Modern Immortality: My Gain Takes Effect A Hundred Times

Seeing Zhao Wumian moving, Taoist Kongtian could tell that his skills were no less than those of his fellow Taoist when he was twenty years old.

"What a genius. It seems that a small family cannot trap him."

Taoist Kongtian breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably. In this way, his mantle can also be passed on.

But before that, Zhao Wumian still has to understand the Mohist inheritance thoroughly and have his own understanding.

Otherwise, if the Taiqing Xuandu Jue, which is equally profound, is given to Zhao Wumian, it would be harming Zhao Wumian.

"My little friend is really a genius. Do you want to listen to me tell you something?"

Taoist Kongtian praised Zhao Wumian for his understanding of Mohist Kung Fu, and then told Zhao Wumian the story of himself and the last Mohist giant.

Taoist Kongtian's tone was sighing, and he slowly told the story about himself and the last giant of the Mohist family.

The last giant of the Mohist family grew up with Kongtian Taoist. One of them worshiped the master of Xuandu Temple as his teacher, and the other inherited the inheritance and will of the Mohist family.

In the dusty years, these two legendary figures were like the north and south poles, each looking for their own way out in Taoism and Moyi.

The giant of the Mohist family, named Yan Changfeng, was dressed in a black robe, looking like Mo Rufeng.

He inherited the mysterious skills and fearless beliefs of the Mohists, and his existence is proof of the existence of the Mohists.

The Kongtian Taoist, wearing a white cloud Taoist robe, cultivates the secrets of heaven and earth based on Taoism.

The two of them are like two mountain peaks. Although they do not meet each other, they look at each other in the sea of ​​clouds.

Yan Changfeng was adopted by the former tycoon of the Mohist family when he was young. He was familiar with Mohist classics and was well versed in Mohist techniques. Although he was in the Mohist family, he always felt lonely.

Until he met the equally lonely Taoist Kong Tian, ​​the two hit it off and became more and more close.

The two of them comforted each other and grew up together in the world. Yan Changfeng gradually improved his strength by referring to Mohist techniques and Taoism.

They quickly grew up together and learned the classics of their respective sects. They met their opponents in chess and often competed equally.

When Yan Changfeng encountered a bottleneck, he chose to make breakthroughs in the Mohist Kusi Cliff.

Yan Changfeng concentrated on interpreting the classic inscriptions of the Mohist family. His fingers gently slid over each inscription, as if he could feel the passage of time.

In the inscriptions, he saw the wisdom of Mohism and the philosophy of Taoism.

Yan Changfeng closed his eyes, as if he could feel the perfect fusion of Mohist and Taoist techniques.

Yan Changfeng finally succeeded in breaking through to the Danjin Grandmaster, while Kongtian Taoist was more talented and had no bottlenecks and also broke through to the Danjin Grandmaster.

Then the two began to travel through mountains and rivers. Many interesting things happened on the way, and the bond between the two became deeper and deeper.

Although their road is tortuous and difficult, they have faith, perseverance, and each other. They will continue to find their own path in the world, using the wisdom and power of Mohism and Taoism to bring new hope to the martial arts world.

The story of Yan Changfeng and Kongtian Taoist spread like this in the martial arts world.

Their names, their wisdom, and their paths have all become the goals that warriors yearn for.

Just when the two were famous all over the world, Taoist Kongtian chose to return to Xuandu Temple to settle down, while Yan Changfeng chose to recruit many disciples.

He wants to pass on the family and carry it forward.

Just when the two of them were at their peak, the country's gate was suddenly opened.

In order to protect the great rivers and mountains of the motherland and to realize the righteousness in his heart, Changfeng resolutely decided to go to the battlefield.

At the same time, he sent a letter inviting Taoist Kongtian to go with him, and Taoist Kongtian readily agreed. How could Xiao Xiao be so presumptuous in the majestic land of Kyushu?

In the hustle and bustle of the world, the names of Yan Changfeng and Kongtian Taoist are like two bright stars, illuminating this ancient land.

They inherited the loyalty of Mohism and Taoism respectively, and became legendary figures admired by everyone.

The two of them became heroes because of this, but just when the situation was great.

Yan Changfeng and his disciples were ambushed. Although they wiped out all the enemies, Yan Changfeng's disciples were all wiped out and he himself was seriously injured.

Yan Changfeng looked at everything in front of him painfully, his heart filled with grief and endless regret.

He felt guilty for his recklessness and proud of his disciples.

These young disciples bravely stepped onto the battlefield and used their lives to fight for their country and their homeland.

Their sacrifice is an honor and their names will always be engraved in people's hearts.

Yan Changfeng stood silently on the battlefield, his figure looking particularly lonely in the sunset.

Taoist Kongtian's eyes flashed with the light of reminiscence, and he said: "Back then, I fought bloody battles on the battlefield with the last Mohist giant. He single-handedly saved countless lives for a long time.

"At that time, he was everyone's hero and a role model in my heart."

"Unfortunately, he became a dying man in a battle, and all that was left was his spirit and the Mohist mission.

He was silent for a moment, as if missing his brave and fearless partner.

The Mohist giant was seriously injured and wrote countless Mohist classics, and then he was full of ambitions to heal the world.

He entrusted these Mohist classics to Kongtian Taoist who grew up with him.

Taoist Kongtian took these classics and burst into tears. He understood that these were his friends and brothers, the last entrustment of the Mohist giant before his death.

He promised that he would pass on these classics and let more people understand the wisdom of Mohism.

It's just that I haven't found a suitable candidate for so many years, so I have been delayed.

Then, Taoist Kongtian looked at Zhao Wumian, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes.

"Although I also fought on the battlefield, I did not practice Mohist Kung Fu. It's not that I don't agree with the Mohist philosophy, but that I have my own responsibilities and mission."

Zhao Wumian asked curiously: "Then why don't you practice Mohist Kung Fu?"

Taoist Kongtian smiled and shook his head, "After all, I am the master of Xuandu Temple. As the only descendant of Xuandu Temple, I can't do that."

Taoist Kongtian sighed, and then continued.

"So I can only keep the inheritance of the Hei family silently for future generations."

Zhao Wumian was shocked. This sentence seemed to contain deep meaning. He suddenly felt that this seemingly careless Taoist Kongtian might have strength and wisdom far beyond his imagination.

Taoist Kongtian continued: "Although I don't have any martial arts, I always remember the spirit of the Mohist family. Wumian, you have to remember that the true meaning of the Mohist family is not the martial arts, but the spirit of selfless dedication and protecting the common people. "

Zhao Wumian was fascinated by what he heard, as if he saw a whole new world unfolding before his eyes. His heart was filled with expectations for the future and admiration for the Mohist family.

It was late at night, and the story told by Kongtian Taoist also came to an end. He looked at Zhao Wumian as if he was seeing a new generation of Mohist heirs.

His heart was full of expectations and hopes, but also filled with deep worries.

Because he knows that Zhao Wumian has a bright future.

He also firmly believes that handing over the inheritance to Zhao Wumian must be the most correct decision he has made in this period of time.

After Zhao Wumian got dressed, Taoist Kongtian was ready to lead Zhao Wumian to Kusi Cliff.

At this moment, Zhao Qi happened to break through the layers of black fog and came to Ranqingchi.

Looking at Zhao Wumian and Zhao Jiu in front of them, they were a little excited, but they tried their best to restrain themselves.

"My little friend, you might as well ask them to wait in Xuandu Hall. There is tea and some fruits there. I will take you to a place first."

Taoist Kongtian fumbled with his beard and gave some advice.

"Okay, then it's up to you."

I had just received the benefit from someone else, and it was also on someone else's territory. It was inconvenient for Zhao Liu and the others to follow him around.

So Zhao Wumian nodded and agreed to Taoist Kongtian's arrangement.

Zhao Qi got the order and took Zhao Jiu down together.

Taoist Kongtian first restored the Ranqing Pool to the appearance of a clear pool, and then led the way, preparing to take Zhao Wumian to Kusi Cliff.

Zhao Wumian followed behind him silently, and at the same time, he was constantly converting the skills he had learned, and saw that the special effects were as handsome as he imagined.

He also became more interested in the rest of the Mohist inheritance.

Gradually passing through buildings with Taoist characteristics, the front suddenly became empty.

After passing several mountains, we passed the sign and embarked on a road called Mingsi.

Zhao Wumian looked carefully and found that the shape and structure of the road clearly reflected the Mohist ideas.

This road is straight and wide, leading directly from one end of Xuandu Temple to a hazy mountain. The design is simple and grand, reminiscent of the "simplicity" and "practicality" pursued by the Mohists.

The buildings on both sides of the road are also mainly simple and practical, without excessive decoration, emphasizing functionality and practicality.

On both sides of the road, there are various facilities, such as stone benches, trash cans, etc., all made of natural materials, such as stone, wood, etc., which have not been over-processed, and also reflect the Mohist idea of ​​respecting Nature, reduce damage to nature.

On the road, the Mohist symbol—a black flying bird—can be seen everywhere.

This sign appears on public facilities and street lights, symbolizing the Mohist spirit of freedom, equality and non-hierarchy.

Zhao Wumian felt the influence of Mohist thought here, and also showed the vitality of Mohist culture.

The road ends literally at a cliff, which feels like a majestic end to nature while also symbolizing the possibility of a new beginning.

The height of the cliff is very high, rising vertically from the ground, forming a natural barrier that separates the end of the road from the unknown distance.

The color of the cliff is slightly different from the surrounding rocks, showing a deep dark red, which may be formed by years of wind and rain erosion.

At the end of the road, there is indeed a steep plank road leading straight to the cliff.

This plank road winds and twists all the way to the bottom of the cliff, giving people a dangerous and spectacular feeling.

The plank road is approximately wide enough for two people to walk side by side, with cliffs on one side and deep valleys on the other.

It is paved with wooden boards and supported by sturdy brackets underneath to ensure the safety of pedestrians.

Walking on the plank road, you can overlook the entire Mohist stronghold and enjoy the magnificent scenery of the cliff.

It's just a pity for Zhao Wumian that there are no more righteous Mohists in this stronghold.

Viewed from here, the stronghold looks very peaceful and beautiful.

At the same time, the natural environment around the plank road is also very beautiful, with dense woods and clear streams.

Zhao Wumian followed Taoist Kongtian to the edge of the cliff, and saw three red ministers at the end of the plank road.

"wKusiya."

"Little friend, I won't go there. In the cave of Kusi Cliff, there is an organ building, which is full of Mohist classics."

When Taoist Kongtian came here, he would think of his lost friend, so he decided to let Zhao Wumian realize it on his own.

Don't worry about losing your temper, or because Zhao Wumian is too talented, you can't help but teach him Tai Qingxuan Jue directly.

"Okay Master, thank you for your guidance. I will definitely not let the Hei family's inheritance be shamed."

Zhao Wumian replied firmly.

Seeing this, Taoist Kongtian patted Zhao Wumian on the shoulder.

) to show encouragement, and then disappeared on the edge of the cliff with a few leaps.

"Don't I know that you won't bring shame to the Mo family? With your talent, my good buddy will be alive and he will jump for joy.

Taoist Kongtian was just afraid that he would regret it, or maybe he felt the gaze of his good brother, so he chose to withdraw and leave time to Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian stepped onto the plank road, and the first thing that greeted Zhao Wumian was an empty valley bottom.

Zhao Wumian looked down at the boardwalk under his feet. Every board was closely connected with the rocks of the cliff, as if it was the lifeline of the cliff.

Zhao Wumian can only move forward along this road. I don't know why, with Zhao Wumian's current state, he is still a little nervous.

The plank road bifurcates halfway, one leads to the bottom of the cliff, and the other leads to a small path.

This path is more winding and narrower, as if it is a barrier specially set by nature to test people's courage.

Zhao Wumian came from the Kusi Cliff at the top, so he naturally chose to continue along the plank road.

The boardwalk weaves between rocks, and every turn may make ordinary people break out in a cold sweat.

But Zhao Wumian didn't even think about grabbing the railing of the plank road. The wind blew under his feet, and his speed became faster and faster.

Zhao Wumian started climbing at a high speed.

The plank road is in the middle of the cliff. As the height rises, Zhao Wumian's field of vision becomes wider and wider. He can even overlook the Xuandu Temple in the distance and the mountains in the distance.

and blue sky.

However, this beautiful scenery did not stop Zhao Wumian, but he climbed faster towards Kusi Cliff.

The plank road finally came to an end.

Zhao Wumian finally crossed the plank road and successfully reached the cave of Kusi Cliff. .