Chapter 859

PS: ask for monthly ticket

What is the purpose of practice?

Become stronger

This is the fundamental purpose, and as for what is for prosperity, for revenge and other purposes are derivative things, the most fundamental purpose is to become stronger. Practice can turn an ordinary person into a strong person. When the cultivation reaches a certain level, you can ignore his identity even in the face of powerful people.

When people can't practice, there is only one way for people from poor families to become masters, that is to become an official. However, the door for the poor children to enter the official position was never large, or even fully opened, only a hidden crack opened by the emperor to make himself look better.

From the text, how many top scholars have been in the list since ancient times to explore Hualang's poor family background? Even if there are, how many finally squeeze into the hall?

In fact, nine times out of ten that general is a child of a famous family, while those from a poor family are just those bones.

Since people began to practice more than a thousand years ago, they have opened another door for poor children. People's origins are high and low, but people's physique is not divided by high and low. The children of powerful families have a good physique to practice, and so do the children of poor families. It seems that this is fairer than the test

In fact, people with the same cultivation talent come from poor families and aristocratic families. In fact, the final achievement of their cultivation is mostly different. Noble children, people with spiritual talents, have been sent to famous schools since childhood. Those with high power can even invite overhaul walkers to teach at home, while poor children still rely on their own hard struggle.

Mu Xianjun is the former.

He was really gifted. He showed this talent when he was very young, so mu Guangling sent him to Penglai sect in eastern Xinjiang at the first time. Although he was not the most famous, he was definitely the most powerful. At that time, Su Yang was not a leader, and the cultivation of the previous generation was inferior to Mu Guangling.

However, what Mu Guangling didn't expect was that the previous generation of leaders of penglaizong was a real person without desire. Therefore, in the first two years after Mu Xianjun was sent to penglaizong, the previous generation did not take care of him at all. It was not until Lao Zhangjiao died that Su Yang took over Penglai sect that Mu Xianjun began to enjoy special treatment.

Many years later, when someone mentioned the sect door that was destroyed before it was carried forward, they would say that the sect door was destroyed by Xiang qingniu, the Taoist sect, and others said that it was basically destroyed by Fang Xie. But in fact, after the death of the previous generation of leaders, penglaizong has actually gone downhill. It seems that after Su Yang took over as the leader of the sect, the strength of the sect was greatly enhanced. He had 800 disciples and was helped by Mu family. It seems that it is not far from Everbright. In fact, in terms of cultivation, penglaizong's strength has fallen below more than one realm.

Su Yang's ability is much worse than that of the previous generation. Even if Mu Xianjun has a high talent, what he learned from Su Yang is limited after all.

After penglaizong returned to Mu mansion, Mu Guangling had a long talk with Mu Xianjun. What he worried about was that Mu Xianjun grew up in such an environment with smooth wind and water and was bumped into heaven, and could not withstand setbacks. At the beginning, he sent Mu Xianjun to Penglai sect because the cultivation of the previous generation was amazing and he didn't care about the identity of Mu Xianjun, which was very beneficial to the growth of Mu Xianjun.

But after Lao Zhangjiao died, the kind of temper that Mu Guangling hoped Mu Xianjun would undergo was gone.

A person is talented, born in a famous family, looks handsome, responds to every call, and is highly praised by others... In fact, seven or eight out of ten such people have been abandoned in any dynasty.

A man of practice makes himself strong and can withstand the pain that ordinary people can't.

But at this time, Mu Xianjun was obviously on the verge of collapse.

The right arm was gone. Although the wound was frozen by Fang Xie's physical strength, the pain was unbearable. When he struggled to stand up, he happened to see Su Yang cut by something. This Shun made Mu Xianjun feel that his heart was half dead. Then he didn't know why he subconsciously looked at the beautiful woman and found that she had got up from the recliner and stretched herself with a curve, and the beautiful eyes were still looking at him, but Fang Xie.

Now Mu Xianjun's state of mind should be that a self righteous winner is trampled by another winner beyond recognition.

"Kill me!"

He roared like a beast with red eyes.

"No"

Fang Xie, who came to him, shook his head: "I won't kill you. With you in my hand, I can leave Dongjiang smoothly."

Mu Xianjun bit his lips, suddenly raised his left hand and inserted it into his heart. When his finger had touched the clothes, he was gripped by Fang Xie. According to the truth, the time he raised his hand should be much shorter than Fang Xie, but it was still not as fast as Fang Xie.

With a bang, Fang Xie smashed a circle on muxianjun's belly. Muxianjun's body flew back like half folded shrimp and hit the wall hard.

A force of Jin Rui rushed into the Dantian gas sea of Mu Xianjun and broke through the gas sea in an instant.

The elixir field is still there, but the internal strength is broken by the golden sharp power of Fang Xie.

"Today..."

Mu Xianjun sat up against the wall with his teeth clenched, bleeding out of his mouth and said, "I will repay the shame you have given me a hundred times in the future!"

The hatred in his eyes was so strong and cruel.

"Don't worry."

Fang Xie walked slowly over and reached out to pick him up: "you can't wait for that day."

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late at night

Mu Guangling suddenly woke up. He had not had a nightmare for many years. He didn't know why he was so embarrassed by the dream. The quilts covered on his body had been soaked with sweat, and his clothes were pasted on his body. He reached out and took a drink from the water cup on the table next to him. The cool water went down his throat. The dry and hot pain in his throat was finally relieved. He hasn't felt like this for a long time since he practiced.

Why do you have such a terrible dream?

Mu Guangling took a deep breath. When he was about to put the cup back, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart: "come and see if the young master is in the house?"

He only slept for less than an hour. Today, the generals of the following battalions counted the number of troops and horses that can be mobilized. He had been looking at these in the first half of the night, and then drew the attack route with his staff in front of the map. All night, he was occupied by military affairs. He didn't think of the stupid things his son might do.

"I hope it will be ok..."

Mu Guangling said a word to himself. He didn't know whether it was because he was distracted or something. The cup in his hand just didn't hold it. He lost his hand and fell down, smashed it on the floor, and the broken porcelain splashed all over the floor. The sound was as crisp as a thunder in the sky, and Mu Guangling trembled slightly.

He was more and more nervous, hurriedly put on his clothes and strode to the door.

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"Who is that couple?"

On the carriage, Mo Congzhi stretched his arms, and the pair of plump breasts were immediately outlined in a beautiful arc. Fang Xie inadvertently turned back just to see this scene, and his eyes couldn't help but be sure. Seeing him looking at his chest, Mo Congzhi's face was slightly red: "look at it again and cut your eyes with a knife!"

Fang Xie Shan smiled and took his eyes back from the beautiful arc with difficulty: "They are the people who carry goods all over the world. The strength of goods all over the world is far beyond people's imagination. Since they can manage the business so large and still hold the handle of most courtiers in their hands, San Jin Hou can still live well. First, it is because the goods all over the world were originally made by the emperor of the Sui Dynasty. Second, it is because San Jin Hou's own cultivation is very high. Third, it is because of goods There are many experts hiding in the sky. "

"No wonder..."

Foam congealed fat suddenly forgot Fang Xie's dishonesty in his eyes. He smiled and said, "it's impossible to make a firm as big as that without some strength in his hand. But I looked at the woman's means very special. The means to kill Su Yang is not a great practice. It's strange, so I'm curious."

"It's not too much to have many strange people in such a huge organization. However, these two people are really the strangest."

Fang Xie said, "before I came here, I asked San Jin Hou to arrange someone to meet me. San Jin Hou mentioned these two people. The man's name is Lian Dan and the woman's name is Xue Mei. Both of them belong to those people who have no spiritual talent but are absolutely strong, like a small waist and Mr. Zhuo."

"Special abilities?"

Mo Congzhi nodded: "sometimes I don't understand how the same people can be so different. There are so many amazing special physiques in this world, as if they have been blessed by God. Even today, if a great practitioner who knows the Ming realm is killed by a person who doesn't understand practice, I'm afraid few people will believe it."

After she sighed, she asked Fang Xie, "didn't San jinhou go to the front yard last night? Why didn't you see him do it?"

"Because he didn't use his hand."

Fang Xie said, "someone in the dark is better after all, so he still doesn't show up. When Mu Guangling found his son lost, I can imagine the mood. We provoked a tiger lying in the eastern Xinjiang for many years. No one knows how mu Guangling will kill him."

"It's you, not us."

The foam curd rubbed the slender, beautiful neck like a white swan and said lazily, "when did you and I become us?"

Fang Xie smiled and said nothing.

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Dongdingcheng

Twelve hundred iron cavalry are ready to go. This has always been a strange team. They are wearing the standard armor of the great Sui army and wearing a blue cloak, but they don't carry the standard weapons of the great Sui Dynasty. They don't see a long name on the winning hook of the war horse, and they don't carry a horizontal knife on their back.

Under the blue cloak, it could be vaguely seen that they were carrying something like a wooden stick on their back, because they were covered, they couldn't see it carefully. On the waist, there was a two foot long short knife hanging on the left, and a cover made of deer skin hanging on the right, with a bent short stick like thing inserted in it.

Mu Guangling strode out of the government house, turned over and jumped on a divine horse, with a gloomy face.

The old housekeeper surnamed Zhou behind him said with some concern: "sir... It's better to leave it to the people below. It's expected that those people don't dare to do anything about the little Grandpa. Most of them are taken as hostages to get out of Dongjiang. If you lead troops out of the city like this, I'm afraid it will cause speculation among the battalions and families below."

"There's no time for this."

Mu Guangling said with a cold face, "of course I'll save my own son!"

He patted the war horse: "look at Shanhaiguan in person. Once you take it, order all battalions to assemble in dongdingcheng immediately. All men and horses must be together within ten days. Those who disobey the military order will be killed immediately!"

"Here"

Lao Zhou answered, looking at the anger on the Duke's face, his heart couldn't help trembling.

For too many years, I haven't seen such a strong and tyrannical anger on the face of this man who is called a true gentleman and the Lord of the good country. Lao Zhou was a little cold in his heart and didn't dare to look at it again.