Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 238 The Book of Destiny

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Su Qinian was stunned, he did not expect such a result, he glanced at the dilapidated Taoist academy, this academy once belonged to Taoism and Buddhism, at least it was comparable to the Royal Academy, although thousands of years have passed, Even some historical records and handbooks have already been torn apart.

The next head of the hospital!

This is definitely not a good job, at least in the eyes of Su Qinian today, this Taoist temple is more complicated than his Qingyang Peak, at least he clearly knows that the fall of the Taoist temple has a great relationship with the emperors of the past dynasties, at least for nearly a hundred years Later, with the establishment of the Hulong Villa, there is no longer a martial arts family or sect disciple studying in the Taoist Academy. The orthodoxy belonging to the Taoist Academy has been cut off a hundred years ago.

Su Qinian didn't know the purpose of Master Jiyuan wanting to succeed him as the head of the monastery, but he could imagine that after the news was spread, the deep alley where the monastery was located might be caught in the wind and rain again. Most of his current skill is in this precarious wind and rain, and it is difficult to protect himself.

He didn't know whether the real person Jiyuan knew the current situation in Chang'an City, at least in Su Qinian's view, the real person Jiyuan five hundred years ago would probably have seen some clues, but he might not have thought that five hundred years later , In this monastery, there is only one old man who is dying, waiting for the successor of the next master.

"I promise you."

Su Qinian opened his mouth and became calm. He suddenly figured out that it doesn't matter the wind and rain. In fact, no matter where he stands, there is always wind and rain.

The old man raised his eyes slightly, then patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Don't be discouraged, there are still benefits, at least in my monastery, there is still a Book of Destiny."

what!

At this moment, Su Qinian was shocked. He never thought that he would get such news at this time. He had already read the four words of Destiny Treasure Book countless times in countless classics and manuscripts, but even in Wudang In the mountains, it has always been just a legend.

That is the way of a generation of destiny masters.

Before a generation of destiny masters are about to pass away, they will sort out what they have learned in their life, and finally leave such a book of destiny.

The treasure book has destiny, and it is the treasure that everyone in the martial arts world dreams of. There is no such thing.

It’s just that the Destiny Grandmasters of all ages have different thoughts from ordinary people. They may not pass the Destiny Book to their successors, and they may not even stay in the mountain gate, but the only thing in common is that as long as they get the Destiny Book, throughout the ages, there is no Exceptions, before turning [-], they must prove the Tao and rank among the top.

As far as Su Qinian knows, on Wudang Mountain, even the master Ning Daoist, who is the closed disciple of this generation of three crazy Taoists, has never been able to get the inheritance of the Destiny Book. Of course, no one knows that this generation of three crazy Taoists Has the Taoist left behind the Book of Destiny?

But these are not important, what is important is that the master of the Taoist temple in front of him told him that there is also a Book of Destiny in the Taoist temple.

In the Taoist monastery, has there ever been a Destiny Grandmaster?

Su Qinian was very surprised. This was a secret that he had never seen in the classics. It could be said to be an annihilated history. At least, if most people don't know it, it is not history.

However, he also had doubts, and he didn't intend to keep them in his heart, so he opened his mouth and asked: "The Daoist Academy has always been the disciples of various sects and families of martial arts in the Jianghu to study, isn't it afraid that the inheritance of each sect and family will be leaked? Go out, such as the top, Zhen Guo Da Zong, what can you learn here?"

"Chuangwu."

The old man said indifferently: "Any teacher who teaches in the Taoist academy teaches only martial arts exercises created by himself. These martial arts exercises will stay in the Taoist academy and be shared by all martial arts in the world. The teacher of the academy, the only condition for teaching is to create and perform a martial arts technique that is at least second-rate."

Chuangwu!

Very simple two words, but nothing is simpler than anything.

At least Su Qinian understands that if he wants to create a second-rate martial art, the first thing he needs to comprehend is the original mystery.

The five elements of heaven and earth, the two qi of yin and yang, the seven sources of power in this world have derived countless sources, how can the mystery of the source be so easy to comprehend, generally speaking, to get involved in the power of the source, you need to gather dragons and tigers and enter the second-rate realm.

In his own body, Su Qinian also understands why the true transformation of his Turtle Snake Fist has not yet been completed, and he cannot be promoted to the second-rate realm, because he has not yet comprehended the original mystery of the Turtle Snake Fist, which combines life-saving true energy. Its origin should be the ultimate source of yin and yang, but there are many sources of ultimate yang, and there are more mysterious ones. He has not yet been able to unravel the cocoon and gain comprehension, even if he has conceived the gods and established the way, and condensed the divine body.

Seeing the original source is a kind of creation, and it is also a kind of bondage.

No one knows himself better than Su Qinian. He can see many origins in this world, and even if he wants to, he can intercept one to comprehend now. The origin of life.

The light of Xiuming's knife was as blazing as the sun, but unfortunately Su Qinian couldn't find it in the source of Zhiyang.

"Where is the Treasure of Destiny?" Su Qinian asked.

"It's in this monastery." The old man didn't hide anything.

Su Qinian looked at him, and said again: "Then have you ever learned it?"

The old man shook his head and said, "That doesn't belong to me."

"If you haven't learned it, how do you know it doesn't belong to you? Maybe if you learn it, you can change the status quo."

"No one can change the destiny."

The final result of such a conversation is that both of them will become silent. Of course, Su Qinian never thinks that he is a person who is good at words, and most of the time, he thinks more than everyone, so he looks a little dull , the only thing that doesn't look dull is his heart, which is filled with more blazing blood than many people.

"Maybe the book doesn't belong to me either." This was the first sentence Su Qinian uttered after a long while.

"No, it must belong to you." The old man said solemnly, his eyes were more serious than ever at this moment.

Su Qinian noticed that the old man was using you, he didn't ask, but asked, "Where is the treasure book?"

"do not know."

The old man's answer was very straightforward, but he still gave guidance. He stretched out his hand and swept the moss-covered monastery in front of him, saying, "It's in this monastery."

Su Qinian didn't understand what he meant, but it must not be that simple. A book of destiny is enough to set off endless bloody storms in the Jianghu martial arts world. Even the monster race must not be able to bear such a temptation.

That is a path that leads to holiness.

Saints live forever.

So all the Destiny Grandmasters of past generations died, while the nine demon saints on the Demon God Mountain were just exiled and thrown into the endless turbulence of time and space.

However, this world never gives people too much time to think. The old man raised his head, his gray beard fluttering, and Su Qinian also noticed something, and frowned slightly.

"Stay here and don't move, I'll go."

The old man walked out after he finished speaking. His back looked dirty, and grass clippings were still on his body. Su Qinian's heart was a little heavy. Perhaps from the moment he stepped into Chang'an City again, he had never been relaxed. .

Soon, the sound of fists and kicks came from outside the monastery. Su Qinian raised his eyebrows, then raised his feet, and walked out of the side door of the monastery that was full of rust.

In the deep alley, the old man was curled up in a corner, surrounded by several young men in tight martial robes. Their eyes were cold, and their fists and feet fell. Heavy, the old man didn't say a word, his face was stepped on by one of his feet, even though there was still a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm on his gray hair.

It wasn't until after seeing Su Qinian that the old man's voice sounded again, appearing very calm, with a kind of indifference and numbness.

"Don't shoot."

Su Qinian frowned even deeper, he looked at the young people in front of him, and these young people naturally noticed him at this moment.

"You are the second son of Su Wangsheng, Su Qinian, who colluded with the devil in the Qiankun Arsenal?"

"I heard that Princess Hanyang said a few words for you and let you enter Wudang Mountain."

"You really became a disciple of Wudang, and even practiced the tenth level of Wudang's "Turtle and Snake Kungfu"?"

The eyes of several young people were scrutinizing, and most of them were ridiculing. Even in Su Qinian's view, in his limited memory, he once saw weak cubs caught in the wild sold by someone on the long street. , the gazes of those people surrounding the iron cage are the same banter and playfulness.

"I forgot to tell you, we are from the outer courtyard of the Royal Academy."

The leader was a young man in his twenties, about twenty-three or four years old. He was wearing a black gold military robe and his long hair was tied up with silk. He looked slender and tall, but he couldn't hide the indifference in his tone.

Su Qinian just said indifferently: "I don't need to know where you are from, I just know that all your sage books read about dogs."

Ok?

"However, even if you are a death row prisoner on probation, you will not be able to change your life even if you are released from your criminal record. It is really unlucky luck that you have successfully cultivated the tenth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". I really doubt that this Wudang "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" , is it in vain."

"As disciples of the Royal Academy, we all have fame and fame. How dare you disrespect us!"

Before the leading young man could speak, the other disciples of the Royal Academy who accompanied him reprimanded each of them, their internal qi fluctuated, and their eyes locked on Su Qinian.

"Don't shoot."

This is the third time the old man spoke, calmly with affirmation, he curled up on the ground, the foot that stepped on his face came from the young man in charge, even if he was talking to Su Qinian at this time, he did not move his foot lay down.

"As a Wudang disciple, don't you know where the Daoyuan is? This is where you can come?" The young man in charge said again, with a very cold tone, "Get out now, don't let anyone see you again Step here, otherwise, even your disrespect before, you will pay an unimaginable price for you, and don't think that you can change anything by joining the so-called Zhen Guo Dazong. You have to understand what is here The place is not Hubei Road, Shiyan Prefecture, or Wudang Mountain. This is Jingdao, Chang’an! It’s at the foot of the emperor, and it’s my Royal Academy!”

(End of this chapter)