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Chapter 91: Entering the Boundless, Going Straight to Langhuan

The mountains and rivers blend into a thousand-year-old beauty, and the heaven and earth embrace the world's majesty.

At the foot of Mount Shaoshi, the Qiao family’s thatched cottage has been replaced by an exquisite farmyard.

Hong Chen sat cross-legged on a branch of a tree outside the yard and practiced martial arts. The children standing in the yard looked up at him eagerly.

After a while, the child turned around and ran into the house, and a few minutes later, he ran out with bulging pockets.

"Brother! Brother! Brother!" He stood under the tree and kept calling, as if he would keep calling as long as Hong Chen didn't respond.

After a while, a trace of helplessness finally flashed across Hong Chen's face. He opened his eyes and looked down.

"what happened?"

The child smiled with his gap teeth showing, and took his two little hands out of his pockets and raised them high: "Brother, have some candy!"

Hong Chen: What can I do? He is so young and he gave me candy, so I can only forgive him.

……

Sutra Pavilion.

Hong Chen was able to move freely with Master Lingjing's sign. Master Xuanku said that he could only read Buddhist scriptures and not martial arts, but those unique skills were clearly placed aside and no one was guarding them.

Is this how Shaolin tests its cadres?
Hong Chen really can stand the test. He is not interested in other unique skills at all now. Even if he wants to learn them, he doesn't have to watch them secretly in Shaolin Temple and give himself up to gossip.

He really came to read the Buddhist scriptures. Both the Dragon Capture Technique and the Wood Burning Sword Technique required corresponding Buddhist scriptures to sort out and resolve the fierce evil spirit and hostility that quietly appeared during martial arts training. If he did not adjust in time, then Xuan Cheng's present would be his future. Moreover, in addition to the unique skills, the Sutra Library also had many books on martial arts training experience, actual combat experience summary, Jianghu anecdotes, the history of various sects, etc. Even if Hong Chen was not curious, he would use them as a pastime when he was tired.

In addition, Hong Chen always felt that Shaolin Temple seemed to have tampered with the seventy-two unique skills.

Otherwise, they are all martial arts, so why is your Shaolin Kung Fu so special?
There were bad people among the monks in the past!
As Hong Chen often went in and out of the Sutra Repository, he had naturally seen the Sweeping Monk before.

If they didn't look similar, he really wouldn't have recognized the other person. But he had seen him before, so it wasn't surprising. He couldn't just run up to him and expose him. The other person didn't pay much attention to him, so he just pretended he knew nothing.

Secondly, he also met Xiao Yuanshan, who was hiding in the temple and pretending to be a monk, and even communicated with him.

Hong Chen had nothing to say about this man except pity. There were few people in Tian Long Ba Bu who were more miserable than him. It was not easy for him to endure and survive until now. If he were in his place, Hong Chen doubted that he could do what the other person was doing now.

"This... nephew." Xiao Yuanshan pretended to be from the Hui generation, so he was of course Hong Chen's nephew. Hong Chen was also well-known in Shaolin Temple due to his high generation and long hair, so Xiao Yuanshan naturally knew him.

Xiao Yuanshan did not show any strangeness. He clasped his hands together and bowed his head to salute: "Uncle Master."

Hong Chen could only bear it and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Huishan, have you practiced the seventy-two unique skills?"

"Uncle Master, I don't have much talent, so I only practiced one skill."

"Well, that's not what I'm talking about. What I mean is that no matter how many techniques you practice, once you practice them, you must rely on the corresponding Buddhist scriptures to dissolve the negative energy, otherwise, over time, it will hurt your body. I believe your teacher has also told you this truth, but I think you don't seem to listen. I see that the bloodshot under your eyes is getting more and more every day. I'm afraid that a lot of blood has accumulated. You should read more Buddhist scriptures as soon as possible!"

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned, but he quickly suppressed his surprise and pretended to be panicked and said, "Master uncle taught me this, and I will definitely remember it in my heart!"

"Well, just remember it. Cultivation is not easy, so cherish every moment you have!"

Two years later.

There is another fake monk in the Sutra Repository.

"what's your name?"

"I...a poor monk...Huimu."

"you do not know me?"

"I have just entered the temple."

"Oh, no wonder, my Buddhist name is Xuan Chen."

"... Huimu meets Uncle Master."

"You are welcome, Junior Brother Huimu. I often come to the Sutra Library. If you can't find anything, you can come to me at any time."

Unfortunately, from that day on, Hong Chen seldom saw his junior apprentice brother Huimu again. When they occasionally saw each other from a distance, the other party would immediately turn away, as if avoiding him.

Another year later.

An abandoned baby appeared in front of the gate of Shaolin Mountain. He was taken in by Monk Huilun and given the Buddhist name Xuzhu.

This is just a small matter for Shaolin Temple, because there have always been people who deliberately abandon children at the gate of Shaolin Temple.

Hong Chen took a special look at it. It was very small and he couldn't tell whether it was ugly or not.

But since then, it has been difficult for Hong Chen to face the current abbot, Senior Brother Xuanci, with his original mentality.

This monk had suffered such a great loss at Yanmen Pass, and now he is using his status as the abbot to mess around with others and cause a death. As we all know, the probability of winning the lottery in one go is usually very low, and the ancients would not calculate the ovulation period, which means that he must have made more than one mistake.

"Junior Brother Xuan Chen, do you have anything to say to me?" At a gathering of people of the Xuan generation, Xuan Ci noticed Hong Chen's gaze and asked in confusion.

Hong Chen shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, I just lost my mind for a moment. Brothers, please continue. I will not come to such gatherings in the future. Anyway, I don't have any opinions or suggestions. I will go back to practice first!"

……

This year, Qiao Feng was seven years old.

Master Xuan Ku officially became Qiao Feng's mentor.

"elder brother."

"I've told you so many times, you have to call me Uncle Master in the temple!"

"Oh, Uncle Master, do you eat candied fruit?"

"..."

After he began to learn martial arts, Qiao Feng gradually revealed his talent. Under the pure teaching of Master Xuan Ku, he laid an extremely solid foundation. Although he was a little worse than Hong Chen at the beginning, he was also an absolute genius.

However, Xuan Ku was not happy because he truly had a talented apprentice. On the contrary, Hong Chen saw the fleeting complexity in his eyes more than once.

If you think about it carefully, the fact that Xuan Ku was able to always teach Qiao Feng seriously has proved that he is a good monk.

Ever since Qiao Feng started practicing martial arts, two protruding pieces of land have appeared outside the Qiao family's yard at the foot of the mountain. The ground is hard, rainwater has difficulty soaking through, and no grass grows.

Because almost every day there are two people standing here practicing together.

Why almost?

Because Hong Chen would go to Luoyang for half a year every year. In the first few years, Qiao Feng would cry for most of the day every time.

In the Beggars' Sect, Hong Chen met more familiar strangers: Xu Chongxiao, Ma Dayuan, Bai Shijing, Song Qingxi, Wu Changfeng, Xi Sanqi and so on.

Except for Xu Chongxiao who is old, most of the others are in their prime. They are all capable people in the gang, have already shouldered many responsibilities, and have been actively trained by Wang Jiantong. In the future, when the elders in the gang retire, they will immediately take over and become the backbone of the Beggars' Gang.

It is obvious that these people are reserved for the future leader of the Beggars' Sect.

Wang Jiantong introduced them to Hong Chen at the banquet, and his meaning was obvious.

Hong Chen has already learned fifteen of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and only needs the last three to complete the list.

But the problem is that Hong Chen has no interest in becoming the leader of the Beggars' Sect.

Since the last time he set up the Assassin Brotherhood in the killer world, he has found that he is not interested in such things. For him, the benefits are not proportional to the efforts. Because he is destined to be a passer-by, even if he conquers a large territory, he can't settle down and sit firmly on the throne. If it weren't for Anna, he would have given up long ago.

Instead of wasting time and energy, it is better to learn more skills in different worlds.

Therefore, after the first banquet with a clear sense of inheritance, Hong Chen immediately found Wang Jiantong to express his feelings.

Wang Jian was very upset, but he couldn't force things like this. Fortunately, Hong Chen recommended Qiao Feng right away.

Qiao Feng's identity was no secret to Wang Jiantong, because he was one of the four people who survived the Yanmen Pass Massacre. Hong Chen was also helpless about his identity. He accepted Qiao Feng as his disciple and passed on the position of leader, which was another level of atonement, but he had to leave a letter.

Hong Chen understood his concerns, but could not approve of this approach.

Another three years.

When Hong Chen was sixteen years old, he went to Wuliang Mountain alone.

Without going through the Wuliang Sword Sect, he went around the depths of the mountains, crossing over mountains and ridges to reach the Wuliang West Peak.

Looking across from the West Peak, a large waterfall cascades down like a white curtain, and the rumbling sound of water can still be heard clearly here. But the most eye-catching thing is a white boulder near the waterfall, which is embedded in the mountain body that looks like it was cut by a knife, as smooth as a mirror, and even more beautiful than jade. It's a pity that there are hundreds of feet in the middle, and below are the deep valley and Jian Lake, which is as difficult to cross as a natural moat.

Hong Chen came to the edge of the waterfall, stretched out his arms to the wind, and jumped.

With the bonus of Leap of Faith, as well as the help of inner strength and martial arts, he used the protruding branches and leaves of the trees to unload large amounts of force time and time again. For a moment, he was as free as a bird, rapidly descending along the cliff.

After falling for an unknown number of feet, I finally saw a crack in the cliff. I immediately jumped in, climbed over the rocks to pass through the gap, and continued to descend. The view in front of me gradually opened up.

With a thud, he jumped down from a rock more than three meters high and landed steadily, finally reaching the bottom of the valley.

On the left cliff, a huge waterfall was like a jade dragon hanging in the air, rolling down into an unusually clear lake, with splashing water droplets stirring up a layer of hazy mist. The intersection of the waterfall and the lake was surging, but after more than ten feet outward, the lake suddenly became as smooth as a mirror.

Clusters of camellia flowers bloomed beautifully by the lake. Hong Chen didn't understand camellia, but he felt that each flower was swaying gracefully and extremely eye-catching.

After walking around the lakeside, he continued walking deeper into the lake. Soon, the road ahead was blocked, so he sat on a rock by the roadside, thinking and looking around.

The moon is coming.

A sword shadow gradually appeared on the cliff more than ten feet above the ground. Hong Chen smiled and stood up, following the direction pointed by the sword tip, and found a huge rock. He pushed with both hands, and the huge rock shook, and the tangled vines below broke immediately. The cliff on one side opened up, revealing a cave filled with white light.

Once inside, the signs of man-made structures are clear. Through the translucent crystals surrounding the cave walls, the water and fish outside can all be seen.

It is hard to imagine how Wuyazi and Li Qiushui created such a quiet and magnificent place at the bottom of the lake.

Unfortunately, the building is empty.

Inside was a stone room with a stone table and a bronze mirror on it. The walls were also covered with bronze mirrors. I don't know how much Li Qiushui likes her own appearance, no wonder Tianshan Tonglao wanted to cut her face.

In the southwest corner, there is a crack in the stone wall.

Pushing open the stone wall, Hong Chen saw the white jade statue and smiled.

The jade statue is the same size as a real person, with a faint red tint in the veins of the white jade, just like the skin of an ordinary person. A light yellow silk shirt flutters slightly in the wind, and the eyes carved from black gemstones are bright and shining. With their lively eyes, the jade statue looks very much like a living person.

Hong Chen walked around the jade statue and felt that its eyes seemed to follow him. The last time he had this feeling was when he was looking at Mona Lisa.

Wuyazi has good skills, but unfortunately he is not a good person.

Turning back, I saw many words written on the east wall, dozens of lines from Zhuangzi, the last line read: "Wu Yazi wrote for Qiu Shuimei. There is no sun or moon in the cave, which is the greatest happiness in the world."

Pooh!
Back in front of the jade statue, there were three cushions, two large and one small, the small one was close to the feet.

Crouching down to take a look, the jade statue's right shoe was embroidered with the words "Kowtow a thousand times, and serve me as your master", and the left shoe was embroidered with the words "Follow my orders, and die without regrets". The sixteen characters were smaller than a fly's head, and the color was only slightly darker than the base color.

Hong Chen sneered, stood up, and stepped on the small cushion.

The futon broke with a snap, revealing the white silk bag underneath.

He took out the silk bag. There were words on the white silk. Hong Chen took a quick glance and threw it away, then unfolded the silk scroll inside.

The first volume: The Divine Art of the North Sea. There is an introduction after that.

Continuing to unfold it, a portrait of a reclining nude woman suddenly appeared on the scroll. She was completely naked, and her face was no different from the jade statue. She was smiling sweetly, and her eyebrows, eyes, lips and cheeks were all charming. This was completely different from the icy and cold expression of the jade statue.

Hong Chen read it generously, observed the key points carefully and nodded slightly: Li Qiu Shui is really generous.

When the scroll was unrolled again, it still contained the banned images, some standing, some lying, some showing their chests, some showing their backs, some happy, some sad, some gazing with affection, some slightly angry, with different expressions. There were a total of thirty-six images.

She is really brave and willing to paint!

Of course, the person in the portrait is not the focus. The key is the green lines that pass through the neck, chest, abdomen and genitals, the acupuncture points and the techniques of practicing exercises.

Following closely: Light Footsteps.

The painting shows hundreds of densely packed footprints, connected by green lines with arrows drawn on the lines, as well as I Ching direction markings.

After taking a rough look, Hong Chen rolled up the scroll and continued exploring.

The bedroom is in front of us, and there is a chessboard on the stone table next to the stone bed.

At the deepest part is a huge stone cave with the words "Langhuan Blessed Land" carved out on the entrance. Inside the cave are rows of wooden bookshelves, which are empty except for sheets of paper with the names of various martial arts schools written on them.

Hong Chen didn't feel disappointed.

After all, the Langhuan Jade Cave in Mantuo Villa is no more difficult to enter than the Langhuan Blessed Land where we are now.

　Written on white silk: Since you have kowtowed a thousand times, you should serve me and never regret it. This volume contains the essence of Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts. You must practice it carefully once every day at 3 o'clock in the morning, afternoon and evening. If you slack off, I will frown and feel sad. After you have mastered the magic skills, you can go to Langhuan Blessed Land to read all kinds of music books. The martial arts of all sects in the world are all collected here, and they can all be used by you. Try your best. After you finish your studies, go down the mountain and kill all the Xiaoyao Sect disciples for me. If there is one missing, I will hate it forever in heaven and on earth.

　　Introduction to Bei Ming Sheng Gong: "Zhuangzi" Xiaoyaoyou says: To the north of the end of the world there is a dark sea, which is the Tianchi. There are fish there, and it is thousands of miles wide, and no one knows how to cultivate it. It also says: Moreover, if the water is not deep, it will not be able to carry a large boat. If you put a cup of water on a col, the mustard will become a boat; if you put a cup there, it will become sticky. The water is shallow and the boat is large. Therefore, the martial arts of this school take the accumulation of internal strength as the first priority. Once the internal strength is strong, all martial arts in the world can be used by me, just like the North Sea, which can carry all large and small boats and accommodate all large and small fish. Therefore, internal strength is the foundation, and tricks are the end. The following pictures must be practiced carefully.

　　
　
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