Cosmic Demon

Chapter 121: The Furnace of the Universe, Military Attack and Tactics

Lao Liang raised his eyelids and put down the Beicang Dajiao bottle he had just picked up, but his hand did not loosen, still holding the mouth of the bottle.

Nanhuang Gym?

Are you trying to steal my people?

A trace of murderous intent swirled in his heart, and his aura was released like lightning, locking onto the figure outside the door through the wall.

“What a terrible rage!”

Ren You, who was standing in the long corridor, was shocked as if he was hit by cold electricity. He felt like he was stared at by a prehistoric giant beast with vertical pupils. For some reason, he felt a sense of fear and horror as if he was exposed in front of the existence at the top of the food chain.

Fortunately, he is also a professional martial artist. His will is firm and he is not disturbed. He also releases his Qi outwards.

It was like a ball of hot molten lava suddenly dissipating, pushing away the violent energy that was trying to capture it.

The atmosphere suddenly exploded with a muffled sound, creating ripples visible to the naked eye.

The two invisible forces were like bulls fighting each other, clashing with their horns, and neither side was willing to give in.

"It's all the teacher's fault. He forced me to say something so outrageous. He said that as a disciple of Nanhuang Dojo, I must be arrogant and overbearing."

Ren You secretly groaned in his heart, he was one of the few disciples who followed his teacher to learn the true skills of traditional martial arts.

However, his talent was mediocre and he barely broke through to the professional level when he was over 30 years old, and he never won the title of martial artist.

His energy was like a ball of fire, with great momentum, but it was empty inside and had not yet come together.

Facing Lao Liang's vicious aura that was like a giant python strangling him and shrinking unsteadily, he seemed to be in a dilemma and soon fell into a disadvantage.

"I always ask you to work hard, but you have to be cunning! You can't even beat a half-disabled person. Sigh! How can you take on my Nanhuang Gym?"

The white-haired old man sitting in a wheelchair downstairs sighed heavily, raised his drooping eyelids, and his dull eyes suddenly flashed.

Ren You staggered forward two steps as if he had been kicked from behind. A hot and powerful aura leaped out like the scorching sun, pushing him forward.

The hot energy that had been consumed layer by layer suddenly increased more than ten times, forcing Lao Liang's energy to retreat, and even took advantage of the situation to invade him!
"He's a master!"

Lao Liang suffered a small loss, and the palm of his hand holding the bottle mouth tightened unconsciously, making a "crackling" sound.

The veins beneath his skin were throbbing violently, and the horrific image hidden in his heart was trying to break out again.

"Master Liang. The voice outside the door sounds familiar. I might know him."

It happened that Qin Shi stood up, so the cruelty that Lao Liang had suppressed deep in his heart was not fully aroused.

The former opened the door and saw Ren You, and couldn't help but said in surprise:

"Teacher Ren, why are you here?"

"Tai'an is a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. Once you come here, you won't want to leave, and once you leave, you'll want to come back again."

Ren You smiled awkwardly and said, he had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose and a wide mouth, and looked like a simple and honest man.

It is really difficult to meet the teacher's requirements and highlight the domineering and arbitrary nature of the Nanhuang Taoist Temple.

"Teacher Ren specifically came to find me?"

Qin Shi was puzzled. It seemed that he and this member of the Martial Arts Association from the Central City had only met once.

Judging from the tone of the other party's speech just now, he is actually a disciple of the legendary Nanhuang Taoist Temple?
"Student Qin, although he has not met the requirements of my teacher, he is extremely talented and outstanding. He is a rare young hero in the Hengzhou Martial Arts Association. Naturally, I am interested in him."

Ren You recited the lines he had written in advance:
"Student Qin may not know that Nanhuang Dojo has already moved to Tai'an. We have reached an agreement with the Education Department and plan to locate it in the eastern suburbs of Dangyang."

what?
A big question mark popped up in Qin Shi’s head.

This news exudes a strong sense of absurdity and bizarreness.

What kind of place is Nanhuang Daoguan?
The first martial arts holy land in Hengzhou, and the last rendezvous of the local old martial arts schools.

It would be fine if they moved all the way to Tai'an, but they have to build it on the old factory street?

It sounds like a well-known car company is planning to open a factory and build a industrial park in the urban-rural fringe.

"The eastern suburbs of Dangyang are very suitable for the old martial arts schools to take root. Tai'an is too prosperous, and everything is close to the central city, which makes people's minds chaotic and difficult to concentrate on practicing.

Your place has a high level of electronic blockade and the Internet is not widely used, which makes it suitable as a place to stay without being disturbed. "

Ren You's expression was serious, but he didn't reveal any flaws.

I have been to Jiuchang Street. The children there are very innocent?
Qin Shi scratched his head and asked, "Teacher Ren, do you also like playing football?"

"Is the martial artist inside the one you learned martial arts from?"

Ren You changed the subject. He did come here with his teacher today to investigate the location for the new construction of the gym.

Because the eastern suburbs of Dangyang are catching up with urban renewal, a large number of shantytowns need to be demolished.

Not to mention the Nanhuang Dojo, even if it's just a piece of land to build a gymnasium or a basketball court, it can be done.

Qin Shi nodded and said:

"Yes, I learned from Master Liang."

Ren You sighed, this good seedling actually has an owner.

Judging from the teacher's temper, he would definitely try to secretly loosen the soil and undermine the foundation.

But what's the difference between taking someone's legacy and stealing someone's wife?

When a conflict arises, it's time to take action.

This is how the reputation of Nanhuang Taoist Temple was ruined.

"Can you let me in and see him?"

Ren You was quite polite. After a secret contest of Qi, he found that the martial artist in the dormitory was definitely not weak in strength, not to mention his vitality.

The bloody and murderous aura that was emitted unintentionally, as well as the vicious and sinister cold breath, was like a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses, pressing towards him. It was very terrifying.

In today's Dongxia, the only place that can forge the mind of a martial artist through blood and fire is Huaizhou and Shuozhou, on the edge of the Milky Way, where the regiment serves.

The sixteen giant base cities are the places that every "first-come, first-served soldier" selected into the battle group must pass through.

This person probably has some military experience.

"Master Liang, Mr. Ren from Nanhuang Dojo wants to talk to you."

Qin Shi did not agree rashly, but turned to ask Lao Liang.

"it is good."

Lao Liang took the wine bottle and placed it under the table so that he could use it as a weapon later.

The man outside the house doesn't look like a good person.

Qin Shi stepped aside and let Ren You walk in, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He was surprised by the simple and plain dormitory room and Lao Liang's ordinary appearance.

Such a master actually lives here?

"Hour, go downstairs and buy a pack of cigarettes."

Lao Liang was eating fried peanuts, chewing them until they were crunchy.

"Oh."

Qin Shi responded, and before leaving, he said:
"Well, does Master Liang smoke the strong or the light cigarette?"

Lao Liang waved his hand:
"You take your pick."

Qin Shi smiled and said:

"Then be gentle, so you can suppress your anger and not hurt your lungs too much."

Lao Liang paused as he reached for the wine bottle, then nodded:

"to make."

Alas, it’s not good for the disciple to be too smart.

His intentions were seen through before he even made a move.

Qin Shi closed the door and thought:

"If Lao Liang chopped off the head of Mr. Ren from Nanhuang Dojo, could I say that I did it myself and use the temporary inspection certificate to cover it up? Otherwise, he is a physical education teacher, and if he beats someone for no reason, the inspection personnel will definitely arrest him and question him."

Alas, it’s not good for the master to have too hot a temper.

If he gets into trouble, he has to clean up the mess as an apprentice.

……

……

"Nanhuang Taoist Temple? Who is your master?" Lao Liang pinched the peanuts, rubbed off the skin with his fingertips, put them into his mouth, and chewed them with a crunch.

"Teacher Liang, have you heard of my master?"

Ren You was shocked that this physical education teacher named Liang Zhengxiong actually knew the biggest taboo in the life of the master of Nanhuang Dojo.

I don't like being called by my first name!
Very knowledgeable!
"I also participated in the Star Cup. Of course, I was barely in the top 100. I was far from Senior Zhang... I couldn't even see his back."

Lao Liang nodded slightly.

"The top 100 is already a hero among humans."

Ren You smiled bitterly.

This teacher Liang is probably not participating in the junior group, but the youth group.

Without the age limit of the former and with a more relaxed selection range, the competition will only be more intense.

After all, not everyone is successful at a young age, rises suddenly and soars to the sky.

Why is Qi Wuxiang called the Demon King? It is because he was invincible when he was young, invincible when he was young, and when he was old, he was still invincible among his peers, and he dominated an entire generation.

It is difficult for anyone to accomplish this kind of legendary feat that is almost like a myth.

"Nanhuang Martial Arts School is interested in Xiao Shi?"

Lao Liang sipped his wine and had no intention of pouring a glass for Ren You.

In the old martial arts schools, it was not uncommon for the two sides to fight for disciples.

Since ancient times, it has been difficult to become a disciple of a famous teacher, and it is equally difficult to inherit his legacy.

In the martial arts world of the old era, many famous predecessors all died because they did not meet a true disciple who suited their taste, and left the words "I will not pass on my skills" before they died, and took their skills with them into the coffin.

"My teacher has a very high vision. He has always wanted to meet someone who is as talented as He Lanchan. As for Qin, except for his gray hair, he is basically like the reincarnation of a young stone Buddha."

Ren You said sincerely.

The graceful demeanor of He Lanchan with white hair as a young man is still imitated by many younger generations of new martial arts schools.

I like to dye my hair white and wear long robes.

"You want me to give it up? Give it to your Nanhuang Martial Arts School? Although Hongsheng's reputation is not very famous, it is not completely dead. There is still a useless guy like me left."

Lao Liang raised his eyebrows, drank the wine in the glass, and said crisply:

"You are no match for me. How about this, ask Senior Zhang to come out and beat me to death, and I can take my disciple away? The Secret Code of the Universe of the Nanhuang Martial Arts School is well-known, and I really want to learn a thing or two."

Ren You was speechless for a moment. If this was true, let alone whether Qin was willing to continue studying at Nanhuang Martial Arts School, his teacher's already limited reputation would probably be completely ruined.

After all, bullying the weak, killing the master and taking the disciple away is not honorable no matter where it is spread.

In the ancient times when there were no taboos, this was also considered "evil behavior".

Inside the dormitory, the atmosphere froze again.

While Ren You was at a loss, a buzzing sound like a loud bell suddenly burst into the room.

It was as if a strong wind was carrying a huge rock, emitting a fierce momentum, shaking the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

“I don’t know what crime you committed to deserve the punishment of twelve forbidden burning nails.

This thing hurts your essence, just like making a hole between your internal organs, causing serious loss of vitality and leading to a serious decline in your physical fitness.

I can help you remove them one by one as the price for accepting Qin Shi as your last disciple, how about that? "

Twelve forbidden-grade burning nails?
Ren You almost screamed out loud.

This is too horrifying!
The so-called burning nails are a kind of implant.

Through a method similar to surgery, the injection is placed into the limbs, spine, brain and heart.

It was originally an inhumane way of enhancing combat power designed by Dongxia specifically for the cannon fodder army composed of exiled people during the turbulent times.

It can offset the pain to a certain extent, and promote the condensation of vitality by cruelly stimulating the human body at all times.

Later, when the Dongxia Republic was established, it was abolished, but some regiments chose to use the implantation of burning nails as a punishment for "traitors" who committed heinous crimes.

The twelve spikes represent Liang Zhengxiong's limbs, spine, and even heart, which may have been implanted with stakes.

The forbidden level is the highest specification.

This means that it is enough to suppress a professional-level martial artist, the so-called "general-level" strongman.

"I volunteered to be burned at the stake."

Lao Liang gave a light answer that shocked everyone.

Now even the white-haired old man who was transmitting the message through the air fell silent.

"With such a character and determination, you will definitely have a chance to reach the level of 'king'. General is not your final destination."

The white-haired old man felt very sorry. He knew very well that the regiment was full of strong men, but the heroes who could really reach the level of king and become the commander of the legion were still as rare as phoenix feathers and horns.

"Senior Zhang, how about you consider letting me see your famous 'Secret Codex of the Universe'? I would be happy to die under this perfect ancient martial arts inheritance."

Lao Liang was very calm and didn't seem to take his life too seriously.

"Forget it, it's your destiny to rise. I've also heard of your master Lei Hongsheng's name. He's an old senior who deserves respect.

Just consider it as fate! Anyway, I am the loser in this life, so it is not shameful to single him out and say it, I accept it! "

The white-haired old man's voice sounded lonely, as if he was losing interest.

So what if you are so proud of your unrivaled skills and think you are the best in the world?

Just like the old predecessors in the old era, they took their skills to the grave and died with hatred in their hearts.

"Zhang... Senior, I heard from others that your "Secret Book of the Universe's Baking Furnace" can repair and compensate for all congenital and acquired injuries, and ensure that after being promoted to the professional level, the body's power will be pushed to 100%. Is this true?"

Lao Liang seemed curious and asked.

"I am not bragging. Among the ten great martial arts traditions of the past, apart from Yan Haishan and Ning Yuanhai, who have reached the end of their careers, even He Lanchan's "Void Meditation Method" and Qi Wuxiang's "Sun and Moon Luotian Ten Thousand Gods Mantra" are not as good as my "Secret Book of the Universe Furnace" in terms of physical training."

The white-haired old man answered proudly.

"Senior, do you consider Xiaoshi as your last disciple?"

Lao Liang asked again.

"Of course. I have already accepted nine disciples. If I can't find a suitable one, I will give up completely."

The white-haired old man sighed, feeling that his luck was too bad. After searching through several administrative planets, he still hadn't found a good candidate that he liked.

"If you are willing to swear to teach Xiao the Secret Code of the Universal Furnace, I can persuade him to inherit the mantle of the Nanhuang Daoist Academy."

Lao Liang closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then opened them and said.

"Are you willing?"

The white-haired old man was surprised.

Frankly speaking, this boy from the Qin Dynasty was not unique in talent and was unrivaled in the starry sky.

But his advantage lies in being comprehensive in all aspects without any weaknesses, making him an excellent choice for building a powerful body!

It can be said that he is a natural fit for the final inheritance of Nanhuang Taoist Temple.

“To be honest, I have been hesitating. Hong Sheng’s Hundred Phases Refining Technique is a slow and steady method. It will take three to five years for it to show its power. He Lanchan only showed his power after he reached the late stage of cultivation.

Apart from that, I only know one thing, the "Art of War" which I learned when I was in the army. From my personal understanding, the life field formed by the "Art of War" is extremely powerful. I think it is very suitable for children!"

The white-haired old man understood immediately and said with a frown:

"So you are from the Fourth Regiment... The 'Mechanic of Attack' created by General Qin is indeed very simple, but its drawback is that it consumes potential, accumulates injuries, and almost cannot be used to build a successful body. It needs the 'Secret Code of the Universe' to harmonize it. You have good intentions."

Lao Liang lowered his head and smiled, stroking the lame leg:

"I don't have any skills, I can't exchange for resources, and I can't help Xiao in any way. If he wants to go far, the road will be bumpy.

If there is a master like you who can give me some guidance and protection, I can feel at ease. "

The white-haired old man felt the same way. It is not easy to pass on the old martial arts. It is like a torch that is passed on from one generation to the next. If you are not careful, it may go out.

"Okay! I have always been taught by the world to do things, but I refuse to listen and insist on going against it! Even He Lanchan can't walk the path, so I may be able to do it!"

The white-haired old man was full of vigor and energy, and his old and frail appearance seemed full of energy.

Qin Shi, who was coming back from buying cigarettes downstairs, saw the old man in the wheelchair twitching all over. He thought he was having a seizure, so he quickly pushed the old man away:

"Uncle! There's a clinic nearby. Just bite something and bear with it..."

(End of this chapter)