Martial Ancestor. The Way of Martial Arts. This is the most difficult way in the world to understand and master.
Monks absorb the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, use this to contact nature, and use nature as a supplement. Therefore, it is easier to practice.
But martial arts is different. It is purely about using the body to break through its own limits. It does not rely on any external objects. It can only rely on its own strength to reach the sky step by step. In the end, the body becomes holy.
Sainthood is just the human way, and above it, there is a realm of knowledge. This is unknown, which is unknown to the predecessors and cannot be discovered by future generations.
Because this is an extremely difficult road, and very few people can reach the last few steps, let alone the last step of exploration?
No one knows whether there is a final step in martial arts. Wuchang Tianzun of the Cangwu Dao Alliance cannot guarantee whether he has taken the last step.
Martial arts is too difficult. You must be a perseverant among perseverants to have any possibility of success. Even if the former has opened up a way forward, the latter may not be suitable.
There are many people who have followed the path of their predecessors and blindly practice according to this path, and finally get stuck at the final step that their predecessors took.
Just because this is not his own path to pioneer, he simply cannot understand why he has to take the step he took, and why he takes this as a cornerstone. He does not understand the pattern at all, but just imitates a cat and a tiger. How can he become that tiger, and how can he transcend it?
The tiger on the top of the mountain became a real dragon?
To explore the path of the predecessors, unless there is a peerless master in martial arts who has a deep understanding of martial arts, he can observe the bones of other people's bodies, tailor martial arts secrets for them, and even reach the ultimate level of martial arts.
Martial Ancestor, Martial Ancestor. Those who dare to call themselves Martial Ancestors and the ancestors of martial arts are either arrogant, or they have truly reached the pinnacle of martial arts.
Otherwise, what qualifications do you have to be called the Martial Ancestor?
But, is there really the ultimate in martial arts in this world?
Taoist Master Lingbao doesn't know and has never heard of it. Someone has embarked on this ultimate path of martial arts.
"It's Martial Ancestor. His strength is recognized by all the strong people. Because all those who disobey have been suppressed by Martial Ancestor." The young man said this, with stars shining in his clear pupils.
This is his pursuit and yearning, his lifelong desire.
"Can I ask about his name?" Taoist Master Lingbao asked.
Any extremely powerful person will never remain unknown, let alone someone who can defeat the strongest people in the world and no one dares to disobey him.
"You don't know the name of the Martial Ancestor?" The young man was stunned and looked at the old man suspiciously. Then he thought of something. He shook his head and smiled: "I forgot, you are a mortal, how can you know the name of the Martial Ancestor?"
The young man walked to the door of the broken house, faced the strong wind, and looked at the high and vast sky.
What he saw was a cloud of white clouds covering the dawn. Another strong wind made the sky clear again. The light of the rising sun became even brighter.
He felt relaxed and happy. The young man suddenly felt that he was standing in the sky, looking down at the vast earth. Everything was in his eyes, as if he didn't take it seriously.
"The name of Wu Zu is Wu Daoping!" The young man spoke word by word with deep respect.
"Wu Daoping...what a domineering name." Taoist Master Lingbao nodded. Just based on this name, he is indeed domineering and mighty. But whether he lives up to his name and whether he can really overpower the powerful from all over the world remains to be verified.
After all, this was just the words of a young man. But Tao Zun Lingbao knew that this person would not be too weak. Compared with himself, this strong man named Wu Daoping was only strong but not weak.
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After all, this place is in the sky. Those who can be called strong must be monks who fought against the unknown. Moreover, this city is very mysterious and has the power to dissipate this unknown power.
That power of light and sun has never been seen before by Taoist Lingbao. It is more powerful than the great powers of destruction that Taoist Lingbao knows in Cangyuntian.
Perhaps, there is an extremely powerful Supreme Being here who can ignore the unknown.
So, could this supreme being be the ancestor of martial arts, Wu Daoping?
Taoist Master Lingbao didn't know that if his senior brother had not been frozen and was standing here with him and heard what this young man said, he would definitely be shocked.
Because, ever since Netherworld first encountered a city inhabited by life, the founder was named Wu Daoping. Then he abandoned the destiny monument and went to Heaven alone.
Just a monument of destiny, without the presence of the deity in person, brought Chu Cheng a strong crisis and suffocation.
This name also appeared in the scenes he saw before he fell into coma.
Someone taught martial arts to the extreme, and after that, everyone became equal through martial arts and used martial arts to achieve peace. From then on, everyone in the world knew that martial arts were equal.
"So, is this powerful martial artist in this city now?" Taoist Master Lingbao took a deep breath, eager to know where this person was.
If this ancestor of martial arts is the strong man who spreads the unknown power, then he must be able to break the curse on his senior brother. And he only needs to find his senior brother and bring him to that strong man.
There is another supreme treasure in Lingbao Taoist Master. As long as it appears, no one in the world will be moved.
He believed that as long as he could take out this object and use this as a condition, then this martial arts master would definitely take action.
The young man suddenly lowered his head from his head, and his eyes that were originally filled with starlight dimmed.
"Martial Ancestor is not in Mochen, nor in the sky, but has gone to a legendary road, and together with the group of strong men who went there, they will never return."
"Everyone thinks that Wu Zu is dead, but I believe that Wu Zu is still alive!"
Taoist Master Lingbao glanced at the young man and said: "Where is the legendary road? And why, everyone thinks that Martial Ancestor is dead, then why do you know for sure that Martial Ancestor is still alive. Is it just that?
Based on your admiration for him, do you think he is so powerful that he will not perish?"
In this world, no one can truly call it a fall, no matter how powerful they are. Otherwise, how could the thirty-six ancient gods have died one by one? Now, only his master has reappeared in the world.
"I know, I just know, no reason is needed." The young man waved his hand and did not answer Taoist Lingbao's first question. Instead, he walked out of the shabby room directly.
"You're also awake. Remember to put away the bedding that was exposed in the sun outside. I only have this bedding, and it was ruined by your blood. It has not been washed away after washing for a long time, so I can only make do with it."
After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around and said.
"Where are you going?" Taoist Master Lingbao stepped forward and asked. I am not familiar with the place here, and I have lost all my cultivation. I have to figure out what places are nearby, where to go, and where not to go.
"Where am I going? Of course I have to work. Otherwise, who will support me?" The young man did not look back and walked step by step towards the path ahead.
"I will support you." Taoist Master Lingbao spoke without any hesitation.
If it were him before, he would never have dreamed that he would say such words.
However, in the many years of getting along with my senior brother, although I didn’t speak much, my words warmed my heart, and over time, they became subtle.
Take the famous saying of senior brother, if you are warmed by others, you will also warm others.
The young man stopped, shook his head, smiled, and turned around and said, "Come on, old man, you better wait here for me. When I get my wages, I will bring you delicious food."
The young man quickened his pace and soon disappeared from the sight of Taoist Master Lingbao.
"If I recover my cultivation, what about raising you?" Taoist Master Lingbao sighed. Although he said so, he didn't know when he would be able to recover his cultivation.
When he came outside the house, he saw the quilt hanging on the three bamboo frames. The quilt, like the clothes on the young man's body, was in tatters. Except for a few spots of light red, the rest was very clean.
Taoist Master Lingbao then remembered that although the young man's clothes were tattered, they were equally clean, just like his handsome face.
He walked to the bamboo shelf, picked up the quilt, walked back to the room, and put the quilt back on the wooden bed at the head of the bed that was not stained by blood.
"Martial Ancestor Martial Ancestor...then what is the legendary road? And since this Martial Ancestor is no longer in the sky. Then, who does the power of light and sunshine that I saw that day belong to? And to whom?
How can I meet that strong man?"
Taoist Master Lingbao turned around and faced the door. When he looked at the sky, all the white clouds were covered, but it felt like a dense black cloud.
It seemed as if this dark cloud would never dissipate. He would also never be able to disperse this dark cloud with one palm of his hand.
It seems to be getting dark.
Taoist Master Lingbao walked outside the house again, following the path where the young man disappeared.
He was too seriously injured and hobbled.
On both sides of the path, there were scattered fallen leaves, fluttering in the sky as the wind gathered.
The scenery was beautiful, but it was incompatible with the dilapidated wooden house. But Taoist Wuya had no intention of watching it.
There were footprints left on the trail. Taoist Master Lingbao followed these footprints and walked for more than fifty miles. It was not until the sun went down that he climbed over a hill and saw hundreds of people lined up in a pile.
These hundreds of people had dark faces and were carrying bamboo baskets on their backs. Black stones were piled on these bamboo baskets.
Taoist Master Lingbao spotted the young man among the hundreds of people with just one glance.
Except for the young man, everyone here is an adult male. Compared with these people, the young man is still a lot shorter, so he can be seen at a glance.
Taoist Master Lingbao saw the young man take off the bamboo basket on his back and hand it to a middle-aged man. Then the middle-aged man gave the young man two very turbid crystal stones.
"Lingshi?" Taoist Master Lingbao frowned when he saw this scene.
He knew that this young man was a practitioner. But the two spiritual stones in his hands were of really inferior quality, probably not even as good as low-grade spiritual stones.
This kind of spiritual stone contains too many impurities. It is not suitable for monks to use it as a supplement to their practice.
If a monk absorbs this kind of energy and uses it as his own spiritual power, he may become possessed by evil spirits.
As soon as the young man turned around, he saw the old man on the top of the mountain, and his expression suddenly changed.