Sister, stay away from me

Wang Huai immediately took out a bunch of small snacks that Yue Ling bought from the ring, and took out two jars of northern Xinjiang spirits, ready to listen to the story with great interest.

This is the gossip of Lianshan, the best of the real kings, so you must listen carefully.

Before listening to the story, Wang Huai leaned close to Yue Ling's ear and asked in a low voice, "Did you find out too?"

"Well, it's almost time to think about it. We are probably trapped by some strange thing, but we don't know whether it is an illusion or turned into a cause."

"You know a lot."

"Is my father Lianshan? Looking at the current situation, the woman just now must be my mother. Hey, my mother is really as beautiful as me."

"But you are thick-skinned and no one followed."

"Shut up. The matter of turning fruit into a cause, Xianmeng has experienced it before, so we must be cautious. If we are not careful, it may involve terrible troubles, and even make me disappear completely."

"How troublesome?"

"I don't know. The Immortal Alliance only calculated that there is a change from the result to the cause through a special method, but they don't know what has been changed."

Nodding his head, Wang Huai expressed his understanding.

This is the horror of turning effect into cause.

You can only know that the past has been interfered with, but you don't know who interfered and what interfered.

This feeling is enough to drive people crazy.

After whispering, Wang Huai looked at Lian Shan and said, "Okay, you can start now."

Lian Shan sat down cross-legged, drank the Beijiang strong wine handed over by Wang Huai, scratched his head and said, "It's not that complicated, I'm Momen, she's Xianmeng, everyone's strength is about the same, so it's easy to meet." Let's fight. Fight and fight, won't this feeling be born?"

"Who was the first to reveal his heart?" Yue Ling asked excitedly.

"Me! You can't be too motherly. Once I was injured, she chased me for three days and three nights, and then I sold a loophole to kill her. When she asked me to kill her, I simply said gone."

"So that's what you meant when you said my mother chased you for three days and three nights." Yue Ling said in a low voice.

"What did you say!" Lian Shan asked loudly.

"It's okay, you continue."

Although it was a little uncomfortable to be interrupted, Lian Shan felt a rare sense of intimacy when he saw Yue Ling, as if seeing his relatives, which made him very difficult to get angry.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Lian Shan said reminiscently, "At that time, she was crying."

"Being confessed by your appearance, she really has to cry." Yue Ling gnawed on the dried sweet potatoes and said.

Lian Shan gave Yue Ling a dissatisfied look: "She said she also liked me for a long time."

"This vision is not good, let's look back at the doctor."

"You're never finished, don't talk like this again!"

"Go ahead, I'll try to keep my mouth shut."

Lian Shan sat down again angrily, and continued: "We just fought like this, and we fought for almost ten years. I don't know how the Xianmeng divides the realm, I just know that the stronger I fight, the stronger she is. Same. Before she knew it, she had the nickname of 'White Sword Immortal', and I also had the nickname of 'Blue-faced Rakshasa'."

Wang Huai thought about what Lian Shan said, and then from the history of the Xianmeng he had read, he remembered that there was indeed a war between the Demon Gate and the Xianmeng in the southern part of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which was the land of Nanman at that time.

This war took place in the last ten years of the first emperor's reign. The Momen and the Xianmeng fought over the ownership of Pangu wood.

However, in order to prevent the Buddhist sect from taking advantage of the emptiness, the Xianmeng and the Demonic Sect agreed to hold it outside the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty within a ten-year limit.

Each of them sent a hundred imperial monks, and they were not allowed to provide any support after that.

In the end, whichever party completely destroys the other party, or the other party surrenders collectively, or after the ten-year period expires, the one with the most survivors will be the winner, and the corresponding organization will get the ownership of the Pangu wood.

In this battle, the two sides use the Dragon Qi as a witness, and they must not go back on their word, and they must not be held accountable or retaliated afterwards.

Each of the disciples sent was an elite of the sect, shouldering the heavy responsibility of the sect, so each of them was armed to the teeth.

The war was full of gunpowder from the very beginning, and the fighting happened every day, but the hatred was limited to these 200 people to prevent the hatred from spreading further.

Since it was stipulated that they could no longer get support from the Immortal League and the Demon Gate, they quickly understood the meaning and began to recruit all kinds of strange people from the local area to join the battle, burning the flames of war to the entire area.

Ten years of war has directly destroyed the local residents.

After the current emperor came to power, it happened to be the end of the war.

Because the local residents have almost disappeared, today today he has obtained a large area of ​​territory without any effort, which has become his first achievement after ascension to the throne.

Linking the two things together, Wang Huai couldn't help but feel that in terms of insidiousness, it still depends on the royal family.

It's just that as a witness once, I used the two knives of Xianmeng and Momen to clean up the residents in the target, and my hands were spotless, without any blood.

And this is still a conspiracy, even if Xianmeng and Momen know the intention of the late emperor, but for the sake of Pan Gumu, they still have to jump in obediently.

His hero, my enemy.

In the eyes of Da Zhou, such a former emperor is naturally a generation of Mingjun, but in the land of the Southern Man, these people are all executioners.

After understanding this period of history, Wang Huai naturally knew Lianshan's current identity.

Outstanding strength, but know nothing about the practice system.

He himself and his tribe should be the natives of the Southern Barbarian land, and after being recruited by the Demon Sect, they became the Taoist soldiers of the Demon Sect.

However, Lian Shan is really a genius in heaven to be able to tie with a cultivator in the mana realm just by fighting alone.

Then the creatures in the rainforest turned into monsters, but they didn't devour each other, and the reason could be found, that is, the magic gate used special methods to curb the demonic nature of the monsters, and thus became their own war weapons.

Even now, that influence still exists, still interfering with the local ecology.

It can be seen that even in the Dharma-ending era, monks without restraint still have extraordinary power.

Dragon Qi is a kind of restraint for monks, but for mortals, it is the patron saint who protects themselves.

Although Wang Huai is a monk, but his ass is sitting on the mortal's side, so he will naturally give Long Qi a thumbs up.

After clarifying his thoughts, Wang Huai finally knew what he should do.

Let Lianshan live and let himself live.

The three murals should correspond to three different histories, that is, three different periods of turning fruit into cause.

Only by letting Lian Shan and Yue Ling's mother survive to the end in the three stages of history, can the future of Yue Ling's birth be successfully drawn.

Standing up, Wang Huai said to Lian Shan, "Lian Shan, do you want to practice martial arts?"

"Is it the technique you used to melt my fist? I'm not interested." Lian Shan said with his ears open, "Let's go eat meat. What are you doing learning that thing? It's tiring."

Seeing that Lian Shan was not interested, Wang Huai knew that Lian Shan was used to fighting by instinct, and was not interested in martial arts skills.

For this kind of person, it is necessary to let the other party know how strong he can become after practicing martial arts.

Stretching out his hand to Lian Shan, Wang Huai said, "Relax, hold my hand."

"Why!"

Although he didn't understand, Lian Shan still held Wang Huai's hand obediently, and looked at Wang Huai suspiciously.

But the next moment, he realized something was wrong.

Wang Huai held his index finger with almost no effort and no mana, but Lian Shan felt that all the joints in his body were out of control and all locked up.

With all his strength, Lian Shan's muscles swelled crazily, and the bones and joints made a sound that made teeth sour.

But after exhausting all his strength, he found that he couldn't free himself from this grip.

Letting go of his hand, Wang Huai watched Lian Shan fall to the ground covered in sweat, his eyes quickly transformed from the shock at the beginning to the innocence of seeing a novelty toy.

Jumping forward, he raised Wang Huai with both hands, and shouted excitedly

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: "Teach me! Teach me!"

"It's okay to teach you, but first answer my question, why do you practice martial arts?"

"Become stronger!"

"What about after becoming stronger?"

"Live!"

"What about after living?"

"...I don't know. Wait, if I say I don't know, you won't stop teaching me?"

"No." Wang Huai shook his head, "I will still teach. You don't need to give an answer to this question right away, but just let you think about it and consider your goal after living. This is your stone, when your stone blooms , is when you understand the true meaning of martial arts. Come on, let's start from the basics. First, seal your mana. Don't know how to seal it? Also, you open the gate of heaven and become a land god by instinct. It's normal not to know. I'll help you. You can untie it anytime, but not for at least a month."

With Wang Huai's assistance to seal his mana, Lian Shan felt that his strength suddenly dropped a lot, and his body, which could hardly feel the weight, became heavy.

After moving his body, Lian Shan asked, "Okay, I won't untie it. What about after that?"

"Of course I'll beat you up afterwards! Frankly speaking, I've wanted to beat you up for a long time since you sent us to this place!"

Wang Huai, the king with a small stomach and small intestines, is the one who will get revenge.

Countless fists fell, and directly beat Lian Shan, who had no magic power to protect his nose and face, and felt the mystery of martial arts with his body.

Uncle Duan's devil training method was used by Wang Huai on Lian Shan.

This beating was soul-stirring and mighty, making Wang Huai very addicted.

Yue Ling on the side gnawed dried sweet potatoes and watched Wang Huai beat up his father violently. For a while, he didn't know whether Wang Huai was seriously training his father or venting his anger.

But seeing his father being beaten miserably, Yue Ling felt the need to say a few words.

"Wang Huai, don't hit your lower body, or you will hurt me."

Lian Shan, who was subjected to painful training, spent nine hours a day in the process of being repeatedly beaten.

He felt that he had become a piece of rotten flesh, being rubbed and kneaded constantly by people every day, and almost no bone in his body was intact.

Every time he felt that he was going to be beaten to death, Wang Huai would take out the elixir from the Najie and force-feed it to Lianshan, so that he would continue to beat him after returning to normal.

He also thought about running away, but he couldn't escape the pursuit of Yue Ling's bronze sword because his mana was sealed. After that, he was brought back by Wang Huai and beaten twice.

The only rest time in the day is the time to sleep.

But even when he was sleeping, he couldn't find peace.

Wang Huai would explain the application of mana and the precautions of mana in his ears, until he could recite it all the way.

Even the meeting with the sword fairy in white was forbidden, and he could only watch the fairy in the sky leave lonely when he was beaten to pieces, and his heart was bleeding.

And Lianshan's progress also surprised Wang Huai.

In just one month, Lian Shan beat Wang Huai, no, he absorbed all the martial arts taught in the past.

He is like a sponge, continuously inhaling the martial arts that have been hit on his body, mastering them, and even bringing forth new ones, and found his own martial arts.

If Wang Huai hadn't already understood the true meaning of martial arts, then Wang Huai felt that he could only compete with the current Lianshan.

Finally, Wang Huai felt that the time was almost up.

Lian Shan, who was called to the open space, looked at Wang Huai with complicated emotions.

During this month, his heart went from agitation at the beginning, to anger, to bewilderment, to hatred, and now to calmness.

Bowing his hands to Wang Huai, Lian Shan asked plainly, "How are you going to hit me today?"

"You don't need to fight anymore, you can unlock the seal. But I'm also quite surprised. You have already started using mana. It's not difficult to unlock your own seal, but you haven't unlocked it."

"Man, it's a month, just one month." Lian Shan straightened his chest and said.

"Very well, let's untie it then."

According to what Wang Huai taught before, Lian Shan unlocked the seal.

The thick mana gushed out crazily, like a vast ocean, quickly enveloping the mountains.

The excess mana even turned into a golden light that soared into the sky, shining like a beacon between heaven and earth.

After clenching his fists, Lian Shan found that his martial arts and mana were integrated in his body, which could be as fierce as a dragon and lubricated as flowing water.

The mana that can be freely controlled can double the power of the martial arts he has learned, making his strength change drastically.

"Break the void, and the Martial God is reborn. As long as you understand the true meaning of martial arts, you will be a real Martial God, and it will not be a problem to overwhelm all the cultivators in the mana realm." Wang Huai said with a smile, "Congratulations, you can beat me now."

Lian Shan, who was immersed in power, came back to his senses and looked at Wang Huai in front of him.

The beatings he had endured in the past month emerged before his eyes, igniting the anger in his heart.

But immediately, the anger was extinguished, replaced by deep gratitude.

Imitating the members of the Immortal League, he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, brother."