sinovels Chapter 725 Plum Rain
Chapter 725 Plum Rain
Chapter 725 Plum Rain
"This is really thought-provoking, Master." The Immortal Beilai praised sincerely, "If I had met a teacher like you back then, I would definitely have achieved more than what I have now."
Gong Mengbi looked at the fox who was trying again and again in front of the campfire and said, "Just because you are one step ahead doesn't mean you can climb up the mountain, and just because you walk fast doesn't mean you will reach the top of the mountain first. Although I used the analogy of mountain climbing, practice itself is not mountain climbing."
The Immortal Beilai curved his eyes and said, "That's true, but I've gone through a lot of hardships and walked many paths in my cultivation. I'm not as lucky as them."
"That's why they like Mr. Beilai. You really understand their predicament and their troubles." Gong Mengbi said, "In this respect, I am actually not as good as you."
"Is there anything that makes you inferior to others?" The Immortal Beilai laughed.
Gong Mengbi smiled and shook his head, saying, "Am I so arrogant?"
Beilai Daxian thought seriously, and finally said: "There is one thing, although it is not in this aspect."
Gong Mengbi was helpless.
As more and more pine branches were lit, the fox holding the thin pine branches danced around the campfire happily.
Although it is not a full moon tonight and it is not the time for the fox moon worship ceremony to be held, it does not prevent the foxes from praying and dancing.
Those foxes who have not succeeded yet do not have too much burden. When most people can succeed on the spot, their confidence in themselves will also be improved.
“It’s already started.”
It wasn't always so smooth. Although Gong Mengbi would often supplement Beilai Daxian's lessons, it didn't always work.
Even though elders teach children how to get along with others, the expected results may not be achieved due to differences in actual relationships, individual differences within the relationships, and even deviations in actions.
The same goes for spells.
Even if you know the method and tricks of casting spells, if you want the effect of the spell or want to achieve the effect you want, it is something that requires constant practice, correction, and adjustment. Before you internalize the spell, it is almost impossible to be satisfied every time.
Even if you have learned the art of fire-driving, if you want to drive a bigger or smaller flame, or to draw fire from a candle instead of a bonfire, or even from the fire energy between heaven and earth, all of these require constant attempts before you can succeed.
Moreover, the difficulty of fire-driving techniques changes with the seasons.
When the fox, who was being trained by Gong Mengbi to use the Qugan Jutsu, tried to draw flames from the fire energy between heaven and earth to light the pine branches, he found that the success rate was not stable, and sometimes it was even extremely difficult to succeed.
Such as now.
The pine branch in his hand was slightly warm, and before the fire lit up, his anger dissipated again.
"Failed again." Gan Rou threw the pine branch on the table, pulled her collar in an inelegant manner, and let go of her anger.
She supported her head with her right hand and turned her face towards the window. Through the open window, she saw the gray clouds in the sky outside.
"Ning Dai, the weather is getting hotter, so shouldn't the fire be getting more active? Why did you fail to drive away the fire?"
Ning Dai leaned over from the side, put her hands on Gan Rou's back and looked out, saying, "Maybe it's because it's going to rain?"
She counted on her fingers and said, "Counting the days, it seems to be almost plum blossom day."
Gan Rou stretched out her right arm and completely leaned on the table, resting her head on her right arm and complained, "Ah, it's hot and humid, it's annoying."
Ning Dai leaned on her back and said, "I hate it too. But, is it because of the rainy day that the fire-repelling technique is not so easy to perform?"
Gan Rou was motivated, got up from the table and said, "Let's go and ask the Master!"
Gong Mengbi was lying in the corridor of the courtyard to rest.
Mr. Qing was wearing a short brown robe with his sleeves tied up, inserting roses. When Gan Rou and Ning Dai tiptoed into the courtyard, they saw Mr. Qing and bowed their heads, asking, "Is the teacher here?"
Mr. Qing pointed to the corridor and said loudly, "My lord, a fox is coming."
Gong Mengbi's voice came from afar, saying, "Come here."
Gan Rou and Ning Dai walked quietly to the corridor and saw Gong Mengbi resting on a bamboo lounge chair.
He opened his eyes, sat up straight, and asked, "Gan Rou, Ning Dai, is there anything wrong?"
When their names were called accurately, Gan Rou and Ning Dai couldn't help but straighten their backs.
Gan Rou asked Gong Mengbi about the problems she encountered and Ning Dai's guesses.
Gong Mengbi glanced at the blue sky and confirmed their guess, saying, "It is indeed due to the change of seasons. It is normal for fire to be affected when water vapor is abundant."
Gan Rou asked: "How do we overcome this influence?"
Gong Mengbi said: "Water energy is water and it is not water, fire energy is fire and it is not fire."
"When the weather is hot, the fire energy is strong. It's not that the water vapor suppresses the fire energy and makes you unable to feel it, but because the nature of the fire energy changes, the direction of your original spell becomes blurred."
"Your voice is distorted in the rain, and the person you are calling is blurred in the rain. Now you need to communicate more accurately, see clearly that the person in the rain is the one you want to call, and let your voice pass and be heard by him."
Gan Rou asked, "Should I scream louder?"
Gong Mengbi laughed and said, "This is also a method, but the voice is too loud and it is not good for the throat. And sometimes the voice is not loud enough to penetrate the sound of rain."
"You can try it yourself first. Mr. Beilai will soon teach you how to identify qi. I hope you can tell me your thoughts then." Gong Mengbi said.
Gan Rou and Ning Dai agreed with serious expressions.
"Let's go back, it's raining." Gong Mengbi said.
Gan Rou and Ning Dai looked at the sky. Although it was gloomy, no raindrops fell.
But when they returned to their fox house, a drizzle began to fall from the sky, and soon it got heavier, with water vapor splashing and the distance shrouded in mist when they looked out the window.
"It's really raining."
"Of course, that's Master."
At this moment, the Master had stood up from his recliner and walked to the edge of the veranda. The abundant moisture enveloped the entire world. Although the rain fell from the eaves, the mist surged up the corridor and seeped into Gong Mengbi's clothes.
There was a deep worry in Gong Mengbi's eyes.
"Plum rain." Gong Mengbi sighed softly and said, "It seems I have to get used to it this year."
"It's really hard to be happy with wet weather."
No matter how dry and fluffy the fur is, it will become a wet ball in such weather, and there is no sun to dry it.
(End of this chapter)