Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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"Brother Lei, how has your practice of the Basic Meditation Technique been going these past two days?"

In the courtyard of Ling Yi's home in Mountain Sea Village, Ling Yi opened a corner of the wrapped mat and evenly sprinkled the 'Blue Silver Grass' seeds into the long wooden water trough.

Beside him, Zhang Lei used a dark yellow gourd ladle to scoop water from the bucket at his feet and slowly poured it into the water trough.

Upon hearing Ling Yi's question, Zhang Lei continued his actions, pondering for a moment before replying, "It's going okay~"

"I can already mobilize the Spiritual Power within my body and guide it through the channels described in the Basic Meditation Technique~"

At this point, Zhang Lei paused, his expression slightly twisted as he complained, "But that Basic Meditation Technique, I don't know who created it, but the words are all familiar to me. When put together, though, it took me a lot of effort to understand—!"

"This meditation method is far more complicated than the 'Hoe Swinging Technique' you taught me, Ah Yi—!"

Over the years, Zhang Lei had spent the most time with Ling Yi. Even Ling Xiaoshan and Zhang Xiaoyu, Ling Yi's parents, had not spent as much time with their son as Zhang Lei, their cousin or nephew.

Therefore, whether in terms of speaking style, cognitive understanding, or behavior, Zhang Lei was deeply influenced by Ling Yi.

Clearly, the confusing terminology in the Basic Meditation Technique, which often baffled six-year-old soul disciples who had just awakened, did not pose a significant challenge to Zhang Lei, a country boy. It merely made him ponder for a while.

"Clang—"

With a not-so-loud sound, Zhang Lei tossed the ladle into the nearly empty bucket, shook his arm, and extended his right hand. A gray light flashed, and a hoe as tall as him appeared in his hand.

"Thud—"

Zhang Lei planted the hoe upside down into the ground, his right hand in a half-circle, palm pressing against the long handle, fingers spread, pointing toward Ling Yi.

"Ah Yi, look~" Zhang Lei raised his left hand, pointing his index finger at his right middle finger: "I can now roughly control the Spiritual Power to start from here, guiding the green and yellow light points from outside… Hmm~ the white, black, and red light points are fewer and more disobedient…"

After a brief aside, Zhang Lei continued his demonstration, tracing from the tip of his middle finger along the finger pad to the palm, then up to the wrist, arm, and elbow. He pointed to a spot on the side of the elbow and said, "Up to here, I feel that the Spiritual Power becomes less controllable, carrying the green and yellow light points. They still move upward, but they move at their own pace, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and occasionally tangle, like fish in the water—"

Listening to Zhang Lei's words and watching his pointing, Ling Yi's actions of rolling the mat slowed down.

His usually calm and handsome face now had a slight frown, adding a touch of solemnity.

On this side, Zhang Lei, who was talking enthusiastically, noticed Ling Yi's expression and his voice gradually softened, finally asking with some concern, "Ah Yi, what's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"Sigh—"

Ling Yi took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart. His face regained its composure, and his voice remained as calm as ever, "Nothing, Brother Lei—"

"I just had some new thoughts after hearing about your progress with the Basic Meditation Technique…"

"Let's not talk about me~" Ling Yi changed the subject: "I'm fine, don't worry. Tell me more about the details of your meditation practice—"

"Oh~"

Seeing that Ling Yi seemed fine, the nine-year-old Zhang Lei nodded and continued to share his experiences, describing his practice in great detail.

Before long, Zhang Lei had recounted everything he could remember and had noticed.

After all, he had only been practicing the Basic Meditation Technique for a couple of days, and he was just at the initial stage, so there wasn't much to share.

After Zhang Lei finished, Ling Yi nodded and advised, "Brother Lei, remember what I told you before. Practice in moderation. If you feel mentally drained or uncomfortable in the channels where the Spiritual Power flows, stop. Don't rush and hurt yourself…"

"We're still young, take it slow, and be steady—"

"Okay~" Zhang Lei nodded in agreement, having the utmost faith in his cousin. Even his own father, Zhang Dahé, didn't command as much respect in Zhang Lei's eyes as Ling Yi.

Could Zhang Dahé explain such profound principles? No, but Ling Yi could!

Could Zhang Dahé come up with so many ideas to improve their family's fortune? No, but Ling Yi could!

Could Zhang Dahé develop the effective 'Hoe Swinging Technique' by observing villagers working in the fields? No, but Ling Yi could!

And, when Zhang Lei was declared to have no innate Spiritual Power, Zhang Dahé could only accept the result, comforting Zhang Lei not to be sad. But Ling Yi encouraged Zhang Lei to face it optimistically, suggesting that perhaps the Spiritual Power was too scarce to be detected. If his body became stronger, the Spiritual Power might increase and eventually be detectable.

"Eat more, sleep more, and exercise more. It's always good to strengthen your body," Ling Yi had said at the time.

And as Ling Yi had predicted, Zhang Lei indeed possessed innate Spiritual Power, albeit in very small amounts. Just as the Crystal Ball was about to activate it, the detection time ran out, and Zhang Lei, due to his excitement, didn't realize it at all.

Now, comparing his own half-level Spiritual Power to Zhang Lei's, Ling Yi found that Zhang Lei's Spiritual Power had reached level two!

In three years, from age six to nine, Zhang Lei had gone from having virtually no innate Spiritual Power to level two, thanks to the 'Hoe Swinging Technique' for physical training, occasional hypnotic deep sleep sessions with Ling Yi to regulate his body, and spontaneous instinctive cultivation.

Of course, the improved diet and occasional nourishing dishes like ginseng chicken soup from both the Ling and Zhang families also played a significant role.

After agreeing to patrol the Old Forest together the next day, Ling Yi saw Zhang Lei out of his courtyard and returned to his room.

He flopped onto the bed, shoes still on, feet dangling off the edge, and lay there, staring at the ceiling beams.

For a long time.

Finally, Ling Yi muttered through gritted teeth, "MD (a mild swear word)—!"

This was a rare outburst of frustration, the first since he realized he had no special abilities and had to start from scratch in this new world.

It was because Ling Yi had discovered that his arrogance and carelessness had led him into a Cognitive Obstacle.

It turned out that the Basic Meditation Technique had a phrase, "Outer Side of the Tip of the Pinky Finger," which Ling Yi had subconsciously interpreted as the outer side of the tip of the pinky, on the edge of the palm.

Because the Spiritual Power flow during his own soul summoning followed this route, Ling Yi was even more convinced of his interpretation.

Over the years, although Ling Yi hadn't deliberately shown off, he had always succeeded in whatever he set out to do.

Like raising wild chickens and rabbits for the Ling family, the Zhang family's fish pond, and the reclamation of fields in Mountain Sea Village…

Even though these achievements weren't particularly remarkable, Ling Yi couldn't help but feel a bit arrogant.

Ling Yi never thought he would make such a basic mistake. Now, thinking about it, he felt a bit embarrassed.

In a way, he had made a similar mistake to the illiterate Mei Chaofeng in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes."

Those two misinterpreted the "Powerful Finger Technique" in the Nine Yin Manual, thinking that "five fingers exerting force, nothing can withstand it, breaking the enemy's head like piercing rotten earth" meant they had to insert their fingers into the enemy's skull. They believed they had to practice this way, turning a high-level martial art into a bizarre "Nine Yin Bone Claw."

Ling Yi had once mocked them, thinking that as a disciple of Huang Yaoshi, one of the few scholars in the Jin Yong universe, they should at least have decent reading comprehension.

Who would have thought that he, having transmigrated to the culturally underdeveloped Douluo Continent, would make a similar mistake? If his former life's fellow readers knew, they would probably laugh at him for a year.

Fortunately, he had a solo transmigration, and this embarrassing history was known to no one else. Otherwise, he would have to find a way to keep it a secret—by Master Ling's inner monologue.

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