"Bah! You didn't do dual cultivation the day before yesterday? "
"No, I really didn't! Absolutely not! "Wenwen lied with her eyes wide open.
Seeing that he couldn't hear any truth from her, this good friend was obviously following the principle of not paying with his life if he didn't cheat others. She kept bragging about how awesome inner force was and how easy it was to cultivate it. She was just waiting for him to fall into her trap.
Chen Guang held it in for a long time and sent out a sentence, "I really don't believe you."
He hung up the phone.
After waiting for a while, Wenwen sent another text message, "Come on! I'm waiting for you! "
On the other side, Wenwen was holding her phone and laughing. Of course, she knew that Chen Guang had already found out that the painting scroll was a trap.
However, she wasn't worried that Chen Guang wouldn't learn it. After all, she knew how much Chen Guang wanted to learn inner strength not long after the two of them got to know each other. Now that such a heaven-sent opportunity was placed before him, Wen Wen knew that it was impossible for him to resist the temptation. After all, he was a humble and upright person.
Although practicing martial arts was difficult, as long as there was a chance, who would be willing to let go of such a chance to become a different person?
There were many legends about inner force, Qigong, inner force, or other names among the people, but there were very few people who had actually seen it.
Even if there were real rumors, people often scoffed at them and didn't take them seriously. They just thought that it was a swindling Jianghu swindler who used the name of a so-called master to cheat others of money and money, or even to cheat money and women.
In recent years, the Internet and even TV often exposed a certain master as a swindler, but there had never been a real person with unique skills who stood in front of the stage.
Although inner force martial artists didn't completely hide from the world, in the eyes of ordinary people, it was gradually becoming more and more like a fantasy.
But even so, in the land of China where martial arts culture flourished, there were always people who were fascinated by the legendary inner force martial arts after reading novels that told about the heroic stories of China.
If there was really a chance to learn inner force in front of ordinary people, who could be calm?
You're just being stubborn. I really don't believe that you don't want to try.
"Eldest Miss, everyone in the family has been summoned back. Everyone is waiting in the conference hall. What do you think …"
At this moment, someone knocked on her door from the outside. A shadowy figure stood outside the door and spoke in a servant's tone.
The smile on Wenwen's face disappeared in an instant. She slowly got up and grabbed the Black Chop that was lying on the side of the table. She walked towards the door. "Don't call me Miss, call me Patriarch."
He pushed open the door. The moment the wooden door opened, the backyard of the Wen Family suddenly lit up with a snowy light. Several dozen figures dressed in the clothes of the Wen Family servants jumped out from various places.
These people were at least above Bone Strength. Among them, there were seven or eight masters of Skin Strength. They waved the weapons in their hands at the same time and surrounded Wenwen from all directions.
As for the servant who knocked on the door, he eerily extended a pitch-black dagger from his palm and stabbed it towards Wenwen's heart.
Faced with this sudden turn of events, Wenwen's expression did not change. She only said indifferently, "Uncle Zhong, you've been in the Wen Family for more than thirty years. You watched me grow up. Even you betrayed the Wen Family. I'm really … disappointed."
As she spoke, she held the Black Chop in her hand and held it horizontally. Uncle Zhong's dagger pierced the Black Chop's scabbard.
Uncle Zhong snorted. "You still have the face to be disappointed in me? I'm even more disappointed in you and your useless father! How prestigious was the Wen Family in the past? Now it has become like this. I, Zhong Dingyu, am loyal to the Wen Family but not to you, Wen Zhengtian and your daughter! Instead of letting the Wen Family rot in the hands of your stubborn father, why don't you let Zhengyun manage it? In my opinion, Zhengyun is smart and talented. With him managing the family, the Wen Family will definitely return to its peak in less than ten years! At the very least, it won't lose to the Poison Sect or the Dark Sect! "
"What a joke. Those short-sighted people from the Poison Sect and the Dark Sect only have some wealth in the secular world. Have they ever produced any top-notch experts? How can they be compared to the Wen Family? Since ancient times, the Wen Family has always been passed down. The eldest son is the leader and this has never changed. Third Uncle, you're not the eldest son and you're not of the Wen Family's bloodline. How can you be in charge of the Wen Family? "
"What? Zhengyun isn't of the Wen Family's bloodline? Ridiculous! You're spouting nonsense! "Uncle Zhong's face turned pale. Then, he gritted his teeth and roared," Die! "
As soon as Uncle Zhong finished speaking, the dagger on Wenwen's scabbard suddenly pushed forward. "You didn't expect this, did you? Actually, I had already broken through Skin Force with Zhengyun's help two years ago. Wenwen, you're underestimating your enemy! Die! "
A moment later, he stood rooted to the ground with a flushed face. He could not move an inch forward. No matter how much force he used, the dagger seemed to be stuck to Wenwen's scabbard and could not move at all.
This could only mean that Wenwen's inner force was a realm higher than his. She was able to penetrate through the Black Slash Saber's scabbard and completely stop his dagger.
"How … How is this possible?"
Uncle Zhong realized something. His face turned pale and he stared at Wenwen in disbelief.
At that moment, the other martial artists who had surrounded them had already pounced on them when they saw that Zhong Dingyu was about to kill them.
Wenwen closed her eyes slightly. When she opened them again, she was looking at these people with pity.
Among them were real servants of the Wen Family. There were also spies and spies from the outside. There were even some descendants of the Wen Family's side branches. Although they also had the surname Wen, they were not related to Wenwen by blood.
"Uncle Zhong, you've been abandoned. That's right, I'm already a Thought Grandmaster. Third Uncle has already died by my hands. I thought that you would have received the news long ago, so I wanted to give you a chance to turn over a new leaf. As long as you're willing to repent, I can pretend that nothing has happened. But from the looks of it, I can't do that. As the saying goes, a warrior cuts his wrist. Since your wrist has been cut, there's no need for me to keep you alive. "
Wenwen lightly shook the scabbard and sent Zhong Dingyu flying. She slowly pulled out her saber and unsheathed the Black Slash Saber, leaving no one alive.
Ten minutes later, Wen Wen, dressed in blood-stained clothes, stood at the entrance of the Wen Family's front courtyard's conference room. She helped her father, Wen Zhengtian, down from the clan leader's iron chair. In this critical time of life and death, with internal and external troubles, Wen Wen officially took over the Wen Family as the first Wen Grandmaster in a hundred years.
Hundreds of miles away, Chen Guang sat in the officer's quarters in a daze. He was extremely annoyed.
How many decades do people have in their lives?
You want me to spend ten years in here? How is that possible!
This isn't the free time in the World in the Cup. Wait!
World in the Cup …
He slapped his forehead. Am I stupid?
Old Man, there's a shortcut!
Tempering the body with the methods in the Painting Scroll is training. Isn't the World in the Cup of the Heavenly Holy Grail also training?
The Painting Scroll can only make the body of an ordinary person approach the human limit. My World in the Cup is aiming to surpass the limit, okay?
It's obvious that my methods are deeper, more powerful, and faster. Why should I care about this ten years of tempering?
Or should I stick to the original plan and mass produce the World in the Spirit Heaven Cup and forge myself into a perfect state from head to toe, far surpassing the basic requirements of the Painting Scroll to stimulate inner strength?
Anyway, isn't it the same?
At worst, I'll just follow the methods recorded in the World in the Cup to temper my muscles, bones, skin, and flesh.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense.
The melancholy from before was thrown far away in the blink of an eye. He just minded his own business and started to fiddle with the methods described in the Painting Scroll.
The guards outside could only hear banging sounds coming from the dormitory. They didn't know what Chief Instructor Chen was busy with.
About an hour later, a faint cracking sound came from inside, followed by Chief Instructor Chen's low cries.
Inside, Chen Guang was lying on the bed in a very awkward posture. He was sweating profusely, his face pale, and panting heavily.
Oh my god, I sprained my waist!
The Qilin Arm was indeed useful. At first, he followed the postures recorded in the Painting Scroll and relied on the power of the Qilin Arm to do all kinds of cool and challenging postures to speed up his progress. He completely forgot that all his skills were in the Qilin Arm. The other parts of his body were only slightly above the standard of an ordinary person. He could fight, but he was still far from the human limit.
He courted death so much and finally got his retribution. Now he sprained his waist on the bed and couldn't move. The pain was unbearable, but he got what he asked for.
"Hey! Is there anyone outside! "
He couldn't move at all. He could only call for help.
The two guards who were sent to help him were flustered. One of them put his face near the window and said, "Sir! I'm here! "
"I sprained my waist. Call the doctor for me!"
About 15 minutes later, the professional doctor of Shunde Special Training Camp arrived quickly. The two guards kicked the door open.
The doctor exclaimed as soon as he entered the room, "Instructor Chen, what's this posture? Local specialty yoga? "
"Can't you stop talking nonsense? Can't you see my cold sweat has soaked the quilt? There's a special training class in the afternoon. Help me straighten my bones. "
Crack!
"Ouch!"
Crack!
"So f * cking painful!"
Crack!
"It hurts so much!"
Finally, after the experienced doctor was exhausted and sweating, Chen Guang's "local specialty yoga" posture saved him.
"Instructor Chen, although you're young, your body has been shaped. Don't learn the awkward posture of an acrobat. You're lucky today. I treat people's injuries every day in this special training camp. I've seen all kinds of strange moves. That's why I could save you so quickly. If you were in another place, even if it's a big hospital like Concorde Hospital, you wouldn't have cried for more than half a day."
The doctor wiped the sweat off his forehead and said angrily.
Chen Guang just giggled, "I remember. I really remember."
Once bitten, twice shy. Although he was used to courting death, how could he repeat the same mistake again?
Even Tan Zhaohua was alarmed by such a change. The guards came when they kicked the door open and saw everything from beginning to end.
But he didn't rush to say anything. Instead, he waited for the others to leave before he pulled Chen Guang and asked mysteriously, "Xiao Chen, where did you learn this move? Can you promote it? "
Chen Guang stared at him. This guy is so despicable!
Does he really think of himself as a little monster that can drop treasures just by hitting?
"Do you really want to learn it?"
"Of course! I'm old and can't learn it, but our soldiers are still young! "
"Then you'd better remember this. You must be careful. This was taught to me by a Taoist when I was traveling in Zhongnan Mountains a few days ago. He paid me 668 for this small book …"
"Almost all the people outside are here. Shall we start the special dart training now?"
"Bah! You have to reimburse me for the 668! "
"I'll reimburse you for the money, but I don't want the book. I can't afford to lose face."
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