Catalogue of forbidden Taoist techniques

But as a last resort, this old man, who was as strong as a lion even when his life was in danger, asked Reisi Munakata to meet with Ling Wuji.

Ling Wu Ji had no objection and met the old man again.

"The last time we met was about a year ago, right?"

The old man said while coughing.

Ling Wu Ji used the technique in the pot to help the other party sort out his illness, but it only relieved his pain. Once Ling Wu Ji's suppression was lost, the illness in the old man's body would once again overwhelm his vitality. In a sense, Ling Wu Ji felt that the only reason he could live until now was because his will was too strong.

"I almost forgot that you are actually an expert in medicine. It was because of your medical skills that I wanted to see you. But who would have thought that after just one year, you would have surpassed Master Luo."

The old man who had been combed out of his illness said with a ruddy face.

Ling Wuji had nothing to say about these obvious facts: "Why do you want to see me?"

"In your opinion, how many years do I have left to live?"

"I thought people like you had already put life and death aside," Ling Wuji said after examining him. "But I can't really explain it. Logically speaking, your body has already produced death energy, but you have suppressed it with your will. In other words, it all depends on how long your will can hold out."

"Is that so?" Guo Changlu Dajue murmured to himself, and then his originally turbid eyes shot out a bright light, fixed on the boy, and said, "Can I trust you?"

"It depends on what it is."

Guo Changlu Dajue also nodded, and then said: "After I die, the Dresden Slate will be handed over to you to control."

"why?"

“There’s no better choice.”

"But aren't you very clear about my proposition? My proposition is to tear down the walls between the inner and outer worlds. If I had something like the Dresden Slate, I wouldn't necessarily suppress it like you did, thereby reducing the number of outsiders born in this world."

"No, you will definitely choose to suppress the stone slab like I did," but the old man seemed to see through Ling Wuji and said confidently, "According to what the Winter Saint said, you want to tear down the walls between the inner and outer worlds just to find a better way out for human society. Whether it is the king or the powerless, their birth is based on something like the stone slab. If the stone slab is destroyed one day, all the abilities born from it will probably disappear. Then, what is the significance of liberating the stone slab for your goal?"

"But if that's the case, why don't you destroy that thing before you die?"

Ling Wu Ji certainly wouldn't ask him why he didn't do that before.

Why would the vested interests destroy the means of production that bring them benefits?

Since he has already realized this, why should we hand over something that is similar to means of production to him?

From a standpoint, my philosophy should be completely opposite to that of people like him.

"Because I can only try my best to maintain the status quo. I have done the best I can, so I choose to hand over a perfect world to you. As for what the world will become like in the future, whether you want to destroy the stone slab or liberate the stone slab, it is the choice made by your generation, and I have already handed in my answer."

The lion-like old man smiled peacefully.

When Ling Wuji heard him say that, he suddenly fell silent and thought to himself: "The mission of history?"

But he didn't say much.

It was also agreed to take over the Dresden Slate.

As for the issue of Heshiin and the new Golden King, both of them tacitly avoided mentioning it.

Because it's simply not necessary.

Guo Changlu Dajue was a dying man. After his death, he would not be able to control whether Fei Shiyuan and the new King of Gold would want to attack Ling Wuji without knowing the consequences. His friendship with Ling Wuji was not to the extent that Ling Wuji would let them go just because of his request. Therefore, neither Guo Changlu Dajue nor Ling Wuji had any intention of talking about these things.

Even if they had to talk about it, they would talk about Reisi Munakata.

If all else fails, you can always use Sakura Manshu to communicate.

These two people can barely be on par with Ling Wuji.

Although Guo Changlu Dajue felt that the existence of the young man in front of him was a complete anomaly, let alone the other two kings, even himself and his good friend, the Silver King Adolf K. Weisman, might not be equated with him. The reason why he had not touched him until now was purely because no one blocked his way and he was about to die.

"Forget it. I'm about to die. I shouldn't bother thinking about this kind of mess anymore. Next, I'll just meet him again. I don't think he will refuse the request of a dying person like me."

The old man looked at the young man's departing back, thought of his good friend who had been living on the airship, and sighed silently. Without Ling Wuji to help him sort out and suppress the illness, he soon started coughing again. He had realized that his willpower was not as good as before. Presumably, soon he would not be able to suppress the illness in his body as the young man said, right?

Therefore, he must meet his childhood friend before that and resolve his last obsession.

Volume 4: Where is Penglai: Chapter 58: Return and Exchange

While Guo Changlu Dajue was dealing with his final personal affairs, Ling Wuji would occasionally push forward his own plans. Although he did things completely on a whim, for many things he would hastily set a big goal, and then he would focus on that goal and ask others to do it. He himself was only enthusiastic for a short period of time, just like he wanted to add the technique of instant teleportation using the earth veins and Yu Bu to the sky curtain barrier, but he couldn't think of a suitable idea, so he put it on hold for the time being.

This kind of goal, which cannot be described as long-term, is the same for Wu Ji, not to mention his plan to tear down the walls between the inner and outer worlds.

And in fact, he is not the only one who only has a short-term enthusiasm for things.

The same is true for Yukinoshita Yukino.

Although she has always been a person with a strong desire to win.

But she only learned the general idea of ​​Aikido before giving it up, and eventually became a physically useless person, not to mention the training intensity of martial arts which is much higher than Aikido. When Ling Wuji was not cheating, he also spent several years on tedious work such as standing still and practicing swords, and this kind of tedious work is simply an endless torture for ordinary people.

So Yukinoshita Yukino soon couldn't stand it anymore.

On the contrary, her sister continued with her life peacefully.

As for the other two people, they were originally students of the IS Academy. After all, the IS Academy is a military-managed officer reserve school, and they usually undergo a lot of military training. In comparison, the amount of training arranged by Ling Wuji for them was not too excessive.

Although Yukinoshita Yukino gave up on her, Yukinoshita Haruno seemed a little embarrassed when facing Ling Wuji.

"To be honest, shouldn't she be the one who should feel embarrassed? Although I guess she will definitely say that I just wanted to trick her into helping me collect data, right?"

Although Ling Wuji did have some such thoughts.

Yukinoshita Haruno just sighed.

She could vaguely sense the boy's plan.

No matter what Ling Wuji was thinking, if they could play an important role in this plan, they would have been able to stand at the forefront of the wave set off by this young man, but her sister gave up such an opportunity for such an inexplicable reason...

Although she also felt that the so-called "magic" used by the two people next door during training did undermine their self-confidence.

Neither she nor her sister Ling Wuji had any intention of planting the seeds of faith.

"But you don't seem like the kind of people who would devote themselves completely to something else, do you?"

"But if it's your Excellency, I think I can give it a try."

Yukinoshita Haruno just smiled and said to Ling Wuji.

But Ling Wuzhi just rolled his eyes. Seeing that the two people who were still practicing next to him were still making the same progress, he just gave a few pointers. Cecilia Orcutt was quite unconvinced. After all, in her impression, although someone was the one who controlled the sky curtain barrier, he looked like just a thin and slender boy, and didn't look like a martial arts master at all.

Then Ling Wuji knocked her down with his backhand.

"If you have the ability, lower your realm to the same level as mine!"

She still wasn't convinced.

Then he was played with like a cat playing with a mouse for a long time.

For Ling Wuji, who was well versed in the art of movement and stillness, dealing with an opponent at the acquired level did not require any effort. He only needed to flick his hand casually to make the girl with big golden wavy hair lose her balance. The girl was busy for a long time and sweated profusely, but she still could not let Ling Wuji's footsteps move out of the range he had drawn for himself.

"You are a mysterious figure in Japan, and you are just flirting with a little girl who has not yet reached the innate stage in such a place. You have been very idle recently..."

At this moment, a cold and teasing voice suddenly came to Ling Wuji's ears, and he raised his head. But at this moment, Cecilia attacked him while he was not paying attention. Ling Wuji subconsciously grabbed her shoulder with one hand, and then strangled her neck with his backhand. At the same time, he also saw the figure in black standing above him, as noble and superior as ever.

"Archer?"

Didn’t Kamiya say that she went to China?

Ling Wu Ji was thinking in his heart that he even forgot that he had a blonde girl in his hand whose body was soaked with sweat and whose snow-white kendo uniform even showed the color of her underwear.

"Cough cough..."

But Cecilia naturally couldn't endure the situation of having her neck strangled for long, so she coughed to remind Ling Wuji, so Ling Wuji let her go. But at this time he couldn't help but notice the situation on her body. Seeing that the color of her underwear was dark, he thought for a moment that she was actually a repressed type.

Cecilia also noticed where the boy's gaze rested, and her face turned red with shame. She screamed, covered her chest, and ran towards the lounge.

Ling Wu Ji shook his head: Is it that serious? If he was so dirty, he would have used the sky curtain barrier to peep at her taking a bath. What is there to be shy about?

Then Ji Moyu hooked his finger at him, obviously asking him to go there.

Ling Wuji thought about it and felt that there was no need to quarrel with her now, so he sighed, took off with the wind, and went to her side. Seeing that she had no intention of speaking first, he said, "Didn't you go to China with Saber? Where's she?"

Ji Moyu glanced at him and said, "It seems that I am your Servant?"

"Don't you think you are underappreciated by being a servant?"

Ling Wu Ji started to complain subconsciously.

Ji Moyu immediately took out her treasure and stabbed Ling Wuji with the sword and scabbard, but Ling Wuji held the scabbard to prevent her from stabbing him. Unexpectedly, she let go, and the feeling of the scabbard in his hand made him feel very familiar. Ling Wuji drew out his sword and saw that it was the Tengkong Sword. Ji Moyu had already walked out of the underground research institute and said, "Just as I came to find you, she also went to find her master."

Do those two people have such a good relationship?

Ling Wuji was a little suspicious.

But it seems like his relationship with Ji Moyu isn't that good?

He thought about it and decided not to dwell on such trivial matters. He just tied the sword around his waist and followed Ji Moyu. At this moment, she said, "I heard from Luo Hao that you are going to stay in Japan for a few more years?"

Was there already a name called Dongying in Ji Moyu's era?

Ling Wuji thought in boredom.

But he still nodded: "Yes."

"Why? Can't bear to leave those women?"

"I just wanted to do an experiment."

"What experiment?"

“An experiment about how advanced the new class that emerges after breaking through the walls between the inner and outer worlds will be.”

Volume 1: Where is Penglai: Chapter : Epilogue ()

Ji Moyu actually didn't quite understand what Ling Wuji meant. Although she had been in the human world for several months, these were obviously professional terms. Although the Holy Grail would give the servants the necessary modern knowledge when summoning them, these professional terms were obviously not among them. When she was running around in China, she probably didn't pay much attention to the accumulation of knowledge in this area, but it didn't prevent her from moving the conversation forward:

"What if your experiment doesn't go as you expected?"

"Strictly speaking, I didn't have any expectations from the beginning," Ling Wuji just talked as he walked, "Whether the new class that was born after the walls between the inner and outer worlds were torn down is advanced and ready to liberate the people of the world, or corrupt and backward and quickly become accomplices of capital after occupying a little bit of status, it doesn't matter to me."

"In that case, what's the point of you doing that?"

Ji Moyu asked.

"It's just a spark. I'm not sure if it can turn into a spark that will burn the whole world."

"is it?"

Ling Wuji just nodded. He didn't have any idea about his ideal world. His philosophy has always been to ensure that the wall between the inner and outer worlds would not be rebuilt after it was torn down. As for how the world would develop after it was torn down, he didn't have any extra plans. Ling Wuji probably didn't bother to care about the Winter Saint and Xiao Zhizhishu. Even if it might develop into a world war in the end, leaving a mess, he was just going to go back to China. At most, he would take what he did in Japan as a lesson and not continue to do that kind of thing in such a high-profile manner.