Reciting silently in his mouth, Zheng Haotian returned home without squinting and absent-mindedly.
Zheng Chenglian looked at his son who suddenly turned into a silly goose inexplicably, wondering what he was doing.
"Haotian, you went out to practice a lot longer than usual today." He asked tentatively.
Zheng Haotian said subconsciously: "I have learned the secret of cultivating true energy."
Zheng Chenglian let out a light sigh, and a trace of worry flashed between his eyebrows. Although he was not even a hunter, he was still quite clear about the difference between a hunter and a hunter.
Moreover, he knew that cultivating Qi was not an easy task, and if something was done carelessly, the consequences would often be unimaginable.
After hesitating for a moment, he said: "Did the village chief take the initiative to teach it?"
"Yes, Uncle Yu said, I have the qualifications."
Zheng Chenglian felt relieved. His only worry was that Zheng Haotian was pestering his two good friends, Yu Weihua and Lin Ting, to learn the secret techniques of Qi cultivation. But since it was approved by Yu Jiansheng, he was not worried at all.
Naturally, it flew away to the sky.
Decades of interaction with Yu Jiansheng made him know that the village chief is a calm person. If he was not absolutely sure, he would never teach Zheng Haotian the secret technique of cultivating Qi.
Gently patting his son's shoulder, Zheng Chenglian encouraged: "Haotian, since the village chief thinks you can cultivate Qi, you should work harder and don't let him down."
Zheng Haotian nodded heavily, the desire in his heart being stronger than his father's expectations.
Zheng Chenglian showed a satisfied smile and said: "People are iron, and rice is steel. No matter how hard you work, go and eat the food for me first. Also, remember to balance work and rest, and don't forget the homework assigned every day."
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A bright smile flashed across Zheng Haotian's face, and he said: "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely pass on your craftsmanship."
Although Zheng Chenglian nodded, there was an unspeakable worry in his heart. If his son really became a hunter one day, would he still play with the wood and pass on his skills?
Zheng Haotian came to the kitchen and swallowed the food prepared by his father. However, he came to the room, took out his pen and ink, and began to draw.
In just a moment, dozens of different animals and plants appeared vividly on the paper.
These things are the animals and plants introduced in the first book of the family heirloom. Although Zheng Haotian has never seen any of them, under the supervision of his father, he has been able to draw skillfully and recite the complete introduction.
Out.
After finishing the painting, he spread out a piece of paper again and began to draw ghostly symbols on it.
The things he drew were extremely complicated, circle after circle, line after line, and all the strokes were completed in one go. During the whole process, the pen tip never left the top of the paper.
"Well done." Zheng Chenglian, who was standing at the door watching, praised in a low voice.
Zheng Haotian looked up and showed a simple and honest smile. Then, he continued to lower his head and started a new ghost painting.
Slowly closing the door, Zheng Chenglian was completely relieved about his son.
The ghost-drawing talismans that Zheng Haotian just drew are the techniques that need to be mastered in the talisman art in the third book. When Zheng Chenglian was young, he tried it many times, but for some reason, he never completed it in one go.
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Among these ghostly symbols that he couldn't understand at all, there seemed to be a magical power obstructing them, and there was nothing he could do about it.
However, all these surprises did not happen to his son. Zheng Haotian was able to complete all the complex ghost-drawing talismans in one stroke with ease. No matter how complicated and mysterious the strokes on the talismans were, it seemed that Zheng Haotian could not escape him.
Sometimes Zheng Chenglian even suspected that if he really had special paper in his hands that could make a talisman, then Zheng Haotian might be able to complete a real talisman.
Of course, this is all just his imagination. Let alone whether the legendary paper exists. Even if it is given to Zheng Haotian, he will most likely not be able to complete it.
In the room, Zheng Haotian carefully completed each talisman one stroke at a time.
After half an hour, he put down his pen and took a long breath. Instead of feeling any fatigue, he was in high spirits and seemed to have inexhaustible energy all over his body.
Looking at the things on the table, he shook his head regretfully. These things were all real ghost drawings. Although there was no difference between what he drew and what was written in the book, it was not as magical as what was recorded in the book.
Strength. If he hadn't unexpectedly discovered that every time he drew a ghost charm, he would feel refreshed, and he wouldn't have concentrated on practicing hard at all.
However, practicing at this point every day is the best. If he continues to practice, this inexplicably invigorated spirit will quickly fade away, so he stopped drawing the ghost charms when it was enough.
He opened the door and handed all the animal and plant patterns and ghost drawings he had drawn to his father.
Zheng Chenglian read them one by one and nodded with satisfaction. In fact, he could still recognize the patterns of animals and plants, but he didn't know much about his son's ghostly drawings.
That thing seemed to have a kind of magical power that frightened him, and he didn't dare to touch it easily.
However, in front of his son, he acted as if he was fully aware of the old god's presence.
"Haotian, your paintings are getting better and better, please continue to work hard in the future."
Zheng Haotian nodded excitedly. Children are always very happy when adults praise them. He turned around, picked up the hammer, walked outside, and started hammering.
During this year, under his father's selfless guidance, he has mastered various basic skills of carpentry.
Perhaps because of his great strength and martial arts training, he also showed great talent when learning carpenter skills. Although a year was not long, he was able to master the furniture and weapons in his hands.
The quality is already faintly close to that of his father.
This made Zheng Chenglian full of emotions. The Zheng family has a saying that has been passed down from one generation to the next.
Only those who practice martial arts can truly bring out all the skills of the Zheng family's carpentry skills. Zheng Chenglian never believed it before, but now after seeing Zheng Haotian's learning speed, he has no doubts anymore.
However, the real martial arts practitioners are at least geniuses who can be promoted to hunters in the future. How can they be willing to condescend to learn carpentry work? If Zheng Haotian was not his son, I am afraid that he might not be willing to transfer this skill to him.
The craftsmanship has been passed down.
He shook his head, gathered up all the papers in his hand, went to the stove, stuffed them in, and burned them all.
Nothing in the ancestral precepts or heirlooms can be passed on to others. Naturally, he must abide by the ancestral precepts.
Although it was a pity to burn these papers for nothing, these losses were still within the range that Carpenter Zheng could bear.
An hour later, Zheng Haotian put down the tools in his hands, looked at the chair he had made, and nodded with satisfaction. Today's learning tasks have been completed, and the remaining time is completely at his own discretion.
If it were normal time, he would go boxing, or continue to make some furniture, weapons, etc. Otherwise, reading the contents of the family heirloom is also a good choice.
However, today he didn't have any thoughts, because what was lingering in his mind was the method of cultivating Qi.
According to Uncle Cun Yu, as long as you have enough physical fitness and practice seriously according to the methods he taught, you will be able to feel a sense of Qi in about three months to half a year, and you will be able to truly practice in about a year.
A trace of true energy was born.
This is the case for Yu Weihua and Lin Ting. They both received the inheritance when they were thirteen years old, and after about a year of hard training, they had the first trace of true energy.
Although this ray of true energy is still far away from being used in battle, it is of great benefit to one's own physique.
He shook his head, walked into his room, closed the door gently, and then sat cross-legged on the bed.
Repeatedly recalling the words taught by Yu Jiansheng in my mind, focusing my thoughts on Dantian, I can slowly generate a sense of Qi, and finally form true Qi.
Concentrate your thoughts...
Most people are often unable to concentrate when they first try. But Zheng Haotian is different. He is thinking in his heart. In just a moment, he has completely abandoned his distracting thoughts and concentrated his thoughts on the Dantian under his lower abdomen.
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This is not because of how outstanding his talent is, but because he has been continuously working on ghost-drawing talismans over the past year.
These ghost drawings may seem simple, but they are by no means easy to complete.
When completing those complicated strokes in one go, you must concentrate all your thoughts.
At that moment, Zheng Haotian's spirit was absolutely concentrated a hundred times, with no distracting thoughts in his mind. If not, he would not have been able to perfectly express those ghostly symbols.
It was precisely because his father Zheng Chenglian was unable to do this that even after studying for decades, he was still unable to master this aspect and could not even complete a complete ghost painting.
Therefore, although it was Zheng Haotian's first time to practice Qi training, he had been meditating for about a year. The most difficult level of martial arts training, concentration of thoughts, had been passed by him unknowingly.
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