Gu Long: Dominating the Martial Arts World Starting from Transmigrating as A Fei

Upon hearing Lianxing's words, the limp Xingnu was so ashamed that she immediately burrowed into her scattered clothes.

Like Lianxing, this was the first time in her life that she had come into contact with a man and experienced the benefits of men.

She had no idea that her body was like this.

Before Ah Fei traveled through time, he often took online classes through educational videos.

But he had only seen girls like Xingnu with a few teachers.

It is as rare as a priceless treasure.

He said helplessly to Lianxing:

"Your maid is exceptionally talented; she is destined for greatness in the future."

Lianxing looked smug upon hearing this and said:

"My judgment has always been exceptional."

Xingnu understood that what Afei praised and what Lianxing was proud of were two completely different things, and she was so ashamed that she dared not raise her head.

It was already completely dark outside.

The snow-covered mountains turned the night sky crimson.

Xingnu finished tidying up and lay down with Lianxing in front of Afei, their heads facing Afei.

Xingnu's figure became the tallest of the three, as thin as a bamboo pole.

Ah Fei carefully prepared the two masks and used the medicine from the bottle to cover the two women's pretty faces.

He operated the machine meticulously, his hands never trembling.

After the two women sat up again, they looked at each other and could no longer recognize each other as they usually were.

Lianxing smiled and said:

"If we go back to the palace like this, it will definitely scare my sister."

Xingnu nodded slightly in response.

However, she often glanced furtively at Ah Fei, clearly preoccupied with something else.

Ah Fei was very satisfied with his masterpiece, after all, this was the first time he had disguised two beautiful women.

It was a novel experience in my life.

He carefully examined the two monks' faces to avoid any mistakes, and instructed them as he did so:

"Next time you meet someone, be sure to change your voice."

Lianxing nodded, looked at Xingnu, and said:

"No problem, but Xingnu hasn't mastered the voice-changing technique yet, so please don't speak yet."

Xingnu nodded and obeyed:

"Yes."

Three monks walked under the night sky, and they were getting close to the 'Scripture Pavilion'.

Throughout the journey, Lianxing's heart was never at peace.

Although she became unrecognizable to herself, her physical disabilities were miraculously cured.

Although these weren't her real hands and feet, and although they were so rough they didn't seem to belong to her.

But these are perfectly intact and healthy hands and feet.

People who are not disabled can never truly understand the hardships and suffering experienced by those who are disabled.

They were neglected, ostracized, and discriminated against.

The strange looks they received seemed to isolate them from the world.

Therefore, even in the sweltering summer, Lianxing would wear a thick long-sleeved outfit just to cover up her physical disability.

She has been disabled for nearly twenty years.

Now, Ah Fei's "disguise technique" has actually enabled her to regain healthy hands and feet.

Although it was only for a short two hours.

A thought suddenly arose in Lianxing's mind.

Regardless of the outcome of this trip, once she reaches the eighth level of the Mingyu Gong, she will immediately abduct Afei back to the Yihua Palace.

In that case, not only can you always have a healthy body, but also...

However, if I only change the appearance of my hands and feet, I probably won't need to take them off for him to see, right?

When Lianxing recalled Afei's hands, she felt a strange warmth well up from the bottom of her heart and flow throughout her body.

A fire seemed to burn in my heart, but I didn't know if it was shame or anger.

Composing herself, Lianxing thought to herself, "Anyway, Afei said that once he finishes what he needs to do on the mountain, he'll be at my disposal."

The idea immediately took hold of Lianxing's mind, making her so excited that her breathing became uneven.

Once you reach the seventh or eighth level of the Mingyu Gong, you can no longer rely solely on the accumulation of true qi to advance to the next level.

The key lies in understanding martial arts; this is true of most of the world's most unparalleled martial arts.

This realization can occur when comprehending the Tao, when experiencing the natural world, or after experiencing great joy or sorrow.

This insight is vague and ethereal; different individual circumstances can lead to an unstable opportunity for promotion.

There are even rumors that some powerful predecessors practiced divine skills by lying in the mountains and forests to absorb the essence of heaven and earth.

After experiencing a series of events in the thatched hut, Lianxing, under intense emotional stimulation, actually gained some insights and reached the threshold of the eighth level of the Mingyu Gong.

In other words, she will soon reach the eighth level of cultivation.

This made Lianxing feel more confident about her plan against Afei.

The mountain road is rarely visited by people.

There might have been some monks around before, but after Ah Fei escaped, there were obviously even fewer people due to the martial law.

However, if you occasionally run into a few, you just nod and walk past them.

Perhaps it is because Mount Song covers a vast area, with numerous temples and monks, making unified management difficult.

Therefore, no restrictions were implemented on the area outside the Zen temple.

No one will question the three of them before they enter the monastery.

As we approached the 'Scripture Pavilion,' it was already brightly lit.

Outside the courtyard wall, Afei and Lianxing secretly searched the area carefully to make sure there were no ambushes before the three of them gathered together.

It seems that the monks on guard here are all stationed in the courtyard.

Afei and Lianxing exchanged a glance and nodded before quietly peeking at the 'Scripture Pavilion' from the courtyard wall.

The Sutra Repository was located in the center of the courtyard, with buildings surrounding the courtyard walls.

Monks would occasionally come out to patrol and change shifts.

After the two monks had made their rounds, one of them went to the wall to urinate.

Another tall, thin monk said impatiently:

"Can't you just go to the outhouse?"

The monk who was urinating was as fat as a pig, and he replied:

"The outhouse is on the other side, but the accommodation is on this side. It's freezing cold, so I just took care of it here."

The two monks were similar in build to Afei and Xingnu.

So they fell down and were dragged into the shadows by the wall.

Inside the 'Library Pavilion,' the candlelight was dim.

Although the several Buddhist lamps had only been lit recently and were burning vigorously due to the abundance of lamp oil.

But the bookshelves in the attic were arranged in a row, blocking the light.

In the center of the pavilion stands a white jade Buddha statue, solemn and dignified.

An old monk was sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat in front of the Buddha.

The monk was imposing, yet his robes remained open despite the cold weather.

If it weren't for his white eyebrows and beard, no one would be able to tell his age.

This person was none other than the monk Xinjing, the third among the seven disciples of the head monk.

Because he was the most cautious and prudent, he was put in charge of this most important "Scripture Repository".

Since he took charge of the cabinet, there has never been a loss in more than 30 years.

However, recently, a theft of scriptures and secret texts occurred in the "Scripture Pavilion".

This not only punished Xin Jing, but also caused him to lose face.

Therefore, he has been on his toes these days.

Not only did he replace the disciples guarding the 'Scripture Pavilion', but he also increased the number of guards, and he himself almost never slept or rested.

With such strict security measures in place, he would never allow the scriptures and secret texts to be stolen again.

Two footsteps approached the door, and the burly old monk suddenly opened his eyes wide.