Martial God Development Plan

As Ji Zhao spoke, he gripped the two spears in his backhand and stabbed the wooden man viciously. The Red Moon's internal energy burst out and pierced the wooden man through. After pulling them out, he bent down slightly and looked at the wounds inside the wooden man's body and nodded with satisfaction. If this had stabbed a person, the bleeding would have been unstoppable.

"Men and women..." Han Gongqiu seemed to be thinking, "Xiao Jizhao always says very interesting things."

"After all, I am the reincarnation of Lord Wu'an." Ji Zhao smiled, "By the way, is there a master in the pavilion who is responsible for teaching this kind of short-range weapons?"

Han Gongqiu smiled and said, "Of course."

Ji Zhao asked: "Who?"

Han Gongqiu brushed her long black hair with her fingers, opened her folding fan with a snap, covered half of her face, and cast a coquettish glance: "Of course you are the most beautiful master in this pavilion."

Ji Zhao understood: "So that's it, it's Master Mo."

"Haha, speaking of which, my memory has been a little bad recently. I might accidentally replace the six-language flower with withered heart grass during the medicinal bath."

Ji Zhao's expression changed, and he was about to beg for mercy, but unexpectedly Gu Qu happened to come here and wanted to buy a handy weapon. As a result, he heard these words as soon as he entered the door, and some stupid words came out of his mouth.

"Bad memory? Why? Is it because Master Qiu is old?"

“Haha…haha…hahahaha…”

"Aiya! Master Qiu, don't do that!"

......

Another half month passed, and it was late December. Nanxue's injuries had almost healed. As for Yunxiao, although he was still unable to fight, he could take care of himself in his daily life.

It is worth mentioning that Gu Qu was frightened by the fact that she almost lost her life. After returning to Luohe Pavilion, she practiced hard for several days and even often came to Ji Zhao to ask for advice on martial arts. It was probably because Ji Zhao's miraculous skills that day impressed her. However, as time passed, her lazy character took over again, and she returned to her original state after only half a month.

Liu Hanying personally went to Wuling City to buy some New Year's goods. This was not something that should be done by him as the Pavilion Master himself, as it was like using an anti-aircraft cannon to kill a mosquito. However, after what happened before, he was too embarrassed to let the masters and disciples in the Pavilion do it again.

As the New Year approaches, even the cooks in the pavilion are fewer and fewer, and Mount Daizong is becoming increasingly deserted.

One day, morning.

"Brother Ji." Nan Xue called out to Ji Zhao, who was about to go to practice. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Can we talk for a moment?"

Ji Zhao actually had some guesses in his mind: "You tell me."

Nan Xue asked: "Brother Ji, do you think I should return to Xingdou Sect?"

"Perhaps I should say 'should'," Ji Zhao said, "You are also thinking, 'If I stay here, I will only cause disasters, and I should go see my biological parents'... You should have similar thoughts, right?"

Nan Xue nodded: "To be honest with you, Brother Ji, I... did think so, because they are my parents, the last people in the world who have a connection with me."

"But you must also feel that you shouldn't go back." Ji Zhao said, "The nature of the Xingdou Sutra means that it is a place where the strong prey on the weak. You have no cultivation, and even if you are the leader's child, it may not be easy for you to go there, not to mention that the leader is about to die. In the final analysis, we don't know the internal situation of the Xingdou Sect, so we can only assume that anything can happen."

"Yes... I do have similar considerations."

"But you can't make a decision, right?"

"Yes, I feel that both options have advantages and disadvantages, and I...can't choose."

"My eldest sister once said this," Ji Zhao said, "No one can be sure what is the right and wrong thing to do in this world until it ends. It is meaningless to worry about this and that, and think about what is the best way to do it. People's energy and judgment are limited. At this juncture, we should try our best to abandon unnecessary thoughts and focus all our attention on one thing."

Ji Zhao said, taking out a copper coin: "If you don't know how to make a decision, just leave your fate to this, and then do your best... The importance of choice may be greater than the direction of effort, but when you can't be sure of the 'right' one, it becomes less important."

Volume 3: Taizong Luohe: Chapter 35: The Truth of Everything

powerful.

This is the unanimous understanding of Ji Zhao by everyone in Luohe Pavilion.

From the world's top master Liu Hanying to Gu Qu who had just practiced martial arts for a few days, to the smart and intelligent Ji Tan and the stupid and ignorant Gu Qu who had poor comprehension, they all thought so.

This kind of strength does not refer to strength in physical strength, but strength in will, action and endurance. Almost no one can see Ji Zhao's hesitant expression. He has something to do every minute and every second. If you ask him "what are you going to do next", he can tell you the schedule for three days later. He has extremely strong endurance and can always execute his plans accurately. He is the first one to get up every day. Even if it is December now, he will never stay in the warm bed for even a second. Even Mo Yu, who has the most vicious tongue and is good at finding fault, has to praise him, "Even if he is a fool, he can succeed with this kind of willpower."

Such people are born with a unique leadership temperament. When they first encountered the white-haired man, Nan Xue and Gu Qu both subconsciously listened to Ji Zhao's command, as if his decision was correct.

Therefore, Nan Xue now also wants to hear Ji Zhao's opinion... No, for someone like him who doesn't care even if he dies, it's not so much about listening to opinions as it is about him doing whatever Ji Zhao says he should do.

However, Ji Zhao did not help him make a choice and left after leaving a copper coin.

Nanxue held the copper coin in her hand, speechless for a long time.

The moment the coin was thrown, it no longer mattered which side was facing up, but Nan Xue did not throw it out after all.

The choices that determine your life are actually very difficult to make, and the earlier you mature, the harder it is to make.

【“…”】

Nan Xue had almost never experienced a moment like this where he had to make a choice for his life. He was a little confused and a little scared... It seemed that this was the time for the elders in the sect to come on stage and impart their life experience, but the masters of Luohe Pavilion had a surprisingly unified attitude and just waited quietly.

Not knowing what to do, Nan Xue continued his previous life... It seemed that he had made a choice, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that he just hadn't made a choice yet. The copper coin lay quietly on the table, and dust gradually accumulated on it.

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At the end of the year, Nanxue accepted the commission to do the laundry and came to the river carrying the clothes of the male masters and disciples in Luohe Pavilion.

【“…?”】

When Nanxue was washing her old clothes, she felt something bulging in the lining of the clothes.

He felt a little surprised, as he had worn this clothes for many years and had never felt anything like this before. He squeezed it hard...there was indeed something hidden in the interlayer of the clothes, and it had been sewn up with needle and thread.

【“Is it Master…?”】

Nan Xue thought that the only one who had time to do this seemed to be his former master, Liang Chong, a traitor of the Xing Dou Sect. He immediately opened the needle and thread, and found a sealed small bag inside. After he opened the bag with force, he found a sealed letter inside!

"letter......?"

Nan Xue wiped the water off her body and immediately opened the letter.

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[“My daughter Nanxue, seeing your letter is like seeing you in person.”]

[“I’m sorry that I had to play the role of a so-called ‘master’ for the past fifteen years, but it’s all worth it to reap the fruits of victory in the end. I don’t know if you can understand this now, but it doesn’t matter, you will understand it sooner or later.”]

[“Yes, you are my son... Fifteen years ago, I took Nanfeng’s son away, but I killed that boy the next moment. You are my son, Liang Chong! There is no need to ask who your mother is. I will never let anyone else know the truth. Over the past fifteen years, I have used Miaojiang’s methods to exchange blood for you. Until now, even if a god came, he would not be able to tell that you are not Nanfeng’s son.”]

[“You must be very curious about what is going on… I will answer you now.”]

[“You should be visited by the Xingdou Cult’s people now... I have already inquired about it. Nanfeng is seriously ill. They must be looking for you, more than ever before. I will deliberately reveal my flaws at this time to lure them to find me and die in the hands of certain people, so that you can be ‘free’. Go, go with them... Nan will pass on his skills to you before he dies, and his wife Li Wanzhi, that sentimental woman, will protect you!”]

[“Generally speaking, the leader’s power cannot be passed on to his son. The internal energy must be placed in the Star Lamp, waiting for the next destined person to appear. However, I have been constantly squeezing your meridians for the past fifteen years, damaging your foundation, and almost reducing your vitality to the limit. In this case, Nanfeng has no choice. He feels guilty about you. In order to let you live, he will definitely break the rules of the sect and pass all his power to you. As long as he does this first and asks for permission later, plus Li Wanzhi’s authority, no one dares to say anything. After that, after waiting for a while, you will be able to take charge of the Star Sect!”]

[“This is why I have treated you like this for the past fifteen years... Anyone who sees your meridians and your white hair will think that I treated Nanfeng’s son like this in order to take revenge! In order to make them believe this, I can even gamble my own life!”]

[“This is the shocking situation I spent fifteen years planning!”]

[“Not only do I want Nanfeng’s skills, but I also want the position of the leader of the Xingdou Sect!”]

[“My son! All of these are yours!”]

[“To become the leader of the Xingdou Cult… This is my father’s long-cherished wish. I have never been able to realize it in my lifetime, but death is not the end. My dream will continue.”]

[“Perhaps, I shouldn’t have left you this letter, as it might expose you, but I still couldn’t help but write it down. If I didn’t write it down, you would really be Nan Feng’s son for the rest of your life… Or perhaps, this is an explanation to me for the past fifteen years.”]

[“I know you must be resenting me, but you will definitely thank me later. What I leave you is the most precious thing in the whole world... Go, Nanxue, return to the Western Regions and obtain Nanfeng’s power. Then, when he has finished passing on his power and is extremely weak and about to die, go to his ear and tell him, ‘I am Liang Chong’s son, Liang He.’”]

[“Liang He! This is your name!”]

[“Fengxue! Fengxue! Chonghe! Chonghe! Hahahahahaha…”]

......

Wow...

A breeze blew by and blew away the note in Nanxue's hand.

The man stood there in a daze, not moving.

After a long, long time, he bent down with a normal expression and continued washing clothes.

The sound of water is gurgling and dripping, flowing endlessly.

Volume 3: Taizong Luohe: End of Volume Happy New Year

December 31st, late at night.

The only five remaining disciples and four masters in Luohe Pavilion gathered together to have a New Year's Eve dinner.

Gu Qu couldn't forget her mutton dumplings, but because of what happened last time, he didn't dare to go to Wuling City alone. In the end, he went to Liu Hanying and persuaded her for a long time, and finally got this great master to accompany her to Wuling City. When she got the New Year's Eve dinner, he even made dumplings himself. Although this man usually looks silly and lazy, he is very skillful when making dumplings. The dumplings he made have thin skin, rich fillings, and are full of juice.

When Ji Zhao put it in his mouth, he even felt like "your character is fucking ruined."

"How is it?! How is it?!"

Gu Qu sat at the dining table, feeling quite pleased with himself: "When I wanted to cook, you all stopped me! Now you know how powerful I am!"

————Because this person usually behaves in an extremely unreliable manner, everyone was afraid that she would blow up the kitchen and leave everyone with nothing to eat for the New Year's Eve dinner, so everyone wanted to stop her. Gu Qu also spent a lot of effort before she got the chance to show off.

It has been almost a month since he came to Luohe Pavilion, and this is the last chance to gain respect. Gu Qu naturally seizes every opportunity to show off.

"Daozu is above." Ji Tan clapped his hands and praised, "I knew that you were kind and would at least leave a way for fools to make a living."

"Ji Tan!" Ji Bei still had some conscience and immediately scolded him, "How rude!"

Ji Tan shrugged, but was too lazy to talk back—or perhaps he didn’t dare.

Liu Hanying was generous with her praise, but before Gu Qu could be happy for a few seconds, Mo Yu's cold snort rang out.

"Hmph... As a warrior, you don't make progress all day long. You complain about the hardship when practicing, and you only want to cheat and be lazy. You are complacent just because you cooked a few dumplings. Ancient music, ancient music... Hmph!"

Mo Yu has always been sharp-tongued, and Gu Qu is stupid, so they are the ones who are scolded the most by her on weekdays. They have been suppressed in the food chain, and they immediately shrank their necks and became cowardly.

"It's New Year's Eve, let's not talk about this." Liu Hanying smiled and took out a few red envelopes from her arms, "Here, New Year's money, everyone who sees it gets a share."

"Thank you, Master!"

Because of his personality, Gu Qu had spent the most time with Liu Hanying during these days and had the best relationship with her, so he accepted it without hesitation.

"As expected of you, Pavilion Master. You are so generous." Ji Tan cleared his throat. "Then, I will accept it with great gratitude."

Ji Zhao and Ji Bei accepted it as usual, while Nan Xue thanked him quietly and also accepted it.

But after Nanxue also accepted the red envelope, Liu Hanying actually had one red envelope left in her hand. Just when Ji Zhao was wondering why there was one extra red envelope, Liu Hanying looked at Mo Yu.

"Here, you have one too."

"Varied......?!"

Mo Yu was startled, and a blush quickly appeared on her cheeks. She felt ashamed and angry about being given a red envelope in front of so many disciples: "I'm not a child!"

"Ji Bei is also nineteen years old, right?" Liu Hanying smiled. "Since you are the same age as her, if she can accept it, why can't you?"

Ji Zhao was a little surprised when he heard this. Although he could tell that Mo Yu was definitely not very old, he didn't expect that he was the same age as Ji Bei. It seemed that Mo Yu's talent and strength were also amazing. He could become a master in Luohe Pavilion at such a young age.

Mo Yu argued: "You and I are the master, and they are the disciples! It is natural for the master to give red envelopes to the disciples. How can a master give red envelopes to another master?"

"I'm not giving the red envelope as a master." Liu Hanying shook his head, his tone still gentle, "I'm... giving it as a 'brother'."

When these words came out, the four new disciples were all stunned. Fortunately, Ji Bei was considerate and whispered to Ji Zhao: "The Pavilion Master and Master Mo are half-siblings."

Ji Zhao felt something was wrong. It would be almost correct if they had the same mother but different fathers, but why would they have the same father but different mothers? You have to know that their surnames are different.

But in this situation, it was difficult for him to ask such a sensitive question and he could only keep his doubts in his heart.

"......Then, I'll accept it." Mo Yu was speechless after all and accepted the red envelope.

"Master~~" At this time, Han Gongqiu spoke, she smiled and said, "I am only eighteen years old. It's the New Year, and I didn't go back to see my master. I am so serious and stick to my post, so don't I get a red envelope?"

"Ugh." Yun Xiao pretended to vomit, "Old women are so disgusting."

Han Gongqiu grabbed Yunxiao's shoulders and said expressionlessly, "By the way, young lady, I suddenly remembered that Master Yun still has one course of treatment left to do. Let's eat first."

"Humph." Yun Xiao couldn't resist Han Gongqiu at this time, but he still looked calm. He was in danger and said proudly, "Do you think you can do this to me in front of the Pavilion Master?"

Liu Hanying looked away.

“Eh…?!” Yunxiao was stunned, and Han Gongqiu dragged him out by the collar. “Wait… Pavilion Master?! Pavilion Master! Why are you just watching?! I will die! This old woman will kill me!”

"It was your own mouth that killed you..." Ji Zhao sighed, "People are always ungrateful for being alive."

Ji Tan, who had become a little more obedient in recent days, nodded with deep understanding.

"Snowing!"

When Han Gongqiu opened the door, Guqu took in the scene outside, cheered and ran out. She probably grew up in the south and had not seen snow very often, so she looked very excited.

The group also went outside. It was snowing heavily like goose feathers, fluttering in the air. One could imagine that when they woke up tomorrow morning, the sky and the earth would be covered in silver.

Mount Daizong is a great viewing spot, from where you can see the brightly lit Wuling City in the distance. But precisely because of this, the loneliness of this place is even more apparent.

"It's so beautiful."

"Yes."