The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 245: Daoshi Lock Heart, White Lotus Yang An

Yang An stood up and helped Hong Yi up. After sitting down, he pondered for a while, shook his head and sighed: "Speaking of this matter, we have to mention the number one person in the world, Meng Shenji."

"This person is too indifferent to emotions by nature. He monitors the world on behalf of the heaven and controls the country. He once assassinated Emperor Taizong and Emperor Gaozong, making the entire Daqian royal family extremely wary, or even... terrified."

"Meng Shenji was a powerful ghost immortal who had experienced six thunder tribulations three hundred years ago. Two hundred years ago, in pursuit of the great way, he cruelly killed his lover, the Saint of the Wenxiang Sect. Since then, he has become the creator of seven thunder tribulations."

"Twenty years ago, during the siege of the Great Zen Temple, he was ambushed by Emperor Qian and Hong Xuanji and his human immortal body was destroyed. He then transformed into a corpse for the third time. Now, his strength has probably reached the point where he can survive the eighth thunder tribulation. He is a terrifying fellow."

Yang An glanced at Hong Yi who was listening quietly, nodded with satisfaction, and continued: "The saints of the Supreme Dao in all generations have to train in brothels in order to see the truest nature and truest side of men and lay the foundation for practicing the Supreme Forgetfulness Method."

"To put it more elegantly, it is called playing with the world, experiencing the myriad worldly affairs, and cultivating a heart of Taoism that is not stained by dust."

"But man proposes, God disposes. During this period, your mother met the outstanding Hong Xuanji. The two developed feelings for each other and fell in love with each other... Well, what your mother thought was love was nothing but the product of others' calculations."

Hong Yi's expression changed in shock: "Are you saying that my mother was plotted against by Hong Xuanji from the very beginning?"

Yang An shook his head: "That can't be said. It can only be said that he has ulterior motives and his purpose is not pure. A person like Hong Xuanji can't really fall in love with a woman, including me."

"Hong Xuanji, like Emperor Qian, is extremely cold-blooded and ruthless. For the ideals in his heart and the power in his hands, there is nothing he cannot sacrifice."

"As time went by, your mother naturally saw through this person. Conflicts arose from then on, and gradually became irreconcilable. As a result, your mother's Taoism was completely broken, and she became an ordinary woman with no cultivation."

"Next, it's the drama of the internal conflicts and struggles within Wu Wenhou's mansion."

"Zhao is the wife of the Marquis, and the Zhao family behind her is even more powerful. Such women are the most jealous. Naturally, she is wholeheartedly thinking about getting rid of your mother and consolidating her own position."

"Once you enter the mansion, it's like entering a deep sea. The power struggle in the mansion is no less than that in the court, and it's even more direct and vicious. In addition, with Hong Xuanji's acquiescence, or in other words, his indifferent observation, how could your mother possibly survive?"

"Your mother's death was the result of many factors. It was related to her personal emotional experience and cultivation method, as well as the complex contradictions within the Hong Mansion and Hong Xuanji's attitude."

"It's hard to say who is right or wrong. It can only be said that it was a choice made under different standpoints. But for you, there is no need to distinguish right from wrong in the revenge for your mother's murder."

Hong Yi's face was heavy, his fists were clenched, and the backs of his fingers were slightly white. He was silent for a long time, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What was the cause of my mother's death?"

“The person will die if he is poisoned by the Burning Tendon Powder!” Yang An’s eyes were calm. “This poison is extremely vicious. The person who is poisoned by it will feel severe pain throughout his body, tendons, bones and internal organs, which will last for dozens of days until his qi and blood dry up and he dies.”

Yang An said with emotion: "Hong Xuanji watched your mother die of pain. I am not as cold-blooded as him... No wonder he is the Grand Master. He is exactly like my father who is so high and mighty. It is really hard for people to get close to him."

Teng!
"Good! Very cruel!" The vines of anger in Hong Yi's heart suddenly emerged and instantly turned into raging flames, as if they wanted to burn everything clean.

He recalled his mother's appearance before she died. She was bedridden all day, her brows were often furrowed, and the quilt and sheets she held in her hands were mostly torn by her scratches.

A few days before her death, she vomited blood continuously. When I asked her about it, she just shook her head and said nothing, obviously she was in so much pain that she couldn't speak.

The memories of his mother in his mind were like sharp steel needles piercing his heart. It hurt so much that it made him bleed and made him crazy.

Hong Yi's fists were clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound. He hunched his body slightly, his muscles tensed, his black and white eyes gradually became bloodshot, and his breathing became heavier and rapid.

He gritted his teeth and said, "The hatred for my mother's murder is irreconcilable! If I don't take revenge, I won't deserve to be my father's son! Madam Zhao! Hong Xuanji! You are so good!"

At this time, he was extremely angry. His nails pierced his flesh and blood dripped onto the ground, staining the wooden floor blood red.

Yang An picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said calmly: "You are luckier than me. Since I was born, I have never seen my mother. I only know that she was the former Saint of the Wenxiang Sect. I don't know why she died."

"If it weren't for my talent, I wouldn't even be qualified to be Emperor Qian's pawn, and I don't know where I would have died in the palace."

"Impotent rage is a cowardly act and the most useless emotion. If you want to avenge your mother, you should abandon these useless emotions, work hard, and become strong as soon as possible."

"The essence of this world is still about the size of your fist. If you don't have a big enough fist, no matter how much injustice or grievance you suffer, you have to endure it all by yourself! This is the truth I realized when I was seven years old."

Hong Yi took a long breath and closed his eyes for a long time before he suppressed the anger and pain in his heart, and his emotions gradually calmed down.

He opened his eyes, his bloodshot eyes stared at Yang An for a long time, then he fell to the ground like a man trying to topple a golden mountain and said in a hoarse voice: "Please, my Lord, give me... a way to strengthen myself!"

He agreed with the other party's last words, which were the greatest truth in the world. But if you want others to listen to your truth, you must be bigger than their fist.

The strong prey on the weak, and the strongest wins. It is like this everywhere.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Yang An's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he nodded and said, "Take an oath and pledge allegiance to me, and I will teach you the Yang God method!"

"What is a Taoist oath?" Hong Yi looked up in confusion. He had only been practicing martial arts and Taoism for a short time and did not understand much about these things.

However, if we understand it literally, it should be a vow between practitioners, which should have a strong binding force.

“Swear an oath to the great Dao in the dark. If you break it, you will die, your Dao will be gone, your cultivation will disappear in an instant, and you will never be able to transcend! This oath cannot be violated even if you become a Yang God, or even transcend to the other side.” Yang An’s eyes were indifferent and his words were solemn and serious.

Now that we have come to this point, we naturally have to strengthen the Son of the Epoch in front of us.

Although it may not affect Hong Yi after he transcends, it can disgust Hong Yi in this space-time universe and avenge him for being abused for hundreds of years. At least he can feel happier.

"Dao Shi...Yang Shen Fa..." Hong Yi chewed on these words. Having read the martial arts and Taoist scriptures, he knew the preciousness of Yang Shen Fa.

All the methods that can be cultivated to the level of Yang God are the secret manuals of the major holy places. I just didn’t expect that Yang An would have them in his hands. This is really surprising.

But the gifts of fate all come with a hidden price tag.

Although I have never heard of the Dao oath, once it is made, one will definitely pay with something more precious than the Yang Shen method in the future...even one's life.

But the hatred for the murder of my mother is irreconcilable! If I don't take revenge, I won't be worthy of being a son!

Hong Yi's eyes suddenly became firm, his back straightened, his right hand raised to his ear, and he said in a sonorous voice: "May the great heaven bear witness to this. I, Hong Yi, swear here that from this moment on, I will sincerely be loyal to Champion Marquis Yang An. If you do not abandon me, I am willing to serve you as my master and swear allegiance to you until death! I will never leave you!" Boom!

The universe, the world beyond the world, the place of origin… A thunderclap resounded throughout the Yangshen world, the destiny was reversed, and countless old guys who had been in seclusion were alarmed.

Yang An stared blankly at the suddenly appearing virtual panel:
[The host calculated the destiny protagonist Hong Yi, swore an oath of loyalty, leveraged the Yangshen Tianji and destiny, and obtained tens of millions of luck points. The subsequent results will depend on the degree of destiny deflection and draw corresponding luck points. Please keep up the good work! ]

"Fuck..." Yang An held his breath for a long time and cursed subconsciously.

It’s a big bargain… It’s really a big bargain this time!
It was not a deliberate calculation. Not only did he earn tens of millions of luck points at one time, but he also got a long-term meal ticket.

It turns out that this is the correct way to open the system... He figured it out!

Hong Yi was confused for a moment, and asked in confusion: "What do you mean, Lord? Is it wrong to swear an oath?"

“Right! That’s right! Brother Yi, please stand up quickly!” Yang An quickly flashed to Hong Yi, stretched out his hand to help him up, patted his shoulder, and said happily: “In the future, you and I will be brothers, help each other, and jointly create a great cause that will shock the world and make ghosts weep!”

Hong Yi twisted his shoulders uncomfortably, took a step back, bowed and apologized, "I dare not! There is a difference between the monarch and his subjects..."

Yang An waved his hand to interrupt: "Don't learn from that guy Hong Xuanji. Come! This is a gift from your brother!" As he said that, he took out a piece of gold foil and stuffed it into Hong Yi's arms.

Hong Yi picked up the gold foil somewhat at a loss. After just one glance, he froze in place: "In the past... in the past... in the past Amitabha Sutra!" His voice stuttered and finally rose sharply. He was shocked beyond words.

Yang An raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother Yi, are you satisfied with this gift? This is one of the three great scriptures of the Great Zen Temple, and it is a supreme soul-cultivation technique."

As he spoke, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. He tried the strategy of winning the heart that he had already thought of.

"It's...too precious..." Hong Yi's mouth was dry and he couldn't say the words to refuse.

Even Bai Ziyue, one of the eight great demon immortals, had to travel thousands of miles to find this method. You can imagine how precious it is.

The main scriptures of Dachan Temple are "The Sutra of the Amitabha in the Past", "The Sutra of the Tathagata in the Present" and "The Sutra of the Non-birth in the Future".

It is rumored that if one can comprehend the three sutras thoroughly, one can transcend the sea of ​​suffering and truly reach the other shore. If outsiders knew that the sutras were in the Marquis Guanjun Mansion, even if Yang An was now a peak martial saint, he would be besieged to death by countless powerful people.

Yang An smiled calmly and said, "This is just the beginning. When I find the "Present Tathagata Sutra", I will pass it on to you. Only by practicing both immortal and martial arts can one achieve Yang God. I am a man of my words."

Yizi's growth rate is amazing, but with his own system, isn't his growth rate also amazing?
To strengthen Hong Yi's strength is to strengthen the foundation of one's own forces.

Only by unifying the whole world can he have the chance and confidence to become the final winner. In this life, he wants to take back everything that belongs to him!
Hong Yi took a deep breath and pretended to bow down again.

Yang An reached out and grabbed his arm, and said sincerely: "Brother Yi, don't learn Hong Xuanji's way of dealing with the emperor and his subjects, and the father and son. I grew up in the deep palace, and I am used to seeing the warmth and coldness of human nature and the fickleness of the world."

"Since he was old enough to understand, my brother has never trusted anyone. In order to reduce the suspicion of Emperor Qian and the other princes, he even pretended to be crazy and stupid, so that he could survive until now."

"But you are different, brother Yi. Perhaps it is because our situations, identities, and experiences are too similar. We are both illegitimate children, both lost our mothers at a young age, both have unkind fathers, and disrespectful brothers..."

"Ever since we met in Yougu and had someone investigate you in detail, I have felt that you, my brother Yi, are particularly kind to me."

"This is also the reason why my brother is willing to offend the Grand Tutor and expose himself to many prying eyes in order to let you enter my house."

"Brother, I... am too lonely..." Yang An said to the end, his eyes were sparkling and he looked like he was truly moved.

At this time, Yang An was complaining in his heart while constantly using the secret technique of the soul to hypnotize himself.

At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by Liu Bei, and his acting skills reached the peak of his life. His emotions, demeanor, tone, and feelings were fully displayed and just right.

Hong Yi looked at the crystal clearness in Yang An's sincere eyes and was deeply shocked. He didn't know what to say for a moment and fell into silence for a long time.

Past memories flashed through my mind, all kinds of emotions surged in my heart, and the feeling of "a man will die for his friend" gradually became stronger.

It turns out that the reason why Yang An values ​​himself is out of sympathy. Perhaps it is really like what he said, he is really too lonely...

He understood this deeply. Ever since his mother passed away, he had grown up alone in an environment surrounded by malice. Wasn't he lonely?
Yang An blinked, forced out two tears, and then stared at Hong Yi without blinking.

Hong Yi raised his hand to push Yang An's hand away, took two steps back, and bowed again with a tough attitude: "Brother, thank you for your kindness, please accept my humble respect!"

"Brother Yi, what are you doing...ah...why are you doing this!" Yang An sighed and leaned over to help Hong Yi up.

"Etiquette cannot be abolished. In private, we can call each other brothers. But in front of outsiders, the king is the king and the minister is the minister. We must not overstep the line! Otherwise, we will be criticized and damage our brother's dignity." Hong Yi stood up with a solemn expression, looking particularly serious.

"Okay! I'll do whatever you say, Brother Yi!" Yang An took a deep breath and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

The smile at this moment was extremely real. He knew that from now on, Hong Yi had completely devoted himself to him. With this trump card in hand and the help of the system, he would finally be able to transcend in this life!

Hong Yi was infected by this sincere smile, and a happy smile appeared on his face unconsciously. His depressed heart was relieved, and his soul felt a little comforted and relaxed.

"Hahaha...Brother Yi, let's go! Let's get drunk tonight and sleep on the same bed. Starting tomorrow, I will personally teach you martial arts and Taoism, so that you can officially embark on the path to immortality."

Yang An looked very happy, and he pulled Hong Yi affectionately and walked out of the study.

"I'll listen to you, brother..." Hong Yi smiled gently and did not spoil his brother's interest.

The two of them walked out of the study room in such an intimate manner.

When the Eagle King saw this scene, he began to doubt his life. When did this Champion Marquis develop such a habit?

(End of this chapter)