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Chapter 159 Xiantian Gong (Subscription Request)
At dawn, on the top of a mountain deep in the Zhongnan Mountains, there grew a small tree more than one meter high.

It was winter, the leaves of the small trees had long since fallen, and the bare branches were dotted with scattered snowflakes.

There was a person sitting cross-legged on the snow under the tree, wearing only thin clothes.

As the sun gradually rose, Mu Sheng took a deep breath and swallowed the last trace of purple morning glow into his stomach.

"Sure enough, considering my current state of the eleventh level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, even if I swallow the purple energy, the effect is much slower."

"In cultivation before the tenth level, spiritual power only acts as a catalyst when the internal energy is condensed. This is also the case for the internal energy cultivation of everyone from the Five Supreme Masters to the third-rate minions in the Condor Heroes world."

“But after the eleventh level, spiritual power becomes more powerful in the concentration of internal energy.”

"Using spirit to control energy? That's right. If you simply pile up energy without enough control, you will easily hurt yourself."

"It means that the proportion of the purple qi from the morning glow that was converted into internal qi, which should now be called true qi, has decreased again."

"I still need to find a secret book that can help me cultivate to the true qi realm."

If the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra could be refined one or two more levels, Mu Sheng's realm would be raised and he would be able to improve the effect of swallowing the purple energy.

The current Swallowing Purple Qi is the 2.0 version upgraded by Mu Sheng based on the internal force version, but.
Mu Sheng glanced at the progress bar on the panel that had just reached 30%. Ever since he had digested his accumulation on the spiritual side, the progress bar had not moved.

I guess I won’t have to think about it in the short term.

“It’s time to go back.”

Mu Sheng exerted force on his ankles and stood up straight. As he stood up, a ten-foot-tall golden dragon-elephant shadow appeared around his body.

The golden dragon and elephant phantoms raised their heads and roared towards the direction where the sun was rising, and it seemed that one could hear the soul-stirring roar of the dragon and the cry of the elephant.

Five, four, three
After counting five numbers silently in his mind, Mu Sheng suddenly rushed forward a few steps and jumped out of the mountain. After staying in the air for a few seconds, he fell straight down.

"Wow~"

A long cry suddenly sounded from the bottom of the mountain, and the huge figure of the Divine Eagle flew out from under the mountain, steadily caught Mu Sheng's falling body, and flew towards the distant sky.

A small tree on the mountain peak behind them was swaying slightly in the air currents stirred up by the Divine Eagle, as if waving goodbye to them. There was a shallow snow mark under the tree.

The snow mark is the shape of a person sitting cross-legged, but the strange thing is that the snowflakes under the mark show no signs of melting.

When Mu Sheng returned to the ancient tomb, Xiao Longnu and Grandma Sun had already gotten up. Today was the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, and the two had started preparing the New Year's Eve dinner early.

Grandma Sun had a smile on her face all day today. This was the most lively New Year she had had in all these years.

After eating the New Year's Eve dinner, Mu Sheng locked up Li Mochou, who was pulled out to make up the numbers, back. As for her apprentice Hong Lingbo, she was helping Grandma Sun clean up the dishes.

Mu Sheng looked around and didn't see his cheap disciple Yang Guo, so he asked Xiao Longnu who was lazily resting on a chair:
"Where's Guo'er? Wasn't he here just now?"

"He went outside to set off firecrackers. I saw him go out just now," Xiao Longnu said without opening her eyes.

"Then I'll go out and take a look."

Mu Sheng turned around and walked outside. Just now at the dinner table, he noticed a hint of sadness occasionally flashing across Yang Guo's brows.

For some reason the stars in winter seem warmer, perhaps because of the cold climate.

When Mu Sheng found Yang Guo, he was lying on the branch of a dead tree, staring at the sky in a daze. One could feel the sadness surrounding him without getting close to him.

Mu Sheng lightly jumped onto the dead tree and sat down next to Yang Guo.

"Master, why are you here?" Yang Guo sat up and tilted his head slightly, not wanting Mu Sheng to notice his red eyes.

"Come and see you, why do you miss your mother?"

"Yeah," Yang Guo's voice was a little choked.

"My mother used to cook a lot of delicious food during the Chinese New Year. Even when her illness became more serious and the family had no money, she would still find ways to cook a lot of delicious food during the Chinese New Year."

"Use radish to carve into the shape of fish as braised fish, and slice cabbage stalks to make white meat"

As Yang Guo spoke, tears kept flowing down his face and his voice became more and more choked up. Finally, he couldn't help but sob softly.

If Yang Guo was still a child, Mu Sheng would hug him and comfort him, but now looking at Yang Guo's strong muscles, Mu Sheng felt that as a man, he must learn to digest these negative emotions on his own.

After Yang Guo cried for a while and vented his emotions, Mu Sheng started to joke:

"Don't be sad, otherwise your mother in heaven will see you crying like this and might think that we are not nice to you."

"No, Master and his wife are very kind to me, and Granny Sun treats me like her own grandson."

Yang Guo wiped the tears from his face: "Except my mother, no one has ever been so kind to me."

"What about your Uncle Guo? Is he not nice to you?"

“Uncle Guo.” Yang Guo’s expression was somewhat complicated: “Uncle Guo is also very good to me, but I don’t know why he is so good to me.”

"Uncle Guo, he might have killed my father."

Yang Guo was a smart and sensitive person. The refusal of Guo Jing and his wife to teach him martial arts, Huang Rong's vigilance towards him, and some clues from time to time led him to make this guess.

"Your father. Do you want to know your father's story?"

Mu Sheng's sudden words made Yang Guo stunned for a moment, and then he looked at Mu Sheng with some surprise: "Master, do you know how my father died?"

“I don’t know!” Mu Sheng looked at Yang Guo like he was a fool. “I am only a few years older than you. When your father died, I was still a kid.”

The surprise in Yang Guo's eyes faded again.

"But... I know who knows."

"Who?" Yang Guo's eyes lit up again.

"Qiu Chuji, he is your father's master, he must know, but this old Taoist priest is probably unwilling to tell."

Yang Guo's eyes dimmed again. To be honest, his Uncle Guo also knew about this but just refused to tell him.

"But we can use the lives of Quanzhen disciples to force him to speak."

"Yes!" Yang Guo's eyes lit up again.

"But if he is lying, we won't be able to tell."

Not again?
Yang Guo stared at Mu Sheng's expression, suspecting that his master was teasing him.

"Master, are you kidding me?"

boom!
Mu Sheng got goosebumps when he saw Yang Guo's sad eyes, and raised his hand to give him a slap. "You are such a big and strong man, please don't make such an expression, it's disgusting!"

"Still teasing you, do you think you are still that fair-skinned and tender little boy?"

Yang Guo:? Isn’t it because of his practice that he became what he is now?
“Master, why is it that you are also practicing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, but your body shape has not changed?” Yang Guo had wanted to ask this question for a long time.

"Everyone's physique is different, don't worry about it"

Mu Sheng said perfunctorily, can I still tell you that I built up these muscles by deliberately adding some muscle-building exercises and food supplements?
"Do you still want to know how your father died?"

"I do, but Master, didn't you say that the old Taoist priest might cheat us?"

"Don't worry, Master has a way. Let's go and find the old Taoist priest Qiu Chuji," said Mu Sheng as he jumped off the dead tree and walked towards the direction of Quanzhen Sect.

“Ah?” Yang Guo also jumped down hurriedly: “Master, are we going now?”

"What's wrong? You're still picking a day?"

"That's not the case, but is it appropriate on New Year's Eve?"

"What's wrong with that? The old Taoist priest was injured by me two years ago. He may not survive this winter."

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In a monastery of Quanzhen Sect, an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard was lying on the bed sleeping, and a young Taoist priest was standing by and watching over him.

Although today is New Year's Eve, Qiu Chuji's health no longer allows him to work too hard.

huh~
Snapped!
A small stone broke through the window paper and came in, hitting the young Taoist priest directly on the neck, knocking him unconscious and falling to the ground, making a clear sound in the silent winter night.

Two figures suddenly appeared in the room.

"He didn't wake up even after such a big commotion. It seems like Old Qiu doesn't have much time left!" Mu Sheng said with a look of regret, as if it wasn't him who beat the man into this state.

"Guo'er, go give him some big slaps to wake him up."

Yang Guo looked at the haggard face of Qiu Chuji, then looked at his own hand as big as a casserole, and suspected that if a few big guys really rushed over, Qiu Chuji would die on the spot.

Then he gently patted Qiu Chuji's cheek and said, "Master Qiu, Master Qiu."

Qiu Chuji heard someone calling his name in a daze. He tried hard to open his eyes but couldn't, as if he was in a nightmare.

"Will the time come today? Try pinching him."

Soon Qiu Chuji heard another person's voice, and then he felt a sharp pain in his philtrum. His eyes, which had been trying hard to open for a long time, suddenly opened.

As soon as Qiu Chuji opened his eyes, he saw a fat face pressed against his face, which scared the old Taoist priest.

"Master, he's awake." The fat-faced man turned his head and said to the side when he saw him wake up.

Master? Qiu Chuji turned around and saw a man who he could recognize even if he turned into ashes.

Mu wins!

"Cough, cough, cough." The excitement affected his old injury and Qiu Chuji started coughing non-stop. It took him a while to recover.

"Musheng, what are you doing here?"

Mu Sheng stepped forward and stood at the head of Qiu Chu's machine tool, looking down at him: "Look into my eyes"

This sentence was like the echo in a valley, the sound was vague and layered, and Qiu Chuji couldn't help but look into Mu Sheng's eyes.

The dark pupils were like a deep, bottomless abyss. Qiu Chuji felt his body falling down and down, and soon he lost consciousness.

When he came to his senses again, he found that the room was pitch black, without a single ghost in sight.

"Is this a dream?"

On the way to the ancient tomb of Quanzhen Sect, Mu Sheng was recalling the contents of the Xiantian Gong secret book that he had just picked up in Quanzhen Sect. He planned to copy it down when he returned and use it as the foundation of the Ancient Tomb Sect.

As for the original? He waited for a long time but didn't see the owner. There was no policeman to look for, so Mu Sheng could only leave the secret book there.

After all, as a law-abiding young man who returns lost property, it is impossible for him to keep the secret book for himself.

"But this Xiantian Gong is a bit disappointing."

I thought it was some kind of Qi-level martial art that cultivated both the body and the soul, but I didn't expect it to be a unique luck-based technique.

'However, this technique of bypassing the power of the spirit and forcibly condensing high-quality internal energy, or pseudo-true energy, is quite interesting.'

'No wonder this Xiantian Kungfu cannot be practiced without a virgin body. If the inner strength is not deep enough, it cannot be practiced successfully.'

The profound internal Qi provides the raw materials for condensing higher-quality pseudo-true Qi, while the boy's body ensures the purity of its own Qi, so that the required energy substances can be separated.

Even if these two conditions are met, practicing Xiantian Kung is like a child wielding a sledgehammer. It is more lethal to the enemy, but it also poses a greater threat to yourself.

If it backfires on you accidentally, the internal injuries caused will be more difficult to recover from than ordinary internal injuries.

"By the way, was Wang Chongyang's death due to this? The other five masters were all very energetic when they were old, but he, the most powerful one, died young. I don't believe that it was not due to Xiantian Gong."

All the way back to the outside of the ancient tomb, just when Mu Sheng was about to go in, Yang Guo's frustrated voice interrupted him.

"Master, is my father really a bad person?"

Mu Sheng turned around and glanced at Yang Guo's dejected look and said calmly: "That depends on where you stand when you say this."

Yang Guo raised his head and looked at Mu Sheng.

"If I were to stand in your shoes, even though your father didn't raise you, he did give you a life. Even if we can't talk about gratitude, at least there's no hatred, right?"

Yang Guo thought about it and nodded. He had never seen his father since he was a child, and his mother never told him about his father. It was not a question of gratitude or hatred, it was more of an obsession.

"If we stand in the Song Dynasty's perspective, your father is a traitor because he is a Han Chinese but he wants to be a prince of the Jin Dynasty. It is reasonable for us to wish him dead."

"If you put yourself in your father's shoes, he was a prince of the Jin Dynasty, and suddenly someone showed up and said he was his father. People around him also told him to give up everything and become an ordinary citizen of the Song Dynasty. No one would be happy about that, right?"

"Besides, he is not a good person to begin with, so it is understandable that he would do such a thing."

"Do you understand what the Master said?"

Yang Guo pondered for a long time before he said solemnly: "I understand, Master. There is no right or wrong in this matter. My father is not wrong, and Aunt Guo is not wrong either. It is all fate that plays tricks on us."

“Fuck your head!” Mu Sheng slapped Yang Guo on the back of his head.

(End of this chapter)