The fruit of killing life

Chapter 5 Dao Soldiers
Wang Yuan, who was leaning against the door to confirm whether the two had left, immediately warmed up when he heard this voice.

In the previous life, when I was a child, I was dependent on my grandfather, but when I grew up and could repay him, he was no longer there.

But here in this parallel world, even though the situation is a bit difficult, grandpa is always there.

Even though he behaved a little weirdly, would only go home on gloomy and rainy days, could not be seen at all, and would never show himself in front of others, Wang Yuan still felt very satisfied.

As long as the person is still there, it is already good.

He responded to the master bedroom, which was still pitch-black and could not see the slightest popularity:
"Understood, Grandpa! I still have something to do, I'll eat later, don't worry about me."

At the same time, he secretly made up his mind that when he jumped out of this evil-looking dead end and found a chance to give Wang Yunhu a retribution, he would leave this ghostly place with his grandfather.

It is difficult for normal people to escape under the eyes of others, but it is much easier for themselves.

After all, who would be wary of a "fool"?
At this time, he seemed to think of something again, his face darkened slightly:

"A few years ago, after I overheard the attitude of those tribesmen towards me, I knew that there would be such a day sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be so dangerous.

Grandpa said that if he wants to live a safe and secure life, he must live in Daling Village for 15 years.

No matter how hard it is during the period, you can't stay away.The farthest you can't leave the Beimang Mountains, and you can't leave the village for three days at most.

There is still one month left before my 15th birthday, and it happens to be the same day as the 200th anniversary ceremony of that 'King Yili'. I hope I can get through it smoothly. "

Going into his hut in the east chamber, he changed into the [Taoist General] official uniform that had been soaked for a long time, and took out a copy of "36 Books of Wu Jing, Volume [-]" from under the pillow that was exactly the same as that on the altar.

Suppressing the surging qi and blood in his body, he reconfirmed the gist of it from beginning to end.

"If it weren't for that bit of luck, maybe life and death would be unpredictable at this time.

But no matter how miraculous "Little Book of Life and Death" is, at the moment when the lack of morality is difficult to produce qualitative changes, personal force is the fundamental.

The only thing I can rely on now is this [Taoist Art of War]. "

In this world, moral law is holy, and ordinary soldiers are almost useless on the battlefield.

Since ancient times, whether it is a dynasty fighting for supremacy on the battlefield, or a Daoist war cutting down mountains and destroying temples, the main force relied on has always been the [Tao Bing] and [Tao General] who have mastered various powerful tactics.

More than 36 years ago, after Emperor Taizu of Yan Dynasty conquered the world, he collected the "Tao Chuan Art of War" from various schools of practice and compiled them into a "[-] Books of Wu Jing".

Then the "36th Battalion of Great Yan Dao Soldiers" that shocked the world was compiled and trained!
Wang Huchen, the ancestor of the Daling Wang family, was born in the 36th Battalion - a [Dao general] in the "Baihu Ruishi".

Only by serving the imperial court all his life can he be qualified to pass down this "Volume [-] White Tiger Art of War" to his descendants.

The highest level of cultivation can reach the second level of Martial Arts [Practice Marrow and Blood Exchange], and you can be naturalized as a full-time [Taoist soldier] after joining the army. The current patriarch Wang Yunhu is a master of this level.

After repeatedly confirming that there were no omissions, Wang Yuan put down his military strategy.

Standing out of the tiger pile used for internal training in "The Art of War of the White Tiger", completely let go of the long-suppressed heat flow in the body.

Om-!
The breathing in the mouth and nose is slight, but there is gradually a deep thunder in the body, and the purring of some kind of big cat is constantly exploding.

This sound starts from the whole chest with the breath.

It moves the abdomen to cooperate with the muscles, fascia, and bones of the body, following a strange rhythm, sometimes tense, and sometimes explodes.

Let the body vibrate endlessly, as if there are hundreds of millions of forging hammers constantly tempering the bone marrow, blood, and viscera.
It seems to be the spring thunder during the waking of insects, the earth rejuvenates and everything grows, continuously activating the vitality stored in the body and internal organs.

Even a layman can tell that this young man has clearly practiced some kind of extremely brilliant inner kung fu to the bone.

It is the core method of internal refinement in each school's [Tao Chuan Art of War].

"Tiger roar", "Dragon chant", "Crane cry", "Elephant cry", "Toad vibration", "Tiger leopard thunder sound" all belong to this list.

Cooperating with the heat flow of vitality transformed from the bones and the skin, and working together to stimulate the drum, the majestic vitality in the body continued to rise.

This body, which is less than 15 years old, is not considered burly, but it is full of vitality and blood, which makes people almost think it is a mighty tiger!

Moreover, Wang Yuan was pleasantly surprised to find out that after using the [Ghost King's Imprint on the Altar] to possess the three ghosts and gods.

It's as if I was taught by a martial arts master once, and I have made great progress in all aspects. It has almost become an instinct to move blood and urge energy.

After just a quarter of an hour, a thunder suddenly sounded in his ear.

Boom!

He has already gone through the two levels of "external strength" and "inner strength", and the level that was originally only one step away from the "full strength" of the "Flesh and Flesh Outward Prime Minister" was suddenly broken.

The caudal vertebrae are as hot as coals, and the spine bounces like a dragon.

With the spine as the pivot, the strength runs through the whole body like flowing water, and it can easily mobilize the strength of every inch of muscle and fascia with every gesture.

Infuse the hair with strength, be mentally sensitive, and respond to stimulation!

Flesh, fascia, bones, internal organs. The whole body organs are all entrusted to him, and his own consciousness has completely mastered this body.

Wang Yuan jumped up suddenly, with a little help from one hand, he easily jumped onto the beam like an ape.

Like a civet cat, it turned over and jumped down, and then went out through the narrow window.

The amazing thing is that even children have to turn their bodies sideways to pass through the half-open windows.

However, just as he jumped into the air, his body shrank, as if all the bones in his body had been removed, and he passed through lightly and deftly.

Wang Yuan landed silently, standing in the drizzle, spreading his hands.

The moment the raindrops falling from the sky touched the skin, they were hit by the vibrating membrane and exploded, and after a while, a white mist surrounded the body, almost like a god.

He closed his eyes to sense the changes in himself, and after a long time he breathed a sigh of relief:

"[Flesh and flesh foreign minister] Dacheng, although he can't even meet the standard of [Taoist soldiers] outside, but it is no longer a farmer at this point.

Entering the hall and entering the room, full of energy, one against ten.

Even an elite soldier with complete swords and armor can kill them brazenly even if they are not well trained, and they have initially possessed the capital to control their own destiny. "

The panic and uneasiness brought about by the precarious situation quietly disappeared for a small part, even a fog in my mind seemed to be removed, and it became much clearer all of a sudden.

Only then did he become convinced that he had finally grasped the vitality created by that bit of [Qi Luck].

If it wasn't for the influence of [Qi Luck], maybe Wang Cheng and the others would have caught him back just now, and he would never be able to stand up again.

But pure [air luck] is just duckweed, and it must be combined with corresponding power or resources to truly create miracles.

"Maybe that's why God helps those who help themselves.

Even if you are born with a very noble character, if you don't live up to it, no matter how strong your luck is, you will be a tree without roots and water without a source.

Just like those pigs standing on the wind in the previous life.

Although fate is good enough to catch up with the wind, if you don't take advantage of the great luck in a short period of time to enrich your own strength, there will be a day when you will fall again.

If virtue does not match, there will be disasters! "

At this time, Wang Yuan's understanding of [Qi Luck] has improved a little bit.

He didn't care about the tomb guards outside who must be closely monitoring this small courtyard at this time.

He was well aware of his situation and never thought of asking anyone for help.

With a piece of pancake left in the pot by his grandfather in his mouth, Wang Yuan rummaged through the box and put several bottles and jars containing suspicious powder and a bright red sachet containing six locust tree leaves on the table.

Through the back window of the bedroom, his eyes fell on the misty and rainy Beiman Mountain.

"It stands to reason that I, a fool, have encountered [strangeness], and my life is not long, so the one thousand acres of fertile land can be regarded as safe.

Why do you still have to take so much effort and have to lure me into Beiman Mountain?

If everything goes too far, they must have other goals, a big secret that has never been revealed even in front of fools! "

He had a hunch that in the remaining month, it would be useless to delay time just by pretending to be stupid.

Only by actually finding that answer.

Only by oneself can we turn around the established fate of "a duckweed in a boat on a bitter sea, the sound of spring rain on a decayed tree, and a strong wind when everything goes wrong, and this life is drifting away with nothing to trust"!

(End of this chapter)