nyslfriends Chapter 26 Silencing Technique
Chapter 26 Silencing Technique
I've learned the skills, and I've also finished weaving the straw hat and basket.
The old man rose and stepped forward, taking the bamboo hat he had woven. He helped Song Quyou put it on, then stepped back two paces to look him up and down, and said with satisfaction:
"Baby, although we haven't known each other for long, your parents like you very much. You are insightful, intelligent, and most importantly, you are good-looking, just like your father when he was young."
"You still have unfinished business, so we, the old folks, won't keep you here for a few more days. We'll leave our fate to meet again in the future."
After the old man finished speaking, the old woman stepped forward again and handed the basket to Song Quyou. "Our family is simple and we don't have much to offer. This bamboo weaving skill is the only thing we can use. We can weave some things for you. The straw hat can be worn to shield you from the sun and rain, and this basket can be used to store things. When you go out, you will be less skilled and will be bullied. I don't want young people to suffer like this, so I will pass on a skill to you."
As he spoke, a strand of white hair entered Song Quyou's brow, and white mist instantly rose around him, obscuring Song Quyou's vision.
As the white mist dissipated, Song Quyou stood in the snow-covered mountains and forests, facing a gently flowing river.
All around was covered in white snow, everything was dressed in silver, and occasionally a north wind would blow, and fluffy white snowflakes would fall down.
Song Quyou felt no cold at all, standing there blankly, his shoes on the side, his sword and teapot in the basket.
It was truly astonishing that a basket only a few inches in size could hold his three-foot-long sword.
Song Quyou looked at the long sword lying horizontally in the bamboo basket and the teapot lying quietly beside it. He reached out and took it out, and as soon as he left the mouth of the bamboo basket, the item returned to its original state.
At that moment, a red wild boar not far away pricked up its ears, heard the sound, and hurriedly got up to shake off the remaining snow on its body.
Seeing Song Quyou putting on his shoes, he wanted to say hello.
"A silent gourd..."
Before the words were fully uttered, Song Quyou uttered first, "Forbidden!"
The mountain worm's long beak seemed to be sewn shut; no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't open it.
It was so anxious that it straightened up and kept pawing at the ground with its front paws.
This spell is a silencing spell passed down by the old woman. Beginners can simply prevent people from opening their mouths, while those who have mastered it can directly silence people.
The lark landed on Song Quyou's shoulder, looked at the speechless mountain goat, and asked in confusion, "This idiot, why did he follow us?"
After putting on his shoes and socks, Song Quyou walked up to Shan Gao with his sword and said, "I'll help you untie yourself, but you must speak properly."
The little scrambled glasses blinked, it was unclear whether it agreed or not.
Helpless, Song Quyou casually waved his hand, thus dispelling the magic power from the mountain caltrop's mouth.
"Silent fellow, short bird, I want to follow you, to go with you."
Before Song Quyou could reply, Yun Que immediately became anxious: "Don't even think about it. With your mouth, you're just asking for trouble."
Shan Gao blinked her small eyes at Song Quyou.
Song Quyou was also very troubled. Although he wasn't angry about Shan Gao's curses, he still found them unpleasant to hear. If they traveled together, there would definitely be endless trouble.
Thinking it best to avoid trouble, Song Quyou was pondering how to refuse when suddenly a large ship sailed across the wide river. The ship was not too far from the riverbank, and he could see countless richly dressed people on board, enjoying the snow and drinking.
Song Quyou gripped his belongings tightly, secretly gathered his strength, stepped on the ground, and leaped into the air. His figure swept across the thin ice of the river and boarded the multi-story ship.
After boarding the ship, looking at the impatient red-skinned gypsy on the shore, spewing vulgarities, Song Quyou wiped the sweat from his brow and felt that he had made the right choice.
For some reason, ever since the mountain oyster ate a kind of grass that shimmered with golden light, no matter what it did, a voice would always tell it that it was the right choice.
Because of this voice, it avoided countless predators, hunters, and poisonous food. All these experiences made it believe in the voice. This time, following Song Quyou was also told by that voice, and even more strongly than before.
Song Quyou breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the people on the boat, bowing and apologizing.
However, the richly dressed people on the ship had cold expressions and worried brows, and did not respond much.
"Taoist priest, what superb skills you have! You can step on thin ice and cross several meters of water to get to my ship."
Song Quyou turned to look at the newcomer, a slightly overweight man, about five feet tall, dressed in fine clothes, with a burly servant following behind him.
He cupped his hands and said, "I have come uninvited, and I hope the boatman will not take offense."
"My name is Qian Tong. Which Taoist temple do you reside in, Master?"
"This humble Taoist is a disciple of the Shenxiao Temple on Xuantai Peak."
"Who is that red-skinned wild boar spewing profanities on the shore?"
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After explaining the strangeness of the gypsum, the two exchanged pleasantries. Song Quyou learned that the boat was a sightseeing vessel on the Yangtze River, destined for the river mouth. The entire boat had already been chartered, and Qian Tong was only responsible for handling miscellaneous tasks for the boat owner. If Song Quyou wanted to stay on the boat, he would need the owner's permission.
Fortunately, the boat owner was kind-hearted and agreed to let Song Quyou stay on the boat.
Song Quyou sighed softly. Everything had turned out to be a coincidence. After going around in circles, he finally got on a boat, and his destination was still Dajiangkou.
The three-story ship features flying eaves, carved beams and painted rafters. The cabin is warm and cozy, with red-hot charcoal burning silently in the brazier, filling the room with a fragrant aroma.
Song Quyou was assigned to a small but clean cabin in the lower deck. Although it was not as luxurious and spacious as the cabins reserved for distinguished guests in the upper deck, it was quiet and undisturbed.
The lark flew out of the teapot and landed on the small, round window frame. It glanced around the cabin, then turned to look at the receding snow-covered mountains and forests outside the window, quietly lost in thought.
Song Quyou did not disturb him. He placed his longsword beside him, sat cross-legged, calmed his mind, and examined the internal landscape of his body.
After the acquired breathing connects with the innate Qi, all the acupoints become gateways connecting heaven and earth, constantly absorbing the Qi of heaven and earth, forming the great primordial Qi within the body.
As the primordial energy circulated, Song Quyou discovered that his internal organs seemed to be more thoroughly clear. A huge mass of energy circulated and swirled in the Yellow Court, replacing the Danmu (a type of elixir), making the energy flowers in the Niwan (a point on the head) more solid and crystalline, emitting a radiant glow.
As I sat quietly, there was a soft knock on the door.
The lark, not wanting to see anyone, darted into the verdant pine forest.
"Master, my master invites you."
Song Quyou opened his eyes, picked up the sword, pushed open the door, and followed the servant outside to the top floor.
The top-floor cabin was extremely spacious, divided into an inner and outer hall. The outer hall was decorated with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, and displayed exquisitely cultivated orchids. In the center was a long sandalwood table, on which were placed fruits and warmed wine. As for the inner hall, it was shrouded in layers of light gauze, making it difficult to see inside, but one could vaguely sense figures moving about.
"I am Song Quyou from Shenxiao Temple on Xuantai Peak. Thank you for taking me in, boat owner."
"Master, please don't stand on ceremony. Sit down and have some warm wine to warm yourself up."
After thanking him, Song Quyou did not stand on ceremony. He sat down at the long sandalwood table in the outer hall, picked up his wine cup, and took a small sip.
"Master, you are a man of great knowledge and experience. I have invited you here today to inquire about something."
"Please feel free to ask, ship owner."