Chapter 717

"Master, these two techniques..."

"The 'Tongue Consciousness Method' gains trust; the 'Consciousness Method' breaks delusions." The old monk was concise.

Woo— woo— woo—

The copper kettle turned red, and boiling steam emerged from the spout.

Scarface grabbed a damp cloth, lifted the kettle to pour tea, and water mist swirled around.

Good stuff!

Liang Qu was extremely delighted.

After one trip to the capital, the "Consciousness-Only Method" had yielded more techniques!

He sat cross-legged on the cushion, holding the drafts, and devoted himself tirelessly to studying them. When he encountered something he didn't understand, he asked on the spot to get it clear, then combined it with the summary the old monk gave him, quickly grasping the mysterious functions of the two techniques.

The so-called "Tongue Consciousness Method" was related to speaking, enabling the practitioner's words to be more convincing to others!

In other words.

Originally, if he said something, the other party would be half-believing, but with the "Tongue Consciousness Method" blessing, they could be seven or eight parts convinced!

A tongue that blossoms with golden lotuses!

Only one point needed attention.

If it were the truth, even if the other party were a Wu Sheng, they would be unable to detect the influence of the technique.

But if he made up lies to convince people, it was possible that someone with a realm far higher than his own would detect the technique's influence, resulting in the opposite effect.

It sounded useless, but the actual situation was the exact opposite.

"Spring and Autumn brushwork" could also be the truth!

When encountering a strategist, it was definitely an incredible technique, and for Liang Qu, it also had great use, having miraculous effects at critical moments.

As for the "Consciousness Method," its effect was relatively simple: breaking delusions, breaking falsehoods, and integrating the five senses—ear, eye, nose, tongue, and body—so as not to be disturbed by hallucinations or strong inner obsessions.

It wasn't about eliminating obsessions, but about not being disturbed by them.

As for the specific difference, Liang Qu didn't quite understand for the moment; in short, good things in the "Consciousness-Only Method" were worth learning.

He restrained his joy.

"Master, have you gained anything from your cultivation?"

"I do not know."

"You do not know?"

"Perhaps there is, perhaps there is not."

Liang Qu scratched his temple.

As someone in the midst of cultivation, he could understand the old monk's meaning.

There was likely a harvest, but he didn't know if this harvest could be fed back into his own cultivation.

Cultivation was just like this.

Four Gates and Seven Daos.

In the early stages, there were many people "taking the test," and there was still a straight path. After generations of geniuses and ordinary people experimenting, it could almost be called a standard answer, suitable for both refined and popular tastes, with an extremely high degree of adaptability.

Just like breaking the theme, inheriting the theme, starting the lecture, and beginning in the imperial examinations—applying it, it was fast, stable, and wouldn't go astray.

But from Hunting Tiger to Perfected Form, the entire template for taking the test began to blur.

There were paths, and the side paths led in all directions.

Some were shortcuts, some were rugged, and some were smooth roads.

One could still break the theme first, or start first and then break the theme; it wasn't necessarily wrong, and the essay produced could even be more pleasing to the eye than others'.

In the realization of cultivation, perhaps someone walked a bit of every path, only to find in the end that none of them were the path they truly wanted to walk, and the gains were all wasted effort.

Yet the path has no end, while people have limits.

Cultivating to this point, even a Wu Sheng could not flatly deny that someone's cultivation path was wrong.

Entering the Dragon realm from Perfected Form was indeed not an easy task.

He put away the drafts.

Liang Qu didn't leave; he coughed twice: "Master, I'm out of small orders..."

"Come get them tomorrow."

"Many thanks, Master!"

Study room.

Tatta Kai added water and ground the ink.

Long Binglin had gone to the Dragon-man tribe, and Liang Qu didn't know what he was doing. Liang Qu sought out Long Eying, Long Yao, and Long Li, asking them to help transcribe twelve copies of each of the two consciousness methods, as well as three copies of each of the other consciousness methods.

He himself wrote another letter to the Prince of Yue, stating the situation.

If possible, he quite hoped the Prince of Yue's teacher could send another jade tablet.

The Wu Sheng jade tablet and the old monk's small orders were all used up, and his sense of security had plummeted.

Ning Gongcai had nearly dispersed the vortex Liang Qu created with one hand, which truly left him with psychological trauma. If Ning Gongcai's upper body had been a bit more complete that day, making it easier to exert force, the vortex would have dispersed on the spot.

The brush rubbed against the paper.

Long Yao and Long Li buried their heads in copying.

"This technique... is so mysterious; it would be better if the Elder did not pass it on easily."

Long Eying's wrist turned, and she stopped writing halfway through.

Long Yao and Long Li's realms were too low; they just buried their heads in copying without understanding any mysterious sect techniques, but she could see some clues.

It was clearly a martial art, yet it had some supernatural effects; it was likely created by a Wu Sheng, and not an ordinary Wu Sheng, but one with great insight and great awakening.

"No matter, you can just copy it with peace of mind. I've hated copying since I was a child; I can memorize, but you must never make me copy." Liang Qu wrote the letter fluently and picked out the "Nose Consciousness Method" to hand over.

"Back on Mount Lushan in Huangzhou, you were worried that the lotus seed soup was poisoned. I said I would know as soon as I smelled it, and I even promised to teach you, but I didn't find an opportunity and later accidentally forgot.

Today, I've obtained two more methods, so it's just right to let you learn them together. I'm having twelve copies made, one for each person in my sect, and one for you and Binglin each."

Long Eying didn't expect Liang Qu to really have kept it in mind.

"Many thanks, Elder."

"Small matter. I'm still looking for an opportunity to let you or Binglin become a Jiang Zongshi, but unfortunately, I don't have any Long Qi on hand; perhaps I'll have to wait two months."

"The Elder has Long Qi on hand?"

Before he could answer.

"Elder!"

"Binglin? Why did you return so quickly? And this is... Yanrui? Pingjiang, Pinghe, you've come too?" Liang Qu stood up.

Long Binglin was followed by three Dragon-men.

Pingjiang and Pinghe went without saying—the only two Dragon-men under his command—but Long Yanrui had never come to shore before; a rare guest indeed.

"Fourth Elder!" Long Yanrui glanced at the small Shenlong dancing in the air, withdrew his gaze, and knelt on one knee.

"Eh, get up, get up quickly. Why are you kneeling for no reason?"

"I have already heard from Brother Binglin about the Elder's encounter with the Ghost Mother Sect Jiang Zongshi upon returning home. The First Elder and Second Elder specially sent me to protect the Fourth Elder. I hope the Elder was not frightened!"

"There's no need for that. The Dragon-man tribe also needs you. In another two months, one of Binglin or Eying will also be able to become a Jiang Zongshi."

Long Yanrui was stunned: "Then I will leave after two months."

"The Elder has Long Qi on hand?" Long Binglin had personally sought help from the tribe to ensure everything was foolproof, never expecting an unexpected harvest.

"Perhaps there will be." Liang Qu didn't want to say for sure.

The Dragon-men in the room all felt happy.

Although they didn't know what means Liang Qu had to obtain Long Qi, having spent a long time together, the Elder would definitely not shoot without a target!

"Elder, actually there is one more thing today."

"What thing?"

Long Binglin stepped aside to make way.

Long Pingjiang stepped forward.

"My lord, I seem to be about to break through to Hunting Tiger."

"Break through to Hunting Tiger?"

Liang Qu was slightly stunned.

He communicated with the Ze Ding and glanced at Long Pingjiang's evolution requirements; he was far from evolving, only lacking a little under two thousand.

This is... breaking through on his own?

"Isn't the Dragon-man tribe shackled by bloodline, making it difficult to break through once reaching a certain realm?" Liang Qu clearly remembered this saying, and it hadn't been long since Long Pingjiang had his essence completed.

"That is indeed the case, and our tribe can often feel our shackles in advance. When at the Galloping Horse stage, we can perceive our own limits as Wolf Smoke, and without special opportunities, it is extremely difficult to change."

"Pingjiang, you are..."

"I also don't know why." Long Pingjiang also couldn't figure out the reason. "Ever since the Elder completed my natural talent, cultivation seems to have had no bloodline obstacles. A month ago, I felt I could break from Wolf Smoke into Hunting Tiger, but I was worried about accidents, so I never proceeded."

What does that mean?

The shackles are gone?

(End of this chapter)