The little Daoist boy left quietly and closed the door behind him, leaving Lu Sheng and Tang Qingqing alone in the courtyard.
"I've already told you to go back. This isn't a place you should be. The past of the mortal world is a thing of the past to me," Tang Qingqing replied, then closed her eyes again to meditate.
Mu Rong closed her eyes slowly and said calmly, "Alright. Since you're unwilling to give up, Xuan Xin, take him to see Qingtang."
"Today, we're fortunate enough to invite Elder Qingtang, who's been cultivating in seclusion, to practice the Sacred Heart Sword Technique together. Elder Qingtang is a top-notch Martial King in our sect, second only to the monastery master. He once challenged seven of King Hong Shan's strongholds at the Sleeveless Mountain. He won the martial world title of the Sacred Heart Seven Swords in one fell swoop. "
"Boom!"
Tang Qingqing's cold, phoenix-like eyes slowly opened. She stared at Lu Sheng who stood nearby.
Xiao Honglei was Daoist Qingshui's first disciple. His Sacred Heart Sword Technique was cold and merciless, and he was as graceful as a swimming dragon. He was a true disciple of Daoist Qingshui. He was already a Martial Grandmaster at such a young age.
"Whoosh!"
Tang Qingqing, who was the Imparting Elder, woke up early in the morning. After her morning chanting session, she led the disciples to an empty space between two Daoist temples.
"Of course." Lu Sheng nodded. "I've never seen my mother in all my life. Of course, I have to see her for real this time."
"Get out of my way. I haven't killed anyone in a long time. Don't force me … "
She raised her sword and thrust it forward. Then, she suddenly pulled it back and assumed a defensive stance.
"I'm only ten!" he roared. "Can you bear to see a ten-year-old child without a mother's care and love?!"
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, you're acting so recklessly. Do you think that there's no one capable of stopping you from the Great One Path's Hequan Sect?" In an instant, a figure appeared before Lu Sheng as if he had teleported.
As it turned out, Pang Yuanjun and Tang Qingqing's marriage was a union of benefits.
"I'm here to pick you up!" Lu Sheng pulled the unconscious Tang Qingqing out of the pit and carried her on his shoulder.
Pang Yuanjun wanted to use the faction behind Tang Qingqing to advance further, while Tang Qingqing wanted to cultivate the Supreme Oblivion realm. She wanted to use Pang Yuanjun to cultivate the supreme martial path of her sect, the Sacred Heart's Sacred Will Sword Technique.
Soon, the two of them saw Tang Qingqing sitting cross-legged in meditation in front of the small courtyard.
"The Saint Heart Sword Art focuses on the form, not the core. Among them, his starting stance, Clouds and Mountains Surrounded by Fog, could be said to be the best defensive stance in the current world of martial arts. Once the force was in place, one's entire body would become one with the sword. Even an expert who was much stronger than him would not be able to easily shake his footwork. Next, let me demonstrate … "
Instead, it was replaced by a tall man with a ridiculously strong body.
"What …?"
It sounded like the wind, but it also sounded like something was whistling through the air.
"Alright, it's time to go home. Our family of three is finally going to be reunited after so many years." He pulled the sword out of Tang Qingqing's hand. "Let's go."
Xiao Honglei did not even have time to react before she saw a thick, black tree trunk whistling through the air in the distance.
He carried Tang Qingqing on his shoulder and leaped into the air like a giant bird, leaping into the distance.
Suddenly, Xiao Honglei seemed to hear something, but she could not make out what it was.
The two of them did not have any true feelings for each other. Their union was only a matter of mutual benefit. If they wanted to reunite under these circumstances … it would be extraordinarily difficult.
After tidying up her disciple's movements, she turned to look at the high platform. Although Tang Qingqing was an elder of imparting techniques, she rarely saw her.
Tang Qingqing nodded slowly. She gently drew her sword and made a hand seal.
"But you used to love Pang Yuanjun, didn't you?"
On the high platform, Tang Qingqing slowly rose to her feet. A thin old Taoist with a white beard leaped onto her right. He was the other elder of imparting techniques, Piao Muzi.
Karma and wishes could not be forcefully resolved. It had to be natural, and the two of them had to be willing.
"Boom!"
She had already attained the Sacred Heart tier many years ago. Such emotions could no longer cause ripples in her heart.
"Ten years old …! How can ten years old look like this? Who are you trying to fool?! "Xiao Honglei stared at Lu Sheng from afar. She felt as if she had been cheated.
"You're … Sicheng?" she asked softly.
"Sink your strength, connect your entire body, point your sword upwards, and combine your arms. This is the starting stance, Winding Clouds and Mist! Once it's set, it'll be as steady as a boulder, as steady as a mountain, unshakable! "
Soon, the second stage was over. Next came the third stage. The elders of the sect would spar with each other in sword techniques and guide each other on the core concepts and true meanings.
One could say that from the very beginning, Pang Yuanjun had done it for his ambition, while Tang Qingqing had done it for her cultivation base. This union was a mistake to begin with.
After Pang Sicheng was born, Pang Yuanjun had achieved his goal, and Tang Qingqing had successfully broken through in her cultivation. The two of them instantly went from being glued to each other to being strangers. They parted ways.
"That's why I told you to step aside, granny. I'm cultivating the Supreme Emotion Oblivion anyway. If my realm is high enough, it doesn't matter where I am. Why don't you come back with me and live a good life? After I've enjoyed the joy of reuniting with my family, I'll let her come back and continue cultivating her whatever path she's in. Isn't that the same? "Lu Sheng growled.
"Watch closely. This is the true secret of the Sacred Heart Sword Technique. Once the sword strikes, there's no return! There's no return to the heart! Winding Clouds and Mist! Set! "
"I said, I'm trying to reason with you calmly. Can you stop fooling around? "Lu Sheng felt a little tired. "Even if it's for me, isn't it a good thing for you to live a good life together?"
After saying this, he turned around and left the courtyard without waiting for Tang Qingqing's reply.
"Stop fooling around. If there's anything, the three of us can sit down and talk it out. Open our hearts, and we can resolve any conflicts through communication." Lu Sheng sighed. "Let's go. Hurry up and follow me home."
The meter-thick tree trunk spun at high speed with a terrifying whistling sound. In the blink of an eye, it flew over the heads of the disciples and smashed into Tang Qingqing, who was demonstrating her swordplay.
Mu Rong's face twitched and she hesitated.
For the two of them, Pang Sicheng's birth was merely a remnant of their bloodline. There was no reluctance to part with it.
"I'm not forcing it." Lu Sheng's face showed a trace of helplessness and pain. "As a son, can't I let my mother give up something for me? I just want to reunite with my family and experience the joy of being a family member that I've never experienced before! Is that wrong? "
After understanding the truth, Lu Sheng finally understood the difficulty of karma for Pang Sicheng's wish.
"How about it? Do you still want to see your mother? " Mu Rong looked at the road with a trace of pity. This Little Fatty was only a little over ten years old. Although he was tall and strong, he was really only ten years old.
He was bare-chested and only wore a pair of slender black trousers. His face resembled Pang Sicheng and Tang Qingqing. His short black hair billowed in the wind like waves.
"Understood." Soon enough, another little Daoist boy walked out and led Lu Sheng into the inner courtyard of the Daoist temple. They walked towards a small courtyard at the back.
"Pang Yuanjun won't agree to this either."
The two of them exchanged blows in midair and bounced off each other.
Mu Rong looked at the limestone walls that were more than a meter thick. Then, she looked at Lu Sheng, who was more than two meters tall and a meter wide. The corner of her lips twitched.
"…" Tang Qingqing fell silent again. "Child, there are many things you don't understand. Pang Yuanjun and I have never loved each other. Now that 10 years have passed, it's even more impossible for us to reunite. Go back and tell your father … that I've forgotten everything that happened in the past. "
Tang Qingqing could not wrap her head around this. This child … She did not know what he was talking about, but there was something off about his tone.
A hole more than a meter deep appeared on the high platform. Tang Qingqing, who had been up there a moment ago, was nowhere to be seen.
"What, old woman? Are you trying to stop my family from reuniting?" Lu Sheng landed firmly on the ground. His expression was hostile. His body shook violently, as if an ancient bell had been struck by a great force. A faint buzzing sound could be heard.
Tang Qingqing's expression was cold. She swung the sword in her hand at lightning speed.
She could not help but punch the wall beside her. A hole more than two meters wide was blasted open.
As she demonstrated, Xiao Honglei watched intently from below. She couldn't help but admire Elder Tang Qingqing inwardly. Just from the muffled sound of her footsteps on the stone platform, she could tell that Elder Tang Qingqing's mental fortitude was extremely stable. Even a few elephants wouldn't be able to knock her down.
Coincidentally, today was the day the disciples of the temple would be passing down their teachings.
"It's alright. It doesn't matter if he agrees or not. I'm fine with it," Lu Sheng said indifferently.
Three days was not a long time for cultivators who meditated in meditation. It was like the time it took for an incense stick to burn, and three days had passed.
"Love or not, it all depends on one's heart. The past and the present are merely flickering lights and passing shadows. Life is like a great wave." Tang Qingqing said drily, "Since we don't love each other anymore, what's the point of being together with Pang Yuanjun again?"
"…" Tang Qingqing was silent for a moment. "My heart is my home. Child, you are still young. You won't understand."
Bang!
The face that resembled Pang Yuanjun reminded her of the sweet times when she fell in love with Pang Yuanjun all those years ago.
She inspected the disciples in the monastery one by one and corrected their mistakes during practice. Her attitude was meticulous.
Tang Qingqing held a long white sword in her hand and sat calmly on the high platform. She looked down at her disciples, who were scattered and giving pointers to the other ordinary disciples.
The latter was a little dazed in the courtyard, but soon, he calmed down and went back to meditating as if nothing had happened.
"That's me." Lu Sheng nodded. "Mother, I'm here this time to invite you home with me."
Only Pang Yuanjun valued Pang Sicheng slightly. After all, as a formidable overlord, having children was also an important way to stabilize the army's morale.
"It's fine. As long as I think it's meaningful." Lu Sheng waved his hand. "Pack your things quickly. I'm telling you, I'm not here to reason with you. I'll come again in three days. When the time comes, I'll pack my belongings and we'll descend the mountain together. "
"Junior Sister Qingtang cultivates our sect's Sacred Heart of Forgetfulness Path. Ten years ago, she severed her ties with the mundane world and focused on pursuing the Heavenly Dao. She's no longer in the mundane world. Why must you insist, sir? "The monastery head, Mu Rong, stood in front of Lu Sheng with a calm expression and landed lightly on the ground.
After the disciples demonstrated their sword techniques, their senior brothers and sisters corrected them. After that, it was time for them to compare their insights and cultivation experiences.
"…"
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