Chapter Eleven Cultivation

  At a loss, apart from feeding, most of the time they just sleep, I suppose they wouldn't dare to disturb themselves and risk waking up. Newborn babies are in a period of rapid growth, and sleep is very important for them. Even if mothers and family members want to show off in front of others, they can't neglect their own sleep.

  As expected, since she slept more and woke up less, the disturbance was greatly reduced, and Li Huanfen also let out a sigh of relief. After all, with so many people coming, it was really noisy, and she couldn't rest well either.

  At this time, the cold and quiet cleverness made Li Yuafen feel even more convenient and relaxed. She slept very well, didn't move or make a sound, closed her eyes tightly, pursed her small mouth, and looked adorable no matter how you looked at her. When she woke up, she wouldn't cry or fuss, but instead would open her big eyes wide and look around, as if she could understand everything. If she did cry or fuss, it was usually because she was hungry or needed to have a bowel movement. Rarely would she soil her diaper (also called a urine pad, back then there were no paper diapers, they used old cloth to make diapers, when they got dirty they would change them and wash them, washing diapers was usually the father's job, in households with babies, you could often see colorful flags flying outside the door, it was quite a sight). This reduced the amount of cleaning work significantly, and made things more regular, making Li Yuafen feel very relaxed. All she had to do was feed her on schedule and change her diapers, and her body would get plenty of rest. This made other mothers very envious, they all praised the Cold family for raising a good son. Whenever Leng Bingxue woke up, everyone would rush to hold her and give her kisses, making their own children feel left out.

  His body can't move, how to spend these boring days? Thinking of a 30-year-old man who has experienced 30 years, now he can only lie in his mother's arms every day and do nothing. It's really too boring and unbearable. At first, the outside world was still novel for a few days, after all, people, objects, and layouts were different from those when he grew up in his previous life. He kept looking, comparing with his memories of his previous life, and there was some excitement. However, it's just such a small place, and soon lost interest. Every object in the space of the seal ring has been studied inside out when he is bored, and there are no more surprises or unexpected gains.

  He couldn't find anything to do that day, and was feeling depressed, not knowing how to pass the time. Suddenly, he thought of the long Xuan Yuan Gong method he had obtained from the stone slab that day. At first, he felt it was really abstruse and difficult to understand, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure it out. The things about Gong Fa couldn't be taken lightly, or else he would either go crazy or lose his life, and his reincarnated life had just begun. So he put it at the back of his mind. Now that he suddenly thought of it, he might as well take a closer look at those words, just like playing a guessing game.

  After going through the Netherworld's mysterious and profound soul refining, one of the conditions for rebirth, his brain was now able to remember everything at a glance. Not to mention that the information from the long Xuan Yuan manual had directly flooded into his consciousness, leaving an even deeper impression. With just a slight recollection, all the content suddenly became clear and distinct in his mind.

  I basically recognize the characters, although they are all ancient texts in complex and seal script, fortunately I have read countless books in my past life, especially fond of classical literature. For those original ancient books, I spent a lot of time studying various writing methods and fonts for each dynasty. Even if there are extremely rare characters, I can generally guess them by looking at the context. However, when they are combined together, what does it mean? That's where I'm stuck.

  A method that can enter the eyes of King Yama, only has a few hundred words, so every word is deeply meaningful and very important. If one word is wrong, it may be different by a hair's breadth, and deviate by a thousand miles. Who knows, it may even go south while pointing north. Otherwise, when practicing, you may not succeed, but instead become possessed, turn into an idiot, or even a vegetable, which would be a great loss.

  But he's not in a hurry, after all, he never thought about how far he really needs to cultivate. With electric lightning and defensive body protection combined with active attacks, there shouldn't be any problems, and he really doesn't want his rare second chance at life to be wasted on daily bitter cultivation. However, by coincidence, he obtained this method, and now he's indeed very bored, so being able to study and ponder the method to pass the time is good enough, whether or not he can actually cultivate it isn't that important. Of course, if his talent really bursts forth, then being able to cultivate some results would be pretty good too.

  Little did he know that this attitude of following nature coincided with the foundation of cultivation. The most important thing in cultivation is not enlightenment, nor diligence, nor talent, but rather one's state of mind. One must harmonize with the changes of mountains and rivers, the alternation of the four seasons, and follow the momentum to have a chance to comprehend the Tao of heaven and earth. That kind of anxious and worried state of mind cannot achieve sudden enlightenment, on the contrary, it can only make people go against the natural order, stop in their tracks, and either make no progress or progress slowly, achieving nothing in one's lifetime.

  Of course, Leng Bingxue had never practiced before and didn't understand any of this. When he was free, he would ponder the meaning of those words, often comparing all the places where a particular word had appeared, its context, and significance. Chinese characters are profound and complex, and the same character can have different meanings in different contexts, even when paired with other characters. Those who have read Jin Yong's "The Legend of the Condor Hero" know this scene: A poem by Li Bai, "The Hero's Journey": Zhao guest's horse whip, Wu hook's frosty snow is bright. Silver saddle shines on white horse, swift as a shooting star. Ten steps kill one person, a thousand miles without leaving a trace. After finishing, he wipes his clothes and leaves, deeply hiding his body and name. Leisurely passing by the wine of Xiling, sword drawn in front of his knees. Roasting Zhu He's meat, holding a cup to toast Hou Ying... Three cups down, then nodding, the Five Peaks become light as a feather. After eyes blooming with heat, the spirit is born amidst purple clouds. Saving Zhao with a golden hammer, Handan was shocked first. Two heroes for a thousand autumns, shining brightly in the great city of Liang. Even if a heroic bone dies, it's not ashamed to be a hero in the world. Who can write under the pavilion, white-haired and reading the Tai Xuan Jing? Just one hundred twenty words, yet dozens of great heroes from the Jianghu were infatuated with it, researching the ultimate martial arts of the Tai Xuan Jing day and night, each holding onto a word, each doing their best, but after thirty years, they still had nothing to show for it.

  Although it is just a plot in martial arts, it can also reflect from one side that the ancient Chinese characters are not so easy to understand, let alone hundreds of obscure and difficult words in the Long Xuan Yuan Jing.

  At first, he thought it was just a boring puzzle to pass the time, but soon found himself delighted when he figured out the meaning of a character. However, he would soon feel that this explanation wasn't quite right and there must be other more suitable meanings, which made him slightly disappointed. Nevertheless, this also triggered his stubbornness, believing that failure only eliminated one possibility and brought him closer to success by one step.

  In such a situation, he slowly found some fun in it and gradually became addicted.

  However, he often closed his eyes and meditated on the Long Xuan Yuan Jing, adding to his normal sleep, making it seem like he was sleeping more and more. Except for regular feeding and bowel movements, he woke up less and less. His two older brothers started complaining that they had less time to play with their younger brother - they had already made playing with him after school, making funny faces, singing, dancing or teasing him to laugh as an important entertainment activity, and enjoyed it very much. Their mother and family began to worry if he was sick again or if there was something wrong with him. Fortunately, Bingyuan ate normally and a lot, about 1.5-2 times that of an ordinary baby, without any other abnormalities. The doctors also thought so after examining him, and only then did they gradually put their minds at ease.

  It's only been less than a week since he was reborn, and the doctor has come to his door twice. This made Cold Ice laugh and cry at the same time. However, it also reminded him that in his previous life, his body wasn't very good when he was young. His mother would often say that he was always getting sick, and several times, on stormy nights, she had to knock on their neighbor Zhang's door to borrow a flashlight and rain gear, then carry him through the rain to the central hospital hundreds of meters away, shouting to open the hospital doors and calling out to the doctor on duty to treat him. As a result, whenever the doctor on duty at the central hospital heard someone shouting outside the door, he would assume it was him getting sick again.

  In my previous life, my weak body added a lot of burden to my mother until I went to middle school. After that, I deliberately strengthened my physical exercise and my body gradually became stronger. Minor illnesses also basically disappeared.

  Is this life still going to take such a path?

  His own soul had been refined through the mysterious and cold dew, and Yanluo Wang said it was already very strong. He didn't know if he could cultivate the Longxuan Yuan Jing, and even if he could, from what he knew from movies and TV shows, most people cultivated their Yuanshen or Yuanying, ultimately to get rid of this smelly flesh bag. Not to mention that he would be reborn again, having grasped magical treasures and abilities, but without a good body, could he really enjoy the pleasure of being reborn? Moreover, how could he bear to let his mother suffer from these psychological and physical injuries?

  So, with a firm determination, for myself and for my family, I must exercise well. Exercise from childhood.

  How can I exercise? But you have to know that I am a newborn baby less than one week old.

  After some careful consideration, I finally thought of something: what's the big deal about newborn babies? Reborn people should be able to do things that ordinary people can't. In the range of what's possible, if they stretch their hands and feet, move their heads, and exercise their bodies, won't they be able to improve their physical coordination and strength in their necks and limbs? One step at a time, later when there's an opportunity, they can practice flipping over, sitting up, crawling, and speaking with their throats and tongues. They'll definitely master these skills earlier than ordinary babies, taking the lead one step at a time.

  But these things can't be discovered by others, even if one is a reborn person, they must know how to keep a low profile, hide their light and not show off too much. Their slightly abnormal behavior has already made their family worried, the doctor has been invited twice, if they let them discover more of their unusual behavior, won't they scare them out of their wits?

  He thought it over and then started implementing it. So, during the day when everyone could see or pay attention to him, he was mostly sleeping or pretending to sleep, pondering the "Long Huan Yuan Jing" in his mind. At night when others had fallen asleep, he began his own exercise plan, trying to move every part of his body that he could, from his fingers to his arms, from his toes to his calves, and from his neck to his head. Although it was very strenuous, he still did his best, sparing no effort. He believed that suffering the most hardship would make him a superior person, so for the sake of future happiness, he went all out.