President Bingshan’s personal doctor

Chapter 2041 One hundred and eight moves
  The troops of the Guangming Cult came in force and did not stop for a moment as they set off.

Looking at the desert filled with yellow sand flying in the sky, Remus' eyes were a little distracted.

"Priest of Thunder and Lightning, what are you thinking about?" Blackwood Priest Cang Lin glanced at Remus and said calmly, "This was once a battlefield, but now it has become so desolate. It is really sad."

Remus didn't look at him: "Things are different and people are different."

"What object and who? Could it be that there are old friends of the Thunder Priest here?" Cang Lin smiled, looked at the barren yellow sand around him, and said casually, "I'm afraid they are all buried in this loess."

Remus ignored it and half-closed his eyes.

Seeing that Remus ignored him, Cang Lin didn't say anything anymore and stood quietly waiting. Not far away, the three chief adjudicators were there.

"Susu...!"

The loess in the distance squirmed, and there was a rustling sound. The ground rose high, as if something was crawling.

Everyone looked over.

"Shh-!"

A figure sprang out from the loess, rushed to Judge Tingfeng, and knelt down respectfully.

"See the Chief Judge!"

"No courtesy!" Tingfeng stretched out his hand and glanced down, "How about, is the whereabouts of the person you were staring at?"

"Reply to the judge! That Su Han has left the Peacock Garden and gone to Wuliang Temple!" The short man replied, "We are powerless to stop him!"

How could they stop it with just a few intelligence officers?

Tingfeng frowned slightly, said nothing, waved his hand, and the man disappeared into the ground again.

"Wuliang Temple...Su Han is smart and went to Wuliang Temple, but how could he get in?" Tingfeng frowned, his face not very pretty, he turned to look at the other two chief judges, "What should we do now? He went to Wuliang Temple."

"The leader's order this time is for you to be responsible. You have the final say." Kanyu Judgment said calmly with a smile on his face, "The leader said that Su Han must be brought back. We are just here to assist you. It’s up to you to arrange how to do it specifically.”

The chief judge Wen Xiang nodded slightly, agreeing.

Tingfeng snorted and cursed secretly in his heart. Now that these two old guys know that things are not easy to handle, they will stop fighting with him.

But Wuliang Temple is not an ordinary place. Even the Guangming Sect does not dare to provoke it easily.

Others don’t know the reason why the Western Region became a desert back then. How can they, the people of the Guangming God Sect, still not know?
  If it weren't for Wuliang Temple, the Ancient Heavenly Court could definitely be completely eradicated... How could there still be a little bit of remnants left? I still don't know if it has been completely eradicated.

Everyone is staring at Tingfeng, he is the leader now, and they will naturally follow his orders whatever they want to do.

"Listen to my order!" Tingfeng turned around, looked at the Seven-Colored Banner Cult, and said loudly, "Go to Wuliang Temple immediately to capture the evil remnant Su Han!"

After saying that, he walked away, followed immediately by the two chief adjudicators, and then several high priests.

Remus looked at the desert-like Western Region with complicated eyes. Without saying anything, he followed everyone towards Wuliang Temple.

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Quietness is Su Han's greatest feeling. Even with the lively and cute little girl Xiangxiang, the place is still quiet.

Xiangxiang was worried about Su Han's safety and refused to play. The Tiger King promised her several times before the girl was willing to take Qin Keyu everywhere to play.

Su Han walked alone in Wuliang Temple, watching the monks practicing from a distance for several hours.

He remained motionless, looking at different people with different postures and indescribable calm expressions on their faces. The path he took was completely different from his own and completely different from others.

"There are one hundred and eight postures in total. Are these one hundred and eight exercises?" Su Han looked at it seriously, and his mind was attracted.

In the open space in the distance, many monks performed various moves. Su Han counted them carefully. There were one hundred and eight kinds in total. According to his memory, one hundred and eight postures were constantly rolling, as if turning the pages of a book. Watch it, keep replaying it in your mind.

It's like a kind of skill that, when performed continuously, has a certain charm. The monks in front of them only master a part of it.

Su Han was completely immersed in his own world, looking at the monks in front of him, as if his soul had leaped out, completely lost his mind.

"I didn't expect that this kid could understand something just by looking at the formation. It's really not easy." Not far away, the Tiger King stood there, looking at Su Han standing there from a distance, and kept nodding. "The person that big brother likes is interesting."

He touched his white beard, and a smile appeared on his face: "If you don't have any skills at all, you won't be able to enter this Wuliang Temple."

The Tiger King's eyes swept across Su Han, looking at Su Han from top to bottom. He paused for a moment on his finger and couldn't help but look stunned.

"Soul ring?" Tiger King's eyes moved, "No, it's just a fake. It scared me."

He exhaled, thinking he saw something terrible, but seeing that Su Han was still watching intently, he stopped disturbing him.

Su Han didn't feel the coming and going of the Tiger King, and quietly watched the monks meditate, assuming various strange postures, and completely engraved them in his mind.

After a long time, his eyes gradually lit up, and then, as if he was completely out of sight, he slowly raised his hand and executed the first move. His movements were standard, even more accurate than those monks who had been practicing for decades.

Several monks were attracted by Su Han and turned their heads to look over, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Su Han didn't notice at all and continued to assume the second posture. He was like a tiger, lying on the ground with his spine curled up, and his spine was raised high, like a bow!

Full of explosive power!

Revealing explosive beauty!

Several more monks looked over, and they were the same people who were in the same posture as Su Han.

Seeing Su Han's movements, their faces showed a rare change of expression. Their faces, which were like stone sculptures, gradually swelled, and their eyes were full of surprise, surprise, and disbelief.

Then came the third pose. Su Han lost himself in his own world and kept doing various weird poses.

Sometimes it's like a dragon, sometimes it's like a tiger, sometimes it's like a giant crane spreading its wings, sometimes it's like a poisonous snake spitting out a message!

More and more monks gathered around, surrounding Su Han, staring at Su Han's actions, and even couldn't help but start talking.

Su Han, on the other hand, was completely immersed in his own world, playing all one hundred and eight moves. Suddenly, a hearty feeling came to his heart!

Su Han didn't stop and continued to type a second time and a third time. His movements became faster and smoother, and a unique Taoist charm gradually spread out. Many monks' eyes even lost their focus... …

(End of this chapter)