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Chapter 313 The Wonderful Use of the Thirty-two Phases, Ning Maomao A-ed up (4K)

Xue Jing was pleasantly surprised.

It actually works!

Knowledge was sucked out from Zong Shichan's head. Xue Jing felt something entering his palm, flowing along the channel to his brain, and then entering the consciousness residing in the deepest level of his brain.

The art of hibernating dragons, the art of shaking armor, the art of tiger soul boxing... knowledge of makeup, elementary school Chinese, elementary school mathematics, elementary school history, twenty kinds of beautiful braided hairstyles, how princesses deal with the same-age licking dog kids...

Various fragmented and incomplete pieces of knowledge kept flowing in, and Xue Jing frowned.

What a mess.

As he absorbed more knowledge, Xue Jing felt that his mind was like a person with his hands raised, with heavy objects constantly being added to his hands, and his mental burden was becoming heavier and heavier.

“Is this what it feels like when someone is [initiated] and quickly receives knowledge that doesn’t belong to them?”

Xue Jing pondered.

He carefully controlled the speed of absorbing knowledge, observing Zong Shichan's condition at all times, and would stop once he found that she was in an abnormal state.

But unlike those who received the [initiation], the little girl did not seem to feel any burden. Instead, she looked at her master with blinking eyes, as if she did not react much.

"The knowledge I absorbed is too vast, fragmented and messy... In this case, I'm afraid this trick won't be as useful as I thought."

"Quickly absorbing this knowledge that does not belong to me is already a heavy mental burden. A person's mind has an absurd amount of knowledge. If I cannot accurately absorb the knowledge I want, then the contents of this teenager's mind alone are enough to overwhelm my mental endurance."

"It seems that the idea of ​​catching people everywhere to absorb their martial arts skills, gathering the strengths of thousands of families, and accelerating the practice of the near-god-level move of 'Return to Nothingness and Return to Oneness' is a bit unrealistic..."

Xue Jing shook his head slightly.

At this moment, bursts of golden light suddenly began to emanate from the depths of his consciousness.

The golden light grew brighter and brighter, spreading out and staying at the periphery of consciousness.

The vast amount of knowledge fragments transmitted from the little girl, the moment they came into contact with the golden light, most of them melted away quickly like snow under the scorching sun.

The sudden scene startled Xue Jing, who was looking inward.

The fragments of knowledge that were not dissolved by the golden light successfully reached Xue Jing's consciousness.

All of them are...Tiger Soul Fist related content.

This was the martial art that Zong Shichan practiced before he became Xue Jing's disciple and switched to practicing Canglong Style. It was unique in terms of training and utilizing strength, but it was not suitable for women with naturally weak bodies.

This was also what Xue Jing subconsciously felt. It was the only knowledge the little girl possessed that was useful to him.

"Golden light... could it be the 'body emitting light'?"

One of the thirty-two characteristics of the Buddha is that the Buddha's body light can shine outside the body, extending for ten feet in all directions. It is said that this light can "remove confusion and break through obstacles."

This aspect has been manifested in Xue Jing before. When he practiced Nirvana Kung Fu while sleeping, a faint golden light would appear on his body.

I didn't expect it could work in a place like this.

"Removing doubts and breaking barriers... This is a filter that can block out everything I don't want and only let the 'knowledge' I want pass through."

Xue Jing was pleasantly surprised.

Under the shining golden light, of all the fragments of knowledge close to his consciousness, only those related to Tiger Soul Fist could truly enter.

As a result, Xue Jing's mental burden was immediately reduced, and this level of knowledge was nothing more than a gentle breeze and drizzle to him.

Time passed slowly, twenty minutes later.

None of the fragments of knowledge that surged from the little girl could pass through the filter of the golden light. Seeing this, Xue Jing slowly withdrew his hand.

"Master, are you ready?"

Zong Shichan saw this and asked with concern.

Xue Jing nodded and said, "I'm fine. How do you feel?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xue Jing's face froze... He always felt that there was something strange about this conversation.

Zong Shichan was very confused: "No, Master, did you do anything to me?"

Hearing this, Xue Jing's eyes lit up with understanding, and he almost understood the principle of [initiation].

This extraordinary skill will place a heavy mental burden on the party receiving the knowledge, experience and insights. This is the price of quickly receiving knowledge that does not belong to oneself.

As for the party that is delivering the things, it only needs to expend a little of its own mental energy to "print" its own things and send them to the other party.

Simply put, the knowledge that the person who gives the initiation already has is equivalent to the "mold" of movable type printing. Giving the initiation to others is like adding a layer of ink to the mold and printing it on others.

The person being initiated must quickly carve out his or her own 'mold' based on the content of the 'ink'.

Xue Jing was worried that the 'absorption power' would harm Zong Shichan, so he operated it very carefully, just applying ink to her template little by little, and then printing it over.

This kind of operation was not very mentally taxing, and after Xue Jing's careful and slow execution, the little girl didn't feel anything at all.

...But after listening to what the little girl said, why did Xue Jing feel a little unhappy for some reason?

"Come on, stick your head over here again, and I'll give you a BUFF."

Xue Jing smiled and waved to Zong Shichan.

"okay!"

Zong Shichan smiled, lowered his head like a monk receiving ordination, and stretched his head forward.

Master’s hands are so warm and comfortable… “Woooaaaaaaah!!”

The little girl shuddered, and a stream of knowledge forcefully poured into her body. She screamed in pain as if she was under a spell:

"Master, Master, stop reciting!"

Everything about Huang Po Gong and the various Taoist scriptures with extremely complex information were as if an old scholar was explaining them word by word and forcing her to accept and understand them.

"Master...Master, I can't do it anymore!"

……

By the time Xue Jing's hand left Zong Shichan's crown, the little girl was already lying on the ground with lifeless eyes, drooling.

"Just practice like this first, and we'll work on the rest later."

Xue Jing looked at Zong Shichan at his feet, nodded and said.

The knowledge and insights related to Huang Po Gong are extremely numerous and complex, and Zong Shichan's mental strength is difficult to bear all at once. Xue Jing only passed on the most basic part to her first, so that she can at least start practicing formally.

The little girl couldn't speak now and could only make some sounds like "Aba Aba". Xue Jing took it as her way of saying that she understood.

Afterwards, Xue Jing stayed in the Canglong Dojo for a day.

In addition to daily martial arts training, he also studied the "Tiger Soul Fist" he learned from his young apprentice.

This martial art is quite unique in the circulation and training of energy, and can gradually develop a powerful Tiger Soul Body.

Although Xue Jing didn't know how to practice rotation, the martial arts knowledge contained in it still gave him some inspiration, allowing him to have some ideas for improving his use of strength and power.

The disciples of Canglong Dojo were basically very busy. Apart from the second and third senior brothers who were always outside and whom Xue Jing had never seen before, and senior sister Zhu who was missing and could not be contacted, Xue Jing only saw senior sister Meng who returned to the dojo for lunch at noon the whole day.

So, he asked Senior Sister Meng to follow him back to his practice room and gave her a set of [initiation].

What was infused into Senior Sister Meng was also Huang Po Gong. Since she had already been practicing it before, she had a lot of insights into this unique skill. In addition, her spirit was much stronger than Zong Shichan's, so Xue Jing infused her with the entire skill in one breath.

Another day passed, and Xue Jing successively caught up with his senior brother Meng Boshang and his fifth senior brother Chen Fuguang, and gave them both a set of initiations. According to his observation, after receiving initiation, the spirit needs a long time to recover after enduring a great burden. At least among those who had been initiations by him, no one had fully recovered the next day.

Xue Jing had no idea how long it would take to recover, and he had no way of observing it for the time being.

The time for the 'Martial Arts Exam' was approaching, and he had to set off for the Seventh Metropolitan Area.

"Ah Jing~~ I want to go too, take me with you~"

In the living room, Xue Wan held Xue Jing's hand and spoke in a coquettish voice.

Xue Jing summoned the non-existent beast, swallowed the folded clothes on the sofa into the invisible gap, and said indifferently:

"Don't even think about it. You can't go. I'm not even bringing Feng Wan with me this time."

"I won't cause you any trouble, really. More real than Ding Zhen!"

Xue Wan said with a pitiful look.

Xue Jing glanced at her and said, "Did you forget something?"

"What?" Xue Wan was stunned.

Xue Jing reminded him, "Winter vacation is about to end, and you have to go back to school, buddy."

Xue Wan covered his face with his hands. "You actually told a student 'school is about to start'. There is nothing more cruel than this. Are you a devil? I have been pretending that I have forgotten about it!"

"You're going to start school."

“You actually said it again!!!”

Xue Wan was furious.

Xue Jing stood up, picked up the coat on the backrest and put it on, saying calmly:

"Okay, let's face reality. There will be plenty of opportunities to travel outside the city in the future. For now, just go to school."

Xue Wan lay down on the sofa, hugged a pillow and shouted, "No! How can a student's duty be to go to school? This is too weird. There is definitely something wrong with the rules of operation of this society!"

"I don't want to go to school. It's not me who's wrong, it's society!"

Xue Jing said speechlessly: "Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

After a while of fooling around, Xue Wan went out angrily to play with his friends.

"Are you sure you don't need me to follow you?"

After Xue Wan left, Maomao spoke reluctantly.

Xue Jing smiled and stroked her furry head, saying:

"We'll be back soon, so it shouldn't take too long. We might have to go to the border area, and we don't know how long we'll have to stay there. I don't think we can take you in based on the rules there."

"It's not good to leave Yunqin alone at home, you stay here with her, I'll be back soon."

A faint platinum light burst out, Ning Fengwan turned into a human, put on clothes, and walked in front of Xue Jing.

She gently raised her beautiful face, looked at Xue Jing with her narrow and strong eyes, and whispered, "Lower your head."

"Hmm?" Xue Jing was puzzled, but did as he was told.

The next moment, I felt a warm touch on my lips.

Yun Qin, who was cleaning the room in a classic maid outfit, shyly put down her broom, covered her eyes with her hands, and secretly looked over there through her fingers.

The sizzling sound continued for a long time.

Just when Xue Jing's Denglong Sword had already ascended to the sky and he began to instinctively think about doing something else, Ning Fengwan pushed him away.

Looking at Ning Fengwan, who was breathing slightly, with flushed cheeks, extremely beautiful and exuding amazing charm, Xue Jing hesitated and said:

"Is this blessing the 'fragrance of lovingkindness' for me?"

Ning Fengwan turned her head to the side, not looking at him, and snorted, "No."

"I just want to kiss you, isn't that okay?"

Feeling the sweetness left in his mouth, Xue Jing chuckled and said, "My Lord, of course you can do whatever you want."

He put his arms around Ning Fengwan's slender waist and was about to take advantage of the situation to do something else.

"The rest... we'll talk about it when you come back."

Ning Fengwan felt Xue Jing's hand gradually sliding down from her waist, her face became a little redder, and she quickly spoke.

Xue Jing raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Are you serious?"

Ning Fengwan rolled her eyes at him in a coquettish manner: "Of course it's true, why would I lie to you?"

Seeing that she finally figured it out and stopped playing the tsundere role that had long been out of fashion, Xue Jing immediately smiled.

"Okay, wait until I come back."

He pinched the cheek of the shy little maid next to him with great pleasure and walked out of the house.

Looking at Xue Jing's back, Ning Fengwan put her hand on her chest, felt her pounding heart, and breathed a sigh of relief.

She slumped down on the sofa, but felt a wet and cool sensation between her buttocks. She realized what it was and immediately blushed. She jumped up and walked towards the bathroom.

After cleaning up, she washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror with a face full of seductiveness, feeling a little annoyed.

"You are such a loser. You clearly seduced him, but why did you get ..."

Ning Fengwan sighed slightly, her eyes filled with worry.

Although she had experienced it once, she was still not used to being separated from Xue Jing.

Once I can't be with him, it feels like half of my life is gone and I feel empty.

This time, the reason for such an impulsive action was also out of worry.

Xue Jing is a person who often encounters various unexpected things, and the value on the attribute table also proves that this is not an illusion.

Even though she knew how powerful he was, Ning Fengwan couldn't help but feel worried.

So, on impulse, she went for it and made a promise that there would be a follow-up, hoping that he would come back.

"Wait, I think I set a flag for him?"

Ning Fengwan's eyes suddenly widened, and she realized what was happening.

Isn't this similar to returning home to get married after a war?

Ning Fengwan rubbed her hair frantically.

"Why would I do something like this, just to set a flag for him?"

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

The impulse gradually passed, and Ning Fengwan was so ashamed that she wanted to stuff herself into the toilet and shut herself up.

……

(I feel depressed. I haven’t been beaten by the reviewer for a long time. I forgot this fear for a moment and was taught a lesson again.)

(End of this chapter)