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

Chapter 64: Martial Arts School, Return of an Old Friend (Monthly Ticket Plus)

The man is dead.

Liang Yue retracted his gaze, burned Sun Heng's body, and was reluctant to go down the mountain.

The long-burning lamp was on, and the Taoist sat beside the stone table, deep in thought.

"Superior alien species, sixty years of internal strength master..."

Sun Heng gave a lot of information, such as the ordinary sixty-year-old internal force master or the top-grade alien species in the world.

Sun Tai, Sima Daozi, Sima Shangzhi, Wang Guobao, Wang Gong, Xie Xuan, Huan Xuan, Huan Ji...

The number of barbarian masters in the North was five or six times that of the Southern Dynasty.

Liang Yue was not afraid that they would attack him. He had magic to protect him. Even if the other party was a so-called human-shaped beast, they were still mortal and would die if killed.

But the problem is coming.

If the other party attacks you in public, how should you counterattack?
Using magic in public would make one famous all over the world, which would not be in line with one's strategy.

"Maybe, I can become a martial arts master." Liang Yue paced back and forth, thinking deeply.

In recent years, my internal strength has remained at around 20 years.

It’s not that he doesn’t practice, but the moment his internal energy is generated, it is immediately transformed into true energy by the jade silkworm, and the true energy is consumed through practicing spells.

As the jade silkworm continued to suck blood, his internal strength had not been able to break through.

"Now that I'm proficient in Taoism, it's time to consider stopping for a while."

Everything is changing. As the Liang family grows in strength, it is inevitable that they will come to the fore.

Changle Town has 30,000 soldiers, and in the most extreme case, it can have 6,000 soldiers. It is already a separatist lord. If Liang Yue is a little more ruthless, he can also annex and suppress the surrounding clans to form a military town with more than 10,000 soldiers, and then ask the court for rewards.

In this situation, whether it is the Sun family, the Sima family, or other big families, if there is an expert assassination, wouldn't it expose their own strength?

"Therefore, stop practicing magic for a while and practice your inner strength first. At least become a top-grade master to cover up your mistake."

Secondly, integrate the current spells to create a more comprehensive internal skill.

The internal skills that he currently possessed, the Divine Fist, the Ghostly Fire Palm, the Eight Animals, the Boundary, and the Five Animals, cover the entire small circulation in the meridians.

"Then use the Simple Pure Yang Kung as a blueprint to create a Small Zhoutian Pure Yang Kung."

My internal strength has been improved very quickly, and I estimate that I can become a top-notch master in less than a year.

On the one hand, creating inner strength is also for the benefit of future generations.

The immortal arts cannot be passed down, but at least the internal strength can be passed down.

One can transform his corpse into a refined form, and after death his true energy can be transformed into internal strength and passed on to future generations, who can then rule the world.

In the future, people's impression of me will be that of a master of medicine and internal strength.

This is how to integrate into history and become history.

After returning, Liang Yue worked behind closed doors.

In three days, you will have mastered the internal skills.

The next day.

Wutong Garden.

The turtle was basking in the sun and the crows were flying around in the sky.

Liang Yue gathered a group of children and teenagers.

Liu Jue, Tan Daoji, Tan Long, Liu Yifeng, Bao Qizhi, Xiao Zezhi, as well as a man of average appearance and slightly taller stature named Liang Liang, and another short man named Liang Guang. These were the descendants of the Liang family who changed their surnames.

"From today on, I will establish the Changle School and teach you the Pure Yang Kung Fu and many other internal skills. You must practice diligently."

Eighty years is a long time, and the political situation in the Southern Dynasty is unstable, so private armed forces are necessary and brotherhood cannot be relied upon for everything.

After all, mortals and emperors are two species.

The quality of soldiers and horses is more important than their quantity. A decent armed force can enable you to advance and retreat freely.

After all, there will be a whole family to protect in the future.

"Yes!!"

Some people were confused, some were excited, and some didn't know what the so-called Changle School was.

"Tan Daoji, come forward!"

Liang Yue pointed at Tan Daoji.

"Disciple greets the owner!"

Tan Daoji knelt on his knees and bowed his head to listen to the order, feeling a little confused and excited.

Liang Yue took out a dragon-head ring knife. The knife was as smooth as a mirror, with ancient dragon patterns on the surface.

"This is the sword of loyalty. Loyalty should never be forgotten."

Tan Daoji stood up and held the knife with both hands, keeping the owner's words in mind.

Liang Yue took out another eight-sided Han sword that flashed with cold light.

"This is the sword of benevolence. You must not lose your benevolence."

Tan Daoji held the sword in both hands and said in a firm voice: "Disciple will remember your teachings."

"From now on, you will be the head of Changle Sect. The Changle Sect's martial arts inheritance depends on one's character and one's aptitude. You cannot use public tools for personal gain. You must protect Changle and do not allow any loss."

As soon as Liang Yue finished speaking, the first martial arts school in this world appeared.

The Taiping Tianshi Dao had this trend in the past, but later it fell apart and gradually became a martial art among the aristocracy.

Of course, Liang Yue’s purpose in creating this sect now is also to protect his own clan, but after his death, he can leave the direction of the sect to his descendants.

To protect the great way, to pacify the country, and to enjoy eternal happiness and freedom, this is the teaching of our sect.

"Disciple obey!"

Tan Daoji knelt down, his heart no longer filled with excitement, but with a heavy sense of responsibility. Changle Town Liuzhuang, this peaceful place outside the world, will be protected by him in the future.

This is the responsibility we have given ourselves, and we must defend it to the death.

"Remember, once you become the head of a sect, you cannot take up a secular position. Even if you want to take up a secular position, you must first resign as the head of the sect."

"Disciple understands!"

"Be kind and righteous, do not betray your loyalty, do not leave your post without permission, and do not forget your righteousness when you see profit."

"Disciple, remember this!"

After that, Tan Daoji became the head of the Changle School.

Of course, he is just a kid king now.

"Go ahead and train them in martial arts."

Liang Yue leaned back on the recliner and waved his hand. Tan Daoji led the others to the open space to practice martial arts.

Some of the others were lazy, some were crying, and a few were concentrating on learning martial arts.

Liang Yue didn't know what kind of changes his casual actions today would bring to the world.

But what we are doing today is just to save our lives in this chaotic world.

Just do it casually, that's all.

night.

Liang Yue did not make the elixir, but took the Dahuan Pill in his boudoir to move his qi and blood and transform his internal strength.

The burning internal force flows like the Milky Way, constantly accumulating.

The red candle was dimly lit. Zhu Yingtai was plump, wearing a thin nightgown. Her skin was whiter than snow and her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

A scent of jasmine wafted from his nose and Liang Yue opened his eyes.

"Shanbo, let's have another child." Zhu Yingtai said shyly.

If I can’t give birth to a boy, I won’t be able to hold my head up when I go back to my parents’ home.

"Okay, let's give birth to Jingming."

The red candle goes out.

The small courtyard has high walls and the years are long.

A few months later, Zhu Yingtai became pregnant again.

Wutong Garden.

"Yingtai, stop playing with the children. Take care of yourself and wait until Jingming comes out. The safety of mother and child is the most important." Liang Yue advised while stroking his beard.

He still couldn't help but use his true Qi to find out the gender of the child.

It doesn’t matter whether the baby is a boy or a girl, I’m just curious.

"Ah."

The back mountain of Liuzhuang.

The bamboo leaves cast shadows and the willows sway gently.

Outside the house, the persimmon tree is in bloom and bearing fruit, and the new grave is covered with green grass.

Liang Yue was drinking alone in a snow-white crane cloak. The cloak was left by Shi Quanzi, and he always wore it.

It is hard to swallow wine when one drinks alone.

Liang Yue's gaze was far away, and his thoughts drifted far away.

The back mountain used to be very lively, with people like Shi Quanzi, Jie Kong, Bao Liang, Dong Ze, Ge Hong, and Xie Xuan.

Old friends have gone and are leaving.

Now Liang Yue is the only one drinking alone.

It seems that I was born this way, and everything always leaves me.

The west wind blows coldly over the water, and everyone in the room is dressed in white as snow.

The breeze blows the shade of the trees, and the persimmons are about to ripen, just like the children who are growing healthily.

Unconsciously, the 27-year-old Liang Yue seemed to have become much older in mentality.

rustle……

There were footsteps in the bamboo forest.

Liang Yue looked back suddenly.

I saw that man with white hair, a tall hat and a Taoist robe, looking like an immortal.

For a moment, Liang Yue's mind was in a trance.

"Sanbo, I'm back."

"Puff..." Liang Yue spit out a mouthful of wine, "You scared me, I thought Shi Quanzi was back, how come you became a Taoist priest too?"

Nostalgia is nostalgia, and sentimentality is sentimentality.

If Shi Quanzi really comes back to life, he must be suppressed with the glutinous rice peach wood sword.

"It's a long story..."

"Anyway, welcome back, Xie Kangle."

The person who came was Xie Xuan, whom he had not seen for several years.

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