Lingzhang

Chapter 119: The Lunar Envoy
"The third path? A path that ordinary monks can also replicate?"

"How did the noble families in the prefecture, especially those monks of the Myriad Laws, allow him to live smoothly until now?"

When Yue Hanzhang was still shocked by the pioneering work that Qin Linhui was going to accomplish.

Huang Zhishu, who was also listening quietly at the side, keenly noticed the shocking message revealed in Jiang Lingxiu's few words.

And in an instant, he connected with his own sharp thinking mode of a noble child.

The nobles from aristocratic families are most able to understand the thinking of the nobles from aristocratic families.

At this moment, seeing Yue Hanzhang and Jiang Lingxiu looking at her, Huang Zhishu waved her hand.

“It may not sound very nice, but it is precisely because there are so many ordinary people in this world that the children of noble families seem so noble.

Without comparison, how can we talk about superiority?
The same principle applies to spiritual practice. When there are more weak people, the strong ones appear more valuable, and appear leisurely, unrestrained, and otherworldly.

There are always some chores and trivial things that have to be done by the weak, so the strong only need to do their own part well, and they will naturally shine brightly.

Among them, the Wanfa cultivator is the strong one, and the ordinary Zhuxiang cultivator is the weak one.

Almost ever since the emergence of extraordinary Taoism, the world has always had this pattern of strength and weakness.

And all the noble families at the state or even county level, as well as those established Taoist academies, their accumulated heritage, the various secret martial arts they have collected, the secret methods they have mastered in the extraordinary field, the layout of all industrial chains, and the training process for the younger generations.

Everything that the aristocratic families and the Taoist temples had done and accumulated, everything, was constructed in accordance with the established pattern of strength and weakness.

Now, if someone could find a replicable and universally powerful way for all monks.

This does not simply mean that ordinary monks have one more choice.

This means that the pattern of strength and weakness will be broken, which means that a large part, or even most of the foundation accumulated by the aristocratic families will be lost.

They have to start all over again, and the accumulation process will be full of uncertainties. They also have to face the impact of the rising group of monks of all kinds.

This means that some state-level or even town-level families are bound to perish.

This is——Dingge——!”

With just a few simple words, Huang Zhishu vividly presented the turbulent power dynamics behind the shocking news.

Behind the pattern of strength and weakness is the life and death, honor and disgrace of the family.

"If the previous statement is still very grand, then let's compare the different schools of thought in more detail.

In fact, strength and weakness are relative.

For any Wanfa cultivator, if a Zhuxiang cultivator can get close to him in a transformed form, it may even be life-threatening.

But before this, the only cultivators who could achieve such results were the top predators who had transformed, and the dragon-like monsters.

Behind this lies a truly one-in-a-million talent in the martial arts, as well as a true dragon form that is even rarer than this talent.

This means that similar monks of all kinds are almost rare.

And even if they do not continue in the path of the various images, with their natural talents and achievements in the martial arts, they can also achieve amazing results in other schools.

Therefore, when faced with this powerful cultivator of various phenomena who could almost be regarded as "God's will", the group of cultivators of all laws were more able to be tolerant and acknowledge the strength of their existence side by side.

But what if one day, these Wanfa monks knew that there were mediocre monks who were not as talented as themselves and whose diligence and achievements in martial arts practice were not as good as theirs?

You can also overtake on a curve, or force yourself to keep pace with others through a replicable road.

What exactly is talent?
Are all the achievements and efforts we have made completely irrelevant?
This is a negation of all past experiences.

Of course, overtaking on a curve may not be that easy, but after all, the base number of ordinary cultivators is too large. Even if only 20% or 30% appear, it will change all the established patterns.

To put it bluntly, perhaps the top predators and dragon-shaped people among the various monks are more unwilling to accept the existence of this path than the monks of all laws!"

I heard Huang Zhishu analyzing the children of aristocratic families, the monks of Wanfa, and even the monks of the first two paths, and heard their views on this "new path".

Yue Hanzhang also understood more and more what a hot potato this matter was.

No wonder Luo Xingsong behaved in such a way that he disregarded the overall situation.

Even if we ask ourselves, if Yue Hanzhang was from a noble family, or even Luo Xingsong.

Maybe he would do something even more extreme than Luo Xingsong.

This is not even a small loss of wealth, a small loss of land and property.

This is a matter of life and death for the aristocratic family and every child who benefits from it!

The reshuffle in the power field will definitely be bloody, and people will definitely die!

Someone is bound to go crazy over this.

Of course, there are not so many implications and ifs in this world.

Yue Hanzhang only knew that the power structure in the world had never remained static.

Change is the only constant thing in this world.

The train of time is rolling towards the future. There will always be people who fall behind and fall under the wheels, increasing friction.

Why can’t the person who fell from the car be from a noble family?

They are going against the trend!

Thinking this way, perhaps it was precisely because they were afraid of the power of the huge number of monks from various aspects gathered together that Qin Linhui was able to escape unscathed and live in "seclusion" safely until today.

But he didn't want to change the established situation, nor did he dare to completely extinguish the hopes of this group of people.

There will also be a group of people who will go crazy about this.

While thinking this, Yue Hanzhang suddenly looked at Jiang Lingxiu again.

"So what is this third way?"

Jiang Lingxiu frowned slightly, then shook his head.

“No one can clearly explain the core and concept of this third path, and no one except Teacher Qin knows how to do it.

After all, just as I just analyzed, everything related to this is a taboo topic that all the aristocratic families guard strictly against.

Maybe Wei knew, but she never told me about it.

But I could understand her thoughts, whether it was bringing me to the base city, or letting me swallow the demon pill and try to transform in the extremely dark environment of the funeral home on the outskirts of the city that day...

What she wants to do is not only to make me the top predator among all the monks, but also to let me master the third way from Teacher Qin. But what is this way, unless——"

Unless Qin Linhui can truly display and perform it.

Thinking of this, Yue Hanzhang looked back at the screen, at Qin Linhui, who was still in a depressed state and looked barely excited during their conversation.

It was hard for him to imagine whether Qin Linhui, burdened with such experiences and facing such difficulties, still had the energy to perform this extraordinary path.

The vicissitudes of life not only smoothed out his edges, but also seemed to grind him into powder.

A new road that exists only in concept is equivalent to no road at all.

In this way, those noble families were waiting for Qin Linhui's physical body to disappear, and they wanted him to take the concept and secret of the new path to the grave.

And as time goes by.

More and more of those who survived died under the siege of the beasts.

Those rows of chariots have become "isolated islands" among the beasts.

Some chariots were overturned, the broken iron sheets were torn apart, and some were even crushed into discus.

As for those who were fighting and retreating at the rear, there were several riders beside Sun Fudao, and both the men and their horses were trapped in the surge of the beasts.

As a result, many teachers also died in the fierce confrontation, either due to exhaustion or simply being defeated.

Among them, Yue Hanzhang even saw the figure of the grade director.

These martial arts teachers may still have mastered superb martial arts techniques, but years of teaching have ultimately made them lose their acumen in life-and-death struggles.

They are both mature and unfamiliar.

Moreover, compared to the martial arts students, these teachers are Qin Linhui's colleagues who have been working with him for a long time.

He is a good friend he made in this city.

In that dejection, there began to be hesitation, struggle, and pain.

And these gradually became like sharp blades, constantly circling in Qin Linhui's mind, gradually making his face become hideous, complicated and increasingly crazy.

It seemed as if a bear would suddenly attack in the next moment.

But as if just as he said, Luo Xingsong, who was not afraid of death at all, after approaching a few steps, was almost standing shoulder to shoulder with Qin Linhui.

"Mr. Qin, think about those who have died..."

"Mr. Qin, think about the people who are still alive..."

"Mr. Tan..."

Luo Xingsong had never been so talkative before.

Even Yue Hanzhang was a little confused as to whether Luo Xingsong was using such high pressure and coercion for fun or if he really wanted to drive Qin Linhui crazy.

Perhaps they are no longer satisfied with Qin Linhui's natural death, and if they master extraordinary abilities, they will also extend their natural lifespan.

Do they want to actively induce Qin Linhui to "make a mistake" so that they can use this as an excuse to get rid of Qin Linhui themselves?

Or do you want to use extreme pressure to verify whether a tiger that had its claws plucked out has grown new claws over the years?

Thinking in this way, even the shocking change itself, the chaos stirred up by the actions of the human traitors, from the timing to the arrangement, seemed subtle.

And it seems that Sun Fudao has also had such an association.

His face was gloomy, he was no longer angry and said nothing more.

In a twisted atmosphere of silence, there was blood and death.

They were forced out of the campus completely while fighting and retreating, and on the wide street, they kept retreating in the direction of Zhu Yan who was fighting bloody battles.

The situation is getting worse and worse.

At the same time, Luo Xingsong seemed to be getting more and more excited, and he kept on saying those words that directly touched people's spiritual wounds.

It seemed as if some kind of extremely suppressed rage was brewing in the silence.

As if feeling the rage, Luo Xingsong's eyes grew brighter, even to the point of having a bit of the fanaticism of a martyr.

He wanted to use his own life to prove whether Qin Linhui was still a "threat".

It was at this moment that the volcano that had been accumulating for decades was about to erupt.

Suddenly, a mist appeared out of nowhere on the long street!
In an instant, it was clearly daytime, but in the mist it seemed as if the cold moonlight was illuminating all directions.

Swah——

In an instant, a demon ape covered with dragon scales rushed out from the mist. The moment its arms were raised, it rushed straight into the herd of beasts.

The moment when the majestic power of the dragon monster burst out.

Swish—swish—swish—

A more continuous sound of breaking through the air came from the mist.

Fireballs formed by the condensation of moonlight appeared in mid-air like a barrage of bullets, and slammed down on the strange creature that Zhu Yan was trying hard to resist.

Before the purple-gold light could bloom, the moon fire ignited the death energy and corpse poison and traced back to the figure of a certain strange creature.

At the same time, the strange fanaticism on Luo Xingsong's face suddenly disappeared.

He frowned, looking at the sudden appearance of moonlight mist in disbelief.

"The Moon Envoy? It's you! How dare you leave the prefecture! Wei——"

Without waiting for him to continue.

Swah——

Another ray of moonlight fell right in front of Luo Xingsong.

In an instant, an extreme coldness broke out, causing frost to suddenly cover Luo Xingsong's body, but the same strange heat also made Luo Xingsong's gray hair curl up.

"Luo, if you dare to say another word, I will kill you if he doesn't!"

(End of this chapter)