Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 116: Bei Ming Divine Art, Ling Bo Wei Bu (asking for monthly ticket)
"Since you have kowtowed a thousand times, you must serve me as my mentor and never regret it. This scroll contains the essence of Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts. You must diligently practice it once a day at dawn, noon, and dusk. If you slack off for even a moment, I will frown and grieve. Once you have mastered your skills, you can go to the Langhuan Blessed Land and read all the classics. The martial arts of every sect in the world are collected here, and they will all be at your disposal. Work hard, and when you have completed your studies, come down the mountain and kill all the Xiaoyao Sect disciples for me. If even one is left out, I will resent you deeply, both in heaven and on earth."

Mu Wanqing read the lines of fine words on the white silk word by word, and couldn't help but exclaim "Ah", and looked at Qin Hongmian in surprise.

She wasn't afraid of the words "kill all the Xiaoyao Sect disciples," but rather she was thinking, "Why do I have to kowtow a thousand times? I'm still hurting my eyebrows if I don't practice?"

"It's a lie, don't bother with it."

Zhang Kuang reached out and took the silk bag and opened it directly. Inside was a rolled-up silk scroll.

The first line is the four characters "北冥神工" (Northern Dark Divine Art), written in beautiful and powerful handwriting, followed by an introduction to the core essence of the Northern Dark Divine Art (according to the original author).

The following is a diagram of the operation of Beiming Divine Art.

"Ah!" Mu Wanqing couldn't help but scream when she saw the picture. Her heart was pounding. She looked at Zhang Kuang repeatedly and her face flushed.

It turns out that the picture is actually a portrait of a reclining naked woman!

The woman in the picture is naked, and her face is exactly the same as the jade statue. However, compared with the solemn and precious appearance of the jade statue, the expression and temperament of the woman in the painting are completely devoid of the awe-inspiring and inviolable nature of the fairy Gushe. She only has a charming and enchanting smile on her eyebrows, eyes, lips and cheeks, like a seductive witch who seduces people into depravity.

Qin Hongmian's eyes twitched when she saw this scene, and she couldn't help but curse, "What kind of crappy martial arts is this? It's so dishonest!"

Zhang Kuang hummed, then said, “What people see is determined by their brains.

I don't see any alluring women, I only see the diagram of the meridians in the martial arts. Unlike you, your mind is full of filth, you only see seductive women, but turn a blind eye to the magical skills."

Zhang Kuang said this without feeling guilty at all.

Although the painter of this picture has amazing brushwork and the woman's charm, allure and gorgeous posture are portrayed vividly and lifelike, to put it bluntly, she is not a living person.

No matter what, Zhang Kuang is used to seeing beauties. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has been surrounded by flowers. How could a mere picture of a beauty shake his rock-hard heart?
"Wanqing, kneel down and do me a favor."

Zhang Kuang said confidently.

Qin Hongmian was stunned for a moment, then immediately shouted, "No!"

"Then you come?" Zhang Kuang glanced at her sideways.

Qin Hongmian showed hesitation on her face, and then she saw that Mu Wanqing didn't hesitate at all and listened to Zhang Kuang's orders obediently, which made her feel as if she was struck by lightning.

"You, you guys..."

"Stop talking so much. This magical skill is right in front of you. Why don't you come and practice it?"

Zhang Kuang spread out the white silk, and saw thirty-six pictures of beauties displayed one by one. They were all portraits of nude women, but some were standing, some were lying, some were showing their chests, some were showing their backs. Their postures were different, but their faces were the same. However, their expressions were different, some were happy, some were sad, some were gazing with affection, and some were slightly angry.

Qin Hongmian's face flushed as she read this, but she still wrote down every word - her qualifications were really limited, and she didn't understand many things, so she had to simply learn how the Qi circulated, but she still stumbled.

Compared with Qin Hongmian, Zhang Kuang's speed is many times faster.

I saw a brilliant light coming out from his forehead, and the horizontal eye made of Tai Chi diagram opened at some point, and three inches of light was injected into the white silk. The beauty in the portrait actually walked down the silk slowly, and passed in front of him as if alive.

He learned all thirty-six chapters of Beiming Divine Art in one go, including the Lingbo Weibu at the end.

Unfortunately, the I Ching is so profound that even the Light Footstep only captures the direction of movement. Even if one learns it thoroughly, one rarely grasps even a single principle. However, the Light Footstep is also truly remarkable. "When encountering a powerful enemy, use it to protect yourself, accumulate internal energy, and then strike the enemy dead." While other light skills consume internal energy, the Light Footstep actually has the effect of accumulating internal energy, making it undoubtedly a divine skill even on its own.

However, this map is of no use to Zhang Kuang now, so he concentrates on dealing with Mu Wanqing.

……

……

"call--"

"Is that all you've learned?"

Zhang Kuang patted Qin Hongmian's oval face in front of him, his expression still teasing as he reached out to pick up the fruit. "Wanqing has been practicing for much longer than you, and now she has already cultivated to the third diagram. And you, on the other hand, are still on the second diagram?"

Qin Hongmian looked at Mu Wanqing, who was sitting on a futon in the distance, practicing her inner cultivation quietly. Her expression was filled with both pride and shame. "My talent isn't as good as hers..."

"Blue is derived from blue, yet it is worse than blue; ice is made from water, yet it is colder than water. Therefore, a disciple need not be inferior to his teacher, and a teacher need not be better than his disciple. There are differences in the order of learning the truth, and in the specialization of skills. That is all."

He was arrogantly shaking his head and showing off his literary talent, completely forgetting that these were two...

But Qin Hongmian couldn't hear what he said. Instead, she felt that what he said made sense. She nodded twice, but then she felt doubly ashamed. She just glared at him and said, "You've said all the good and bad things!"

"So what?" Zhang Kuang chuckled, then added, "Is the picture pretty?"

"It looks good..." Qin Hongmian thought Zhang Kuang was talking about the person in the picture.

But unexpectedly, the other party whispered in her ear: "Use the posture shown in the picture to demonstrate, maybe you will learn faster."

"you!"

Qin Hongmian's body suddenly weakened a bit, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at Mu Wanqing. She saw her ears pricked up, as if to listen, and she felt even more ashamed.

He immediately said, "There's a door next to it..."

Obviously, Qin Hongmian still pays more attention to her dignity in front of her disciples.

Maybe I can't let go?

Zhang Kuang didn't care and said to Mu Wanqing beside him, "Wanqing, practice well. Your master and I will go to the side to take a look."

Mu Wanqing sat cross-legged on the mat, nodded with her back to the two of them, and said "hmm" softly. Although her reaction was cold, there seemed to be two fires burning on her white jade-like face. Her eyes were shy and timid, but she was still looking at the beauty in the scroll with great seriousness, diligently learning knowledge from it.

There was a moon-shaped door on the left side of the stone chamber, and Zhang Kuang and Qin Hongmian walked in.

I saw another stone room inside, with a stone bed inside and a small wooden cradle covered with dust in front of the bed.

Zhang Kuang frowned and swept the energy from his body. The dust in the entire stone chamber was swept over by the energy, fell into his hands, and spun wildly, gradually condensing into a stone ball, which he threw into the corner.

There were other things in the room, but Zhang Kuang and Qin Hongmian obviously had no time to pay attention to them. They just practiced the knowledge of Bei Ming Divine Art according to the scroll in their memory.

(End of this chapter)