Chen Hengzhi threw Jiumozhi at Wuyazi's feet and said, "Fellow Taoist will know after exploring it. I think the skills of the same sects are similar, so it should be easy to perceive them."

Wuyazi bowed his hand and said nothing. He reached out to suck Jiumozhi who was limping on the ground. A trace of true energy entered Jiumozhi's body from his wrist, and turned around along the meridians, and finally took it back.

As if all the energy and energy of Wuyazi had been removed, he collapsed in a wheelchair and said nothing for a long time.

Then, as if he remembered something, he looked at Wang Yuyan and shouted softly: "Child, come here and let me take a good look."

Wang Yuyan didn't understand why, looking at Wuyazi's loving gaze, she tilted her head and thought for a while, and obediently walked to Wuyazi's approach.

"It's so similar! It's almost carved from the same mold."

After looking at it for a long time, Wuyazi said, "Good boy, is your mother's name called Aluo?"

Wang Yuyan's crisp voice sounded: "Hey, how did you know, senior?"

Wuyazi received this affirmative answer and almost burst into tears. He trembled and said, "Child, I am your grandfather, your mother Aluo is the daughter of me and your grandmother. How could I know?"

ah!

Grandpa?

Wang Yuyan was a little confused!

Since she became sensible, she has never met her grandparents, grandparents, fathers, and only relatives are her mother Li Qingluo and her aunt's cousin Murong Fu, and there are no other relatives.

Now, an old man suddenly ran out and suddenly told her that he was her grandfather. Wang Yuyan said that she would not accept it for a while, and I want to be quiet.

Chen Hengzhi spoke out and said, "Miss Wang, fellow Taoist Wuyazi is your grandfather. He was pushed off the cliff by his evil disciple Ding Chunqiu, and was paralyzed all over the world. He has been hiding from and from Tibet these years, so it is very strange to you.

In addition, your grandmother is still alive. She is now the Empress Dowager of Xixia. Your mother should have contacted her, but she just didn't tell you.

And your biological father is Duan Zhengchun, the king of Dali Town, in other words, this prince Duan is your half-brother.

And your cousin Murong Fu is a descendant of the Xianbei people. You must know that he has been committed to restoring the country throughout his life, but your mother has never allowed you to interact with him, because she does not want you to be deceived and implicated by him.

Murong Fu is a man with great ambitions and talent, and is highly aware and low-key, so he is destined to be difficult to become grand. At that time, he sneaked into Xixia with the pseudonym Li Yanzong and joined the Xixia Yipin Hall with the intention of provoking disputes between the two countries.

It is consistent with his method of instigating the dispute between Song and Liao dynasties back then. It is extremely clumsy and has no progress.

In the end, he was beaten to death by Brother Qiao and was beaten to death in Xingzi Forest. It was a pity to die.”

He fired a series of big bombs one after another, making Wang Yuyan suspicious of life. His father was not his father, and his sweetheart's cousin died tragically. Under these repeated blows, Wang Yuyan finally couldn't stand it.

I rolled my eyes and fainted.

Duan Yu, who was always paying attention to her, saw this, and walked behind her as soon as he slid, hugging her gently, calling out: "Miss Wang, Miss Wang wake up..."

Wuyazi's eyes narrowed. He looked at Duan Yu's steps and thought to himself that another person who had learned the unique skills of Xiaoyao Sect.

Has the Xiaoyao Sect’s unique skills become a mess after thirty years of not asking about the world?

Fortunately, Chen Hengzhi explained to Duan Yu in time: "Crown Prince Duan has a deep blessing. By chance, he learned the half-loving "Lingbo Weibu" and "Bei Ming Divine Art" at the former residence of fellow Taoists at Wuliang Mountain. Unfortunately, without the guidance of a wise master, he is always effective."

Duan Yu, who was holding Wang Yuyan, heard this and felt like he was struck by lightning. Was Wuyazi's wife who lived in seclusion at the foot of Wuliang Mountain?

Wouldn't he be in his eighties?

Moreover, she is Wang Yuyan's grandmother...

Duan Yu's heart was desolate!

I like a girl, sister!

I like another one, or my sister!

I like another one, this time it’s an old lady!

Tens of thousands of Cao Nima trampled past his heart.

Duan Yu suddenly felt hopeless!

Wuyazi nodded when he heard the explanation. Since it was obtained through a regular way, there was nothing to say. I will deal with it later. What is important now is where did this monk learn "Little Wuxiang Gong"?

He turned his head and said to him, "Xinghe, ask this monk, where did he get his secret book "Little Wuxiang Gong"?"

“Yes, Master!”

Su Xinghe responded, carried Jiumozhi's collar and took him to the side for interrogation. The Eight Friends of Hangu rushed to help.

In February, the spring is bright and the screams of Jiumozhi come from time to time, and the torture continues.

Chen Hengzhi stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Wuyazi, and asked, "Daoist thought before, to pass on this pure skill with the method of initiation?"

Wuyazi sighed: "Yes, I feel that I have not had enough time to do so, so I can only force a master to deal with this evil disciple by using the method of initiation."

He looked at Ding Chunqiu who was sluggishly, but his eyes were as cold as a knife, and he wanted to peel him off and get cramps, eat his flesh and sleep with his skin.

Then, he looked at the heroic Qiao Feng again and felt extremely satisfied. Wuyazi was even more grateful to Chen Hengzhi. Not only did he recommend Qiao Feng for him, but he also helped him find his granddaughter.

"Chen has always had a question, don't you know whether to ask?"

Chen Hengzhi asked.

Wuyazi laughed and said, "Fellow Taoist can be regarded as the benefactor of my Xiaoyao Sect. If you have any questions, even if you ask, I will definitely know everything and say everything."

"When Chen first saw Prince Duan, through the flow of internal force in his body, I accidentally noticed a trace of the true meaning of the "Bei Ming Divine Art" of your sect. If Chen guessed it well, once this skill is practiced, every acupoint in his body can absorb other people's internal force, refine it into Bei Ming's internal force, and then use it for one's own use."

Chen Hengzhi said: "But what puzzled Chen is that although this skill absorbs the internal strength of others and looks shocking, Chen thinks that it should have shortcomings."

Qiao Feng glared with big eyes: "What? Use others' internal strength for themselves? How could there be such a vicious martial art in this world?"

Chen Hengzhi waved his hand: "Brother Qiao doesn't need to make a fuss. There is no distinction between good and evil in martial arts. Only those who use it correctly will be righteous, and those who use it evil will be evil."

Wuyazi nodded and agreed: "Fellow Daoist Chen said it well. This skill seems to be a crooked way, but it is truly authentic Taoism.

It has two ways of practicing, which is to absorb the internal strength of others, and can quickly improve strength, but it will be faster, but it will never be able to break through the second-level innate realm.

Another way of practice is to study hard and practice hard like normal practice, practice hard in summer, practice Sanfu and Sanjiu in winter. Its advantage is that there is no bottleneck before the innate realm. As long as the internal strength is enough, you can practice flatly to the first-level peak realm. Moreover, the difficulty of breaking through the innate realm is ten times less than other exercises."
Chapter completed!