8mi Chapter 95 Martial Arts Intent, that was the Martial Arts Intent just now!
Chapter 95 Martial Arts Intent, that was the Martial Arts Intent just now!
Chapter 95 Martial Arts Intent, that was the Martial Arts Intent just now!
Liangzhou City, East District.
In a small courtyard belonging to the families of the martial arts hall disciples, a table was already laden with delicious dishes, their aroma filling the air.
Wang Yumei placed a bowl of fish soup down and called into the room with a smile, "Xiao Zheng, stop cultivating and eat."
"Time to eat! Time to eat!"
A small figure darted out of the room; it was a chubby, adorable little child, about five or six years old, with delicate features. It was Mo Qiu.
More than three years have passed since I arrived in Liangzhou City. The toddler who used to need to be carried has grown into a child.
He was in a hurry to get chopsticks from the table, but he wasn't tall enough to climb onto the stool.
Seeing this, Wang Yumei gently tapped her son's forehead and said, "That's rude. Wait for your second uncle to come and eat."
But he still gently lifted Mochu and placed him on the stool.
Mo Zheng came out at this moment. He looked at Mo Qiu, who had grown much bigger, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Time flies. Back then, Mo Qiu could hardly walk, but now he can run around happily everywhere.
My sister-in-law has changed a lot too.
These three years of pampered life have given Wang Yumei an even more refined air. Her figure has become more voluptuous, and she exudes the charm of a mature young woman; she is like a ripe peach; beautiful, elegant, and captivating.
There were even sons of officials from the surrounding area who secretly inquired about her background, assuming she was a widow living at home. They hired matchmakers to propose marriage, and this went on for more than a year or two, which was both laughable and pathetic.
However, with Mo Zheng's background as a disciple of the Martial Arts Hall, these issues were easily resolved.
However, Mo Zheng himself also avoided suspicion, since his widowed sister-in-law lived alone and had a child. He would only go home for a meal every three to five days, leave some money, and then return to the martial arts hall.
Fortunately, the distance was only ten miles, and riding the black-scaled horse, they arrived in no time, so it didn't delay their cultivation too much.
"Sister-in-law, Qiu'er."
Mo Zheng looked at Wang Yumei setting out the bowls and chopsticks, then sat down and praised, "It smells so good, sister-in-law, your cooking is excellent."
"But sister-in-law, you shouldn't do these small things anymore. I'll hire two maids to save you the trouble."
"We didn't need any maids. Back when your older brother and Xiaotian were alive, this whole family hardly ever needed maids."
.
Wang Yumei laughed and shook her head in refusal, saying, "Besides, I have nothing to do all day except take care of Qiu'er. Doing some housework can help pass the time and keep me from getting bored."
"Here, have a taste, it won't taste good if it gets cold."
Seeing this, Mo Zheng didn't try to persuade her anymore. He had said it many times before, but Wang Yumei always refused.
Back in Shangyin County, my sister-in-law was used to taking care of the children, looking after them, and running the restaurant. Now that she lives in Liangzhou City, she doesn't have many friends and is quite bored. Fortunately, she still has Qiu'er to keep her company.
"I wonder how your older brother and Xiaotian are doing these days." Wang Yumei picked up her rice bowl and suddenly sighed softly, her voice filled with uncontrollable longing.
Mo Zheng's heart sank, and the scene of the three brothers together involuntarily surfaced in his mind. He looked at Wang Yumei and saw that Wang Yumei's beautiful eyes were staring straight at him, and the hope and longing in her eyes were almost tangible.
How could he not understand his sister-in-law's feelings?
However, with his current cultivation level, it is not enough to support him to go to the Great Qian Dynasty.
Thinking of this, Mo Zheng fell silent.
The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly turned cold.
"Mom, I want this, quick, braised pork."
Little Mochu stretched out his short little hands, trying to reach for the braised pork, but couldn't reach it at all, and immediately shouted.
This broke the silence at the dinner table.
Wang Yumei put a few pieces into Mo Qiu's bowl and laughed, "You little rascal, you look just like your deadbeat father when you're being greedy. Eat up."
Mo Zheng looked at the adorable Mo Qiu and laughed. He said, "Sister-in-law, Qiu'er is old enough to start learning to read and write. How about I ask someone to find him a good private school?"
"That would be perfect. I had thought about it before, but I didn't mention it because you've been so busy lately."
Wang Yumei smiled and agreed. Although martial arts were flourishing in this world, reading and writing were still a good way out, since not everyone had the opportunity to become a powerful martial artist.
Moreover, even martial artists need to be literate to practice martial arts; otherwise, they will find it difficult to understand the meaning of the techniques.
"Okay, I'll go find someone tomorrow."
Mo Zheng has indeed been busy these days. There are only seven days left until the opening of the Haotian Secret Realm, and the qualification assessment conference will be held in three days. He has been immersed in the cultivation of martial arts intent, and has returned to visit Mo Qiu and Wang Yumei much less often.
The two continued their conversation about Mo Qiu's education, deliberately avoiding the topics of Mo Danian and Mo Xiaotian, which made the atmosphere in the courtyard much more cheerful.
Mochu, engrossed in his food, was completely unaware that his happy time of free play was about to end and that he would have to go to a private school to learn to read. He continued to eat, his cheeks bulging.
After dinner, Mo Zheng helped clear the dishes and played with Mo Qiu for a while before saying goodbye to Wang Yumei and leaving.
Wang Yumei saw Mo Zheng to the door and said, "The night road is difficult to travel, Xiao Zheng, be careful and go back to rest early."
"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I can still see even in the dark."
Martial artists who have reached the Bone and Tendon Realm are already able to see in the dark, not to mention Mo Zheng's current mental power, which can cover a radius of thirty feet and control all movements.
He paused for a moment, then said, "There have been some matters at the Martial Arts Hall lately, so I'm afraid I won't be able to go home. Sister-in-law, you don't need to worry, just take good care of Qiu'er."
As he spoke, he took out a 10,000 tael silver note and handed it over.
"There's still plenty at home, what's the point of giving so much money? You need to spend money to cultivate martial arts too." Wang Yumei refused to accept it.
"Take it, this time it might take a while."
Mo Zheng handed the item to Wang Yumei, then suddenly laughed and said, "Maybe in a few months, I'll be able to take you and Qiu'er to find our elder brother."
"Yes, it's late, but it won't be more than a year or two later."
There are many opportunities within the Haotian Secret Realm.
Who knows, once he goes in, he might get a lucky break and completely master the Gale Sword Intent.
Even if he gains nothing, Mo Zheng is confident that he will understand it within the next year or two.
With the cultivation of a master of the Visceral Realm, there is nowhere in this vast world that one cannot go.
"real?"
Wang Yumei immediately became happy, her beautiful face filled with joy.
However, she hesitated for a moment and then said, "Xiao Zheng, your sister-in-law knows your difficulties. Cultivating martial arts is not easy. You don't need to push yourself too hard. It's okay if it's a few years later."
"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I know what I'm doing." Mo Zheng paused for a moment and said, "In short, first find Qiu'er a private school to study in. If I don't come back in the next few months, and if you need anything, you can go to the martial arts hall to find senior brothers Zhao Tong and Wang Yuan."
"I understand. You must take good care of yourself. Don't make things too difficult for yourself. If you need to run, then run. Be careful," Wang Yumei instructed.
She only had two relatives, Mo Qiu and Mo Zheng, and since Mo Qiu was still young, she could only rely on Mo Zheng.
Mo Zheng laughed, cupped his hands in greeting to Wang Yumei, and then mounted his horse.
The black-scaled horse carried its master slowly towards the outskirts of the city.
A cool evening breeze swept over me.
Mo Zheng's mind flashed back to the scene in Shangyin County.
He has been in this world for more than four years. Except for the first year, he has spent the rest of his time in Liangzhou.
However, the year or so he spent in Shangyin County was the happiest time of his life.
Although he was weak, he had an older brother and sister-in-law who were above him, so he didn't have to worry about anything. He also had a younger brother and Qiu'er below him, and his family was reunited.
At that time, he had not awakened his mental power, nor was he a high-ranking disciple of the Martial Arts Hall, but he was extremely happy.
On the contrary, during the three years he spent at the Martial Arts Hall, apart from the time when he first became a disciple and felt happy thinking about helping his family and making his brother and sister-in-law less tired, he felt very tired during the remaining three years, even though his martial arts skills improved by leaps and bounds.
I'm so tired.
My older brother and Xiao Tian said they were going to Daqian, but they don't know what the situation will be like on the way, or whether it will be safe or not.
There hasn't been a single letter in three years.
The family was separated in two places, although it was for safety reasons. But every time Mo Zheng came back, he could sense his sister-in-law's worries. These three years had been very difficult for her.
Qiu'er has grown up and become more sensible, and she will ask about her older brother's situation.
Mo Zheng felt somewhat powerless.
No matter how talented he is, martial arts training still takes time.
But when he has truly cultivated to the point where he can go and find his elder brother and younger brother, will he definitely be able to find them?
The journey to the Great Qian Dynasty is fraught with peril, involving crossing countless countries and facing numerous dangers, including lurking monsters and unpredictable human nature.
Mo Zheng didn't even dare to think about how he would bear it if something happened to his eldest brother and third brother, or how his sister-in-law and Qiu'er would bear it.
"We must find our eldest brother and third brother—"
He thought silently, his belief unwavering.
What is the purpose of practicing martial arts?
Strengthening oneself is precisely for the purpose of controlling one's own destiny and protecting the safety of those around one.
In the evening breeze, Mo Zheng rode along aimlessly, his mind lost in memories.
He exuded an inexplicable aura, melancholic and desolate, which strangely resonated with the cool night of early spring.
In the distance, the man and the horse seemed to transform into the wind, merging together with this world.
Until the moment he solidified his belief, his entire demeanor changed.
As if a dusty bronze mirror had been wiped clean, or a rusty weapon had revealed its cold gleam, a sudden gust of wind swept across the world.
The wind carried a sharp, piercing chill, whipping up countless specks of dust.
The strong wind bent the grass and trees, and made the branches and leaves of the big trees sway.
Wherever Mo Zheng went, the wind blew with him.
He fell into a very strange state.
He felt very light, as if he had truly turned into a gust of wind, about to drift away at any moment, or as if he were dreaming, with reality and fantasy intertwined.
But he felt very comfortable.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth, accompanied by the strong wind, slowly flowed into his body, causing his internal energy to circulate spontaneously, tempering his muscles and bones, and improving his internal strength level.
I don't know how long this state lasted; it seemed like the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, or it seemed like many, many days.
Suddenly, he heard several deep shouts in his ears: "Who's playing tricks!"
"Get out of my way! How dare you block my Fuwei Escort Agency's caravan!"
"Who are you to rob our goods?!"
Ok?
Mo Zheng snapped out of his dreamlike state, his consciousness returning to reality, and the raging wind immediately subsided.
What happened?
He was somewhat puzzled, yet he sensed that something was wrong with him.
My blood and internal energy seem to have increased significantly, and my physical condition is better than ever before.
That's not all. He suddenly realized that the Gale Sword Intent, which he had only vaguely grasped before, had now made great progress.
It's as if he could turn into a whirlwind with just a thought!
"Is it just my imagination?"
Mo Zheng subconsciously reached for the hilt of the sword.
-
Meanwhile, the group of镖头 (bodyguards/escorts) on the other side, who called themselves the Fuwei Escort Agency, tensed up as they watched the knight on the black-scaled horse try to draw his sword, and placed their palms on their blades.
Escorting goods is not safe; along the way, there are monsters and bandits.
The former can be avoided if the path is familiar, but for the latter, it's hard to say.
Not a single镖头 (bodyguard/escort leader) underestimated the other party just because he was alone on horseback.
A powerful martial artist could easily wipe out not only a single escort team, but the entire Fuwei Escort Agency.
"Friend, let's talk things over!"
Young镖头 Lin Yuantu shouted loudly, "Please state your name! Why resort to knives—huh?!"
Before he could finish speaking, a sword flashed from its sheath.
In an instant, a chilling atmosphere filled the air!
The man and his horse vanished without a trace, leaving only a gust of wind, a howling gale that swept across the heavens and earth!
The gale contained an inexplicable power, causing every镖师 (bodyguard/escort) who saw it to involuntarily feel a sense of powerless fear.
Buzzing—buzzing—buzzing—buzzing—
The weapons they held groaned, and all of their weapons trembled incessantly, as if they were afraid of a gust of wind!
A gust of wind swept past their ranks, and Lin Yuantu felt countless sword lights brushing past his body. The coldness and chill made his hair stand on end, and he trembled all over, almost kneeling on the ground.
This feeling wasn't unique to him; it was shared by all the bodyguards in the escort team.
hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss —
A series of subtle noises were heard, and it was seen that the ropes on all the caravans had broken, and sword marks had appeared on the wooden boxes.
No, not only the caravan, but also the ground, the stones, even a leaf or a blade of grass, were all sliced in two as if by a sword, leaving behind sword marks.
The strong wind swept through and quickly disappeared into the distance, leaving no trace.
That intimidating sense of oppression and piercing sharpness also vanished without a trace.
However, when everyone in the escort agency came to their senses, they were dumbfounded. The knight who had blocked their way and drawn his sword had vanished along with the disappearance of the whirlwind, as if what had just happened was an illusion.
"A ghost! It's a ghost!"
"Yes, it must be a ghost! It actually turned into a gust of wind!"
The镖头 (bodyguards) discussed among themselves, thinking they had encountered a ghost on the road, but Lin Yuantu alone was unconvinced and inwardly terrified.
That was the essence of martial arts!
He had once, by sheer chance, witnessed a master of the Visceral Realm making a move and demonstrating the essence of martial arts.
Just like that knight from before, he merged into the world, disappearing without a trace, yet possessing the power to control the might of heaven and earth!
These sword marks are the evidence.
Fortunately, the other party wasn't after the caravan.
Lin Yuantu breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at the wrecked caravans and ropes, he involuntarily tightened his grip on the longsword.
It's unknown when he will be able to possess such power to control the heavens and earth.
>