Observing Wanfa from the martial arts school servants

Chapter 128 Contest of Titans (Supplement)

Lin Mu swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

With a wave of her hand, Yan Niang placed the ruler on the desk and announced expressionlessly that the morning lessons were over.

Only her hurried departure revealed the turmoil in her heart.

Has Xiaoxiao mastered the Insight Technique? Lin Mu had no idea.

However, he kept his promise and took Xiaoxiao to the back mountain to make beggar's chicken.

He broke open the clay shell a short time before the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

When the lotus leaf is lifted, the outermost layer is already roasted until it is crispy and tender, with a wonderful aroma.

Xiaoxiao eagerly tore off a leg, but didn't eat it.

"Big brother, this beggar's chicken isn't cooked yet!"

"How come it's not cooked?" Lin Mu stared and smiled.

"The beggar's chicken still has a faint red layer on it, and there are still a few tendons that are hard to bite through attached to the bone."

From observation to judgment, from investigating things to acquiring knowledge.

He closed his eyes, and a slight warmth emanated from the myriad techniques of martial arts.

After observing, one can replicate the text: the art of insight.

Whether it will be a replica.

He silently uttered "yes" in his heart, and a subtle yet keen power surged into his mind.

The world before my eyes changed the moment the Insight Technique was successfully replicated.

In his eyes, the waterfall was no longer a complete curtain of water, but countless individual water droplets, each with its own falling speed, rotation angle, and the subtle and brief ripples produced when it rubbed against the air.

The veins on the bamboo leaves were no longer a blurry green, but a clear and distinct network of veins. He could even tell how many bamboo leaves were reflected on the surface of the dewdrop at the tip of the leaf.

Insight, 1/1000.

He was pleased and made two more beggar's chickens for Xiaoxiao.

Around noon, Yan Niang found Lin Mu practicing his boxing by the waterfall.

She was still wearing that simple blue cloth dress, still had that gentle smile, and still had that bamboo hairpin loosely holding her hair up.

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As gentle as a stream, yet as sharp as an ice arrow.

She stood motionless for a moment at the edge of the bluestone platform, the spray from the waterfall dampening her clothes.

It seemed that nothing could shake her.

Then she spoke, her voice muffled by the sound of the water.

"What happened to Haoran in Heyuan?"

Lin Mu did not answer immediately.

He withdrew his fist, leaned against the stone pillar, and looked past the mist to Yan Niang's face.

"Tell me first what exactly happened with Wendao."

Yan Niang did not respond.

The roar of the waterfall echoed between the two, and the mist refracted a long rainbow in the sunlight.

It was Lin Mu who finally broke the silence between them.

"Let's play a question-and-answer game."

"Each person takes turns asking one question."

"Okay." Yan Niang nodded in agreement.

"Why doesn't Haoran leave Heyuan?" She seized the initiative and took the lead.

Yan Niang stared at Lin Mu, and a subtle ripple suddenly appeared in the depths of her clear, deep eyes.

Those are traces of the power of literature and the Way—the art of insight.

The martial arts' myriad techniques swelled slightly: Insight Technique, refreshable.

Refresh?

Lin Mu silently said "yes" in his heart, and the newly replicated power of the Insight Technique was refreshed, strengthened, and activated in the same instant.

He raised his eyes and stared at Yan Niang as well.

"Because he met a very powerful person."

"Who is it?"

Yan Niang pressed for an answer.

"That's the next question."

"It's my turn to ask."

Lin Mu interrupted her.

"What exactly is literature and the Way? Where is the heart of the Way?"

Yan Niang withdrew her gaze and gently rubbed the ruler in her palm.

"The Way of Literature is the ultimate truth of heaven and earth that you have come to understand."

"And what about the Dao heart?"

Lin Mu asked again.

These are two issues.

"It's my turn to ask."

A faint smile appeared on Yan Niang's lips.

"How powerful is that powerful person?" She pondered for a long time before posing the question.

Instead of asking a question like "Who is that person?" which doesn't yield much information, it's better to ask a question that allows you to deduce more information from it.

Lin Mu remained silent for a moment.

"The opponent threw a very strong punch."

"One punch sent six Core Formation demonic beasts flying."

"now you."

How to obtain the Dao Heart.

Lin Mu stared into Yan Niang's eyes and activated his Insight Technique as well.

Yan Niang was clearly also scrutinizing him with her insight technique; the two stared at each other like they were playing chess.

"Daily morning and evening classes."

"The profound truths of the universe are found within books."

"Once you understand this, your Dao heart will be formed."

Yan Niang's voice was calm and steady; she wasn't lying.

She paused for a moment, then asked again.

"What kind of power did you use in that punch?"

"Righteous spirit, the people's petition, a golden punch."

Lin Mu answered truthfully.

Yan Niang frowned almost imperceptibly, muttering softly, "Literary and martial arts cultivation?"

Then it quickly returned to normal.

But Lin Mu's lip-reading ability detected her lip movements.

He kept imitating the other person's lip movements and finally came up with the four characters "文道武修".

"To what extent must one cultivate to have a Dao heart?" It was Lin Mu's turn to ask a question.

"When you feel the principles of all things in the world surrounding you, you possess the heart of the Tao."

Yan Niang withdrew her gaze and looked at the pale golden sun above the waterfall.

Having finally obtained the information, Lin Mu and the others waited to be questioned, but Yan Niang said, "I've already asked them several times."

"You ask first."

She turned her head back, and a subtle slyness flashed in her clear eyes.

Lin Mu nodded.

"What is the cultivation of both literary and martial arts?"

How did you know?

"I've heard it from others," Lin Mu replied quickly, indicating that this was indeed a question.

As for who told you that, that's a matter of opinion.

Yan Niang gave him a deep look. This guy didn't seem like a martial artist, but rather like an old fox who had been immersed in literature for many years.

"The martial arts of the Martial Saint Zeng Wu are a martial arts style. The power of the literary arts is carried in the fist and foot techniques, making them very powerful."

She did follow the rules and didn't hide anything.

"This is the answer to the previous question."

"Now it's my turn again, because I answered your question about how you knew."

Yan Niang nodded, her gentle face displaying a bold and magnanimous spirit of accepting defeat.

"Which kind of literature is most likely to cultivate a Daoist heart?"

"Insight Technique"

Lin Mu clenched his fist.

If one can use the Insight Technique to obtain the Dao Heart of Literature and find the path to cultivating both literature and martial arts, it will grant him immense power.

That punch in the Battle of Heyuan gave him this belief.

"It's your turn." Lin Mu, in a great mood, also loosened his grip a bit.

"I'll ask again when I think of it."

Yan Niang smiled gently, regaining the upper hand once again.

How could the Wen family relinquish the initiative to others?

During evening classes, Lin Mu sat in the study with Xiaoxiao in his arms, a stack of books he had taken from Yan Niang's bookshelf spread out in front of him.

The Great Learning, the Record of Monsters and Beasts, the Record of Mountains and Rivers, and several other ancient books whose names he had never even seen before, their pages yellowed and their edges frayed from being turned over so many times.

Xiaoxiao lay on his lap, tugging at his collar, her little legs swinging back and forth, her face full of confusion as if to say, "Big brother, what happened to you?"