The author of the book "The Book of the Dead"

Chapter 151: Jiangshan Renjie, everything retreats

boom!
Warriors from all directions watched as the Ten Perfect Martial Arts appeared.

Li Shimin, Yuan Tiangang, Li Jing, and even other innate masters are on the way to provide support.

Wu Mingkong was dressed in black, holding two daggers, and looked anxious.

The noise Gao Yang made was so loud that it could be heard for miles, and there was also fire that illuminated the sky red.

As long as you have eyes that are not blind, you can see the situation here.

Wu Mingkong discovered that it was Wuyou Manor where his master was, so he rushed there as soon as possible.

Everyone rushed to the vicinity.

The energy and blood rush to the sky, and the sea of clouds rolls.

A man who looked like a demon flew out of Wuyou Manor.

The sky is dark and the blood is boiling.

The scene is like a myth.

Some people around exclaimed.

"The Netherworld Demon Cult? Gao Yang?"

Gao Yang disappeared for nine years, but he is still alive. I am afraid Tongtian must have met with an accident.

At this time, purple light shot up into the sky behind Gao Yang.

boom!
The purple light was like a divine dragon, directly penetrating Gao Yang's huge body.

Gao Yang didn't even have time to scream before his body fell like a kite with a broken string.

boom!
"Huh? Taoist Tongtian is actually a great innate?" Li Shimin raised his eyebrows, seeing Tongtian's true level.

Experts gathered around Liang Yue.

"Master, great skills!" Li Shimin stepped forward and greeted him. He was not wearing a heavy dragon robe, but a clean and neat set of shorts.

Liang Yue greeted everyone.

"This is the Ten Complete Martial Arts. I have traveled around the world for nine years and integrated the martial arts from all directions."

Everyone knew about Tongtian's travels around the world, but at that time they did not take it seriously, thinking that practicing martial arts was too complicated and was like biting off more than one could digest.

Now I know how wise he is.

"Gao Yang is the leader of the Demon Cult, a figure from the previous dynasty, and the strongest warrior in the world. Now that you have defeated Gao Yang, you can be called the best in the world."

The power of that punch was so strong that even Li Shimin himself couldn't take it.

He originally wanted to recruit Liang Yue and confer him a title and give him preferential treatment, but when he thought of Tongtian's repeated refusals before, he gave up the idea.

Li Shimin looked at Wu Mingkong and asked curiously, "Who is this?"

"Wu Mingkong, the daughter of the Wu family, is also my disciple."

Li Shimin suddenly realized and said, "He has great talent and will definitely be the best in the martial arts world in the future."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Wu Mingkong performed the ceremony obediently. At the age of 18, she couldn't help feeling pleased when being praised by the current emperor.

"Since there is nothing else to do, everyone can go home."

Li Shimin turned around and spoke to the masters from all sides.

Everyone followed him back.

The news that Tongtian Taoist killed the leader of Youdu quickly spread far and wide.

Li Shimin personally concluded that this person was the best fighter in the world.

At this point, during the Zhenguan period, Liang Yue was number one in the world, and was known in the martial arts world as: the invincible and all-knowing Taoist.

It is rumored that in addition to the Rising Dragon Fist, Taoist Tongtian has nine other unique skills that have not yet been displayed.

Some people firmly believed in this conclusion, after all, many innate masters witnessed it with their own eyes that day.

Some people didn't quite believe it, after all, Tongtian had only taken action once.

The backyard of the Worry-Free Mansion was in a mess.

Houses collapsed and the air was filled with smoke.

Liang Yue held the twin swords of thunder and fire, sat in the remaining half of the pavilion, and sensed the two new magic weapons.

The magic weapons are just as their names suggest, one is for real fire and the other is for thunder patterns.

"The power is pretty good."

Liang Yue found a piece of rag to wrap the two swords.

Wu Mingkong looked around and said, "Master, shouldn't we clean up?"

"No need, we can hire someone to repair it tomorrow."

"It's too expensive. Let me do the work on your behalf." Wu Mingkong's eyes rolled. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his snow-white arms, and prepared to move the stones and beams.

Liang Yue laughed dumbly and said, "Stop acting. If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have something to fart, fart quickly."

After being together for so long, how could I not know the little girl’s true nature?

"Master, I want to learn the Ten Perfect Martial Arts."

"can."

Liang Yue nodded in agreement.

The Ten Perfect Martial Arts must be verified again by an outsider.

If you observe it from beginning to end, perhaps you can find a way to break through to the realm above the Great Innate.

"Thank you Master!"

After that, the Ten Complete Martial Arts was inherited by Wu Mingkong.

Liang Yue orally narrated the contents of martial arts, and Wu Mingkong memorized them carefully.

One night passed by suddenly.

The sky was just beginning to lighten and the sky in the east was turning pale.

Wu Mingkong was full of hope and said:

"The Demon Cult is destroyed, and the world is now at peace."

"Is it peaceful?"

Gao Yang Gao Yang rose to power because of Kuafu. As more and more immortals appeared, countless strong men emerged from the deep mountains and old forests.

Even in unknown deep mountains, there may be monsters that have taken elixirs from the earth or have been invaded by monster blood, hiding somewhere and developing in secret.

"There are talented people from generation to generation, and each of them leads the way for hundreds of years."

Liang Yue said this for some reason.

"Each of us has been at the forefront for hundreds of years... Will there be such a day in my future?" Wu Mingkong murmured to himself.

Liang Yue walked to the front yard facing the sunlight.

Golden light falls on the shoulders, and the breeze gently blows the corners of the clothes.

Be it a demon or a genius.

They are like a swarm of carp crossing the river, coming in an endless stream, challenging their predecessors as latecomers.

"When the enemy comes, we will stop him. When the water comes, we will block it with earth. Let's welcome the next generation of geniuses."

In the vast history and long years, he is the highest mountain and the longest river. These generations of heroes who gather the wisdom of all living beings may bring about different changes.

……

Theater.

The gongs and drums are beating, and the pitiful person appears.

Emperors, generals, you finish your speech and I will take the stage.

Wu Mingkong dressed up as the Overlord, looking majestic and powerful, and fought on the battlefield.

The spectators applauded.

time flies.

As Tongtian traveled around the world, martial arts began to move to a higher level, and all schools and sects were developing and becoming more professional and organized.

During the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, martial arts were controlled by aristocratic families, and were passed down from father to son behind high walls in small courtyards. It was not until Lingbao passed on the skills that the aristocratic families' monopoly was broken, and martial arts became comprehensive, and the master-disciple tradition began to appear.

The warlords of the Six Garrisons of the Northern Wei Dynasty and the sects of the Southern Dynasties were all products of the popularization of military power. Families mastered unique martial arts and established huge martial arts organizations with civilians as peripheral forces.

The rise of Li Tang came from this.

But the essence of martial arts is still that of aristocratic families, it’s just that common people have more channels for advancement than before.

Now that martial arts are further developed, there will be sects that influence local areas in the future. The spread of martial arts will no longer be limited to the imperial court, and will show a trend of flourishing among the people.

Boom boom!
After the opera ended, Wu Mingkong made a beautiful gun flower with a firm look in his eyes, as if he had made some kind of decision.

She returned to the backstage, changed into her regular clothes, walked up to Liang Yue, and said:
"Master, there is fire in my blood and I cannot stay still. Medicine may not be the path I seek."

"What do you want to do?" Liang Yue neither supported nor opposed.

You don't want to be the emperor, do you?

Is the power of historical revisionism really that strong?

"I plan to establish my own sect, and I hope Master will give me a name!"

"Since you are the one who intends to establish a sect, the decision should be made by you."

Wu Mingkong has a keen sense of smell and realizes that martial arts will become more prosperous in the future and the power of warriors will influence the court.

He who controls the martial arts world controls the world.

"Let's call it... Tianxiahui."

Wu Mingkong had no interest in the imperial court, and he hated intrigue and conspiracy.

It is better to study martial arts, pursue world peace, and break through the limits of the human body.

"Good name."

"The Tianxia Association recruits people based on their talents, and only looks at talent, not bloodline."

Wu Mingkong intends to establish an upright sect.

Based on the Ten Perfect Martial Arts, he is invincible in the world.

"Master, do you want to join the Tianxia Association? Become the first disciple?"

"Go away, Tian Gang!"

Liang Yue scolded with a smile.

……

The days are leisurely, but the years pass quickly.

Listen to opera when you are free and practice martial arts when you are busy.

Gathering energy and eating the clouds, visualizing the vastness of the universe.

At night, Gao Yang's corpse is studied. This corpse is a demonized mortal body and has great research value.

The three disciples of Jiejiao were separated from each other.

Wu Mingkong broke through to the innate level half a year later.

A school was opened in Chang'an to teach art.

Hanyuan Hall.

After receiving the news, Li Shimin paced around the hall for a while.

"Draft an imperial decree to grant the Qi Wangfu of the previous dynasty a set of imperial plaques."

Taoist Master Tongtian is not after fame or fortune; to win over Wu Mingkong is to win over Tongtian.

It's not about currying favor with this person, but about making the martial arts environment more stable.

As the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, one must abandon the mentality of relying on luck and consider all unstable things.

In the 19th year of Zhenguan, Liang Yue was 37 years old.

Liang Yue looks like a mature middle-aged man.

Carefree Residence.

Wu Mingkong was slender and graceful, with upturned eyebrows, eyes as sharp as swords, and beautiful facial features, making her look like a murderous beauty.

At this moment, the woman looked at her master with reluctance in her eyes.

Liang Yue carried his bag and said goodbye to his disciples.

"Master, will you be away for another nine years this time? When can I see you again?"

"It's hard to say." Liang Yue said sternly, "Mingkong, you must learn to say goodbye. All good things must come to an end. You must understand this principle."

"Disciple understands." Wu Mingkong then thought of something and said, "Master, wait a moment."

After that, she came to the door and told the servants to drive away.

Half an hour later.

"Master, Mr. Yan has arrived!"

The curtain of the car opened and an old man got out.

The old man has mottled hair and a strange face.

"Yan Liben greets Sect Master Wu, Taoist Master Tongtian."

This person is the famous painter Yan Liben.

Liang Yue burst out laughing.

Mingkong is so similar to myself back then.

Fearing the passing of time, desperately clinging to every fragment of memory, dreading a future of being alone.

Yan Liben painted portraits of the two people separately.

The brushwork is exquisite and the ink is wonderful, and the workmanship is beyond imagination.

A lifelike appearance appears on the drawing paper.

"Your painting skills are comparable to Gu Kaizhi."

"Master, have you seen Gu Kaizhi's masterpiece?" Yan Liben asked in surprise.

"I have seen Gu Kaizhi's painting of the Langya King's banquet at Lanting."

That happened more than two hundred years ago.

Liang Yue took away Wu Mingkong's portrait and left without looking back.

"Go!"

The worldly ties are over, and all things are retreated.

I have a goal in this life, which is to research a method to extend my life by 150 years. It won’t be too late to enjoy the prosperous times later.

Wu Mingkong watched his master disappear into the distance.

Having lost her father at a young age, her feelings towards Liang Yue are not those between a man and a woman, but rather the affection between a father and a teacher.

"Master, goodbye."

……

At the end of the road, Liang Yue walked east.

This time he plans to go to Japan.

See this legendary place where the sun rises.

The mentality of the immortals eventually affected Liang Yue himself.

Nine years is already a huge number in the eyes of ordinary people.

When a person is born, the countdown of life begins. This is the mentality that all mortals have.

Although Liang Yue is struggling in the last days of the Dharma, his theoretical lifespan actually has no upper limit, so his mentality is different from that of ordinary people.

After this departure, he disappeared without a trace.

The short-lived number one in the world seems to have been forgotten.

Even if there are ambitious latecomers challenging us, there is no way to follow.

(End of this chapter)