Chapter 15: Cultivation

At this time, in the Marshal's Mansion in Qingshanai City, Marshal Hong was sitting alone on a wide wooden chair at the top of the living room in the huge living room. He leaned on the back of the chair, looked up at the ceiling, his eyes kept turning, and one hand was stroking his chin, deep in thought.

"The guards over there reported that Li Yan was called into the room by Ji Wenhe this morning. I guess he has officially become his disciple. The next step should be to start practicing." A voice came from a corner of the hall. That place was one of the four pillars in the hall that were so thick that one person could hug it. Looking carefully, there was an unusually sturdy man standing there. His body overlapped with the shadow of the pillar. He was not tall, and he was wearing a black robe, piled there like the chassis of the thick hall pillar.

"I was surprised that he didn't let this kid become his disciple immediately last night. With his seemingly worsening health now, he can still be so unhurried." Marshal Hong didn't look over there, still staring at the ceiling, but said so.

"Then, Senior Brother, can you tell whether he really can't suppress the poison in his body or he is just pretending?" said the man in black robe.

"It's probably true, whether it's the usual news from the guards or from his constant search for disciples in the past few years, it doesn't seem false. But even so, we have little chance of winning if we use force. His martial arts is the sum of our two combined, and even with his current state, he is still no match for him." Marshal Hong continued.

"Senior Brother, don't exaggerate. Although his martial arts have reached the highest level, firstly, the poison in his body needs a lot of internal force to suppress, and secondly, my two brothers have also stayed in the realm of top masters for more than ten years, and are only one step away from that realm. It may not be impossible for the two of us to capture him." The man in black robe said in a muffled voice.

"Brother, that is the last option. I am now thinking about how to start with that kid. His last disciple has never come out since he entered the military advisor's residence. It is difficult to have contact with him. He died in just over a month. Now, Brother, I am thinking, is he really practicing improperly? Or is his method really as he said, and those who do not have special physiques cannot practice it? If it is the latter, we are so troubled, and in the end, won't it be a waste of effort." Marshal Hong still looked at the ceiling, frowning.

"Brother, there is no method that cannot be practiced in the world. Even poisonous and evil methods can be practiced by those who have them. There is only suitability, not incompatibility, not whether they can be practiced. I have never heard of any requirements for the physique of the internal energy. Take the low-level to high-level mental methods of our sect. If given to disciples, which one can't practice it? It's just that the speed of progress is different." The man in the black robe also frowned and said.

"What you said is exactly why I don't want to give up. Even if it is the evil martial arts, if we want to practice it, it is not impossible. It's just a question of whether it is worth it. His excuse is probably the reason why he doesn't want to spread it. But what is so special about Li Yan and the last disciple? I used my internal force to measure the meridians of this kid in the military training ground yesterday. It was very ordinary, even worse than many young men in the army. But he was selected from hundreds of thousands of people for several years. This is what I can't figure out." The hall fell into silence again. After a moment, he turned to the black-robed man and said, "Brother, no matter what he bases his decision on, or what he does, he will teach the people he accepts some methods. What we need to do is to try our best to get in touch with Li Yan, and then get these methods from him. With your and my perspective, we can see some clues from these methods anyway, and then we can make further plans."

After a period of silence in the corner of the hall, footsteps gradually rose and slowly faded away. Marshal Hong was still sitting in the wide chair in silence. The hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

In the evening, in Daqing Mountain, Chang Bo and his son Li Wei from Lijia Village returned from the fields as usual. Although the harvest in the fields was a foregone conclusion after the locust plague, some of it was retained. The feelings of farmers for food are like those of a loving mother and a wandering child. Every grain is hard-earned, which is not something that those masters can understand. Every family in the village still has to cultivate their own fields every day to maintain the few remaining fruits.

Chang Bo always comes back early before dusk when it is still light. When he gets home, his wife and fourth daughter will prepare a simple dinner. They have to finish dinner before dark, so as not to have to light the oil lamp for a long time after dark. Life has been difficult in recent years, and the money for lamp oil must be saved.

Since Li Yan left yesterday, the atmosphere at home has been depressing. "His father, the village chief should be back today, right?" Li Yan's mother looked at the other people eating the sweet potatoes in their bowls bit by bit, but she herself did not move her chopsticks. At this time, she asked her husband with a miserable face.

"I wonder why you are so nagging, wife? You have been asking me questions since yesterday afternoon. I have told you so many times that it will take at least two days to go back and forth. This is because the matter has been handled smoothly. You can eat your meal in peace." Li Yan's father raised his head, his face was also impatient and bored, and he knocked on the edge of the bowl with chopsticks, making a "ding

ding" sound.

"You went to the fields so early in the morning, and you came back after a day to say these few words. Why do you keep asking me questions?" Li Yan's mother muttered in a low voice.

Li Wei looked at Li Xiaozhu, who happened to be looking at him. At first, they wanted to ask a few questions, but seeing this, they dared not say more. In fact, they knew that even if they asked, their father would not know. They just felt that it was useless. If they talked more, they would feel better.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door, and a loud voice came in, "Chang Bo, I'm back, I'm back, haha". Upon hearing this voice, everyone in the house was refreshed. This was Li Guoxin's voice. Suddenly, the tables, chairs, benches, bowls and chopsticks made a mess, and several people rushed out of the house.

Looking at the overturned stools, chairs, chopsticks thrown on the table, and the sweet potatoes left in the bowl after eating a few bites, Li Yan's mother looked at the three crazy figures and spat, "Dead goods, aren't you in a hurry? It's time to reincarnate." Then she stood up and walked out of the house in a hurry.

Outside the house, Li Guoxin was walking towards Li Yan's house, followed by a group of children and several villagers. Before he reached the door, he saw three figures running out of the house. Looking closely, it was Chang Bo and his two children, followed by Li Yan's mother who was also in a hurry. Chang Bo saw Li Guoxin and quickly stood still. Li Wei and Li Xiaozhu also came forward. Chang Bo took a breath, then smiled and said, "Guoxin, you are back! Come in and have some water, and talk slowly."

Li Guoxin looked at Chang Bo's face that was trying to be calm, but his eyes were full of anxiety. He couldn't help laughing again and said, "Haha, Chang Bo, I won't go in. I just entered the village and the carriage is still tied in front. Li Yu and Li Shan haven't gone to their homes yet, so I came to your place first. After talking to you, I have to go to their homes to report the news."

When Chang Bo heard it, he nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay." Then he and Li Wei looked at Li Guoxin expectantly.

At this time, Li Guoxin was patting several children from the village who were playing around him, "Go, go, go, go back quickly and ask the adults at home to go to my house later and take back the things they want." A group of children left happily after hearing "Oh, oh", some ran home, and some ran to the villagers who came with them. The villagers who met at the head of the village were standing by with their arms or patting their children's heads with interest, listening to the news brought back by the village chief from the city.

Li Guoxin waited

These children left and turned to look at Li Yan's family, who were already forcing a smile and were not easy to urge. Li Guoxin's face was serious and he said, "Uncle Chang, I haven't gone to their two homes first, but I came to you first, but I have great news to tell you."

"Oh, Uncle Guoxin, what's the good news?" Li Wei interrupted, and the other three looked at Li Guoxin with nervousness and expectation. Several villagers around also asked their children to stop playing and walked closer to form a small circle.

Seeing this, Li Guoxin stopped keeping the secret and said, "Changbo, the Feng Shui of your ancestral tomb seems to be very good. Who knows if Li Yan will enter the city to fight the Guards this time?" Li Guoxin then told them everything that happened in the city, and added some stories and backgrounds of the military division in the middle, so that they would know the origin of the person Li Yan worshipped.

While he was talking, many villagers came from the surrounding area. When they heard this, they were stunned at first, and then there was a bang, and all kinds of voices were constantly discussing. Changbo's family was already standing there in disbelief. Li Yan actually worshipped as a disciple of a man who was more famous than Marshal Hong. Does the military division really have such ability? But seeing Li Guoxin's confident look, everyone chose to believe it. People in the mountains have little experience. The village chief is already the highest official. Occasionally, when a small official comes to the town, he feels like an emperor. Similarly, people in the mountains are simple and always believe in the words of the village chief.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God" Li Yan's mother murmured in the crowd, as if she was in a dream. After Chang Bo stood there in a daze, two lines of tears burst out of his eyes.

In the military advisor's mansion, Li Yan's door has been closed since lunch at noon, and a small black wooden sign is hung on the door handle.

After lunch, Li Yan did not choose the empty room next to him as a practice room. He felt that it was good to be in his own room. He hung the black wooden sign and closed the door. He pulled out a chair, sat at the table, picked up the little wooden man, and carefully thought about the "breath guidance technique" route in his mind, and then carefully confirmed the direction of these routes with the little wooden man. At the same time, he recalled the mental formula again in his mind. He didn't want to end up like that senior brother.

Just like that, after about an incense stick of time, he put down the little wooden man, sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, and began to practice according to the formula. However, he decided in his heart that if he found something wrong, he would stop practicing immediately.

What he didn't know was that the practice he started today would change the trajectory of his life, and he would embark on the long road of seeking from then on.