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Chapter 113: Dragon Elephant Prajna, Qiao Feng Arrives

"I seem to have heard of this martial art somewhere?" Murong Bo said thoughtfully.

Hong Chen said frankly: "This is a magical skill that is regarded as the supreme guardian skill by the Tantric Buddhism. It is divided into thirteen levels. Its external skills can make the palm force powerful and domineering, and fierce and unmatched. Every time you practice a level, you can increase the power of a dragon and an elephant. When you practice the thirteenth level, you will have the power of thirteen dragons and thirteen elephants. It can be said that thousands of troops will be easily scared, and gods and ghosts cannot be defeated."

"So powerful?" Murong Bo was shocked.

He had already had personal experience with Hong Chen's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, which was also known as the most masculine and powerful martial art. The sudden attack nearly ruptured his internal organs and caused him to vomit blood on the spot.

If on this basis, he adds the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung, which is also an external skill and is said to be supreme, as well as the deep internal strength of the North Sea Divine Art, then how terrifying would his strength be?
However, Murong Bo felt frightened but also excited.

Because Hong Chen has already obtained the Beiming Divine Art, and he still has to rely on him to obtain the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art. So can't he practice it after he gets it?
Even if he lacks the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, I think the gap won't be as despairing as before.

What's more, the Bei Ming Divine Art has never caused any waves in the martial arts world. He guessed that Hong Chen should have rarely or even never used this technique to absorb the internal energy of others.

Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect have produced such ridiculous decent people.

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately asked, "There are many temples of the Tantric tradition in Tibet. Where should I go to find one?"

"This is what you need to consider. The Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra is indeed very powerful, but the first level is very simple. Even a person with dull aptitude can master it in one or two years. The second level is twice as deep as the first level and requires three or four years of practice. Therefore, the first few levels of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra are not secrets in the Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. Even some ordinary people know it."

Murong Bo was more and more surprised: "How could there be such a miraculous martial art in the world?"

Hong Chen smiled and said, "You will know after you practice it yourself. Remember, I want all thirteen floors, not even one floor missing. You should set off as soon as possible, and we can talk about the other two things after you come back."

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra is not well-known in the Central Plains at present, but a few hundred years later, the birth of a Tantric genius will make it famous in the Central Plains, and it will also become the enlightenment skill for countless people in the heavens and all realms.

With the palm power of the tenth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Paramita, King Jinlun was able to rival Yang Guo's Palm of Desolation, while Yang Guo's internal strength at that time had already surpassed the five great masters of the world.

Hong Chen also believed that the Dragon Elephant Prajnaparamita Skill and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms must be the perfect match among the perfect matches.

Unfortunately, there is no such combination in the original novel. Guo Jing, the "fool", certainly cannot practice the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra to the level of King Jinlun, and King Jinlun is destined not to learn the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

If you add the Nine Yang Magic Art, it would be like Bulbasaur eating Cheetos and entering Mickey Mouse Clubhouse - it's so magical!
Unfortunately, the Nine Yin Scriptures are nowhere to be seen in this era, and Huang Shang is still serving as an official.

Of course, the Bei Ming Divine Art is known for its profoundness. Its internal force is like the ocean, with the power of a tsunami at any time. It is equally strong and domineering, and it has the characteristics that all martial arts in the world can be used by it. Compared with the Nine Yang Divine Art, it is more gentle like water. It has both yin and yang, hardness and softness, which is more in line with the great way of heaven and earth, and even the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is the same.

Bei Ming Divine Art comes from Taoism, and Nine Yin Manual is derived from Wanshou Daozang. At the same time, he is also a Tai Chi master, so he is naturally very interested in Taoist classics. Maybe, just like Murong Bo said just now, he may really create a martial art in the future.

"Okay, I will set off for Tibet tomorrow." Murong Bo agreed, glanced at Murong Fu, and said, "Then I will take my son away from here first. As for my identity..."

"What happened today will not be leaked."

"Thank you!"

Murong Bo turned around, grabbed Murong Fu by the back of his neck, used his lightness skill to leap away and disappeared.

Li Qingluo had many questions at this moment, but now was obviously not the time to communicate. She immediately rushed to Wang Yuyan, looked at her with her eyes closed, and tears and blood seemed to be flowing from the corners of her eyes. She couldn't help but call out anxiously.

But Wang Yuyan, who had already fallen into a coma, could not hear her voice at all, so she quickly turned around and looked at Hong Chen.

"Master Hong, please save Yuyan!" Li Qingluo hugged her daughter and burst into tears.

Hong Chen flashed in front of her, grabbed Wang Yuyan's wrist, and quickly said: "She's fine, she just fainted due to anger." He wiped the blood and tears from the corners of Wang Yuyan's eyes and said: "Her eyes may be injured, but it's not serious. She will be fine after a few more days of rest. But she was quite stimulated today. When she wakes up, you must not be angry with her again."

Li Qingluo cried, "The purpose of today's performance is to let her see Murong Fu's true face. In the end, it's because I care about her safety. Usually, I am at most serious, how can I bear to get angry with her?"

"I know, so I also hope she can understand your good intentions."

Afterwards, Hong Chen first entered the Langhuan Jade Cave and woke up A-Bi who was unconscious due to acupuncture. Then he came out, picked up Wang Yuyan and sent her to her previous residence.

He wrote a prescription and gave it to A-Bi to get the medicine and boil it. Seeing Li Qingluo sitting by the window holding Wang Yuyan's hand and crying silently, he sighed softly and stepped forward.

"Okay, stop crying. I know you feel bad for her, but from now on I think she will never have any thoughts about Murong Fu again, and she will never trust any man again. As a mother, you have done a good job."

Hong Chen gently held her face and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks with a handkerchief.

Li Qingluo's tears were not as full of grievance as those of a young girl, but the crying of a mature woman also had a unique lethality, because their tears were often caused by more specific things, and therefore were more distressing.

She said nothing, but just leaned quietly into Hong Chen's arms, her eyes still fixed on her daughter on the bed.

At this moment, there was not much romance between the two of them, but their hearts seemed to be closer to each other, and the effect was no less than the blood and energy that Hong Chen had paid before.

evening.

Wang Yuyan woke up slowly.

When Li Qingluo saw her abnormal bloodshot eyes, she couldn't help crying again: "It's my mother who is sorry for you!"

Correspondingly, Wang Yuyan cried even more sadly than her, holding her tightly and unwilling to let go: "Mom, I was wrong..."

Seeing the mother and daughter pouring out their hearts to each other, Hong Chen very tactfully left quietly.

During the journey, A-Bi brought medicine and porridge several times. Hong Chen asked several times and learned that there was nothing serious, so he felt relieved.

That night, Li Qingluo ate and slept with Wang Yuyan and her daughter.

Hong Chen and A-Bi opened their own kitchen at Mantuo Villa.

"Sir, do we really not care about Murong Fu?" A Bi changed the address and couldn't help frowning when she said this name.

As a woman, she could empathize with Wang Yuyan's pain even more.

Putting herself in his shoes, she thought that if the man she loved did something like this, she would be even more angry and even extreme than Wang Yuyan. Hong Chen saw what she was thinking, smiled and picked up some food for her, saying, "Just because you don't care now doesn't mean you won't care in the future."

Assuming that Hong Chen is a farmer, then Murong Fu and Murong Bo are the leeks that have just grown in his field, which are far from reaching their most plump state.

Bei Ming Divine Art is the fertilizer that Hong Chen, the diligent old farmer, applies to them.

Seeing A-Bi's puzzled expression, he added: "Don't you think we should let the victim take revenge himself?"

A-Bi was startled, then helplessly said: "Sir, Sister Wang doesn't know martial arts."

Hong Chen still said the same thing: "Just because it won't happen now doesn't mean it won't happen in the future."

"What do you mean, Master?"

"Do you believe that the first thing she did after she recovered was to practice martial arts?"

This was not a groundless speculation, but Wang Yuyan's eyes were filled with extreme disappointment, not only towards Murong Fu, but also towards herself.

If she knew martial arts, at least she wouldn't have to watch her mother facing life and death crisis without any ability to resist.

People cannot teach people well enough; things can teach people once and for all.

Before, no matter how much you talked, Wang Yuyan had no interest in practicing martial arts.

Now, without anyone telling her, she will work harder than anyone else.

Ah Bi thought about it and nodded heavily: "I believe it! If Sister Wang starts to practice martial arts, I believe she will improve very quickly, and once she is familiar with martial arts, she will definitely become a rare master in the world!"

"Well, you're right, she has the qualifications."

Wang Yuyan’s foundation was so good, the only thing she lacked was internal strength and practical experience.

Sure enough, early the next morning, Li Qingluo brought Wang Yuyan to Hong Chen.

Li Qingluo said politely, "Master Hong, Yuyan wants to learn martial arts, but I don't know many people in the martial arts world. Yesterday, I was saved by you. I think you must be a rare master in the martial arts world. I'm sorry to ask if Master Hong is willing to accept her as his disciple?"

Hong Chen was stunned.

He really didn't expect Li Qingluo to do this.

Looking at Wang Yuyan again, she has recovered a lot, but compared with before, her temperament has become a little colder, and she seems to be a little closer to Xiaolongnu.

Looking at the expectation and pleading in Li Qingluo's eyes, Hong Chen sighed and said, "There's no need to accept me as a disciple. To be honest, Madam Wang and I have another connection. Madam should have guessed it yesterday."

Li Qingluo's eyes were shocked and she asked, "Is it... Bei Ming Divine Art?"

"good."

Her expression suddenly became complicated: "Are you his disciple?"

"That's not the case." Hong Chen immediately shook his head to deny it.

Although he had learned the North Sea Divine Art, he never considered himself as Wuyazi's disciple, but just remembered a favor from him. Of course, even if he didn't want to have too much to do with him now, he seemed to have to call him father-in-law.

"I have never met him. I just inherited the North Sea Divine Art by chance." Hong Chen said and looked at Wang Yuyan. "Since Miss Wang wants to learn martial arts, I will teach you the North Sea Divine Art and Lingbo Weibu completely. This will also be regarded as ending the personal relationship between me and this senior."

Wang Yuyan asked curiously, "Who is this senior that Master Hong is talking about?"

Hong Chen didn't answer, but looked at Li Qingluo.

Li Qingluo sighed deeply and said, "The first time I heard about Bei Ming Divine Art was when I was very young. The person who practiced this martial art at that time... was your grandfather."

Wang Yuyan opened her mouth in surprise.

Afterwards, Hong Chen began to teach Wang Yuyan how to practice the Bei Ming Divine Art. After three days, she had mastered it completely. Although the subsequent Lingbo Weibu was very complicated, it only took her two days to learn it.

In the following time, Wang Yuyan practiced with A-Bi every day. Although she lost more than she won, her progress was visible to the naked eye.

Hong Chen never returned to Hongchen Villa, and Mrs. Wang specially arranged a small courtyard for him to live in.

In addition to instructing Wang Yuyan and A-Bi every day, he also practiced Dou Zhuan Xing Yi. This martial art that was highly praised by the Murong family and the martial arts world was indeed unique. It was very similar to the Bei Ming Divine Art's ability to absorb internal energy and Tai Chi's ability to use the opponent's force to attack. The more Hong Chen delved deeper, the more he felt as if there was a faint flash of inspiration in his mind, and it was getting brighter and brighter.

It was not until half a month later that Garuda came with a letter.

Early in the morning, Hong Chen calmed Li Qingluo down and came to the shore.

A small boat is in sight in the distance.

He sneered, and then walked on the water like duckweed. In a blink of an eye, he had rushed out more than a hundred feet.

"Come!"

A loud shout suddenly echoed.

Qiao Feng on the boat gave a bitter smile, turned around and said: "Azhu, I will have to trouble you to heal my wounds later." After that, without waiting for the surprised Azhu to ask, he jumped up and went to meet him.

Not long after.

Above Lake Tai, two dragon roars sounded one after another!
(End of this chapter)