I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 160 The Core Inheritance of the Wukong Sword Sect (4000 words)
"Yes, Master."

Fang Qingran obediently agreed.

Seeing this scene, the old man stroked his gray beard in satisfaction, stood with his hands behind his back, and squinted at the other apprentices on the sidelines, showing an expression of hatred:
"Look at each of you, am I telling you to study hard every day?
As a result, each of them fished for three days and posted on the net for two days, and now they are all better, and they are all overtaken by the younger brother who is the latest to learn swords. Are you ashamed?
Especially you, fourth child, if I remember correctly, your thirteen meditation postures should have been practiced day after day for more than ten years, why are you still distracted so much? "

"I……"

The fourth senior brother, known as the fourth child, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything after a long time.

The drooping palms were clenched tightly, and then separated again. He repeated this action several times. He suddenly took a deep breath, as if he had made some important decision, and bowed to the end:
"Master, I have a request!"

"Ok?"

The loud and loud words instantly attracted the old man's attention, his eyes paused, and he fell on the simple-faced Fourth Senior Brother:
"What request?"

His eyes rolled, and a mocking smile appeared on his old face:

"Fourth, you are not young anymore. I remember Xiaohua from the village at the foot of the mountain. She seems to be interested in you. Do you want to invite me as a teacher..."

Hearing the master's words, the fourth senior brother couldn't help showing a look of embarrassment:
"No, that's not the case."

"what is that?"

The old school master raised his eyebrows.

"I... I hope to ask Master to allow me to go down the mountain to practice!"

He narrated his request aloud, and the smiling face of the old school master suddenly changed color at this moment, extremely gloomy.

"No!"

The old man's tone was beyond reproach.

"Yes, the former senior brother and the second senior brother can travel down the mountain. Master, don't you allow them all?"

The fourth senior brother shrank his head, but couldn't help but make a sound.

The old school lord stared:
"Then was then, and now is now!

Besides, fourth brother, do you have the strength of your senior and second senior brothers?

Nowadays, the world is very dangerous, and that thing called anomalous point is appearing more and more frequently. If you go out of the mountain, be careful that you will never have a chance to come back and take a look!
Master, I will not go out to collect your corpses! "

With a sullen expression on his face, he flicked his sleeve robe:
"Don't mention this matter again, Yuan Hui, you continue to guide the big guy in cultivation, Qing Huan, follow me."

"Yes."

Many fellow disciples responded sparsely, only the fourth senior brother bowed his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

When the master of the old sect walked more than ten steps away, the fourth senior brother suddenly raised his head, and said to the old man's back:

"Then if I have the strength of the Second Senior Brother and the First Senior Brother, will you still stop me, Master?
Master, we follow you to practice superb swordsmanship, isn't it for wielding the sword to wipe out those ghosts and ghosts of unknown origin, and to restore the world to a brighter world? !

Some time ago, that newly promoted sword master..."

The old master's footsteps paused for a moment, but he quickly stepped forward again. This time, he left at a faster pace and left a word impatiently.

"He is Gu Donglai, is your name Gu Donglai?"

Fang Qingran followed behind the old master step by step, and the old man in front of him couldn't stop muttering along the way:

"Thinking about things all day long!
Meditate and meditate, I don’t know what kind of mind is quiet! "

Walking halfway, he seemed to have remembered something, looked sideways slightly, glanced at Fang Qingran from the corner of his eye, and scrutinized him secretly.

Just following, Fang Qingran suddenly heard a seemingly inadvertent question from the old master:

"Qing Huan, what do you think about the fact that your fourth senior brother wants to go down the mountain to practice?"

"I……"

Fang Qingran was silent.

He didn't even understand the setting of this abnormal point, so he couldn't talk about it.

After deliberating for a moment, he said:

"I listen to Master."

As if he did not expect to get such a reply, the old master looked at the young man in surprise for a while.

"Qing Huan, you have grown up and become much more mature than before."

There was some emotion in his words, he led the way and said:

"I know, you young lads, more or less look down on me, an old guy who hides from the world.

But so what? "

He had a good time:
"No matter what you think, my temper is like a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard, and I can't change it in this life!
Before I entered the coffin, I had two goals, one was to pass on the Wukong swordsmanship, and the other was to find a companion for my good granddaughter!
Before any goal is achieved, even if I die, I have to open my eyes and crawl back. "

While talking, he led Fang Qingran to a small building behind the mountain that was a bit crude but cleaned quite cleanly.

This is a shrine.

Pushing open the door and entering, Fang Qingran saw the memorial tablets enshrined on them, surrounded by incense.

"It's not the first time you've come here, you should know that the people enshrined here are the past masters of our Wukong Sword Sect, as well as those who have made great contributions and outstanding figures in the sect.

Back then, we had to make individual statues for them, but unfortunately, our Sword Sect is a little bit shy now, so we can only keep things simple.

After worshiping them with me, you will be eligible to inherit my Wukong swordsmanship, the most core one. "

The master of the old school put a few new sticks of incense in front of the incense burner, he said softly:
"Originally, I thought you might have to wait at least a few years before you were eligible to contact me. Unexpectedly, your progress in practicing the thirteen meditation postures is much faster than I imagined."

"The core inheritance of the Wukong Sword Sect?"

Fang Qingran was stunned.

He got the long-lost thirteen postures of meditation in this abnormal point, and even had the opportunity to practice the Three Absolute Swords of Selflessness. He was already very satisfied. He didn't expect that there was a big treasure waiting for him here?
The master of the old sect seemed to like to see the surprised expressions of his apprentices, so he deliberately waited a little longer before continuing:
"To be precise, it is the pre-key of the core inheritance."

His eyes unconsciously scanned several tablets, and the old man's voice became a little low:
"Qing Huan, don't you think that our Wukong Sword Sect is a small inheritance. Although it has declined in recent decades, but when it comes to the past...

do you know?Your master, I was the youngest, the weakest, and the one with the lowest talent in the Wukong Sword Sect back then. "

A ray of reminiscence emerged in the cloudy eyes:
"If they can all come back alive, I think my Wukong Sword Sect is now..."

Speaking of this, he seemed to be overwhelmed with anger, and snorted again:
"Thinking about going out all day, what good is going out!

How many people were guarded by the master and senior brother with one sword at a time, and now I still remember them, isn't it just me, a bad old man?
As soon as I close my eyes, everything will turn into a passing cloud! "

Following the example of the old-school lord following the gourd painting, he bowed earnestly for a few times, and the old man's greeting sounded in Fang Qingran's ear:

"Come with me."

On the way to the quiet room, he occasionally glanced at Fang Qingran, and when he reached the front of the building, he suddenly said:

"Qing Huan, practice the thirteen meditation postures in front of me again."

Fang Qingran couldn't figure out what kind of medicine this old school master was selling in his gourd, but he agreed immediately without hesitation.

Relying on the comprehension state of "the unity of man and sword" that time, he has sufficient confidence in his thirteen meditation postures, and he will never show his feet.

From the first pose to the final pose, he rehearsed it completely. He didn't know if it was his illusion. He felt that the old master's eyes seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, and he couldn't hide his joy in his calmness.

"I knew I read it right. Your thirteen meditation postures are not a great achievement, but have entered the level of perfection!"

The old school master was inexplicably excited.

It is difficult for Fang Qingran to understand this excitement, because even the lost ancient swordsmanship, in his eyes, is at best a sword move that is rated as an elementary level.

What he didn't know was that the thirteen postures of meditation belong to the sword moves that are easy to get started, but extremely difficult to practice to the highest level.

As long as you work hard enough, you can achieve small or even great success. It's just a matter of time, but perfection is very different.

Throughout the ages of Wukong Kendo, there have been less than ten people who have been able to practice the thirteen postures of meditation taught at the beginning, and only the founder of the sect to complete the detachment.

"Theoretically speaking, one only needs to cultivate the thirteen postures of meditation to great success, and then one can control the entire inheritance of Wukong swordsmanship. This is also the reason why most Wukong sword sect disciples don't pay too much attention to it after they have practiced to great success. but……"

The master of the old school excitedly patted Fang Qingran on the shoulder:

"Qing Huan, maybe you might be able to bring a new improvement to my Wukong Sword Sect!"

He walked away with full motivation, only leaving a sentence from afar:

"You go to the quiet room and wait for me."

Sitting in the quiet room for a few minutes, Fang Qingran waited for the returning old master.

He carried a long box into the quiet room.

After carefully wiping the surface of the long box, he solemnly placed the long box between the two of them.

However, he was not in a hurry to open it, and said faintly:

"Qing Huan, listen carefully."

Fang Qingran quickly concentrated.

The next moment, the old man closed his eyes and recited the secret formula.

Fang Qingran listened carefully, relying on his own foundation of swordsmanship, he didn't have much difficulty in comprehending this formula.

He could tell that this was talking about a sword move.

However, the strange thing is that there is no description of posture or force-making skills.

I have been emphasizing a thing called 'meaning'.

After a while, the old master opened his eyes:

"Qing Huan, have you remembered everything I just said?"

"Um……"

Fang Qingran nodded, but when he was about to say something, the old master stopped him with his eyes.

"I know you didn't understand, but don't ask me because I don't understand either."

Fang Qingran couldn't get rid of the upright look of the old-school boss.

"I just repeated it according to the content in my memory. How can I, an old man in the mere candle state, comprehend this formula?
All I know is that this is the fourth hidden sword in the [Three Absolute Swords of Selflessness] that has been passed down from generation to generation by word of mouth.

It is said that if one truly masters it, one is qualified to open the door of true inheritance of Wukong Sword Dao.

But there is a prerequisite for mastering it, that is, to cultivate the thirteen meditation postures to a perfect level. "

He looked at Fang Qingran with anticipation in his eyes.

He is not talented enough, so after so many years, the thirteen meditation postures still stop at Dacheng.

When I was young, I was unwilling, but now, I have seen it.

As long as the Wukong Sword Sect is still there, the inheritance will be able to reappear one day, and what he has to do is to try his best to protect the last trace of incense in the sect.

For this, he can pay any price, including his own life.

After finishing speaking, he gave Fang Qingran some time to sort out his thoughts, and then motioned him to open the long box:
"Open it, Qing Huan."

Fang Qingran opened the long box, his eyes drooped, and there was a rolled up scroll in the box.

The material of this picture scroll looks quite ordinary, with yellowed edges and corners, but it is still flat.

At least from the surface, no one would think that this is something of high value. At most, it feels like it has a sense of age.

"Unfold it yourself."

The master of the old school gave further instructions and looked at Fang Qingran.

"Did you see what was painted on it?"

Unfolding the picture scroll, he carefully looked at Fang Qingran for a long time, pondered for a long time, and finally shook his head:
"No, what I saw was a blank drawing paper."

"Sure enough..."

The old master sighed, but there was not much disappointment in his brows, as if he had expected it.

"The master of the previous generation once said that when the 'meaning' is initially understood, the content on the scroll will also be revealed.

According to Master, according to each person's "meaning", the content of the picture scroll that can be interpreted is also different.

Perhaps, in another dozen or so decades, the content depicted on the scroll will be displayed in front of your eyes, Qing Huan. "

Seeing Fang Qingran put the scroll back into the long box, a trace of expectation appeared in his eyes:
"I really hope that one day, I can see you all grow to the height of a sword master, but it's a pity that I, the old man, don't have the good fortune.

But before entering the coffin, I can see Qing Huan you emerging, it's God's compensation for me. "

While talking, he suddenly winked and said:

"I'm asking you something, and you have to answer me honestly.

Qing Huan, what do you think of my granddaughter?
You two are childhood sweethearts who grew up together..."

The old man was talking, but the topic didn't know where to turn, Fang Qingran looked at the old-school master who was eloquent, but didn't know what to say.

The other party was imagining Ye Qinghuan's future, looking forward to the future of the Wukong Sword Sect, but...

In the real history, Wukong Sword Sect is like the old man's master and senior brother, like a passing cloud, now, it can only be preserved in the memory of a few people.

"Thinking on the bright side, at least remember the Wukong Sword Sect's past, and now there is one more."

While Fang Qingran was thinking about it, when he was about to put the scroll in the long box and return it to the old man, he never thought that the master of the old school waved his hand and refused:
"What do I want it to do, take it down with me?

Then how can I have the face to meet the ancestors of the past generations, as well as my master and brother? "

The master of the old school didn't see any nostalgia, and said:
"From today onwards, this scroll is yours.

Qing Huan, I just have one request, I hope you come to my grave and burn a handful of paper on the day you comprehend the contents of the painting. "

He showed a happy smile like a child:
"Share share with me."

(End of this chapter)