Chapter 58: Just Missing Liu Mai Shen Jian, and the “Duan Yu” Template Will Be Complete!
Fang Han’s current template was: Beiming shengong complete, Lingbo weibu complete, Zhuhá lingdan, Taizu changquan, and Sui Feng jianfa!
If he could obtain Liù Mài Shén Jiàn, he would essentially have no shortcomings. truly existed. That alone showed how hidden this divine martial art was.
If not for Jiumozhi’s assault, demanding the Liù Mài Shén Jiàn jing, when Tianlong Temple monks could not resist, Duan Zhengming would never have been allowed to study even one vein of the sword qi.
Yet even then, he had no choice but to take tonsure and become a monk.
Even within the Dali Duan clan, that was the only way to practice this sword scripture.
How could outsiders ever hope to covet it?
Jiumozhi had tried every trick—first offering to trade three of Shaolin’s seventy-two supreme techniques, and when refused, he tried to pressure the monks with force, eventually fighting outright.
But even when defeated, they would rather burn the scripture than let it be passed outside!
Thus, though Fang Han longed for Liù Mài Shén Jiàn, he only considered it something to pursue if the opportunity arose.
If there was a chance, he would seize it. If not, then let it be.
To seize it by force was never in Fang Han’s plan.
That would be far too foolish—the Duan clan was still the royal house of a kingdom.
Even a small country, a nation’s strength was not something one man could resist.
Fang Han was training martial arts, not cultivating immortality—he could not withstand such pressure.
Back at Wuliang Sword Sect, when faced with over two hundred members, if it had truly come to a fight, he would have had to retreat—there was no way to fight head-on.
How then could he resist the might of an entire nation?
Luckily, Liù Mài Shén Jiàn was not the only option.
He knew of many opportunities.
Without Liù Mài Shén Jiàn, there were still other martial fortunes that could serve as substitutes.
Therefore, if he could obtain Liù Mài Shén Jiàn
, all the better.If not, so be it.
Go with the flow, but never force it.
Fang Han put away his thoughts and rose to go outside.
The small courtyard outside was filled with a few flowers and plants. A faint fragrance drifted through the air. With just one breath, he felt his spirit refreshed.
Stretching his body slightly, he leapt lightly into the courtyard and began practicing Taizu changquan!
This boxing style, if nothing else, had wide and open movements that were excellent for circulating qi through the body.
Now, with Fang Han’s body brimming with Beiming zhenqi, though Taizu changquan was not especially profound, in his hands it carried a vast momentum, fists and winds surging!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
One full set done, he still was not satisfied, and practiced it several more times. His punches grew faster and faster, increasingly majestic!
Only after a long time did he finally withdraw his qi and exhale a long breath.
His whole body’s blood and qi surged like boiling water, yet no sweat came out. Instead, he felt incomparably refreshed.
Closing his eyes, he quietly contemplated the essence of the boxing he had just practiced, faintly realizing something.
This Taizu changquan—he might have reached the stage of Great Achievement!
Though it was only a sudden insight, the more he thought about it, the more certain he became.
He did not find it strange. He had trained this Taizu changquan for half a lifetime—decades!
From Small Achievement to Great Achievement now was not such a surprising thing.
“Fang big brother~”
A distant call drew Fang Han back from his thoughts.
“Fang big brother, have you finished your practice?”
Cheng Lingsu entered from outside the courtyard, her bright, clear eyes shining with joy.
These past two days, Fang Han had been cultivating inner force in seclusion. She had not seen him and felt somewhat unsettled.
Now, seeing him, her heart filled with delight.
Fang Han looked at her, eyes smiling.
He walked forward, gently wrapped an arm around her slender waist, lowered his head to breathe in her faint, unique herbal fragrance, and felt comforted. He replied, “I’ve finished practicing, and even gained some insights. Lingsu, don’t worry.”
Hearing this, Cheng Lingsu revealed a look of joy, happy for him. Resting her head lightly against his chest, she gave a soft “mm.”
The two lingered for a moment. Then Cheng Lingsu said warmly: “Fang big brother, you haven’t eaten in two days. You must be hungry. I’ve made some of your favorites—let’s go to the front courtyard~”
Fang Han chuckled: “When have you not cooked my favorites?”
That was the truth. Cheng Lingsu knew his tastes well, and every day prepared meals that suited him.
Cheng Lingsu smiled shyly. The two spoke as they left the small courtyard, heading toward the front hall.
The table was already laid with steaming dishes, fragrant in the air. Zhong Ling was sitting there, legs dangling, waiting.
The moment she saw Fang Han, her eyes lit up and she called sweetly: “Aiya, big brother~ you’ve come out of seclusion!”
When the little girl smiled, two dimples appeared on her round cheeks, making her look as bright as a flower, lovely to behold.
Fang Han had a fondness for this little girl too—lively and cheerful like a happy fruit. No one could help but like her.
He answered her, then sat down.
Seeing the steaming dishes, he realized he truly was hungry.
Though his body was brimming with Beiming zhenqi and he could go several days without food and still remain energetic, he was still flesh and blood, not a man who could fast for years.
Having gone without food for two days, and now seeing dishes cooked exactly to his taste, he could not resist.
But noticing only Zhong Ling present, and not Mu Wanqing, Fang Han asked: “How is that Miss Mu doing? Any better?”
Zhong Ling nodded eagerly: “Mu-jiejie just woke up earlier, she’s much better now.”
Cheng Lingsu’s eyes grew subtly complicated, recalling earlier matters, but she said nothing of it. She only added gently: “I just changed her bandages and gave her some light medicinal food. She needs to rest now.”
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