The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 273 Instructions
At this moment, Wu Chengyu was also asking himself, was his heart really not sincere?
It seems that this is indeed the case. From the very beginning, his goal was to perfect the revised Quanxing Gongfa. Because the bamboo slips said that to perfect and practice it to the highest level, one must understand the true meaning of Taoism, he began his life of memorizing the text.

Therefore, Wu Chengyu was not cultivating Taoism at all. He never thought about these things from the beginning. He simply thought that he could understand the classics by memorizing them, and then naturally cultivated the nameless divine skill to its peak.

His goal was always to cultivate martial arts; Taoist cultivation was not even in his subconscious. Since his heart was not sincere, he was merely memorizing and sought answers from a bunch of old Taoist priests. The result was that the more he memorized, the more confused his mind became and the more complicated his thoughts became.

"However, if you don't understand the true meaning of Taoism, you can't master this martial art."

"Look at you, kid, all you can think about is martial arts. Aren't you satisfied with the level you've reached at your age? If you keep practicing, do you think you can fly through the air, kill people from thousands of miles away, and become invincible in the world?"
Who told you that the true meaning of Taoism is necessarily above those classics? Some so-called classics are just utter nonsense. You can smell the truth in nonsense.

Everyone has their own path. Even if someone hasn't become a monk or cultivated Taoism, and only knows a little farming, or is even physically weak, and your martial arts skills could easily kill him, do you really think you're superior to him?

"Back in Suzhou, although I could tell that you were practicing the Quanxing martial arts, I only gave you some pointers to help you calm your mind. Do you know why? Because you were practically a domestic dog back then."

Some time ago, I saw you again in Zhongnan Mountain. Although your appearance has changed drastically, your skill has become even more refined. I recognized you at first glance.

At this point, you are no longer a domestic dog, but a lone wolf wandering around, with such a strong killing intent, aimless, and pretending to seek the Tao at the Quanzhen Sect.

I sent Ma Yu and a few other young Taoist priests to discuss the Tao with you. They thought I was trying to enlighten you, but they were wrong. I just wanted you to know that the Tao you see is not yours. The Tao cannot be sought, discussed, or cultivated.

"You first need to know who you really are and what you want to do in this world. Even if you want to live a carefree life, you still need to have your own rules. So, kid, let me ask you again, who exactly are you?"

Wu Chengyu remained silent. In fact, he was slowly realizing his own problems, especially after this trip to Chang'an. He had gained a lot and killed many villains, but these were not what he really wanted to do. He just couldn't figure out what he really wanted to do.

"Senior, what kind of person do you think I am?"

"I don't understand either. You don't even know who you are, so why are you asking me?"

However, you are no ordinary person. At such a young age, you have cultivated to such a level, which is truly astonishing. We, the Quanxing Divine Skill, do not know what key we have lost.

For over a thousand years, no one was able to master it. Later, my grandmaster comprehended a new technique from the Quanxing Daojing, which preserved the lineage of ours.

Later, I saw that Wang Chongyang was a good kid and intended to take him as my disciple. I gave him the Quanxing Daojing (Complete Nature Dao Scripture), and he was the second person to comprehend martial arts from it. However, we were on different paths and could not work together. This kid sought the Dao of Quanzhen Sect and did not accept the Quanxing Dao lineage.

He actually managed to comprehend the innate skill of severing emotions and desires from a perfectly good book, the Complete Daoist Scripture. I was too kind to him, which both made him successful and harmed him. This brilliant and talented person, who could be called a Daoist patriarch, passed away prematurely. This is my great sin.

And you? No one has guided you, at least not that little monkey Mo Guisheng. You are the third person in a thousand years to have comprehended the Quanxing Daojing on your own, and you haven't gone astray. The cultivation method of your lineage is even superior to the method passed down by my grandmaster.

So, you've already done incredibly well. Mo Guisheng choosing you as the successor of the Quanxing lineage is a stroke of incredible luck. But I don't understand why, given your talent, you're so confused about your own path. It shouldn't be like that.

How could someone who is indecisive and aimless possibly achieve such success?

Wu Chengyu didn't know how to answer. Whether it was the old Taoist's grandmaster or Wang Chongyang, they were both true masters who had comprehended the Quanxing Divine Skill on their own.

Although Wang Chongyang went down the wrong path, it was because his pursuits were inconsistent with the principles of Quanxing. To achieve such success despite going down the wrong path is all the more remarkable.

But Wu Chengyu's martial arts skills today are ultimately due to his cheat system. He studied and replicated them little by little with the guidance of the bamboo slips. It was like an open-book exam, and an open-book exam with answers provided.

Therefore, his temperament is inconsistent with his cultivation level and everything he is doing now. The higher his skill level and the more he does, the more confused he becomes.

Those who take shortcuts will never have truly exceptional intellect and perseverance. Wu Chengyu is now completely unworthy of his position; in essence, he is still the same ordinary person from his previous life whose edges have been worn down by society, lacking any real achievements or ideals.

However, this also cleared up Wu Chengyu's previous doubts. Wang Chongyang's Quanxing version of the Innate Skill was actually given to him by the old Taoist priest Zhenxiang. This old Taoist priest was Wang Chongyang's guide, but Wang Chongyang was determined and did not choose Quanxing.

"There are some things that even if I break them down and explain them to you in detail, you still won't really understand them. You may understand the principles, but that's all you'll know."

That's all for today. I see you took some ingredients; why don't you cook me a nice meal as a token of your respect?

Wu Chengyu didn't ask any more questions. He silently got up and went to the next room, which was a simple kitchen.

He went down the mountain and got some lamb legs and mushrooms, and also bought some fruit. The kitchen was completely empty, so he simply found some tree branches, sliced ​​the meat off the lamb legs, skewered it on the branches, lit a charcoal fire, took out the Thirteen Spices, and gave Old Mo a live grilling session.

At the same time, he also made a fresh soup with mushrooms, adding nothing but a little salt to highlight the freshness of the mushrooms and neutralize the gamey smell of the mutton.

When Mo Laodao tasted it, his face lit up with delight. It seemed that this old man had never tasted anything truly good before, and Wu Chengyu had conquered his taste buds with just a little bit of skill.

"Look, this is your strength. With such good skills, why bother practicing martial arts? If you study your skills properly and become the number one chef in the world, in my opinion, you will be no different from Wang Chongyang, the Central Divine."

One practices martial arts, the other cooks. Martial arts allows one to help the weak and oppressed, while cooking allows people to enjoy delicious food. Which do you think is more noble?

Wu Chengyu disagreed with this point. In later generations, those martial arts masters might not have fared as well as the executive chefs of Michelin-starred restaurants, but in this feudal society, those famous chefs had no choice but to curry favor with martial arts masters or they would be beaten up.

(End of this chapter)