Chapter 4 Space Master

  "It's done, you're awake, don't try to escape. All your thoughts and consciousness can't escape us. If you have fate, come quickly to pay respects to Master and Mistress." The man said with a smile at her frightened appearance.

  She heard that they had no malice, Fang Mo Nan opened her eyes and sat cross-legged on the carpet. She looked at the sudden appearance of this pair of men and women in front of the study, very familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere before, with an immortal aura. "You are the people in the painting." Then a string of questions followed: Who are you? Are you pseudo-Lolita? And what's going on with this space?

  "Hehe... you really stink" He said, waving his hand in front of his nose, looking at the little person covered in a layer of black mud.

  Fang Mo Nan lowered his head and saw that his body was all black and sticky, with a foul odor. "Ah, this is the matter."

  "It's nothing, just washing marrow and veins." Her voice was still cold as ever, her hand waved lightly.

  Fang Mo Nan looked at the black and dirty things on her body, which instantly disappeared, making her feel refreshed and light as a swallow. Her skin was truly white with a hint of red, emitting a captivating fragrance that pierced his nostrils. Fang Mo Nan gazed at her elegant and refined appearance, but unexpectedly felt uneasy in his heart.

  "Was it the fruit I ate just now?" Fang Mo Nan was not asking, but directly stating. "What about other fruits... do they also have a cleansing effect?" She hadn't finished speaking yet.

  "Hehe... it's just that there isn't a better effect, congratulations on becoming the first to try it." Before Fang Mo could finish speaking, he continued to respond.

  "You haven't answered my question from just now!" Fang Mo Nan no longer harped on the washing of her hair, she was anxious to get to the bottom of this.

  "You're really impatient, asking so many questions at once." "Cough cough" He said seriously, "This space was refined by us, we are the first masters of this space, and we are husband and wife." As soon as he finished speaking, he was pinched on the waist by the person beside him.

  "What's wrong? Wife. Are you going to abandon your husband? Oh, my life is so bitter!" He covered his face and twisted his waist, calling out in a resentful tone.

  This is beneath me, this is a situation, just now it was still a serious play, and soon it became a farce.

  "Alright, stop fooling around." She gave him a cold glance.

  "Cough...cough..." The man cleared his throat and said seriously, "This portable space was refined using a spirit stone equivalent to the one used by Nüwa when she mended the sky."

  "Isn't that the spiritual stone worn by Jia Baoyu in Dream of the Red Chamber? Without realizing it, Fang Mernan had spoken out loud what was on her mind."

  "It can be said that way, but this space is not the spiritual stone left over by Nüwa in the Dream of Red Mansions. There are many spiritual stones, and it's not just Nüwa who has them." He spoke with a tone of disdain, as if to say "Nüwa thinks she's so great".

  "Are you more powerful than the gods? Not jumping words. Fang Mornan guessed, looking down on Nüwa like that."

  "Heh heh...... The two of us, jumping out of the three realms, not in the five elements. What do you say?" He said proudly, are immortals as free as we are? They also have to follow the laws of the immortal realm.

  Since they knew her origin, "Are my family from the previous life still well after I died?" Fang Mo Nan asked the question he most wanted to ask.

  "Since you have come, then rest assured. What's the need, clinging to past lives?" He spoke with measured words, his face a picture of seriousness.

  "I just want them to be good." She doesn't ask for much, but even this can't be satisfied.

  "After bitterness comes sweetness, great things are accomplished late." It was just that the petty person in front of her only cared about her family, and she couldn't help but reveal.

  The man glanced at the woman, and his heart was so kind. The woman ignored his glare, she liked it, she was happy.

  His indulgent smile was still so willful, "Alright, can I become your apprentice now?"

  Fang Mo Nan listened and then knelt down solemnly, addressing "Master, Mistress". In ancient times, the way of the teacher was revered. Even for things they could have told him, he should still say thank you, and with a sincere heart, he bowed deeply.

  "Haha... after tens of thousands of years, we finally have a disciple too." He was simply overjoyed.

  Fang Mo Nan was puzzled. For tens of thousands of years, from the conversation just now, she could hear that she was their first apprentice, but not the first person to enter space apart from them.

  What she thought in her heart was actually being explained by him, "This personal space had two previous owners. The spiritual energy here is abundant. They cultivated themselves through the books in this study room. Due to different personal fortunes, one became an immortal, and the other crossed over to another world during the heavenly tribulation, or as you would say, should have crossed over to a different world."

  "Ah", it turns out there's another way of saying this, and it's not all just wild imagination, it's just that there are too many unknown things, and humans are too small.

  "So the two seniors who didn't become your disciples also became immortals, didn't they? It seems that this talent isn't bad either." Fang Mò Nán said.

  "Because of this," she stretched out her hand, and in her palm was the unremarkable fruit that Fang Mo Nan had eaten earlier.

  "What's going on?" She was full of question marks in her eyes.

  "This fruit was made by your teacher's own hands, while these fruits were picked from the trees outside." She kindly helped her dispel doubts and pointed to the fruit plate on the desk with her hand.

  The meaning is different, the function is different. She continued to say that you can come to the study when you are confused, and learn with an open mind, this is one; not being scared by the sudden fruit, nor being blinded by its bright colors, but choosing the simple and unadorned one, resisting temptation, this is two; of course they also picked it up to take a look, but in the end they gave up and chose other familiar varieties, lacking courage and adventurous spirit. And you finally chose to eat it first, your courage is commendable, this is three. The most important thing is that only after eating it can we see each other.

  "Hehe... there's no need to say so much, I just haven't had it before, I'm just curious," she said with a smile. Besides, since I've already died once, what's there to be afraid of? In short, those who are barefoot aren't afraid of those who wear shoes."

  "How's the taste?" His eyes sparkled with malice.

  "Life is too wonderful to be described in words, with five flavors." Fang Mo said, "Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and painful."

  "Haha... this shows that you and I have a predestined relationship" He said with a bright smile. "Now that the master-disciple relationship is established, you can come out."

  "Master, master, we didn't think we'd see you again." Several voices chimed in unison, their tone filled with a mix of incredulity and joyful reunion.

  "Hehe... come... come... let the five spirits meet your little master. They are five spirits, due to the abundance of spiritual energy in this space, and under the guidance of their master, according to the Five Elements theory of Taoism, they respectively represent Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth. As expected, they have taken shape on their own in this place." In fact, it was just that his wife's idle space was too large and had no human presence, so she had created a few companions for herself. He looked at them and furrowed his brow "After cultivating for so long, you haven't made any progress"

  "Hehe... Since you left, we've missed our master so much that... things have been a bit neglected." The five spirits said with embarrassment and a hint of mischief, tugging at their sleeves in a bashful manner.

  "You all should continue to cultivate, perhaps one day we will reunite." said Shifu's wife.

  "They really" Their five eyes lit up, and they nodded in unison to guarantee that we would cultivate well. Who would have thought that today was full of surprises.

  Fang Mo Nan looked at the familiar scene in front of him. The new ones were beautiful and ethereal, but their heads weren't very high, and it was hard to tell their gender.

  "This is my new apprentice, and he will be your young master from now on." The master introduced him solemnly to them.

  "Yes, young master," they replied in unison, bowing their heads slightly.

  "You too," Fang Mo Nan nodded calmly and said.

  "Alright, introductions are over, let's get down to business." The mistress reminded them, saying no more.

  "Alright, Nan'er, sit down cross-legged, put your hands together in front of your chest, and close your eyes." The master said seriously, watching as Fang Mo'nan followed his instructions. After looking at the five spirits dispersing, he held his breath and closed his voice, then nodded to the mother, "Begin".

  He muttered to himself, but only saw Fang Mo's eyebrows furrowing, getting redder and redder. Seeing her in some pain, he spoke up, "Hold on, it'll be fine soon."

  "This is also necessary, you must first eat that ordinary fruit, only after its transformed body can withstand it." The mistress explained.

  "It's your turn." The master said to the mistress after collecting his thoughts, taking advantage of her transmission, and entrusting some later affairs to the five spirits, who needed to take care of the new little master.

  Fang Mo Nan only felt a burning sensation in his brow, his head swelling as if it was about to explode. He felt himself being laid down flat, and after his head calmed down, he faintly heard Nan Er say, "Master has already opened up your seven meridians and eight vessels. This way, your cultivation will be twice as effective. However, cultivation is a dull and tasteless thing, it also depends on personal destiny and method. The master leads the way, but cultivation is up to the individual. I hope you take care of yourself."

  When she woke up again, they disappeared as if they had never been there. The five spirits beside her looked at her with concern. She was fine and said that they would talk about it later, then bid farewell and left. With a 'whoosh', they all vanished.

  She got up from the couch, shook her head, and clearly appeared in her mind what they had passed down, including various things such as cultivating immortality, magic, martial arts, medical skills, etc., and was not afraid that she would be overwhelmed. All of these were stored in her brain, and when she wanted to learn, she could "call them out" at any time, and it was one-on-one instruction.

  In later years, especially in medical career, medicine requires a lot of practical operation, knowing is easy but doing is difficult. For example, taking pulse needs practice, Fang Mernan can feel various pulse conditions, just like being the patient himself to take the pulse.

  In order to avoid suffering the same fate as her past life, where she was killed by a novice bandit, she began her long and arduous cultivation journey.

  Hearing the rooster crowing, Fang Mo Nan secretly called out 'Oh no, forgot, don't...'

  With a 'whoosh', she flashed out of space, the sky had just begun to brighten, Grandma was still sleeping sweetly in bed. Looking at the clock on the table, it was only a little after five o'clock, still early, probably due to the time difference between space and the outside world. Having experienced all sorts of things in space, she needed to calm down, digest everything, so she lay back down, closed her eyes, and began to think rapidly.

  Is it?