Destiny-changing Rain - C37

Mental cultivation method. If one could learn this martial art then they would have to first practice this mental cultivation method in order to mess up the meridians and obstruct the circulation of the blood, as well as the meridians and entrails of one’s internal organs … Looking carefully, Yan Wenqing’s eyes were glowing with a strange light. He did not dare to believe his eyes, so he used his sleeve to wipe them and took a closer look. That’s right, he had already memorized all the moves on the paper. Slowly flipping through the pages behind him, ‘Flying Sword’ in the air, ‘Earth Shattering Yellow Springs’, ‘Sand in the Clouds’… His face was filled with surprise and fear, as if he couldn’t accept everything that was happening in front of him. His master had said that this was an evil art that would disrupt the martial arts world, but why did his master teach him those methods, and why did he teach it to him without telling him that it was the ‘Butterfly’s Head’? The more Yan Wenqing thought about it, the more confused he became. He did not understand the reason why.

Now, regardless of whether it was because he had learnt the above techniques or because he had to practice the martial arts for the sake of obtaining food, Yan Wenqing opened the first page again and slowly started to read, sitting cross-legged on the ground imitating the method described in the secret manual as he began his training.

“Brother Wen Qing, Brother Wen Qing …” Hearing the call, Yan Wenqing hurriedly ran over to help Xiao Lan up from the stone floor. She put her hands together and used all of her luck, and turned to press her hands against Xiao Lan’s back to protect her from the cold. For the past few days, Yan Wenqing had been maintaining Xiao Lan’s cold body like this, and his face was completely pale, his lips were cracked open, and the messy hair on his head fell down onto his face. Slowly calming his body, he waited for his breath to be even before he placed Xiao Lan down on the stone slab again and lay down.

After practicing until around noon, Yan Wenqing felt extremely comfortable in his body, as if he was floating in the clouds. Although his comprehension was not very high, he had already practiced about seventy to eighty percent of the mental cultivation method and had already memorized it. Just like that, he practiced his mental cultivation method to help Xiao Lan control the cold, and two days of harvesting food passed by. At this moment, he started to worry that this might be the source of evil. Master had trained in a secret manual for Master, and it had caused a lot of trouble in the martial arts world. Master said that Master’s cultivation had gone berserk, and Yan Wenqing had been torturing his own heart, but regardless of what happened, this secret manual had bestowed upon him.

Yan Wenqing walked out of the cave, looking up at the immeasurably high cliff and the giant bird flying above him. He was filled with an even stronger desire for these things. Looking at him standing in the forest, his body covered in filth and his hair messy and dirty, the current him was like an ape man that had lived in the forest for many years. Yan Wenqing broke down a stick that was the size of his index finger, climbed up a tree and picked a bunch of dates, then returned to the cave. He began to practice the next few moves of the movement technique. These movements were much easier to practice compared to the earlier mental cultivation techniques because they had already been taught to him by his master, but some of them had not been practiced before. The entire movement technique was like a fish in water as the moves in his mind could be vaguely seen. Slowly, Yan Wenqing began to try and catch the chirping birds in the treetops, and the wild chickens flying through the trees. He could easily climb the tree, and fly over the cliff face with great ease. His body was like a swallow circling around a tree, dancing gracefully like a butterfly before lightly landing on the ground and rising into the air. He used the stick in his hand to hit the first bird, then he picked up the stone and leapt into the air to hit the pheasant that was scurrying around in the forest.

When Yan Wenqing learned the last move, he carefully discovered that it was written on the last page: “Every move of the butterfly is effective on the graceful and graceful insect butterfly, it is connected to the whirl of the wings of the butterfly’s dance. The heart style is combined with the heart style, and the fan is used as an instrument to achieve the best move. This insect is the world’s treasure, and it is left behind in the world with great profoundness and knowledge.”

It was no wonder why every move was so light when he practiced, saying that he could understand the combination of the mantra and mantra, because his master had once said that all martial arts in the world worked with the heart, presumably this was the meaning of the mantra. However, using a fan as a tool made him puzzled; could it be that using a fan as a weapon, how could this fan possibly attack? Could it be that it was the fan that he had given to his master before he left? Could it be that it was the fan that he practiced martial arts with? However, how could he display the best power when he did not have a fan nor a treasured sword, and only had a stick that was as tough as a whip?

The meticulous Yan Wenqing was startled. He used a fan as a weapon, but why was there a sword flying in the air? Could it be that grandmaster recorded it wrongly? It was obviously impossible, but where did the sword come from? The more Yan Wenqing thought about it, the more he couldn’t figure out a reason. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this《 Harmony of the Butterfly》 was unfathomable.

Xiao Lan’s body was also getting better day by day, so she could walk on the ground while lying down. However, this did not let Yan Wenqing, who was now full of worry, relax his worried expression, how could he climb up the cliff so easily. Even though he had learned ‘The Feather of the Butterfly’, it was impossible for him to climb up the cliff face that was inserted into the clouds.

After two days, Xiao Lan’s condition had basically recovered. Originally, she was just a person who had been submerged in water and frightened to death. However, in the cliff, she had become a serious illness. Now that she had recovered, everyone was happy. Yan Wenqing was still persisting with the practice of “Butterfly’s Head” while he was trying to think of a way to achieve the best results. Although he had the shadow of this martial arts in his heart, he had the right mindset to resist this, and people who were upright would still be used. His teacher did not say that this was an evil martial art, but also secretly taught it to him. Presumably, it was not some evil deed, or perhaps his uncle-master did not learn all the martial arts in the past, so he just said that it was an evil art because his teacher dispelled the thought of those evil people snatching the secret manual. His unclew also wrote that butterflies are the best in the world, and did not mess up the world when he thought of Yan Wenqing, who naturally started to concentrate more on practicing, but he did not tell Xiao Lan about everything. Xiao Lan, who didn’t know any martial arts, could only happily watch as Yan Wenqing focused on training and cheering. After he got tired of roasting the meat, his face had a smile that was as beautiful as before.

The moonlight was as gentle as water, the stars were bright, and the night was just right. The two sat side by side at the entrance of the cave, looking at the sky full of stars. A crescent moon hung on the vast sky, and beneath their feet was the dark sea of trees.

Xiao Lan looked at the sky with a serious smile, and then pointed to a very bright star and said, “Look, that star is so bright. But why is it so far away from the stars? ” she asked, puzzled.

Yan Wenqing looked in the direction where her finger was pointing and answered suspiciously, “Maybe it was because it left those stars that it was so bright.”

“Do you think he’ll be lonely?” “I don’t think so. There are so many people watching him.”

Xiao Lan approached Yan Wenqing and sat down. She gently leaned her head against his shoulder, revealing a faint smile. That smile was as beautiful as the night sky, and also so blissful.