Magic Martial Arts

Su Chen's current situation is very special, because he is experiencing a huge "storm" deep in his soul, and the core of this "storm" is a book emitting golden light.

It was like a whirlpool, pulling Su Chen's already chaotic soul inward. As it got closer, Su Chen seemed to see a lot of words and graphics on the pages of the book, but he didn't know what they meant, nor could he understand, because he couldn't think at all now. He just looked at everything in front of him in chaos and confusion, of course, if the soul consciousness also had eyes.

But some things in this world are clearer without using your eyes!

Just like now, Su Chen didn't think about anything, he just looked at it. He didn't know what it meant specifically. He just simply felt that this thing seemed very important, and everything in it made him want to see it, want to remember it, and want to imprint it deep into his soul.

This simple and even somewhat chaotic soul consciousness actually implies the Tao of the universe and nature. Existence is non-existence, and non-existence is existence. The mind is ethereal and the Tao follows nature...

"Om~"

As if the golden book resonated with them, the words and graphics on the golden pages began to vibrate as if alive, and finally transformed into streams of light that revolved around Su Chen's confused and chaotic soul, and finally completely enveloped Su Chen's soul like a golden cocoon. The golden cocoon contracted and vibrated, as if it had a 'heartbeat', and with the rhythm of the 'heartbeat', the sound of the avenue roared, shaking Su Chen's entire consciousness space:

Hongmeng gave birth to creation, creation was divided into yin and yang, yin and yang gave rise to chaos, chaos gave rise to two energies, the upper one was Qian, the lower one was Kun, consolidate yin and practice yang, step on the earth and open the sky, break chaos, peek into yin and yang, get creation, enter Hongmeng...

Su Chen's consciousness was still chaotic, and he didn't know what all this meant. However, this did not prevent his soul from resonating with the Tao. As the saying goes, the Tao comes naturally. Sometimes, having too strong subjective consciousness may not be a good thing. As things develop, you can follow your heart at any time and do what you want. This is the Tao!

Of course, this does not mean that doing nothing is the Tao, but that what you think you should do is your Tao. There are thousands of great ways, and everyone has his or her own Tao.

To put it simply, "Tao" may just be "road". Everyone chooses a different "road". Although they are all "roads", the resulting trajectories are often different.

Therefore, Su Chen's chaos at this time was actually in line with the Way of Heaven. The golden words turned into a large cocoon that hummed and vibrated, like breathing and heartbeat, and Su Chen's soul also fluctuated and vibrated rhythmically. This was the frequency of the Great Dao. If Su Chen was conscious now, he would find that his soul was vibrating with the baptism of the Dao sound, and his soul was becoming more and more solid.

At the same time, many human-shaped patterns also floated and fell on the inner wall of the golden light cocoon, and with the vibration of the waves, the human-shaped patterns combined together seemed to be moving, and there was a vague Taoist charm in their every move.

Originally, Su Chen's soul did not evolve into five limbs, but with unconscious imitation, gradually five inconspicuous bulges appeared on Su Chen's soul, as if it was struggling to imitate the movements of the human-shaped pattern. And with the movement, the bulges became more and more obvious and more and more detailed. Finally, the outlines of the hands, feet and head have taken shape, and the movements of wielding martial arts are becoming more and more similar to the human-shaped pattern...

"Clap~"

"Ah...damn..."

As the crisp sound of porcelain breaking was heard, in a private room somewhere in General Zhen'an's mansion, a middle-aged man was breathing heavily, venting his anger, but in the end he sat down in frustration, and looked at the pen pillow on the desk in front of him, but it was long gone. Presumably, his end was extremely "miserable".

The man's face was about 50% similar to Su Zhenguo's, except that his nose and eyes looked a little gloomy, which destroyed his fortitude.

"Zhenpeng, why are you so angry? Su Zhenguo's prestige is at its peak now, and the emperor also needs him to guard the border and maintain peace. This is really not a good time to turn against him!"

The woman who was speaking had a shrewd voice. At the moment, she was comforting the angry middle-aged man. The man was Su Zhenpeng, Su Zhenguo's elder brother, and the woman was Su Zhenpeng's first wife, Gigi Lai.

"So what to do? Timing? When is the right time?"

Su Zhenpeng's voice was a little hysterical. He was in a bad mood at the moment. No, to be precise, he had never been in a good mood since Su Zhenguo took away his position as general five years ago.

Gigi Lai did not speak directly. Instead, she took out a white handkerchief from her bosom, squatted on the ground and spread it out. Then, she gently picked up the broken pieces of the pen pillow on the ground with her slender fingers. Although she lowered her head, the shrewdness revealed in her words could not be hidden.

She picked up the debris on the ground and analyzed it slowly and calmly:

"A little impatience can ruin a great plan. In the past five years, Su Zhenguo has suppressed the southern barbarians. His prestige is too great and the mercenaries are self-respecting. The Emperor Tianwu will definitely not sit idly by with such a scheming mind. My husband still needs to wait for an opportunity. Perhaps there will be an opportunity ten years later?"