Chapter 40: Moving the Nine Heavens "I can't practice it..." The Seventh Young Master stuttered a little, and seemed not to understand what the lady said: "What do you mean?" "If you can't practice it, then you can't practice it." The lady seemed not to notice his expression, her eyes still fixed on the tea leaves floating in the teacup: "Spiritual Crane Body is not a martial art that ordinary people can practice." "Didn't Master Xu say that this martial art can help one enter the Dao and become an immortal?" "Using martial arts to enter Taoism? It's more like a rumor." The lady had a slight sneer on her face: "People in the world often confuse cause and effect and have wild imaginations." "Why?" The Seventh Young Master's face became even uglier. "It's not that you can enter the Immortal Realm after practicing this martial art, but that you can practice this martial art after entering the Immortal Realm." Seeing the puzzled look on her son's face, the lady explained, "Do you know the origin of the Spirit Crane Body?" The Seventh Young Master shook his head. "Everyone says that cultivating immortals depends on aptitude, but what is aptitude?"
"Spiritual roots?" "Yes, spiritual roots are the most important, but in addition to spiritual roots, the immortal sect also values another qualification - the Dao body. The top geniuses in the immortal sect often have a single spiritual root plus an innate Dao body." Madam continued, "The Dao body is originally formed by nature, but some predecessors have also created some methods to achieve the Dao body after birth." "The "Spiritual Crane Body" is actually..." The Seventh Young Master looked a little moved. "What are you thinking? How can it be a martial art? However, the Spirit Crane Body is indeed created based on a kind of innate Taoist body, although the effect may be less than 10%, and it can only be used in the early stages of cultivation." "Since it can only be used in the early stages of cultivation and ordinary people cannot practice it, what is the point of this technique?" The Seventh Young Master pointed out the contradiction. "Because this kind of technique, although it does not require a high level of cultivation to practice, often requires a high level of comprehension." Madam explained the reason: "For example, in the 'Spiritual Crane Body', I heard that to comprehend it, one must observe all the birds in the world. How can ordinary people do it?" The Seventh Young Master was still puzzled, so his wife explained, "These martial arts were originally used by the great masters to train their own descendants." “Those powerful younger generations can invite a real person who is at least at the Nascent Soul stage to use the art of mirror flowers, water moons to illuminate the universe and observe the feathered creatures of the world.” Madam stared at the Seventh Young Master and said, "Can Zheng Fa do it?" The Seventh Young Master understood: "So, from the beginning, you knew that Zheng Fa could not be practiced?" "Yes." "Why? If you knew it wouldn't work, why did you give him the Spirit Crane Body?" The lady seemed not to hear his anger. Her eyes fell on the teacup again. Her right hand shook it gently, and the tea leaves in the water were involuntarily drifting with the flow under her action. "Back then, Master Xu had mastered martial arts in twenty years, and he wanted to leave the Zhao family and fight in the martial arts world." She seemed to be answering a question that was not relevant: "I didn't want to use my power to pressure him and hurt our relationship, so I gave him the Spirit Crane Body, and then... he worked as a master in the Zhao Mansion for twenty years." The Seventh Young Master looked at his mother with a confused look. "Failure made him realize that his talent was insignificant. He recognized himself and his fate." "Zheng Fa... is it the same?" "Same." Madam looked up at the Seventh Young Master with a cold gaze: "He has better talent, but he is more ambitious, and he has even less respect for you."
The Seventh Young Master couldn't help it: "Mom! I don't care!" "But I care! If he doesn't have the qualifications to go to the Immortal Sect, I can tolerate his ambition, but if he can go, I can't tolerate it!" "I'll go tell him!" The Seventh Young Master stood up suddenly. "Zhao Jingfan!" Madam said in a high voice, "You are the master, and he is the servant! Zheng Fa should be your hands and legs. He should assist you in managing the Zhao family and help you enter the Immortal Gate." "But I will never tolerate him stepping on my son's shoulders! You may not remember your identity, but he must remember it!" The Seventh Young Master looked at his mother, his cheeks puffed up, but he could not speak. In the end, he could only walk away in silence. …… The teacup on the table was still steaming. The lady looked at her son's departing back and remained silent for a long time. "Madam." The maid beside her said cautiously: "Don't be angry with the young master. The young master is just kind-hearted." "He has a kind heart? I think he is just stupid!" The lady curled her lips, sat down and said, "He has been stupid since he was a child!" "His father played with women outside and had several illegitimate children, but he went to be someone else's brother! He didn't even know he was being cheated!" "Later, he learned his lesson and kept pestering his sister all day long. Wherever his sister went, he would go! When his sister went to the Immortal Gate, he even went to his sister's room crying and holding his pillow and quilt to sleep for a year, like a little girl!" Madam said coldly, "Does he hate me because he can't go to the Immortal Gate? I'm happy that he has this ambition! He hates me for separating him from his sister!" The maid beside her lowered her head and dared not speak. The lady continued to scold: "You have grown up with a cold face and offend people every day, pretending to be smart, but when you meet a book boy you like, you open your heart to him!" "Madam, didn't you say before that it's okay for the young master to be a little naive as long as you are watching over him?" the maid said a little puzzled. Hearing this, the lady rubbed her head and said, "His sister wrote to me, saying that she would come back early and find a way to get this boy into the Immortal Gate." "Miss?" The maid was a little surprised: "That's a good thing!" "What a bullshit! With his brain like that, what will he do if he enters the Immortal Gate and no one protects him?" "So, ma'am, you..." "Zheng Fa is a good candidate, with good qualifications and a steady temperament, but he is a little arrogant. I plan to let him go to the Immortal Gate with this kid, so I feel relieved." Madam shook her head: "Before he goes, I have to cultivate this seedling. Unfortunately, I am a little impatient." The maid understood what he said and could only sigh: "Madam has worked so hard for the young master." "I owe him for giving birth to him in this life." The lady sighed. "I'm just afraid... the young master will really tell Zheng Fa, and Zheng Fa will feel resentful." "Resentful? Who does he blame? He blames me." Madam smiled and looked towards the training ground. "Didn't this kid get the secret of cultivating the Spirit Crane Body from me? Now isn't he planning to sell me as his mother to comfort him? Shouldn't he be more grateful to his young master? The worse I am as a madam, the more loyal and righteous my stupid son will be." "But, Master doesn't understand you, Madam, and Zheng Fa hates you too..." "I don't want him to understand, I just want him to be well. As for Zheng Fa? I can still bear the hatred of a book boy." The lady blew away the tea leaves floating in the teacup, not caring at all. After a long while, the maid spoke with some doubt: "If, if Zheng Fa's talent is really extraordinary, and he enters the immortal gate and soars to the sky in the future, what should we do?" "What should I do? My son is a fool with good fortune. He has always been on good terms with him and has been very sincere to him. How can he ignore this friendship and beat me to death?" The lady seemed to be amused and joked, "If he really has this talent, I'd be happy to see it happen!"
After saying that, she frowned and looked towards the direction of the training ground, her ears slightly tilted and her eyes focused. A faint cry of a crane came from the direction of the parade ground, gradually changing from melodious and pleasant to high and fierce, rising straight into the sky. The white sea of clouds in the sky rolled along with the waves of sound. People in the entire Jingzhou City looked up and looked towards the sky curiously, looking for the source of the sound. The lady thought of the records she had read, her hands trembled, and the teacup fell to the ground without paying any attention, muttering, "He succeeded?" The maid lowered her head, looked at the tea leaves floating freely and wantonly in the pool of tea on the ground, and sighed deeply in her heart. Madam, you don't look like you are happy to see this happen. (End of this chapter)