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Chapter 160 Heroes Conference (Subscription Request)

"Where did you learn this nonsense?"

"I read it in the scriptures. Master, didn't you say that Dragon Elephant Prajnaparamita Kungfu is a Buddhist martial art? Wouldn't reading some Buddhist scriptures help?"

Yang Guo rubbed the back of his head with a grimace, his head was still buzzing from the slap from Mu Sheng.

“My teacher wants you to understand the meaning of those Buddhist terms. Who asked you to learn the theory of cause and effect of suffering, accumulation, extinction, the path, dependent origination and emptiness of nature?” Mu Sheng hit Yang Guo on the top of his head again.

"Sigh~"

"Master, please stop hitting me. Your hand is too strong."

Yang Guo rubbed the back of his head with one hand and the top of his head with the other and took a deep breath of the cold winter air.

"Beating is love and scolding is care. This is the love your teacher gives you, do you know that?" Mu Sheng said that this was all for his own good.

"It hurts enough." Yang Guo muttered incoherently.

"What are you talking about? Speak louder!"

“Nothing!” Yang Guo quickly shook his head and changed the subject: “Master, what exactly do you mean by those words?”

Mu Sheng glanced at Yang Guo and thought that since it was New Year’s Day, he should not bother with his slanderous words.

"Look for the core word. Master mentioned the word 'standpoint' several times. It's obvious that this is the core word."

"I, as a teacher, want to tell you not to stand in a position that is disadvantageous to you. Just like your father's case, if you stand in the position of Master Qiu, you are doomed."

"Then you will become a traitor who betrays his country, takes the enemy as his father, and betrays his teacher and ancestors!"

Mu Sheng paused, then turned his head and looked into Yang Guo's eyes and asked, "Do you want this identity?"

Yang Guo recalled the series of adjectives that Mu Sheng had just said, and thought about the scene of himself wandering the world with such an identity, and quickly shook his head and refused:

"No! Don't! I don't want it!"

"So, when you go out, you give yourself an identity, so you have to be flexible. Since you don't want this identity, let's look at the problem from a different angle."

"For example, standing in the position of the victim's son"

"The treacherous and cunning Qiu Chuji, in order to curry favor with the Jin people, gave your father Yang Kang, who was still in his infancy, and his mother, who was powerless, to a Jin prince."

"He also accepted Yang Kang as his disciple based on their past friendship, thinking that if the Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Jin Dynasty in the future, he could rely on Yang Kang's relationship to save the Quanzhen Sect."

"However, man proposes, God disposes. Yang Kang's father, your grandfather, is not dead. This disrupted all his plans and ultimately led to a tragedy."

"Your grandfather, grandmother, and father died because of this, and your mother took you to the streets."

"It's a pity that the Yang family was originally loyal and brave, but because of this thief's selfishness, three generations of the family have suffered."

"Oh, how miserable!"

Mu Sheng kept shaking his head as he spoke, while Yang Guo beside him frowned as he thought of something.

"Yes, my Yang family is a family of loyal and brave people. My father must not be a bad person, otherwise my mother would not have been obsessed with him all this time."

Then I think about the bullying I suffered in the Quanzhen Sect for more than half a year. As the saying goes, if the top beam is crooked, the bottom beams will be crooked. They have taught so many disciples with bad character. Are the Seven Sons of Quanzhen really as good as Uncle Guo said?
"Uncle Guo must have been deceived by them. By the way, Uncle Guo also grew up in a foreign land and became a royal consort. If he hadn't met Aunt Guo,

The more Yang Guo thought about it, the more he felt that all this was Qiu Chuji's plan, and he started to curse: "Damn you stinky Taoist priest, you hypocritical hypocrite!"

The sudden shouting and scolding left Mu Sheng stunned.

Has this entered the role?
No, I haven’t taught you this yet, right?

“Yes, yes, that’s what I mean. Always remember to put yourself on the moral high ground.” Mu Sheng affirmed Yang Guo’s performance. He is worthy of being the protagonist. He is so smart that he understood what he meant so quickly.

"Master, what are you talking about? What commanding heights?" Yang Guo felt that he could never keep up with his master's train of thought.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s it, keep it up, keep it up,” Mu Sheng patted Yang Guo’s shoulder vigorously and went back to the ancient tomb.

Yang Guo: ???
It took some time to comfort Yang Guo, and it took another time to run to Quanzhen Sect. When Mu Sheng returned to the room, it was already midnight, and Xiaolongnu had already fallen asleep.

Seeing that the time was not over yet, Mu Sheng quickly woke up Xiao Longnu and took her to a New Year's Eve party!
After the New Year, the winter days are numbered, the ice and snow gradually melt, and the snow-covered earth puts on a colorful dress.

It’s like an urban beauty who works outside and puts on a big flowered jacket after returning home. Although the cold and noble temperament is gone, it has gained a bit of freshness.

In the woods outside the ancient tomb, tender green buds have just grown out not long ago, and they look very cute even though they are small.

"Master!"

"Master's wife!"

"Grandma Sun!"

Yang Guo, carrying his bag, looked at the three figures standing at the intersection and staring at him, and shouted, "You all can go back. You don't have to see me off anymore."

The figure at the intersection heard his words and waved his hand. Yang Guo stared blankly for a while, then left without looking back.

Only after his cheap apprentice disappeared from his sight did Mu Sheng return with Xiao Longnu and Granny Sun.

With a sufficient supply of Bosqu snake gallbladder, Yang Guo finally mastered the sixth level of Dragon Elephant Prajnaparamita Skill three days ago, and began the seventh level of cultivating internal energy from the outside in.

Mu Sheng sent him out to wander the world, and by the way, he went to the valley outside Xiangyang City to see how the little beggars were doing.

While the Ancient Tomb Sect was bidding farewell to Yang Guo, the Quanzhen Sect was also bidding farewell to someone.

The difference is that the Tomb Sect’s side is a separation of life, while the Quanzhen Sect’s side is a separation of death!

Ever since being seriously injured by Mu Sheng, Qiu Chuji and Hao Datong's health has been deteriorating. Finally, not long after this winter, their bodies could no longer hold on.

One night, Qiu Chuji closed his eyes in the company of Ma Yu and others, and Hao Datong also passed away with him that day.

Two of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen passed away in a short period of time, including Qiu Chuji, the strongest of the seven. This was a huge loss for the Quanzhen Sect.

Although the two had been bedridden before this, outsiders did not know the exact extent of their injuries, and no one would rashly offend the Quanzhen Sect.

Now that the two have died, there are only four left of the Seven Quanzhen Sect. Although the Quanzhen Sect has not yet been destroyed, it is conceivable that the power of the Quanzhen Sect will have shrunk significantly.

Once the power is reduced, the benefits that can be obtained will be less.

There are many disciples in Quanzhen Sect. Their daily food, clothing, housing, transportation, and the making and maintenance of weapons are all huge expenses. Without less income, the lives of these disciples would not be as good as they are now.

At this time, the entire Quanzhen Sect was filled with an atmosphere of sadness, not only for Qiu Chuji and Hao Datong, but also for themselves.

"Zhang Zhiqing, the rest of you go to the back mountain and chop some more firewood. There's also..."

Outside the kitchen in the backyard of Quanzhen Sect, a Taoist priest in charge gave orders to several Taoist priests who were working with a look of contempt.

"Yes, yes, Brother Liu, we got it. We'll be there soon," Zhang Zhiqing responded quickly.

"Don't try to be sneaky, I'll come back to check in the evening," the Taoist priest in charge said, then turned and left.

"He's using chicken feathers as a token of authority. This bastard really thinks we're Taoist priests who work as pyrotechnics," a Taoist priest spat and cursed in the direction the steward was leaving.

"Okay, Junior Brother Wang, please say less. It's because of your mouth that we are here doing all this work now," Zhang Zhiqing stopped Taoist Wang from scolding.

"Brother Zhang, don't blame me. They are just looking for trouble."

"Since that day, we have been suppressed everywhere, and now we are being blamed for the deaths of Uncle Qiu and Uncle Hao."

"If we hadn't coaxed that devil into submission, how could they have gotten the antidote? Now they've labeled us as surrenderists. Bah! If they have the guts, they shouldn't take the antidote."

"Okay, Junior Brother Wang, if complaining is useful, we wouldn't be here right now and just focus on our work."

"Work, work." Taoist Wang was still cursing under his breath, but his body was working honestly.

Zhang Zhiqing looked up at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking. When he lowered his head again and started working, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"It's been almost two years. If you are unkind, don't blame us for being unjust."

Although those who bowed to Mu Sheng in order to survive had turned the page on the surface, they were suppressed everywhere in secret. Not only were the resources they received withheld in various ways, but they were also assigned more and more chores.

Now that Qiu Chuji and Hao Datong have passed away, anyone with a discerning eye knows that the Quanzhen Sect will have a harder and harder time in the future. One can imagine what will happen to this group of people.

Zhang Zhiqing thought of the Mongolian he met when he went down the mountain a month ago, and secretly made up his mind.

Since Yang Guo came down the mountain, he has sent a letter to Mu Sheng and others by flying crows every month. Now he has sent three letters, and the trees outside the ancient tomb have also grown from green and immature to lush and green.

In an ancient tomb, in a secret room.

Li Mochou was lying flat on a bed, covered only with a thin gauze dress, which added a hazy mood to her plump curves and bumps.

Mu Sheng's big hands would wander over Li Mochou's body from time to time, sometimes giving her a few needles and sometimes kneading her a few times. The white and smooth skin under her gauze clothes would sometimes turn red and sometimes ooze out some water.

"The enhancement of physical activity has reached its limit for the time being, but there is still room for improvement in strength." Mu Sheng took a small notebook and a charcoal pencil to record the data.

"Have you seen any changes in your internal training recently?"

"Yes, I've been feeling a little awkward when practicing my internal energy these past few days," Li Mochou said with an unstable breath.

"Oh? What's the awkward way?" Mu Sheng raised his eyebrows and moved his eyes away from the notebook to look at Li Mochou lying on the bed.

"Internal Qi runs to"

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"Okay, that's all for today. I'll think about it first and continue tomorrow." Mu Sheng said as he closed the notebook and left without looking back.

Rumble!
The door of the stone chamber opened and closed, and Li Mochou, who was lying dead on the bed, finally moved. She gently stroked her left breast with her right hand, and slowly explored downward with her left hand.

Soon, a strange sobbing sound was heard in the sealed stone chamber, and the temperature inside rose a little.

Mu Sheng in the aisle sensed the movement in the secret room behind him. The corners of his straight mouth changed slightly. He continued walking at the same pace, and his figure soon disappeared in the aisle.

During this period of time, Mu Sheng used Li Mochou for experiments, trying to find a way to stimulate the body's self-healing ability in preparation for treating the disabilities of those little beggars.

While activating the spiritual halo to subtly influence and transform Li Mochou, it now seems that the effect is very good, and it has successfully made Li Mochou let go of her obsession and no longer suppress her emotions.

I believe that even if Lu Zhanyuan were resurrected, Li Mochou would not go and kill him again. The world would have less hatred and more happiness.

What a joy, what a joy!

At night, in Mu Sheng and Xiao Longnu’s room.

"Long Er, are you ready? I'm about to start."

"Brother Sheng, be careful"

"Don't worry, this has happened so many times, I have experience, nothing will happen."

"uh-huh."

Following a light snort from Xiaolongnu, the two stopped talking and focused on the task at hand.

Xiaolongnu and Mu Sheng were seen sitting on the cold jade bed, one in front and one behind. Xiaolongnu was sitting cross-legged in front with her eyes closed and her five hearts facing the sky, while Mu Sheng was sitting cross-legged in the back with his hands on Xiaolongnu's back.

After obtaining the Xiantian Gong from the Quanzhen Sect, Mu Sheng remembered the Nine Yang Magic Art among the four volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library, so he took the time to ride on the Divine Condor to make a trip.

After reading it once, Mu Sheng confirmed his previous guess that the Nine Yang Divine Art was indeed a pseudo-true Qi realm technique.

After all, in order to master the Nine Yang Divine Art, one needs to break through dozens of mysterious gates and open up hundreds of acupuncture points around the body at once. This method of breakthrough is obviously an unconventional one.

The reason is that the Nine Yang Internal Qi accumulated before is the same as the pseudo-true Qi forcibly condensed by the Xiantian Gong. It is difficult to control it precisely without the control of mental power.

Once the breakthrough begins, there is no way to stop it. Either the breakthrough is successful and the pseudo-true Qi circulates according to the Great Circulation and no longer needs to be specially controlled, or the breakthrough fails and the Qi dissipates and the person dies.

However, although this method is dangerous, it also has its merits. What he and Xiaolongnu are doing now is to gain inspiration from it.

Mu Sheng first helped Xiaolongnu condense the pseudo-true qi of the Jade Girl Heart Sutra version, and then helped her open up the acupuncture points throughout her body through the method of dual cultivation, so that the internal qi could be generated continuously and form a protective qi shield.

Soon, the internal energy in Xiaolongnu's body began to escape from her body surface. After leaving the body an inch, it was forcibly restrained by a force, condensed around Xiaolongnu's body, and began to penetrate inward under this force.

Puff puff!
The acupoints were pierced one after another, and soon all the acupoints on Xiaolongnu's body were connected together, forming a larger and more complex circulation pathway.

"Success!"

Xiaolongnu opened her eyes, felt the internal energy continuously generated in her body, turned around and looked at Mu Sheng.

"Brother Sheng, I feel so strong now."

"Really? I don't believe it."

Mu Sheng directly suppressed it, and soon made Xiaolongnu realize that the power she felt was just an illusion.

Ten days later.
"Gah~gah~"

A crow cried and flew to the bird stand outside the ancient tomb, pecking at the food and combing its feathers.

"Huh? Has Guo'er written to you again?" a cold voice sounded, and a white jade-like hand grabbed the crow's body and took a small bamboo tube from its claws.

Xiao Longnu took out a piece of paper from the bamboo tube, opened it and read it quickly.

"Jiaxing Lujiazhuang, a meeting of heroes."

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(End of this chapter)