Liu Xianyang began teaching Chen Ping'an that inherited "Dreamwalking" sword technique, unconcerned that Xie Gou was present.
Chen Ping'an had an endless stream of questions. Liu Xianyang answered everything he knew without holding anything back. Xie Gou did not interrupt their imparting and seeking of the Dao. She sat beside them yawning, then lay down with one leg crossed over the other and cracked sunflower seeds. Turning onto her side, she propped up her cheek. Still bored, she sprawled on the floor and waved her sleeves as though swimming like a duck.
Her own Mountain Lord mostly kept his brows tightly furrowed, occasionally relaxing them slightly, or lowering his head in deep contemplation. After a while, purple qi rose from the acupoints of his face, clouds and mist coiled around his ears, and tiny, extraordinary immortal palaces manifested one after another. True qi gushed from his nostrils like long serpents hanging down. Or he shook his sleeves and calculated with pinched fingers, and in an instant, rosy light illuminated the entire room as ripples spread around the prayer cushion like patterns on water. Or he pressed two fingers together and pointed here and there, while inch-long sword light, condensed to the utmost degree, flowed without cease... Several times, Xie Gou nearly spoke, then held herself back. Her heart brimmed with emotion. Only then did she realize that cultivation was so arduous.
Time slipped away without notice. The Sable Hat Girl kept track of the hour. It was time for a late-night meal. She glanced at Liu Xianyang, and he gently shook his head and waved a hand.
Xie Gou did not forget to cup her hands in thanks. After all, she had listened in while someone else imparted the Dao. Liu Xianyang merely nodded and did not take it to