Chapter 15: fifteen

Chapter 15 Chapter 15: Clan Lies
Zhantang Scripture Room
The Tang family’s Buddhist scripture room was built on the first and second floors of the Wutang. The Tang family spent huge sums of money to invite master craftsmen from the Ou family to design it.
For hundreds of years, the Xiling Hao Clan has collected thousands of martial arts techniques. As the core of the entire Tang family, the warrior guarding the Tibetan scriptures room must be a strong patriarch, usually with a fierce warrior cooperating with several extinction peaks.
Most of them are clan elders and have already dismissed their duties. Apart from guarding the Tibetan scriptures, they are practicing in retreat, hoping to break through to the next level.
Tang Luo, as the son of the family and the first son of the war hall, is no stranger to the Tibetan scripture room, because when he tested the effectiveness of the star core, he referred to hundreds of practices, from the lowest ordinary level to the profound level. Just from the knowledge of the exercises, he did not even lose to some old scholars who have studied exercises for decades.
And this time when he entered the Tibetan scripture room, Tang Luo wanted to choose a new exercise for Fang Han.
After a few days of thinking, he has decided that the first star is activated by Fang Hanlai. No matter what purpose this scheming young man had when approaching him, his 1.4 aptitude was too tempting for Tang Luo. Looking at the nine training grounds of the Tang clan, no one is more qualified than Fang Han.
He also had some plans on how to subdue Fang Han.
"This "Star Profound Art" is the entire copy." After saluting the old man guarding the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion respectfully, Tang Luo said the name of the exercise he wanted to use.
The old man glanced at the instructional order placed in front of him, and said lightly: "This yellow-level technique itself is not excellent, but it has a matching killing method called Xingchen Xiantian Sword. There are three types. The power is amazing, so this yellow-level technique is amazing. The exercise requires a lot of contributions, but yours is not enough."
"Of course I know this, so you look at it." Tang Luo had already prepared, and took out dozens of written iron rolls and placed them on the table in front of the old man.
Tieju records various martial arts training techniques and ways to improve defects, which are summed up by Tang Luo's teaching career this month. These donations to the Tibetan scripture room were replaced by contributions, and there should be a lot of surplus after changing the exercises.
The old man picked up the iron scroll and looked at it one by one, at first casually, as time passed, the appreciation in his eyes grew stronger.
He put down the iron scroll and looked at Tang Luo again. The expression in his eyes was not like the indifference and alienation he had when he first saw him. Instead, he looked at his closest descendants and grandchildren as relieved. There were some small expectations in his old voice: "These, all Did you research it out?"
"Yes, the old man." Tang Luo respected the old man in front of him very much, of course not only because of his age, but the amazing number: 68543. The old man who wanted to come before him was one of the heritage of the Tang family.
The old man's name was Tang Zhen. If he hadn't seen him with his own eyes, he wouldn't be able to believe it. He was just a teenager in front of him. He could actually put forward and improve these martial arts shortcomings sharply and greatly increase his combat capability. This kind of genius actual combat martial arts researcher is a very indispensable talent for the family.
"Okay, the offspring is terrible." Tang Zhen comforted, and only the Tang family continued to spring up young people like Tang Luo, the Tang clan could last forever.
After speaking, the old man turned and entered the Buddhist scripture room, and after only a while he took out two iron books and placed them in front of Tang Luo.
"This is the "Xing Chen Xuan Gong" and "Xing Chen Xiantian Knife". Remember to learn extensively, and be dedicated to proficiency. The Tongtian Art is the foundation of my Tang family, don't put the cart before the horse. Competing Qi is certainly beautiful, but it is a waste of time to focus on repairing these minor techniques. Out of love for talent, I can't help but remind.
As a result, Tang Luo nodded his head in the two-volume iron book, expressing his understanding, and replied respectfully: "Old Xie clan mention something, the kid has resigned."
The old man nodded. It is the habit of the elders to order the descendants, but how many descendants can understand is another matter. Tang Zhen hopes that this is a smart boy.
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Training Field No. 7
The corner that belongs to Fang Han is always so cold, as if it doesn't fit into the whole practice field.
The lonely young man is also happy to enjoy such loneliness, tempering his body day and night, hoping to break the border as soon as possible.
To be honest, although it wasn't the first day I saw Fang Han's penance, Tang Luo admired his will and persistence very much.
Even if Fang Han's qualifications are just an ordinary person, his future achievements are immeasurable.
Tang Luo's eyes were full of admiration. In the past month, he has visited nine training grounds in Wutang, and he has also seen some young people with good aptitudes. The spiritual growth of a mortal state can reach 1.1 or even 1.2 in a day.
But Tang Luo regretted that many of them did not cherish their talents. I don't talk about martial arts training casually, and I am very slack in the cultivation of exercises.
In the mortal realm, thirty-six full-week exercises are standard on a daily basis, and usually it takes about four to six minutes to operate a week-day exercise depending on whether you are proficient. Thirty-six weeks will take about three hours.
Except for very few exercises that require practicing at sunrise, most practitioners put the exercise time after dinner.
However, Tang Luo observed that not everyone could persevere in just three hours of cultivation a day.
Thirty-six days of the week is a figure summed up by countless martial arts pioneers for thousands of years. For most martial artists, this number cannot be reduced.
But there are always some students who like to be smart. For example, they only work twenty-eight weeks, or even less. As a result, the aura that can grow to 1.2 per day is actually less than 1.
Putting such an excellent aptitude on such a child, the final effect is only comparable to that of a diligent ordinary person, which is a bit regrettable.
What is even more distressing is that some warriors who have reached the peak of the mortal realm, because they have entered the peak of this realm, the pleasure of becoming stronger through cultivation has disappeared, and the practitioner has entered a painful accumulation period.
During this accumulation period, all the auras absorbed by your exercises will be absorbed by the viscera, and there will be no increase in your own strength.
But because of these eyes that can see the spiritual energy, Tang Luo can clearly know that the aura needed to accumulate the breakthrough is twice as much as the peak of the realm.
The aura at the peak of the Mortal Realm is 999 points, and if you want to break into the Transcendence Realm, you need 2999 points.
In other words, during this full two thousand points of aura accumulation time, you will no longer feel stronger.
Although the aura is increasing every day, the cultivator himself does not feel it.
Many cultivators will have emotions when you cannot see the rewards for your efforts immediately.
Among them, there are particularly negative ones, you will lose your expectations of martial arts, stop practicing, stay at the peak of the mortal realm, and use some things such as: "Don't worry, anyway, you will always break through."
"It doesn't matter, maybe my qualifications can only reach this step." Such words comforted myself.
There are also some slightly active practitioners who think that since the cultivation technique will no longer become stronger, why not find another way.
Next, they will practice martial arts diligently, and continue to grow stronger through martial arts, allowing them to continue to experience the feeling of becoming stronger. As for the practice of the exercises, there is no longer any concern, and every day's luck will be marked with a big discount.
These two types of people account for the vast majority of cultivators.
"Budo is science." Tang Luo always thinks so, so he is good at discovering, researching and summarizing.
The same is the training ground, why should Tang's disciples be separated from everyone else, because in the No. 1 training ground, when facing their own people, some martial arts mysteries will be taught without reservation.
"As long as you work hard long enough, you will be able to break through the realm, regardless of your qualifications!"
"As long as you work hard every day and don't give up martial arts, martial arts will never give up on you!"
"Maybe your cultivation will not become stronger, but every day's deeds are strengthening your internal organs and helping you complete qualitative changes."
These words, the clan would never tell those poor people.
You can realize it is your own wisdom, but you can't realize it is your own stupidity.
The so-called clan elders are generally better qualified. This sentence is regarded as a classic by the poor family, but in Tang Luo's eyes it is a big lie.
The children of the Tang clan in Cultivation Field No. 1 do not have any stronger talents. Most of them are ordinary people like themselves.
The only thing that makes them look so genius is because of the family's request.
Wutang’s requirements for the Tang clan are much stricter than those outside.
For the adopted orphans, the same way of practicing martial arts since childhood, you built the foundation at the age of eleven and completed the martial arts harvest.
But for the children of the Tang clan, if you can’t complete the foundation building at the age of ten, you can get out of here and go to the school to become a manager. They are not eligible to enter the martial arts hall.
Tang Peng, the first person in Tang Luo's generation, was the son of the patriarch, and he was seventeen years old. Even reached the standard of some Zhongzhou sect disciples. But actually?
He is just an ordinary person, possessing the most ordinary qualifications.
The so-called seventeen-year-old metamorphosis is just because he built the foundation at the age of eight, and he continued to cultivate for nine years.
What's so strange?
"I thought that after changing a world, I would win by wit, the special thing is still the same." Tang Luo laughed at himself.
Was born poor and wanted to get ahead? Practicing ceaselessly.
Clan children want to get ahead? Practicing ceaselessly.
Do you want to live forever? Practicing ceaselessly.
"It's really boring." Tang Luo shook his head. Since he could see the combat power and truly show the whole martial arts world before his eyes, it always made people feel that this was extremely cruel.
Tang Luo suddenly understood why Fang Han wanted to rely on himself.
Because a person like him is totally unwilling to stagnate only in the mortal realm. Only by relying on himself can he have the opportunity to continue to enjoy the treatment of free training in the martial arts, otherwise a mortal realm peak can only be regarded as strong. It's just a thug.
I am only thirteen years old this year, even if I want to leave the clan to build a mansion at the age of 18, Fang Han still has five years to make a breakthrough. Moreover, he is still a congenital leaky body, and may not be able to break through the Transcendence Realm in his lifetime.
So for Han, after Tang Luo left his clan, he became his biggest reliance. For a lone wolf who doesn't believe in anyone, there is enough space for him to show off if he has a wasteful Patriarch. You can also rely on Tang's back to enjoy the cold.
"Really underestimated." Tang Luo muttered to Fang Han, who was constantly doing pull-ups with a huge stone mill tied around his waist.
The people behind him did not alarm Fang Han, who was cultivating hard, even if his realm had reached its limit, in addition to the meticulous daily exercises, all his remaining time was spent honing his martial arts and fighting his body.
"477.478499.5.500."
"boom!"
The millstone wrapped in Fang Han slammed on the ground and made a huge noise, but the students in Training Ground No. 7 seemed to be accustomed to it, and didn't even cast their eyes on this corner.
The exhausted Fang Han fell off the iron bar and fell on his back. His two sturdy arms hung weakly on both sides of the grinding wheel, still shaking slightly.
(End of this chapter)