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Chapter 111 Goodbye Chang Miao (Part )

Li Ming stayed on Henglong Mountain for half a month, during which time he took a rough look at the classics of various sects collected by Chang Miao.

"The True Scripture of Preserving Life and Restoring Life", "Da Yu's Happy Journey", "The Secret Record of the Seven Returns of Xuan Zhen", "The Great Light of Infinite Life Sutra", "The Great Compassionate Ode to the Interaction of Heaven and Earth", etc.

Any starting book is the fundamental text of those sects, including secret spells and so on.

Seeing this, Li Ming was also a little confused and asked Chang Miao, even if the Dharma Ending Age has come, these things of our ancestors would not be worthless, right? If the people in Yuzhu Mountain came out, wouldn't they become sinners who betrayed their teachers and ancestors?

Who knew that Chang Miao told him a shocking piece of news.

"Yuzhu Mountain. Two years after his death, a massive earthquake struck. The mountain was completely destroyed. Could the people inside still have survived?"

"Alas... You are so good at fortune-telling, but I wonder if you have predicted that you will not be able to live to see the day when spiritual energy revives, but will be crushed to death by the mountain after the earthquake?" Li Ming put down the book in his hand, which was also the last Taoist canon he had read.

"Are you leaving?" At this time, Chang Miao came out from somewhere and asked with a smile.

Li Ming turned around and smiled, "It wasn't very useful to read it, but I benefited a lot from the self-cultivation technique. Now I have a lot more ideas."

Chang Miao nodded and said, "Senior Brother, the self-cultivation technique you taught me is quite advanced. I have read hundreds of schools of thought, but none of them are similar to yours. It seems to belong to another system entirely. Senior Brother, I really have never seen through you."

Li Ming pondered for a moment and was about to say something, but Chang Miao waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I don't care. Life is full of confusion."

Li Ming also nodded and said, "That's right, it's rare to be confused."

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Chang Miao said, "There's one more thing, Brother. Back then, these soul-refining methods were useless, but the body-cultivation techniques were still quite useful, so they were spread out and renamed. Now it seems to be called something like Chinese Martial Arts. There are also many schools, and there may be some extraordinary people hiding in them."

Li Ming smiled and said, "To cultivate the spirit, one must nourish and strengthen the soul. Only then will one have the meager magical power to cast spells. There are also countless taboos. Only when one can reach the realm of wandering spirits can one be considered to have a full set of skills."

"Physical cultivation is different. Refining the skin, tempering the bones, unblocking the meridians, changing the sutra, cleansing the marrow, and transfusing the blood are all ways of strengthening the body. Even if one has just begun cultivation, one can easily defeat a hundred people after mastering a good set of martial arts. With a strong and vigorous blood, in an era of abundant spiritual energy, there are also the Vajra Realm, which is invulnerable to swords and spears, the Free Realm, which is invulnerable to water and fire, and who knows how powerful the legendary Dharma Realm is..."

Li Ming made this comparison and couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that refining the spirit is really not as good as cultivating the body. Moreover, the spiritual energy is dormant now, and the Taoist skills are not obvious. On the contrary, those who cultivate the body and cultivate the qi still have some residual abilities."

"What time did the term 'Qigong Shi' (Qigong practitioners)' become? Now they are called martial arts masters or martial arts grandmasters." Chang Miao said with a leisurely smile.

"In today's world, in the south, there's Mr. Ye, who practices Changchun Fist. He's said to be a descendant of the hidden lineage of the Emei School. He also made great efforts during the Japanese invasion, and now he's the leader of the Southern Fist and National Martial Arts world. In the north, there's Song Zhong, the sloppy old Taoist from Wushen Mountain, who practices the Kongrou Fist. Besides these two, there are probably twenty or thirty famous and renowned styles of boxing from various schools and sects."

Li Ming raised his eyebrows and said, "That's interesting..."

Seeing Li Ming's attitude, Chang Miao continued with a smile, "Since Brother has been reborn and cast aside the shackles of the past to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts in this world, why not go to the National Martial Arts Association and take a look? From what I hear, it seems that the first National Martial Arts Conference is about to be held."

"National Martial Arts Conference? That's interesting!" Li Ming chuckled and looked at Chang Miao. Based on his understanding of Chang Miao, since he said this, there must be other arrangements later.

As expected, Chang Miao calmly pulled out a letter and said, "Yuhua Mountain also has disciples who hold important positions in the National Martial Arts Association. I'm willing to sacrifice my dignity and ask for an invitation for you, Senior Brother."

Li Ming took the envelope, looked at it, and opened it. It read, "Special Guest of the National Martial Arts Association, Mr. Stephen Johnson Lin." The rest of the text was printed, but the line "Stephen Johnson" was handwritten.

Seeing the handwriting is like seeing the person. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, showing the character of the writer. Li Ming nodded and said, "The handwriting is good."

"This first National Martial Arts Conference is mainly to elect the chairman of the National Martial Arts Association and to rank the various schools. There may also be sparring sessions. It should be a major event in the national martial arts community."

Li Ming laughed and said, "That's what happens when there are too many people. They have to decide who's the winner. Is there any hidden agenda behind this?"

Li Ming pointed upwards.

Chang Miao stroked his beard and said, "He intends to formalize this organization. Even if he can't completely use it for his own purposes, he still needs to control it. After all, knights have always used force to break the law since ancient times. It's just that now, self-cultivation and Qi training can't withstand guns and cannons, so the threat is not that great. Otherwise, who knows what his attitude would be."

Li Ming nodded and said, "Indeed, blocking is worse than loosening. Instead of prohibiting everything, it's better to be generous. How many people in this world can escape the web of fame and fortune? Once this great cause is announced, the title of Chairman of the National Martial Arts Association and the world's number one will be scrambling to get in. It's a brilliant strategy, not bad."

After hearing what Li Ming said, Chang Miao smiled and said, "It will start in six or seven days. Brother, you might as well go early."

Li Ming put the invitation away and said with a smile: "Okay, you dare to chase me down the mountain, right?"

Then he walked out without waiting for Chang Miao's answer.

Chang Miao looked at Li Ming's back, and the two figures gradually overlapped. Suddenly, he said, "Senior Brother."

"Ok?"

"Live for yourself in this life. You're too tired! Since God has given you a chance to start over, be selfish in this life!"

Chang Miao's voice came out leisurely, and Li Ming smiled and began to chant:
"Empty reputation for a snail's horn, tiny profits for a fly's head—what's the point of hustling for them? Everything is predetermined, who is weak and who is strong. While I am still young and idle, I will let go of all my wildness. For a hundred years, I have been drunken for thirty-six thousand rounds.

How much can I think about? Worrying about wind and rain, half of it is interfering, so why bother to argue to the death, arguing about the pros and cons. Fortunately, I am facing the clear wind and bright moon, the moss is spread out, and the cloud curtain is high. Jiangnan is beautiful, a thousand cups of fine wine, a song fills the garden with fragrance!

Then he laughed out loud and walked down the mountain without looking back.

Chang Miao looked at his back with tears in her eyes, but she just clapped her hands and sang, wanting to send him off with the song.

"Who knows the past, the love and hatred of family and country are just a smile.

A century of friendship is over, and from now on I will be free and unrestrained!"

Li Ming looked back for the last time and saw only the green pines, still standing tall and proud.

PS: The poem "Mantingfang" mentioned in the article was written by Su Shi.

(End of this chapter)