fuss for a while, the more vigorous, the better. Profound Mysterious Divine Soldiers emerge destined by the heavens.
Pijiang, your father can sense it, that sword is about to reveal itself."
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"Cultivation is simply plain and dull, if you’re not careful, you’ll make progress."
When Bai Qi opened his eyes, the sky was gradually darkening, dusk covering the land, and the city lights were bright.
The scroll containing fundamental martial skills, the "Red Dragon Devouring Sword Painting," was engraved deeply in his mind.
With just a push of his inner strength, he could evolve its techniques.
"This uncle... why is he still here? His eyes are looking at me strangely."
Bai Qi, full of confidence, was about to master the South Ming Li Fire and test the "Red Dragon Killing Sword" he comprehended through his own talent and effort!
But with a sideways glance, the chubby old man with white hair and beard was sitting beside him, his eyes shiny and even a bit intimidating!
We don’t even know each other, don’t act like we’re acquaintances!
Bai Qi inwardly grumbled but maintained a polite demeanor. Through his journey of hardship and perseverance, he concluded one thing.
When out and about, it’s best to respect the elderly.
"Might I ask your name, senior?"
Bai Qi looked around, not finding any trace of Chunyu Cultivator, nor did he know where Master Chen Xing had gone.
"My surname is Mo. In this Celestial Water Prefecture, I have a slight name not worth mentioning.
Young friend, I find you quite congenial. Being older, I dare to ask you to call me ’Second Uncle’."
Second Uncle?
So now we’re related?
Bai Qi was stunned, thinking about how this old man really knew how to take advantage of the situation.
Calling you ’Old Mo’ is already giving you face!
He felt a bit awkward to speak, so he pretended not to hear, intentionally changing the subject:
"Senior, do you have any old friendship with my family master?"
Mo Tian Sheng shook his head, apparently this Inheritance Hall’s master is some Four Cultivation Grandmaster named ’Chen Xing’.
He has been staying at the Sword Sect Mountain Gate for a long time, not knowing much about the outside situation.
Besides, a Four Cultivation Grandmaster who could dominate the County City actually holds little weight for the Dragon Sword, which masters the great void.
"In that case, do you know my master?"
Bai Qi probed again.
Mo Tian Sheng shook his head again, inwardly lamenting how such a talent was allowed to be taken away by a Martial Artist who couldn’t wield a sword.
It’s truly a waste!
Now falling behind others, it’s rather troublesome.
As a true disciple of the Sword Sect, a seat of the lineage, he couldn’t forcefully take a disciple, what kind of precedent would that set?
"Tsk, this old man... not easy to deal with."
Bai Qi also scratched his head, his two biggest backers didn’t impress the other party.
If he turns out to be an enemy, it will be troublesome then.
"How about we have a meal first? Wait for my master to return?"
Bai Qi found words to fill the gap.
"Sure, will the young friend personally cook?"
Mo Tian Sheng nodded repeatedly.
The future Little Daoist of the Sword Sect, cooking for him.
Another tale to tell!
"This old man certainly isn’t acting modestly."
Bai Qi’s mouth twitched, considering the principle of ’respecting the elderly’, plus the other showed no reaction to his aura, indicating his cultivation must not be poor.
As the saying goes, there are only three realms in the cultivation world.
Ant, Fellow Daoist, Senior.
This old man is a senior, so he mustn’t be slighted.
Thus, Bai Qi readily agreed, displaying good manners:
"As long as the senior doesn’t mind that my cooking skills are clumsy and hard to swallow.
Please wait here and enjoy some tea."
Mo Tian Sheng nodded slightly, sitting at ease, quietly pondering:
"Bai Qi’s culinary skills, hope it’s not like Senior Brother Kou?"
Though there is a sage’s edict that ’a gentleman stays away from the kitchen’.
Yet Kou Qiuyue was very interested in cooking, often leading junior brothers to cause havoc among the spirit creatures at the Mountain Gate.
However, unlike his exceptional talent in the Sword Dao.
This Kou Daozi’s cooking skill was a complete mess, almost like poison-making.
It’s said that the Sect Leader once had the so-called ’Grateful Apprentice Feast’ by Senior Brother Kou.
Almost suffered internal injuries, twitching endlessly like a stroke.
Since then, Senior Brother Kou became famous in one battle.
Besides Junior Brother Jiang, nobody else wished to taste his cooking again.
"Alas, the past cannot be chased back, decades passed in a flash. Thanks to Senior Brother Kou’s dishes, I poisoned quite a few strong foes during my worldly travels."
Mo Tian Sheng calmed his thoughts, after about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a sumptuous meal with three meat dishes and one vegetable was brought up.
The Inheritance Hall’s kitchen is seldom used, as the Master usually eats at home, and Xu Zirong, who is quite lavish, treats the Mandarin Duck Tower as a cafeteria.
Occasionally, for brewing medicinal soups or preparing ointments for the disciples, the kitchen fire would be ignited.
Bai Qi instructed a servant to purchase some ingredients from the restaurant across the street and personally cooked.
Conveniently, allowing his [Cooking] skill progress to increase a bit more.
"Tsk!"
Mo Tian Sheng looked at the dishes, inexplicably feeling they seemed to glow.
Everything was perfect in color, aroma, and taste!
"This Little Daoist, turns out also to be a culinary god?"
He put chopsticks to use like flying, thoroughly enjoying himself, thinking to himself: