Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Zhong Ling was even more stunned. After a long while, she realized that the beautiful woman opposite was just a statue. She couldn't help but sigh, "How beautiful!"

She inherited her mother's beauty and thought she looked pretty good, but compared with the jade-carved beauty in front of her, she suddenly felt a little ashamed.

Song Xuan looked at the jade carving for a while and couldn't help but be speechless.

No matter how beautiful the jade carving is, it is just a dead object. Wuyazi is really a funny guy. He spent many years of hard work to create such a blessed land of Langhuan, just to express his unrequited love for his junior sister Li Canghai.

In the end, the junior sister didn't get to lick him, and his wife Li Qiu Shui was neglected, and he was cuckolded.

In the end, he was poisoned by his apprentice Ding Chunqiu and thrown off a cliff, becoming neither human nor ghost. Wuyazi's life was like a coffee table, full of tragedy!

This also fully verifies a truth - those who bootlick will not die well!

There are two cushions, one large and one small, under the jade carving. There is a line of words on the smaller cushion - kowtow a thousand times, serve me, obey my orders, and I will have no regrets even if I die a hundred times!

Zhong Ling also saw this and asked curiously, "Uncle, does she want us to kowtow to her?"

Song Xuan nodded, "That's what I mean."

"Then do you want to knock?"

"What the hell!"

Song Xuan raised his hand and slapped it, and the smaller cushion broke into pieces. The silk scroll containing the two secret manuals of Bei Ming Divine Art and Ling Bo Wei Bu was revealed.

"This is the authentic martial arts technique passed down by the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, and it is also the good fortune I want to give you!"

Song Xuan raised his hand and the silk scroll fell into his hand. Most of the silk scroll recorded the Beiming Divine Art, and then he quickly browsed through it.

In Zhuangzi's "Xiaoyaoyou" it is said: "To the north of the extreme hair lies a dark sea, the Tianchi Lake. There are fish there. It is thousands of miles wide, and no one knows its depth...."

Therefore, the most important principle of our martial arts is to accumulate internal strength. Once internal strength is strong, all martial arts in the world can be used by us, just like the North Sea, which can carry all boats, big and small, and accommodate all fish, big and small...

Following the mantra of the mental method are portraits of naked women, some standing, some lying, some showing their chests, some showing their backs. The faces of the portraits are the same, but their expressions vary, some showing happiness, some showing sadness, some gazing with affection, and some showing slight anger.

There are thirty-six portraits in total, and each one has fine colored lines indicating the acupuncture point locations and exercise techniques, which can be said to be extremely detailed.

As long as one's martial arts talent is not too bad, one can always find a portrait that best suits him or her to practice.

Song Xuan only needed to take a glance before he memorized all 36 routes of the Beiming Divine Art. Ever since his primordial spirit condensed, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he now has a photographic memory.

He didn't even need to comprehend it specifically, as the soul in the ancestral orifice space had already begun to deduce independently, trying to integrate the Beiming Divine Art into his own fundamental system of skills.

At the end of the silk scroll, there is a record of an extremely advanced light Kung Fu technique - Lingbo Weibu.

This body technique is based on the 64 hexagrams of the Book of Changes. The user steps on the hexagrams in a specific order. Song Xuan tried it briefly, and the next moment, dozens of his afterimages appeared in all directions in the stone chamber.

call out!

Dozens of figures suddenly disappeared, and Song Xuan returned to the original place again, with a smile on his face.

Apart from anything else, the Lingbo Weibu, when moving in a small range, is even faster than the Spiral Nine Shadows, and it is a movement technique that was born for combat.

It’s worth it! This trip is really worth it!

He handed the scroll to Zhong Ling and said, "See if you can understand it. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Regardless of Zhong Ling's reaction, Song Xuan walked around the jade carving twice, then raised his hand and pressed it on the back of the jade carving.

Click~click~

Bursts of cracking sounds were heard, and the magnificent jade carving, which could be regarded as a treasure of art, turned into jade chips all over the sky with a bang.

Amidst the flying jade chips, a slightly yellowed silk scroll fell into Song Xuan's hands.

Four clear big characters came into Song Xuan's sight.

"Free and unrestrained!"

Chapter 309: Our Father-Daughter Relationship Ends Here

There is a fish in the North Sea, its name is Kun. Kun is so big that it cannot be stewed in a pot...

Ahem, it’s a conspiracy.

The silk scroll begins with Zhuangzi's "Xiao Yao You", which we have learned in high school textbooks, so I will not elaborate on it in detail.

The Xiaoyao Yufeng technique was learned by the reclusive grandmaster Xiaoyaozi from the Xiaoyaoyou, and it is also the original origin of the Xiaoyao Sect.

"The way of Heaven is to reduce the excess and replenish the deficiency..."

"Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, the sky follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature..."

"Learn from the heavens and the earth, learn from nature, and then the great way will be within reach..."

From beginning to end, Song Xuan was silent for a moment.

Rather than saying that this Xiaoyao Yufeng is a martial art, it is better to say that it is Xiaoyaozi's understanding of the "Tao".

This is not an orthodox martial arts manual, and it does not have clear-cut methods for practicing martial arts. Instead, it is a Taoist method.

Only when one has reached a certain level of understanding of the Tao can one comprehend the extraordinary aspects of it, use the Tao of others to verify one's own Tao, and create the most suitable Taoist skills for oneself.

As for the unique skills of the Xiaoyao School, such as the Beiming Divine Art, the Xiaowuxiang Art, and the Bahuang Liuhe Weiwo Zun Gong, they were all martial arts created naturally by Xiaoyaozi based on his understanding of the "Tao".

Song Xuan put away the scroll with a serious look on his face. He admired Xiaoyaozi very much, a man he had never met before.

He had seen the Bei Ming Divine Art before. Although it was not as good as his own Heavenly Man-level martial arts, it was still considered a contemporary divine art. Xiaoyaozi was able to create several unique martial arts of this level in succession. His understanding of the "Tao" had reached an extremely high level.

Among the grandmasters, they are probably the top ones.

Song Xuan took a deep breath. He was still too young, and his short training time was a major flaw. Even though his combat power was decent, he was still lacking in foundation compared to a grandmaster who could create many top-level martial arts.

"Uncle!"

Zhong Ling stared at the Bei Ming Divine Art in her hand, with a confused look on her face.

"This martial art looks very powerful. It absorbs the inner strength of others and transforms it into one's own cultivation. As long as it is transformed quickly enough, it can continue to absorb. Once you break through your own limits, you can enter the Xiantian realm!

Is this a magic method?"

"No! This is an orthodox Taoist method!" Song Xuan said with a smile: "You are also a martial artist, so you should be able to see the extraordinary nature of this technique. Are you interested?"

Zhong Ling hesitated a bit, "But to practice this Bei Ming Divine Art, I need to first dissolve my own martial arts and cultivate Bei Ming Internal Force anew. Wouldn't it be a waste of the family martial arts I've practiced since I was a child?"

Song Xuan was speechless and said, "What's the pity of cultivating internal strength with such a rubbish technique? To be frank, the quality of this Bei Ming Divine Art after one month of cultivation is better than that of your family's martial arts that you have cultivated for ten years.

How to choose? Is it difficult?

"I understand!"

Zhong Ling was also not vague. She sat cross-legged on the ground and began to try to dissolve her own internal force and cultivate Bei Ming's internal force again according to the meridian and acupoint guidance method in the first painting on the silk scroll.

Song Xuan was not idle either. He practiced Lingbo Weibu for a while. In a moment, his body turned into sixty-four afterimages. Then he stopped, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the silk scroll in his arms and began to comprehend again.

The next morning, Zhong Ling stood up excitedly and said, "Uncle, I have cultivated the Beiming Inner Force."

As she spoke, she stretched out her slender palm and gently patted the ground.

Crack! Spider-web-like cracks appeared on the bluestone ground, spreading over a distance of more than ten feet with her as the center.

"So strong!"

She raised her hand in disbelief and observed it carefully. The palm was still the same palm, but the power it could unleash was completely different from before. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the difference was like heaven and earth.

No wonder the uncle said before that he was practicing rubbish techniques. It turns out that the gap between martial arts techniques can be so huge!

"Come here, suck me!" Song Xuan ordered.

"what?"

Zhong Ling was stunned. What was he smoking?

Song Xuan stretched out his arm, "Hurry up, practice your skills, and see if you can absorb my true energy!"

"Oh!"

Zhong Ling placed her fair palm on Song Xuan's wrist, and the internal force in her meridians continued to flow, and the Beiming Divine Art was activated!

Then she sucked a lonesome.

Song Xuan seemed like a bottomless abyss. Not only could she not absorb any internal energy, even the little bit of internal energy she had circulated disappeared without a trace, like a drop of water in the ocean.

"That's it!"

Song Xuan retracted his arm. He had not put up any resistance just now, and even diluted a wisp of true energy into internal force. But even so, no matter how Zhong Ling activated his mental skills, he still couldn't absorb it.

Song Xuan now understood that although the Beiming Divine Art was abnormal, it still had its limits.

It has no effect on Grandmaster Wuque, and it is estimated that it will not have any effect on practitioners of higher-level techniques.

"Come on, I'll take you out!"

The purpose of this trip has been achieved. Song Xuan does not intend to waste any more time here. After returning to the Sichuan-Chongqing Thousand Households Office and staying there for a few days, he will set off for Yihua Palace.

"Oh..."

Zhong Ling was a little reluctant and followed Song Xuan along the corridor, with a worried look clearly visible on her face.

"Why, do you have any questions about cultivation that you don't understand?"

Zhong Ling shook her head. "The training route is already very clear. I'm not a child who has never practiced martial arts. I can just follow the secret manual step by step."

"Uncle!"

She raised her head and took a step forward with her delicate body, looking up at Song Xuan's tall figure, "If the Beiming Divine Art were to be used in the martial arts world, it would definitely cause a bloody storm.

Are you really going to give me such a powerful martial art?

You are not really my biological father, are you?"

Song Xuan laughed, "Guess?"

Zhong Ling grumbled, "I'm not going to guess."

She said she didn't want to guess, but in her heart she already believed it about 80%. In this world, apart from her biological father, why would anyone else be so good to her?

But what about her father Zhong Wanchou? He raised her with so much trouble. If he knew the truth, he would definitely be very sad, right?

A heavy pressure weighed on her heart. At this moment, Zhong Ling was bearing a heavy burden that she shouldn't have to bear at such a young age. Her originally bright and lively personality now looked a little melancholy.

Flying his sword across the sky, Song Xuan landed on a mountain road in Wuliang Mountain, then waved to Zhong Ling.

"The father-daughter relationship between you and me ends here! Don't worry, I won't compete with Zhong Wanchou for my daughter!"

This was the first time someone called him dad since he was a child, and Song Xuan’s old father was a little overwhelmed.

Now that the opportunity has been given to me, my bad taste in being a father has temporarily subsided, and it is time to say goodbye.

Of course, Zhong Ling’s call of “Dad” was not in vain. Not only was it not in vain, it was a complete win.

However, Song Xuan did not lose anything, he even made a lot of money. Not only did he gain Xiaoyaozi's enlightenment, but he also experienced the pleasure of being someone's personal grandfather.

Don't tell me, it's quite interesting.

Chapter 310 Zhong Ling: Mom, I saw my dad

"Uncle, are you leaving?"

Zhong Ling felt a little reluctant.

This mysterious uncle, who looked young but not young at the same time, gave her a very friendly feeling. Although they had not been together for a long time, she felt inexplicably sad when they had to part ways.

As a child, who doesn’t want to have more elders who treat them like treasures?

Although this weird uncle always wants to be his father, as long as he doesn't go to Wanjie Valley to break up his family, it's not impossible for him to acknowledge him as his father when there's no one around.

"I have a lot to do and can't stay here all the time."

Song Xuan stroked the lightning marten, looked at the shivering little guy, and said with a smile: "Watch this little thing carefully, it will easily cause trouble if it bites people randomly."

"By the way, you must not tell anyone that you've practiced the Beiming Divine Art. At least, don't reveal it until you've achieved success. Otherwise, you'll bring yourself catastrophic disaster."

Song Xuan soared into the air and waved at her, "Little girl, go home early. The world of martial arts is dangerous and not as simple as you think!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xuan's mind moved, and he flew up on his sword. In the blink of an eye, he was a hundred feet away.

"Uncle!"

Zhong Ling was a little anxious, "Dad!"

"Will we be able to meet again in the future?"

"Ha ha......"