Any martial arts appears out of thin air and is created by people.

Chu Tang hummed but said nothing.

Seeing that Chu Tang was really giving up, Marquis Nanqing calmed down and said: "Boss Chu, you just said that those are internal skills and mental methods, but some experiences. It is not harmful to him to see it. It is said that there will be nothing wrong with it."

Realize it and enhance his current martial arts. Even if he needs it, considering your situation, can you keep it for you and have no chance to find a suitable successor for it?"

Although there is no veil under your face, it is covered with stains of blood and mud. Chu Tang can still see your face clearly, and can only see your tightly closed eyes.

Chu Tang took it casually and felt it was very heavy. He took a look at it and found that there was something ordinary about it, not just a dead branch.

It can be seen that the ancients did not create martial arts by imitating nature.

"That is your master's lifelong effort!" Yu Xiangchen's deep voice sounded, "Your master once said that although my martial arts talent is low, I am naturally sensitive to all things in the world and good at imitating them, so I spent decades of energy creating

That "Natural Heart Sutra" means learning from nature. It is also the origin of the name of your troupe."

"Oh!" Nan Qinghou remembered something and took out two things from his pocket.

Chu Tang nodded, took the torch, and pushed it forward to illuminate more places for Chang Xiaoming.

When inquiring about the news, Nanqinghou wept while listening. He was so excited that he almost went crazy again.

Why am I so sure?

"Why?" Chu Tang was very puzzled when he saw that I was indeed fake.

Later, after several years of evolution, various martial arts were formed.

While Chu Tang was in a daze, Marquis Nanqing, who had arranged the appearance of everyone underground, silently carried us into the pit. Then he picked up the shovel Chu Tang found, waved it around, and shoveled the soil one by one to fill it again.

Next.

After hearing this, Chu Tang smiled bitterly and said: "Da Ming, since it is the most important treasure of his master's sect, you should keep it secret, just to let you know."

"Of course...could it be..." Chu Tang vaguely remembered the skills of our master mentioned by Chang Xiaoming.

There are few trees and many grass and vines on the hills, and there are no small or big graves and pits.

Chu Tang wanted to give me a shovel as a tool, and Marquis Nanqing also wanted it, so he dug out my fellow disciple with both hands.

Obviously, the guards of Zhao Ziyu's house didn't hold back, let alone show mercy to the jade. We took advantage of it and made a man as beautiful as a flower disappear and die in a foreign land!

Here, I saw a discarded shovel in the grass next to me, so I took it over to help Nan Qinghou dig.

Nan Qinghou thought for a while and said: "There is nothing yet, he will wait for you to come."

When he was in Dongcheng, he impulsively agreed to return to Qingcheng with Chang Xiaoming to help my disciples collect the corpses.

It can be seen that the mental method summarized by our master is indeed extraordinary!

Being buried in a mass grave is a small thing.

Chu Tang took a closer look and saw that they were two dead branches of trees below!

I saw this cyan figure.

Just when Chu Tang thought that Yu Xiangchen would go straight to the mass graves in the city, passing by the west of the city, I actually pulled Chu Tang to a common people's yard, and even touched him and crawled under his bed!

At the foot of the mountain, he found a freshly dug pit. Nanqinghou suddenly shouted: "That's it! It's not that!"

Shaking his head hastily, Chu Tang said: "You have practiced your own martial arts, but I was distracted."

"Your home?" Chu Tang was confused, "Jujube tree? He means... your yard in Shi County?"

Chu Tang watched everything silently. It wasn't until Marquis Nanqing regained some strength that I walked over and asked, "Daming, will you bury us here like that?"

Chu Tang went over and picked up the torch and stuck it in the ground to illuminate Yu Xiangchen.

I choked up.

Mass graves in the west of the city!

Each one is about eight inches long, no bigger than your thumb.

Chu Tang was surprised that Nan Qinghou was so open-minded.

There are a lot of words, and no one’s name is included, not even the name of the person who set up the tomb.

After doing all that, Nanqinghou knelt behind the grave and kowtowed several times before lying on the ground, looking paralyzed from exhaustion.

In the light of the fire, Chu Tang recognized the seven small characters below - "Natural Heart Sutra".

"What's hidden under there?" Chu Tang guessed, "Where is that outside? How does Marquis Nanqing know there's nothing there?"

"That one?" Nan Qinghou didn't have another piece of dead branch in his hand, so I shook it towards Chu Tang and threw it over.

It’s less convenient than hard work!
Chapter completed!