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The water of the lake is as clear as a mirror, and the stones in the water are clearly visible. A lotus stands tall and graceful above it, as if carved from white jade. The sky is as dark blue as a wash, and a bright moon hangs above it.

One foot above the lotus, a ball of white light is suspended quietly. The white light is soft and round, jumping gently like a flame, as if it contains life.

Li Muchan was overjoyed and his mind was attached to this white light.

The severe pain disappeared suddenly, and the body seemed to be in another place, becoming light and agile, and the melting warmth enveloped itself, feeling comfortable and wonderful.

The feeling at this moment was familiar yet strange. He suddenly remembered that this was the feeling of being in the mother's womb.

He was reincarnated, and his mind existed in his mother's body. However, the mother's womb in which he was born was not this mother, but someone else.

Regarding his life experience, he has always pretended not to know. When he was picked up by his mother, he was only one year old and could not remember anything.

Although he was picked up, his mother, Mrs. Qin, doted on him even more, as if his eldest brother and second sister were picked up. He was grateful and was very close to Mrs. Qin, far better than an ordinary mother and son.

Compared to his biological parents who had died long ago, he felt closer to his current parents.

Immersed in this wonderful feeling, he didn't know the passage of time. When he woke up, the room was already bright, the window paper was illuminated by the sun, and it was quiet and peaceful.

He gathered his thoughts, got up and took off his seat. The pictures in his mind disappeared, but the comfortable and soft feeling remained, and his mood was particularly clear.

He opened the door, walked out of the main room, and stepped into the courtyard.

The bright sunshine shines on the small courtyard, the bamboo forest is rustling in the west, the flower beds in the east are in full bloom, the fragrance of flowers is lingering, and the chirping of birds can be heard in my ears.

He stretched out comfortably and groaned.

"Uncle, are you awake?" Zhao Yiyi came out of the west wing.

Her hair on the temples was pulled up neatly and neatly. She wore a blue and white cloth jacket on her upper body and a lake green skirt on her lower body. Her waist became more and more slender and her figure was slim.

"Sister-in-law, where are dad and mom?" Li Muchan asked with a smile.

Zhao Yiyi said: "We have all gone to Li Jian's house to help. Are you hungry?"

"Alas... Li Jian got married, but he and his wife were exhausted!" Li Muchan smiled and shook his head, saying, "Have they had dinner?"

Zhao Yiyi nodded, taking it seriously, pursed her lips and smiled softly: "My parents went to Li Jian's house to eat... they said that seeing Li Jian get married, they will treat you as getting married, so they are very dedicated."

"Okay, then let's eat." Li Muchan nodded.

After he washed his face and tidied up, he arrived at the main room and the food was already laid out.

The breakfast was very sumptuous, including the four dishes he brought back last night, plus two side dishes to go with wine. Zhao Yiyi poured him a glass of home-brewed rice wine, and she herself had millet porridge.

Zhao Yiyi's movements were light, neat, and her posture was graceful. She poured the wine and sat down opposite Li Muchan. Seeing him holding chopsticks in his left hand, she smiled and said, "Uncle, do you want me to help you?"

Li Muchan shook his chopsticks and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I have to practice my left hand."

As soon as he picked up the chopsticks, he felt different. He seemed to be more flexible. He improved a lot overnight. Although he couldn't do it as well as his right hand, he was still fluent. At first glance, others would think that he was left-handed.

Zhao Yiyi smiled and said: "My uncle is so smart that he can use his left hand so quickly."

"Haha..." Li Muchan smiled, he was also surprised.

Could it be that when he had a thought, it was because he was observing the heavens and the gods illuminating the scriptures?

Because of his flexible hands and feet, he ate much faster. The two chatted and ate at the same time. After finishing quickly, Zhao Yiyi put away the dishes and started cleaning the courtyard.

Li Muchan went back to the house, took out his sword, and went to practice in front of the bamboo forest to the west.

In the morning, his father, Li Zhuzhu, used to sweep the yard first, then practice Tai Chi, and then play with flowers and plants, and then it was time to eat.

The yard was not swept, obviously not because I was busy walking, but because I was afraid of disturbing myself.

Zhao Yiyi was wearing an apron and sweeping the yard with a broom, not sparing every corner. She was very busy.

He stood in front of the small bamboo forest, holding the Qingfeng sword in his left hand, his eyes focused on the tip of the sword, his expression solemn, and after a moment, he slowly thrust out a sword.

With this sword, he devoted all his energy and concentrated all his strength on the sword. After the sword was passed, he concentrated for a moment before thrusting out another sword.

The first two swords moved slowly, then became faster and faster, and the air was stabbed with a hissing sound.

Under the bright sunshine, the sword light continued to expand, illuminating his serious face and clear eyes.

It was the first time Zhao Yiyi saw him practicing swordsmanship. She was very curious and did not disturb him. She only glanced up from time to time and kept working on her hands.

She worked quickly and quickly cleaned up the yard. She went to the kitchen and took out a round paper box with a thick waist and two feet high. She entered a small room on the west side.

The hut is adjacent to her house and contains food and some sundries.

In the center of the room is a stone mill with two millstones stacked on top of each other for grinding flour. The cornmeal we usually eat is ground here.

She poured a scoop of corn into the round hole in the middle and pushed it, but it couldn't be pushed. She pushed with all her strength, but the millstone was stable and did not move.

She had no choice but to go out and stand not far behind Li Muchan, trying to find a chance to talk to him.

Although Li Muchan was attentive, his senses were sharp and he immediately noticed her gaze. He stopped his sword and turned around to look: "Sister-in-law, what's wrong?"

Zhao Yiyi said sheepishly: "Uncle, the stone mill can't be pushed anymore."

Li Muchan sheathed his sword, hung it on a bamboo branch, strode into the hut, grabbed the wooden handle with his left hand and pushed it without moving.

He didn't dare to use too much force for fear of breaking the wooden handle, so he lowered his head and looked into the gap. The two grinding stones fit together perfectly, and there was no difference.

He put his left hand into the round hole in the middle, and with a push of his arm, the grindstone was lifted up. He took a look and smiled and said, "Why did a stone get in?"

Zhao Yiyi hurriedly took away the pebbles mixed in the corn, and Li Muchan put down the grindstone steadily, pushed it, and pushed it.

He smiled and said, "If you want to grind noodles, I'll help you."

Zhao Yiyi hurriedly shook her head: "No, I'll just take my time. Your practice is a big deal, so don't delay."

Li Muchan smiled and said: "It won't take much effort, I just have a rest."

After that, he pushed it straight away.

He strode at great speed, and the heavy millstone was as light as nothing. Zhao Yiyi hurriedly recovered, caught the bottom of the carton, and poured another scoop of corn into it.

The hut was small and somewhat stuffy, with a faint aroma of corn lingering around. As the stone mill rotated, the cornmeal fell, and in a short time, the cornmeal filled the carton.

Zhao Yiyi bent over and watched, fearing that the cornmeal would spill outside.

Li Muchan saw that her fair forehead was covered with sweat, she was panting lightly, and she was a little labored. He smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, you are too weak!"

He hurriedly looked away from her fair pink neck, feeling surprised that he had an inexplicable urge to hug his sister-in-law into his arms.

As soon as this impulse came out, he was startled and felt something was wrong.

Since he succeeded in cultivation, his concentration has become deeper and deeper, his mind is as calm as lake water, and there are no waves. Although he feels beautiful about women, he can restrain his physical impulses because he has practiced the White Bone Contemplation and the Impure Contemplation.

Now, this impulse has broken out of restraint, which is absolutely unusual.

Zhao Yiyi sighed: "My body is naturally weak. Since I was a child, I have hired many good doctors and taken a lot of medicine to treat it, but it doesn't work."

Li Muchan nodded. He was born with a weak constitution and it was really troublesome. He thought about it and said, "Let's do this. I'll teach you a method. You can try it."

"What can I do?" Zhao Yiyi carried the carton and walked out.

Li Muchan followed behind and said with a smile: "I have learned a breathing technique, which is the best way to strengthen your physical fitness."

"I'm very stupid, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn." Zhao Yiyi laughed.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "It's very simple. With my sister-in-law's cleverness, I can learn it in one go!"

When she put the cornmeal back into the kitchen, she came out with a look of surprise on her charming face.

A bed was placed in the center of the courtyard, with things lying horizontally, and it was directly illuminated by the sun.

There was a mat on the bed, with two futons placed on it. Sitting on one futon was Li Muchan, his head shining in the sunlight.

"Brother-in-law, what are you..." Zhao Yiyi asked with a smile. The uncle was acting strangely. In a short time, he actually moved out the bed. Thanks to his immense strength.

"Sister-in-law, come and sit down." Li Muchan pointed to the futon opposite.

Zhao Yiyi smiled and said, "You really want to teach me some breathing techniques?"

Li Muchan nodded: "Yes,... practicing this should be effective. Your body is too weak, and if you don't take care of it early, it will damage your longevity."

Zhao Yiyi hesitated for a moment and nodded lightly.

She first went to open the courtyard door, opened it, then took off her shoes and got on the bed, and sat down cross-legged like Li Muchan, one meter apart, facing each other.

"Turn your back to me." Li Muchan smiled and made a semicircle with his left hand. From such a close distance, he could smell the faint fragrance of her body.

Zhao Yiyi smiled and turned around, her fair and smooth face already slightly red.

Li Muchan began to explain how to regulate the body, how to regulate the breath, and how to breathe in and out. He explained it clearly and simply, making it seem very easy to do.

Zhao Yiyi turned her back to him and listened attentively. She was smart and remembered it as soon as she heard it, and then started to do it.

She began to regulate her breathing and learn to breathe in and out. Li Muchan slowly stretched out his left palm and put it against her back. A soft and greasy feeling suddenly came from his palm.

It was early summer, and she was only wearing a thin short coat, with her palms and back touching each other, almost like skin to skin.

Zhao Yiyi's body suddenly tensed up, and a delicate blush spread from her face to her neck, and then continued to spread.

Li Muchan said warmly: "Sister-in-law, relax, let me take a look at your meridians."

As he said that, he drew a ray of internal energy from her Dantian and slowly passed through it. The internal energy was like a thread, and he wanted to see the condition of her body and how her meridians were.

As his Zen skills improved, his inner vision became clearer and clearer, and his senses became more acute.
To be continued...