Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

The change in Ma Shaokang's aura did not escape Shanhua's notice. She was also stunned for a moment and said blankly,

"Didn't you say that you won't practice this martial art for the time being? What if, what if you get possessed?"

Ma Shaokang didn't take it seriously. His face was full of excitement, and his ruddy face was full of satisfaction from his great improvement.

"Haha, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. It's just some tips on the operation of the Qi channels. I learned a lot from them and compared them with the martial arts I was practicing.

To be honest, with this Kunpeng Jue, I can definitely reach the Grandmaster level in two years at the shortest and five years at the longest."

As he spoke, he clenched his right hand tightly and waved it vigorously, his eyes full of anticipation for the future.

Shanhua curled her lips. Martial arts are not so easy to practice. Many times, progress is short-lived, while stagnation is long-term.

What's more, the Kunpeng Jue is so profound and difficult to understand that a thousand people have a thousand different understandings. The same mental method, practiced by different people in different ways, will produce very different results. She is also a little conceited and doesn't think Ma Shaokang can be better than herself.

When they reached the stream in the valley, Shanhua had repeated the Kunpeng Jue three times, and Ma Shaokang had also memorized most of the profound meaning of the mental method, except for some subtle details that needed to be remembered more deeply.

He didn't know why, but he felt extremely excited along the way. As for the Kunpeng Jue, it was like brushing away the dust covering it and removing the covering attached to it. No matter how he read it, recited it, studied it, or practiced it, he felt it was extremely smooth, without any sense of hardship.

Ma Shaokang even had a feeling, could it be that he was really a gifted genius, or that he had a strong compatibility with the Kunpeng Technique, so he could learn it quickly and master it in a short time?

Everything else can be faked, but his own improved skills cannot be faked, thus giving him unlimited confidence and courage.

While Shanhua was playing and catching fish in the creek like a child, he sat alone on a pile of pebbles by the creek, his mind wandering and his thoughts running, trying to truly master the Kunpeng Jue.

Ma Shaokang didn't even realize that he had become so eager for quick success and instant benefits since some time ago. Although Shanjun and Shanhua had clearly said that this martial art was very profound and obscure, and that there was a risk of going astray, he was still so confident and conceited that he forced himself to comprehend and practice.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, Ma Shaokang's body suddenly shook, and his whole body seemed to be pierced by countless silver needles. Long lines of blood spurted out, and there were sounds of bursting qi orifices. He undoubtedly fell to the ground and fainted completely.

Shanhua, who was playing in the creek, did not notice the unusual situation. Perhaps, there was some special force that affected Shanhua and caused her to ignore Ma Shaokang invisibly.

Until Shanhua had a great time and remembered that Ma Shaokang was with her, she suddenly found her new good friend lying on the ground covered in blood. She was shocked and hurried forward to check what happened.

The result, of course, was that Ma Shaokang's internal organs were shattered, his meridians were severed, his qi points exploded, and he died completely.

For a moment, Shanhua burst into tears, feeling an inexplicable panic and guilt, because she had already guessed that Ma Shaokang must have gone astray while practicing the Kunpeng Jue, and that was why he died.

Although in the final analysis, it was Ma Shaokang's impatience that led him to go astray, Shanhua herself was also a contributing factor.

Therefore, Shanhua was in a very bad mood. In pain, she took Ma Shaokang's body back to her residence in the valley to seek help from her grandfather.

Outside the house, Ma Shaokang's body was completely cold. His face was pale and his features were hideous. He was lying on a wooden board.

Shanhua, with tears in her eyes, snuggled in Shanjun's arms, crying, her eyes red and swollen, obviously unable to accept this fact.

It's not that Shanhua really has such feelings for Ma Shaokang, it's just a combination of various factors. First of all, Ma Shaokang is the only person she has come into contact with in recent years and regards as a friend. He is relatively important and has a certain position in her heart.

Secondly, in Shanhua's eyes, Ma Shaokang's death was closely related to herself.

That's why the mountain flowers appear so fragile. Otherwise, how could the children of the mountains be so sentimental?

The tiger king could only comfort Shanhua helplessly, saying,

“This is fate. Ma Shaokang is resentful, and I’m worried that he might use you, so I thought of teaching him a martial art to help him get revenge and avoid dragging you down with him.

I gave him the choice of three martial arts: Hundred Beasts Fist, Yuan Fen Shu, and Kunpeng Jue. No matter which one, it would be of great help to him. He chose Kunpeng Jue, which means he can bear the negative consequences brought by Kunpeng Jue.

I also specifically reminded him that the Kunpeng Jue is a divine and demonic skill, and it is extremely special. Only people with a high level of cultivation or extraordinary talents can comprehend it.

Now that he has ended up going insane and dying, he can't blame anyone but himself. If anyone has to blame someone, it's his own choice.

Shanhua, you don’t have to blame yourself for this.”

Shanjun sighed helplessly in his heart, the whole thing was actually under his control.

From meeting Ma Shaokang alone, to warning the other party, giving the other party the opportunity to choose, and asking the other party to seek advice from Shanhua, there were no exceptions.

It can be said that Ma Shaokang is like an actor, performing step by step according to the script given by the tiger.

The improvement of his skills was of course related to the Kunpeng Jue, but at the same time, it was more because Shan Jun had secretly made a move when he met Ma Shaokang alone, and left more than one trigger on Ma Shaokang.

Ma Shaokang's so-called success in practicing Kunpeng Jue was, in fact, nothing more than the spontaneous operation of the Qi that had long been retained in the tiger's body.

Kunpeng Jue belongs to the tiger, and he is deeply immersed in this skill. It is easy for him to have traces of methods related to Kunpeng Jue, especially since the tiger's martial arts are far superior to Ma Shaokang, so there is no trace left.

In addition, the tiger also planted a delusion in Ma Shaokang's mind, leading him to destruction unknowingly.

Otherwise, no matter how arrogant Ma Shaokang was, he would not have been so reckless and practiced without much experience when he knew that this skill had the risk of going astray.

It can only be said that Shan Jun's methods and traces were not hidden under Ma Shaokang's personal experience and character. No one could have thought or guessed that Ma Shaokang's death was caused by Shan Jun.

Shan Jun had nothing to apologize for. Ma Shaokang's enemy was Meng Zhao, which meant he was destined to never have the chance of revenge, and death was only a matter of time.

If he wants to blame someone, he should blame his own bad luck, which is also a true reflection of Shanjun's heart. (End of this chapter)