Phantom Demon Claw
The next morning, the air was still fresh. At this time, I had already walked for the whole night. Originally, I had promised Master that I would be sent off this morning, but I didn't do so. After sending a monarch off for a thousand miles, I would finally part ways. Moreover, I was not a gentleman, nor was I Master's husband. Although I was only a disciple, I couldn't imagine the scene of me parting with Master after spending ten years together. In one night, I felt that I had matured a lot.
On the night before they parted, Yan Qingwu stood by the window with red eyes. She looked at her disciple's background as it gradually faded away. She looked at the words he had left on the ground in front of the door: Master, when I have the ability to come back, we will no longer care about those so-called bullsh * t world views and morals.
Her tears finally flowed down her holy face.。
I walked for an entire night, and I didn't use any qinggong. My shoes were torn. What is it? Pressure? Maybe. In the future, I'll have to rely on my own ability to cheat food and drink. If I don't have the ability, forget about the beautiful women admiring me, I reckon those aunties will only look at me a few more times. Then, they sigh with emotion and say, Why did such a handsome little beggar achieve nothing and waste his time all day?
Pei pei pei, I don't want to. I rely on three things to make a living: money, good martial arts, and many brothers.
Damn it, I don't have any. Money, I've never seen a single coin in the Swallow Clear Valley.
It's a pity that I have fifty years of internal strength but I don't know any moves. I'll still die if I meet an expert.
Brothers and friends? "Not to mention, other than being familiar with my master, I only know one person. I got to know that person when I was seven years old. My master would go into seclusion for a month every year. Every time he went into seclusion, I would secretly run out of the valley to play. When I was seven years old, I met my aunt outside the valley. I didn't know her name. She only taught me Qinggong and brought me around. After that, every year after my master went into seclusion, I would meet her. She looked very young and I didn't know her age. She only asked me to call her aunt." She also forbade me from telling Master that I met her.
As for the others, I even forgot to ask the name of the abbot of Shaolin Temple last time.
The thousand-year-old martial arts archives recorded in the Yanxia Cave did not have anything from the past ten years. Could it be that martial arts had really become history? Or was it because his grand master wasn't around and no one went to collect it?
Thinking about some problems and how I should live my days in the future, I walked for another day in confusion.
At night, the lonely star is shining brightly, the night is long, who will sleep with me?
Sigh, it's a pity that I'm still underage…
After walking for half a month, I still didn't see anyone. In this half a month, when I was hungry, I would hunt for wild animals in the forest to satisfy my hunger. When I was thirsty, I would pick some fruits. With my lightness skill, it wasn't difficult for me to catch up with rabbits, pheasants, and so on. However, it was a little difficult to catch them. I couldn't understand why they reacted so quickly. Did they all practice martial arts?
It was only later that he realized that there was only one reason. They were wild chickens, and the pheasants they sold were definitely better than the chickens in some shops. Some people said that wild chickens could not be eaten, but that was only after 300 years. The reason why they could not be eaten was because of human greed.
" Reflexes are all trained. No matter how good my internal energy is, it's useless if I can kill it with one palm. If I can't hit it, I'm still an idiot. Just like the Shaolin abbot last time. As long as I take a punch from him, I probably won't be able to walk out. But in the end? A group of monks chased me everywhere, but in the end, they didn't do anything to me.
Therefore, just having internal energy was not enough. After thinking about it, martial arts were dead, but people were alive. All martial arts were created by people. If others could create it, why couldn't I?
I can't waste the talent that the heavens gave me!
Combining the Dragon Claw Hand that I peeked at in the Sutra Depository of Shaolin Temple that day and the scene of me peeping at my master's cultivation, I created a new set of martial arts called Phantom Demon Claw.
The world's martial arts, only fast can not be broken, the real is empty, empty is real, illusion is real, there are real and empty, difficult to grasp.
This is a theory I concluded myself. I studied it all day long. My figure is like a phantom, and my palm is the same. It makes people unable to tell whether it's real or fake. With the word 'illusion', I can charm all the beautiful girls in the world.
But why was it named after the word 'devil'? The reason was simple. It sounded domineering!
It's a pity that I left Dragon Claw in Shaolin Temple. Otherwise, I would have had an extra protection. Sigh, it seems that I'm still not professional enough.
In the past half a month, my Phantom Demon Claw has already made some progress. Although it is not a top master, I am confident that I can fight with the abbot of Shaolin Temple again. After all, I have 50 years of cultivation, right?
Haha, the rivers and mountains are great. Let's go out for a walk. The blue sea and the blue sky will blow. I'll be in a good mood. Let's go out for a walk. Don't stay at home and be a lazy worm.
Under the bright moonlight, the mystery and beauty of the forest could be seen at a glance.
Under the clear moonlight, which was as cold as water, I performed the first style of Phantom Demon Claw: They catch wild chickens.
In the past half a month, he had been practicing his martial arts while hurrying along. Seeing that there were people in front of them, it was probably time to return the book to Shaolin Temple. As the saying goes," When you borrow, you return. It's not difficult to borrow again. I don't want to be the enemy of the entire Shaolin Temple. I took a book from someone and didn't know a single word other than the title. It's embarrassing enough if word gets out."
Just because of this lousy book, he had offended hundreds of monks. It had already been two years. Just thinking about it made him feel ashamed. Thinking about it, he activated the Hundred Changes of Divine Movement and ran down Shaoshi Mountain. The shadows were continuous, matching the shadows of his hand. Only the word fast could describe it.
The sky gradually darkened, and I arrived at the town at the foot of the mountain before dark. I couldn't help but feel a little happy and wanted to shout, I'm free!
Even though I still feel a little sad when I think of my master, it's all replaced by the scene in front of me. After all, I'm only seventeen years old, and I've never experienced anything before. To let me live my entire life in a desolate valley is worse than killing me.
Looking at the lively scene around me, I had sneaked out to play in the past. However, every time I went back, I couldn't help but be beaten up. This increased my curiosity and desire for the outside world. Now, my dream had finally come true. Looking at the person selling candied haws, I really wanted to try it. Unfortunately, I was penniless…
Just as I was thinking about how to buy a few taels of silver for a good meal and sleep, the alley on the left side of the street was filled with people. I was naturally curious, so I went over as quickly as possible. I saw two people surrounded by the crowd. One of them was dressed in white and had a delicate face. He looked quite chivalrous. The other one looked like a beggar. I thought my clothes were torn enough, but compared to that little beggar, I really paled in comparison.
I asked a horse-faced man who was also watching the show. This big brother, who are these two? What are they standing here for? That person turned to look at me and laughed loudly. Little brother, you don't look familiar. You're not from around here, are you? That little beggar stole the man in white's purse just now, but he doesn't admit it now. He's fighting here.
I also laughed,"No wonder. It's not good to steal things in broad daylight, but with so many people watching, it'll cause a traffic jam."
The man subconsciously nodded and turned to look at the two of them.
I also turned to look at the little beggar and couldn't help but sigh. He had just left the house and met his peers. He was lucky, famous, and loud. He had to save this little beggar later. He was righteous.
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