Chapter Eleven: Beginner's Organ Techniques

  "Alright, you're willing to go out with me? Of course, that's great!" If Zhang Rui wasn't willing, then he'd be an idiot. With a knowledge base of several hundred years, it was truly a rare find. Although he didn't understand what the Book Spirit said, Zhang Rui had still heard of Mozi's great name.

  Mozi as the first great master of Mohism, is a mighty god who can turn his hand into clouds and cover it with rain. If I could possess just a thread of his divine power, its might... In no time at all, I would be promoted and get a raise, become the general manager, take on the role of CEO, marry a beautiful rich woman, and reach the pinnacle of life. Now that I think about it, it's still a bit exciting.

  Shu Ling saw Zhang Rui nod in agreement, and didn't say much. He first looked around the space again, after all, it had been here for hundreds of years. Then he muttered some sort of incantation, and the entire space's light converged into a single point, making the whole space seem much darker. This point grew brighter and brighter, until Zhang Rui couldn't open his eyes, then slowly flew towards him, entering between his eyebrows, and finally settled in his mind.

  Zhang Rui only felt that his whole body was very comfortable, just like when it's hot outside and the air conditioner is on, or when it's cold and the heater is on. A gentle coolness spread through his mind, making him feel even more alert. Zhang Rui felt that he had never been so comfortable before, and without realizing it, he slowly closed his eyes to savor this feeling.

  Also didn't know how long had passed, in the brain no longer had any feeling, just like doing a dream, Zhang Rui opened his eyes. The whole space changed, Zhang Rui had returned to the house, Guo Jia and Xi Zhi two brothers still slept like dead pigs. That "Mozi" was also quietly lying on the table. Zhang Rui touched himself, seemingly nothing special had happened. Was it just a dream he had just now?

  "Stupid kid, what are you thinking?" Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind. It was real, it was really her. Zhang Rui almost burst into happy tears upon hearing Shu Ling's voice, she was still there, it was great.

  "Shu Ling, I thought it was just a dream! Fortunately, it was real. I love you so much... haha... What do you think I should do to cultivate my spiritual power?" Zhang Rui, still basking in happiness, had not forgotten that he still couldn't refine his Qi.

  "It's not that simple, you hold onto Yuan One, relax your mind. Right, just like this, enter a meditative state..." Zhang Rui slowly entered the state under Shu Ling's guidance, and gradually, he felt a thread of dark blue energy tracing his running route on the Dragon's Wing, starting to run.

  It started slowly, and it wasn't until after a week that the speed gradually increased, getting faster and faster in an infinite loop. The dark green light spots inside the house followed Zhang Rui's brow into his body.

  It's unknown how many cycles have passed, but Zhang Rui only felt that the thread of divine power within him had grown stronger. Slowly guiding it back into his mind, Zhang Rui suddenly opened his eyes, and two dazzling black lights flashed severely before him.

  The sky had already brightened, and he had been lost in thought for a whole night. Zhang Rui thought of a phrase: Cultivation knows no age, what's precious is persistence. He still has a long way to go. Zhang Rui began to look forward to what Old Man Mo Yan would teach him today.

  Waking up the two brothers, they hastily had breakfast, and Zhang Rui started sprinting towards the back mountain at a speed of 100 meters. After meditating for a night, Zhang Rui felt refreshed and clear-headed, with bright eyes. The result of this meditation was quite good.

  Not long after waiting at the back hill, Mo Yan this old man slowly walked up.

  "Good morning, sir. This is the book you gave me last night and I've already mastered it. What are we going to learn today?" Zhang Rui asked eagerly.

  "As I was about to tell you, I left in a hurry last night and forgot to tell you the outline of Mo Jia's heart method. This book can only be used with this password to find the outline." He took out a string of passwords.

  Zhang Rui's hair was a mess of black threads. Damn it, no wonder he couldn't find the outline last night after racking his brains. Is this how Mr. is supposed to be a role model?

  "Master, I have grasped the overall framework of Mohism and cultivated my Qi. Let's start learning something else."

  "My affairs, and yours as a Saint's vessel, don't tell anyone, including the gentleman in front of you. If some old freaks find out that you're a Saint's vessel, they won't take you away for research?" Shu Ling reminded aloud.

  This matter really reminded Zhang Rui, now Zhang Rui truly believed that perhaps there are gods in this world. What if the old monster is still alive? He must study himself, relying on his current abilities, he can't even protect himself.

  "Sir, the thread of energy in my mind last night actually started circulating along a fixed route. I don't know how long it circulated for, but I could clearly feel that this thread of energy had grown stronger by several degrees."

  "I didn't expect you to have such an extraordinary encounter, which allowed you to cultivate your Qi. Alright, since I won't be staying at the Yingchuan Academy for much longer, today I'll teach you some simple mechanical techniques."

  Mo Yan did not dwell on Zhang Rui's self-cultivation, encouraging him to practice more and then threw down a copy of "Mechanism Technique Introduction" after briefly introducing a few key points before leaving.

  Zhang Rui gave Mo Yan a middle finger from afar, such an irresponsible man is really a rare find. Last time he threw himself a book and left, then forgot to tell himself the password. Today he threw another book at himself, is this supposed to be self-study?

  Oh my god, this Mr. is really easy-going, still using a tattered old book, isn't he letting himself study on his own? With infinite disdain for Old Mo Yan, Zhang Rui flipped open the first page. On it was written:

  To practice this skill, one must first chop wood.

  Cut down trees and then learn from them.

  All logging techniques require holding on.

  The combination of meridians forms this technique.

  Who wrote this comment, and even came up with a tongue twister, thinking they did a great job? Let Zhang Rui have the feeling of practicing the Peony Whirlwind Scripture, thinking about the evil Peony Whirlwind Scripture in later generations: To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself. Even if you castrate yourself, you may not succeed. If you don't castrate yourself, you can still succeed. Zhang Rui couldn't help but shudder at the thought.

  Alas, Old Man Mo Yan, who was in high spirits, almost stumbled and fell, but continued on down the mountain road.

  This tongue twister is simple, just take a look and you'll understand what it means. Isn't it telling yourself that to master the art of machinery, you need two skills: woodworking and arithmetic? This arithmetic won't be difficult for Zhang Rui, but this chopping wood, carving and other carpentry work is something that Zhang Rui, who has been doing it for two lifetimes, really doesn't know how to do.

  Everything starts with difficulty, if you don't know how to do it, you can learn. Isn't it just a simple design combination? Come on, with my IQ, what can't I learn? Zhang Rui said he would do it, so he went to the Mountain Down Academy, borrowed an axe, saw and other tools, and started his own woodcutting journey.