Murong Bo didn't think much of it." What do you know, kid? When traveling in the martial world, money is the most important thing. If you don't have money, no matter how big a sect is, it will decline. Beggar's Sect was the largest sect in the martial arts world, and they relied on collecting money and beating sticks to make a living. Shaolin Temple was a leading figure in the martial arts world and was also supported by a group of devotees.”
What he said was true. Beggar's Sect's income was divided into two types. One was the income of the bottom level beggars, and a portion of it was handed over to the local beggars. Secondly, beggars would gather together. Whenever they met a rich family holding a funeral or a shop opening for business, they would sing and beat the drum. To put it bluntly, it was to collect protection fees.
Beggar's Sect had always been known for its chivalrous deeds. It was because of this that few people deliberately made things difficult for them when they collected money, which was why they had formed the largest sect in the martial arts world.
Shen Hao had gained a lot of knowledge. He really didn't expect Murong Bo to have such boldness to run his own business. He suddenly remembered that the original work said that after Murong Bo faked his death, he used the alias Yan Longyuan and hid in Dengfeng, Henan Province. He did business all over the country to increase his financial resources.
Now that he had personally witnessed it, he couldn't help but admire him.
However, admiration was admiration, but he was the enemy who killed his son. He had to get away as soon as possible.
Shen Hao didn't speak for a long time. Murong Bo only knew that he was young and didn't bother with him. After drinking the tea in front of the table, she came over and pulled him out of the rice store.
He didn't know what Murong Bo was up to. Not only did he not kill him, but he also insisted on dragging him away. Shen Hao didn't have a way to escape, so he followed without worry.
At this time, someone had already prepared the horses, and the two of them walked all the way to Qiantang.
When it was night time, Shen Hao knew that the Life-Death Note was about to act up, so he lied and ran out to suck blood. Shen Hao didn't expect Murong Bo to agree so readily. Instead, he was trembling.
After sprinting for a while and not finding anyone following him, Shen Hao laughed out loud. He pointed at the night sky and cursed," No one has the ability to trap me. I want to be the number one in the world. I want to be invincible…"
After roaring for a while, he felt extremely carefree. Shen Hao looked at the night sky and quickly turned around to look for someone.
Shen Hao grabbed a person from a dark alley and brought him out of the city. He drank his blood happily, just like a person who was tortured by his addiction to smoking suddenly had a cigarette.
After the human blood entered his body, Shen Hao was immediately filled with confidence. He was too lazy to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He leaned against the roadside and looked at the bright night sky. He began to sort out his emotions, but before he could think of the next direction to go, he suddenly coughed lightly in the dark night, and a person in a brocade robe appeared behind him.
This person came abruptly, as if he had suddenly crawled out of the ground.
Shen Hao knew who it was with just a glance. He knew that he couldn't outrun the other party, so he pretended not to see him.
After a while, Murong Bo couldn't help but say,""I was wondering what kind of strange martial arts you practiced? So it was the Carefree Sect's 'Supreme Supremacy in the Eight Desolates and Six Directions Art'!”
Shen Hao jumped up in shock.""What is it? You…you know about the Supreme Supremacy Technique? Where did you find out?"
" When I was young, I heard my mother say that although this martial art is powerful, it requires the consumption of fresh blood, which is extremely cruel," Murong Bo said.”
The Supremacy of the Eight Desolates and Six Directions Art was the unique internal art of the Heavenly Mountain's young lady. Shen Hao also knew the description in the original work that the Supremacy of the Eight Desolates and Six Directions Art was the supreme martial art of the Vulture Palace. It could only be cultivated with the best internal art as the foundation.
Although this internal art was extremely powerful, there was a disadvantage. Every thirty years, the person who cultivated it would have to rejuvenate. After returning to childhood, his power returned to its original state. If he wanted to recover his strength, he would need to cultivate every day. Every day was a year. Moreover, he had to drink fresh blood at noon before he could cultivate.
This Internal Strength mainly focuses on the Sanjiao Meridian of the Shaoyang Hand (the hormonal system). When cultivating, one must drink fresh blood, or else one cannot cultivate it.
Shen Hao could only laugh when Murong Bo said that his blood-sucking hobby was the Supreme Art of the Eight Desolates and Six Directions. It seemed that Murong Bo did not know very well.
Shen Hao went along with his intention and flattered him,""I didn't expect Senior Yan to recognize my cultivation method. You should know that I'm the sect master of Carefree Sect.”He raised the sect leader ring on his thumb and laughed.
Murong Bo nodded slightly," Very good, my guess was right. After seeing your Qing Gong and movement technique, and then seeing the Eight Desolates and Six Directions Supremacy Technique, I've already believed it." As for whether or not you are the Sect Leader of the Carefree Sect, I am not very interested. I think you must be Wu Yazi's disciple to be able to learn these two martial arts. Wu Yazi has an extremely powerful internal art called the Northern Dark Divine Art. I'm sure you know about it.”
Upon hearing this, Shen Hao's hair stood on end.""You…the reason why you didn't kill me was because you wanted to obtain the Northern Dark Divine Art?”
Murong Bo smiled lightly." You're very smart. Give it to me!" As long as you give me the secret manual of the Northern Dark Divine Art, I'll definitely let you go far away? Or, as long as you're willing, you can become my disciple. I'll also slowly teach you Shaolin's seventy-two techniques and Shifting Stars!”
Shen Hao's heart was pounding." These conditions are too tempting. I'm not interested in Shaolin's 72 Absolutes, but it's definitely worth it if I can really learn Shifting Stars."”
However, on second thought, Shen Hao hesitated."I'm his enemy who killed his son. Although he doesn't know now, he won't forgive me if he finds out in the future. I definitely can't fall for his trap!”
However, Shen Hao did not dare to reject him immediately. He thought to himself that as long as he did not reveal the Northern Dark Divine Art, he would not be in danger. It was better to keep him in suspense.
"Sure, sure. But I've already burned the secret manual of the Northern Dark Divine Technique. I need to think about it carefully before I can write it down for you!”
Murong Bo actually smiled faintly." That's easy. There's plenty of time in the future anyway. As long as you don't hand over the Northern Dark Divine Technique manual, I'll take care of you every day."”
Shen Hao froze for a moment before he suddenly thought,""I'm not afraid of you. When the time comes, I'll definitely escape.”
The two of them reached a good consensus, and Shen Hao was no longer afraid of Murong Bo.
In the next few days, they talked and laughed along the way, treating Murong Bo as a martial arts teacher. From time to time, she would ask him for martial arts or ask him about the secrets of the Heavenly Dragon that were not mentioned in the original novel.
Murong Bo was also very smart. Every time it came to a crucial matter, he would shut his mouth and not answer. He would just laugh it off.
After another day, they finally arrived at Qiantang.
It was the middle of August on the lunar calendar, and the tide of Qiantang River would be in a few days. Many tourists came to Qiantang to watch the tide, and the inn was packed.
Shen Hao followed Murong Bo, but he was treated well.
As soon as they entered Qiantang, there were already people waiting at the city gate to welcome them.
A black Swallow Flag could be seen fluttering in the wind in the distance. A skinny old man dressed as a scholar immediately bowed respectfully when he saw Murong Bo.""Su Ji welcomes Leader Yan's return…"
Murong Bo raised his hand lightly." Get up! There's no need to be so polite…" He was full of style, and he vaguely felt like an emperor meeting his subjects.
Shen Hao looked unhappy and sneered.
After entering the city, there was already an inn arranged. Shen Hao asked and found out that this inn was actually his business. Although he did not dare to say it out loud, Shen Hao still cursed in his heart.
Not long after they entered the city, Murong Bo had already asked about the details of the trouble caused by the Lacquer Yard Owner.
Su Ji told him about it on Monday and Friday, but Shen Hao didn't pay attention to it. He only heard that there was a lacquer garden owner named Fang La who deliberately raised the price of lacquer and even fought with the people Su Ji brought along many times.
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