Chapter 122: The old man is just abolished, not dead

Evening, Ruoshui Ju.

Inside a bedroom.

Zhuang Buran lay leisurely on the bed, without a trace of decadence from losing all his martial arts.

He exclaimed in wonder:

"As expected of me, even if I abolish my martial arts, I still have a backup plan. The injury to the meridians only needs to be recuperated."

"As for the 'Three Elements Combined' I created, it is actually more appropriate to call it 'Three Elements Combined'."

"It seems to be the fusion of the long-lasting internal energy of the Wind Leg, the rigidity of the Cloud Palm, and the coldness of the Frost Fist, and it is named after this."

"In fact, it is not to teach the three disciples everything, but to keep one point for each of them, so it is called 'Three Elements Combined', which is a blatant mockery. It is really something I would do."

"If this skill is completed, it will have the miraculous effect of sealing acupoints and stopping bleeding, and removing decay and generating muscle. If it is completely fused and returned to one, the internal energy will be inexhaustible and the strength will be unparalleled."

"If you practice the skill to the realm of great success through the method of breaking and then establishing, you can achieve it."

Zhuang Buran sneered in his heart:

"It's a pity that man proposes, God disposes. Even if I have the heart to retire and have a backup plan, it won't be long before the rebellious disciple comes to seek revenge!"

His mind suddenly sank into the depths of his eyebrows, and an ethereal and illusory half-body Arhat statue shook out a divine sound:

"Caring for all living beings and giving joy is called 'Ci' (Compassion); pitying all living beings and removing suffering is called 'Bei' (Mercy). Entering the world to save people, revealing compassion, should repay the 'God Foot Power', wishing you not to forget your original intention and achieve the Bodhisattva fruit."

Zhuang Buran's smile became more intense:

"Body as you wish, following your heart, is called 'God Foot'. 'God' refers to the mind, 'God Foot' is the mind having wonderful power."

"If 'God Foot Power' is discussed concretely, it can be divided into four levels. The first level is flying like a bird, the second level is moving far away to make it near, the third level is disappearing here and appearing there, and the fourth level is arriving as soon as you think of it."

"Based on the mind I have cultivated over many lives, without using internal energy or True Qi, it seems that I can easily achieve the second level of moving far away to make it near."

"With the ability to walk on clouds and travel a thousand miles a day, and the power to cross the water without wetting the soles of my feet."

A hint of playfulness appeared in his eyes:

"It seems I don't need to forcibly capture the essence of heaven and earth to repair my meridians. Then I'll practice the 'Black Heaven Book'. Anyway, someone likes to be nosy."

The next day.

Zhuang Buran lay lazily in the courtyard, feeling something, the corners of his mouth raised. After about two or three incense sticks of time, the sound of horse hooves rang out in the courtyard.

Immediately, a young girl ran into the courtyard in a hurry. She was wearing a plain long skirt, her skin was like snow, her eyebrows were like paintings, and a pair of apricot eyes were as clear as water, with a bit of innocence, but also hidden sadness.

"Dad!"

As soon as Zhuang Buran stood up, the girl threw herself into his arms and cried bitterly.

He didn't speak, just patted the back of this familiar yet strange daughter to comfort her, his eyes stunned, as if recalling someone.

"I have already fulfilled my promise. From now on, you will depend on each other with your daughter and spend your old age in peace." Wuming walked in front of Zhuang Buran.

"Old brother Wuming, you have seen it too. My martial arts are abolished, and this daughter has been pampered since she was a child. You wouldn't want us, an old one and a young one, to move boxes of wealth from the carriage outside into the house, would you?"

When Youruo heard this, she hurriedly raised her head from Zhuang Buran's arms and wiped the tears from her face:

"Dad, I can do it, so don't trouble Senior Wuming."

"Old brother Wuming, look at how obedient and sensible my daughter is. You have the heart to let her..."

Before Zhuang Buran finished speaking, Wuming interrupted helplessly:

"Brother Xiong, no need to say more, I will help you."

"Senior, I'll help you." As soon as Youruo opened her mouth, she heard her father laugh:

"Don't add to the chaos. Bringing some good wine and food from Zhonghua Pavilion is the right thing to do."

"Old brother Wuming has been a great kindness to my father, and he has worked hard to pick you up. How can I not have a drink with him to express my gratitude that is hard to tell."

When Youruo heard this, she nodded immediately and walked out of the inner courtyard quickly. When she walked into the inner courtyard with a food box in each hand, she saw her father lying leisurely on the chair, and couldn't help but look around and ask:

"Dad, where is Senior Wuming?"

"I just said that staying in Zhonghua Pavilion is boring, so why not live in seclusion in Ruoshui Ju with me? He immediately said he had some important matters to deal with and turned his head and left."

Zhuang Buran shook his head:

"I turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch."

Youruo looked at her father's lazy and casual posture now, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Dad, daughter found that your personality has changed a lot. Senior Wuming clearly feels that if he lives in seclusion here with you, he will have to be a cow and a horse, so that Zhonghua Pavilion will be taken away by you as a matter of course."

Zhuang Buran said leisurely:

"When you have power in your hands, you should not show your joy or anger. When you live in seclusion, you should be happy or angry, all following your own heart."

"Seeing you like this, I only feel that the days to come will be more at ease and fulfilling, unlike before, when I often felt frightened." Youruo smiled sincerely.

"Hehe, you still want to rely on your father for the rest of your life?" Zhuang Buran raised his eyebrows.

Youruo asked back coquettishly:

"That's natural. You are my dad, I am your daughter, shouldn't I provide for you in your old age?"

"That's a pity." Zhuang Buran sighed lightly.

"What's a pity?" Youruo didn't understand.

"The wealth I specially asked old brother Wuming to move can't be used as a dowry!"

Youruo stomped her feet: "Dad!"

Five days later.

Father and daughter walked in the bamboo forest, and Youruo heard her father's various plans, first from where to start digging the bamboo forest, changing it to a place for planting peach trees, and what kind of wine cellar to make.

She listened and felt something was wrong, and hurriedly interrupted:

"Dad, you said so much, you wouldn't just plan to talk about it, and leave all other things for me to do, right?"

"If I remember correctly, someone had a filial heart and wanted to provide for the old man in his old age. I didn't expect that it had only been a few days..." Zhuang Buran pretended to be heartbroken.

"Daughter will do it."

Youruo obviously saw it, but finally agreed.

Zhuang Buran's expression suddenly changed, and he smiled:

"That's right, it just so happens that your 'Broken Sword Technique' can be used to cut bamboo."

"Okay, okay, okay, you are happy."

Zhuang Buran felt something inexplicably, and said with a smile:

"It doesn't bother you, someone is coming to help the old man cut bamboo."

Youruo's pretty face flashed a trace of doubt, but seeing her father's interest in continuing to talk about the various arrangements of the bamboo forest, she didn't ask any more questions.

After a cup of tea, a figure rushed over and landed in front of the father and daughter.

He was wearing a dark red battle robe, his facial contours were as sharp as a knife, his eyebrows were like swords, his eyes were as sharp as cold stars, and he held a pitch-black giant sword upside down.

"Senior Brother Yun, my dad's martial arts have been abolished, and he will never do evil again."

As soon as Youruo saw the person, her face changed greatly, and she said anxiously:

"Besides, he has already made up his mind to repent and turn over a new leaf. I beg you to show mercy and let him go."

"Youruo, step back."

Zhuang Buran raised his hand and blocked her behind him.

"Even if you have a thousand faults, you are still my dad." Youruo was firm:

"If anyone wants to kill you, they must kill me first."

"I let you step back because you are a burden now!" Zhuang Buran walked forward a few steps and asked with a smile:

"The old man is just abolished, not dead. With just you, you want to take revenge?"

"Xiongba, the blood debt you owe should be repaid!"

Bu Jingyun said coldly, and just as he was about to swing his sword, a breeze blew, and a figure appeared in front of him.

He had a handsome face, gentle eyebrows, long hair over his shoulders, and a long sword on his back.

"Senior Brother Yun, Senior Wuming is right. Xiongba has already repented. Even if you kill him now, it will be of no avail."

"Killing the old man, although it is of no avail, is exceptionally relieving!" Zhuang Buran smiled:

"The three disciples I accepted, the second disciple's temperament is the most similar to my former self, decisive in killing, killing people's lives at the slightest, and destroying people's families at the worst."

"Nie Feng, why don't you get out of the way and let him take this blood feud."

Immediately, not only was Youruo stunned, but Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun were also the same.

If it weren't for the fact that the black-robed old man who was relatively lazy in front of him had no internal energy at all, they would have almost thought that Wuming's words about retiring from the Jianghu were ghost stories to fool people.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 123 =====