Chapter 32 Practice Makes Perfec (1/2)
”Oh cut it, Young Master Lian. That Master Xu owns a house in this town. Why would he choose to stay at our inn? Moreover, to charge him a thousand silver per person per day… Unless he lost his mind,” Steward Wu mumbled. Shen Lian was a good person but he could be a little lazy and he jokes unnecessarily.
”Don't worry, he will definitely be here tomorrow. I am sleepy and will go back to my room. Please don't let anyone disturb me.” Shen Lian waved and took the stairs.
His room was the first Tian Zhi Room but for the fun of it, he renamed the room to the President Suite.
He opened the window, as the moon shone. Shen Lian sat cross-legged on his semi-hard bed.
Slowly, he rested his eyelids. A sense of loneliness crept up on him.
”Ain't no sky is high enough. The human spirit, that is the greatest height.”
The ancient people have a saying, ”To have the chest with the risk of a mountain and a heart with the depth of a city. You can't measure a person by their heart but it can bring endless possibilities.”
Shen Lian slowly lost his five senses. The noise by the cicada and the wind too vanished.
The heart was at peace without distractions. The silver-like moonlight reflected a silhouette of Shen Lian's figure.
He was struck by a thought. ”The moonlight goes into full bloom as if an apparatus was enlarging it.”
A silver-white ball of light turned pale yellow as it absorbed the moonlight.
The ball of light shrunk into pea-size and floated to the copper lamp. As it floated pass the wick of the lamp, the room was suddenly lit.
The lamp was in the shape of a goose standing while eating fish. The stomach of the fish, the goose's neck, and its stomach interconnect each other.
The stomach of the fish was filled with water so that the oil and gas of the lamp would flow through the neck to reach the water. Such a mechanism would reduce the oil and smoke smell, keeping the room fresh and clean.
This lamp was not produced in this realm of course. It was an imitation of the ”Han Goose and Fish Copper Lamp” made by Shen Lian.
Steward Wu admired the design of the lamp but was not aware of its uniqueness.
The oil and smoke of the lamp are recycled into the water, causing zero pollution. That was the true concept of meditation, and the lamp served as a constant reminder to Shen Lian.
His outburst of energy was strong enough to condense the moonlight to produce a torch of flame to light up the lamp. The flame might not be of a big magnitude but it was a significant milestone for Shen Lian.
That was beyond martial art; that was magic.
Shen Lian thought to himself. ”If I could post this up on the net, the ability to produce a level one fireball, would I be considered as a protégé of magic?”
He could not help but smile with such an idea.
With his training of the Shenzu Scripture, he had mastered both magic and martial arts.
A gentle breeze hit the lamp and blew on Shen Lian's lapel. The breeze prompted Shen Lian to get up from his bed and admired the moon.
He may have magical powers and was knowledgeable of magic spells but all he asked for was for this moon to last forever.