Purple Martial Arts?

Monk Kongjue was shocked, then calmed down again and said slowly: "Is the senior brother talking about the purple martial arts technique created by Changle of Anyang?"

Sima Yuanji said: "Yes, it's the one created by Changle. He advocated martial arts all his life and was stunning in talent. He created the method of unity of Taoism and martial arts at a young age. Among our Maoshan dynasties, he is probably the first person, and even our masters highly appreciate this."

Sima Yuanji's eyes showed a profound look, as if recalling the past, and said softly: "When he was about to go to the Gobi Desert, he suddenly told me that he didn't know when he would come back here. If something unexpected happened, his unique skills in this life would be cut off, so I want me to keep the Purple Martial Arts for him."

"But at that time he was already the best in the world. Even the leader of the Xueya Sect, Tian Tang, was defeated by him. It can be said that there is no one in the world who can defeat him. Although I was worried about his nature at that time, I was also happy and proud of his amazing cultivation. I didn't think he would have any danger."

"But at that time he looked very tired and his tone was firm. He must let me leave the Purple Martial Arts. If he didn't come back, I asked me to find a suitable disciple to pass it on to him in the future. At that time, I didn't notice anything unusual. I thought he was just talking casually, so I kept his Purple Martial Arts. Unexpectedly, his words came true. He never appeared again after he went to the Gobi Desert. Now, thinking about it, did he feel something wrong at that time? But why did he still go?"

Monk Kongjue sighed: "I was fortunate to have met several times with Anyang Changle. I am foolish about it. Although he is the best in martial arts in the world, he is enough to look down on the past and present. He is never arrogant and is casual and free, and is very comfortable. Does the senior brother have any misunderstandings about Anyang Changle?"

Sima Yuanhe took a sip of the tea in the cup and sighed: "Senior brother doesn't know anything. My master is going to train him as his heir. But he advocates martial arts and is free and unruly. How can he be the head of a sect? Although Yuge knows that everyone has his own pursuits and ambitions and cannot be changed easily, in the face of the master's instructions, how can I be a disciple violate it?"

Sima Yuanhe drank the tea in the cup and said, "This is a long way off. When I saw the young disciple again these days, I have been considering passing the Purple Martial Arts to him. It can be regarded as fulfilling my promise to my fifth junior brother back then. But I was afraid that Qing'er's Taoist heart would be unstable and good at martial arts. After obtaining the Purple Martial Arts, he followed the old path of Changle. This is exactly what I worry about."

Then Monk Kongjue realized that Sima Yuanji was worried about this matter and smiled and said, "Is the senior brother a little worried about this? I think Lingtu's words and deeds are chivalrous, so why worry?"

Sima Yuanji sighed: "I hope I'm too worried, but I'm always worried that this child is good at martial arts. If he passes the Purple Martial Arts to him, will it have any impact on him?"

Monk Kongjue smiled and said nothing. He picked up two teacups, one filled with water, and the other was empty. With a move of his right hand, the dust on the eaves and walls of the house were stirred up and gathered in his palm. He was led by Monk Kongjue's gesture and poured into the empty teacup, full.

Sima Yuanhe looked quietly, not understanding what Monk Kongjue means.

Monk Kongjue poured out two drops of water from the teapot and floated on the index finger and middle finger of his left hand. Monk Kongjue smiled slightly and said, "Senior brother, these two drops of water are equivalent to Lingpu. Let's see how his future is?" As he said that, he poured these two drops of water into two teacups.

First, the drop of the tea poured into it and melted into one. Then the drop of the drop of the dust quickly penetrated into the dust, leaving only a mark.

Sima Yuan and his body were shocked and looked at the two teacups silently.

Monk Kongjue smiled and said, "Senior Brother, do you understand? What determines Lingtu's future is not the two Taoist techniques in one book, but the people who guide him in the future and the surrounding environment. I think whether the noble school Anyang Changle created this purple martial arts technique would become the best in the world."

Sima Yuanji sighed sadly, sat on the table in a daze. After a long time, he slowly stood up and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for your guidance. I am still a little uncertain. I will look at the little disciple again tomorrow morning. If possible, I will pass on the Purple Martial Arts to him."

Monk Kongjue clasped his hands together and smiled without saying a word.

*******

In a corridor in the prefect's office, Zhong Shuidan held a wooden box with a nervous face, walked carefully, walked to an outside a dark room, with his legs together and his hands holding the wooden box upright, looking extremely respectful, and breathed several breaths, as if to relieve the tension in his heart, and then whispered: "Eunuch Liu, I have brought those three black iron plum blossoms, all in this wooden box."

The room was silent, but Zhong Shuidan still dared not relax, and still held the straight body and held the wooden box.

After a long time, an ordinary voice came from the room: "Is that so, you can put it outside the door."

"Yes," Zhong Shuidan carefully placed the wooden box on the ground. Before he could take back his hands, he straightened his waist and heard the room say, "Zhong Baihu, how many years have you been in the Jinyiwei?"

When Zhong Shuidan heard the people in the room talk, he immediately did not dare to move. Even his hand was retracted froze in the air, and he whispered: "Go back to Eunuch Liu, it should be three years and seven months since he joined the Jinyiwei."

Eunuch Liu seemed to be careless and said, "It's not long. Zhong Baihu has been a household with hundreds of households for three years. It can be said that he is successful in his youth. When our family is so old, we are still serving tea and water to the leader's father-in-law. Zhong Baihu, you are very lucky, really lucky."

After saying this, Zhong Shuidan's forehead was filled with cold sweat, and he didn't know what to say.

Eunuch Liu said: "Hi, why do you do these things about Chenzhizi? Zhong Baihu don't care. Our family has buried the soil in their necks and can't move for a few days. What else can you expect? The future will be the world of you young people."

Zhong Shuidan knelt down suddenly, his nervousness reached its peak, and he said in a trembling voice: "No, no, my father-in-law lives forever, how can he grow old? I will always do your old things, this world; it's better not to go to this world."

Eunuch Liu laughed strangely and said, "Wanshou Wujiang? What's the point of hearing this when Master Wansui heard it? Forget it, it's good to think of you. Just say I'll listen to this sentence, and there won't be a third person to hear it."

Having said this, I suddenly heard a muffled sound. A man fell from the corner to the ground, wearing a eunuch's costume. He was in his twenties and had bitten the poison sac in his mouth and flowed into his throat. He suddenly developed a poisonous heart vein and died immediately.

Zhong Shuidan shook, but he didn't dare to look at the little eunuch. He was still lying on the ground motionlessly, but sweat flowed down his face, his teeth were clenched, and his eyes were full of panic.

"Oh, why do you die if you say it's so good? Why don't you think so hard? Zhong Baihu, you have to see Sima Yuanji tomorrow. Go back and rest quickly, don't let others wait in a hurry."
Chapter completed!