The Yellowish Sky

"Taoist scripture?"

"Yes, and it's only been a few days. What are you anxious about?" Zhong Liuchuan laughed.

Like his situation in this village, there was nothing specific for him to do except to read and practice. He did neither slow or fast. The less he desired, the faster the practice went. He was a little surprised by the progress he had made.

"I have been idle for so many days," Jia Zizai said. "I finally have something to do, so I am very attentive."

"It is counterproductive."

"Well, you are right."

"Drink some tea." Zhong Liuchuan poured a cup of tea for him.

The tea was very fragrant.

"Brother, how well has Mr. Wang performed?"

"Well, I can't say." Zhong Liuchuan was silent for a while.

"I've only seen the tip of the iceberg. He can move forward dozens of feet in a step."

"Dozens of feet in one step? Is he shrinking feet into inches?"