bdsm-fiction Chapter 15 The Ghost Hand King
Chapter 15 The Ghost Hand King
a little.
Li Cunzhen walked down the mountain along the bluestone path.
Zuo Ruotong had already taken the Thunder Technique and subsequent cultivation methods out of the Scripture Pavilion, but since the Daoist techniques were precious, Li Cunzhen could not take them with him since he was going down the mountain.
It is currently stored in his own meditation room.
He was only going down the mountain to visit Li Muxuan, so he didn't bring much luggage and traveled light.
He only had a map of the town on him.
In addition, to avoid drawing attention to himself, he took off the white Taoist robe that represented his identity as a member of the Trinity Sect and put on the suit he wore when he was in the Lower House.
Thus, he walked on, enjoying the mountain scenery as he went.
After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, Li Cunzhen's body became light and agile, and his leg strength was far beyond that of ordinary people.
Before long, he found the school where Li Muxuan was, following the map.
However, what Li Cunzhen did not expect was...
When he found the place, there wasn't a single person in the entire school.
After asking around, they learned that a famous traveling performer had come to town to perform. Today happened to be a day off, and apart from Dongshan having other things to do, all the students in the school had gone to watch the performance.
Come to think of it, that old man was just a ball juggler, yet he had quite a reputation.
What's his name... Ghost Hand King.
Upon hearing what the neighbors said, Li Cunzhen was first taken aback, and then the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
What a coincidence, I just happened to run into him.
............
at the same time.
The students were on their way to see the Ghost Hand King's performance.
Li Muxuan walked at the back of the group, wearing the same gray jacket as his classmates, and looked somewhat absent-minded.
But only Li Muxuan himself knew that he was actually accumulating true qi.
After entering the town at the foot of the mountain, just as Zuo Ruotong had said, someone taught him the method of foundation building.
That's the schoolteacher dressed in Western style, Dongshan.
It is said that he was once a disciple of the Sanyi Sect, but due to a mishap during practice, his meridians were damaged, he could no longer cultivate, and he began to walk with a limp.
Later, he went down the mountain and went abroad to study.
After completing his studies, he came to this small town to become a teacher.
Although he came with resentment after a month of getting along, Li Muxuan had to admit that following this Mr. Dongshan was by no means a waste of his potential.
In terms of knowledge, he is well-versed in both ancient and modern times, and has a comprehensive understanding of both Chinese and Western learning.
In terms of cultivation, putting aside other aspects, his understanding of Foundation Establishment is at least very thorough.
If it weren't for that accident, he could probably have become a prominent figure.
Li Muxuan was initially somewhat dismissive of Zuo Ruotong's explanation.
A contest?
Are you truly convinced?
Lu Jin and Li Cunzhen learned from you, the Great Immortal of Daying, while I learned from an ordinary Taoist priest from who-knows-where.
If the conditions aren't even equal, how can you claim to be convinced?
What a joke!
But now Li Muxuan understands that, at least at the Foundation Establishment stage, it really doesn't matter whether Dongshan or Zuo Ruotong teaches him.
This doesn't mean that Dongshan and Zuo Ruotong are at roughly the same level.
That's obviously impossible.
But the foundation is the very foundation, and both of them can understand it almost completely.
It's like one is a strong man and the other is a martial arts champion.
The two men's fighting abilities were, of course, vastly different.
But when faced with a three-year-old child, their reactions were exactly the same: instant kill.
When faced with the seemingly childlike question of helping a disciple establish their foundation, Zuo Ruotong acted like a martial arts champion, while Dongshan was a burly man.
There won't be much difference.
In addition, Li Muxuan also had his own quiet room and received special treatment from Dongshan, so he didn't have to attend classes.
Therefore, he, Lu Jin, and Li Cunzhen's terms.
The difference isn't negligible, but it's really not significant.
That's quite fair.
The more this happened, the stronger the resentment in Li Muxuan's heart became.
After all, the more right Zuo Ruotong is, the more it proves that he is wrong.
Li Muxuan, of course, would not admit that he was in the wrong.
He has never missed a chance since he was a child.
Naturally, resentment gradually grew in Li Muxuan's heart.
It's infuriating that Zuo Ruotong, despite being upright and honest, never gave herself a chance.
She resented that Zuo Ruotong, despite being fair and just, insisted on saying that she was inferior to Li Lu.
It is resentful that Zuo Ruotong is willing to spread the teachings, yet it is only he who has found it difficult to become a disciple.
And... I regret not telling the truth in the House of Commons back then.
What Li Muxuan himself was unwilling to admit was that, in the end, all he resented was that Zuo Ruotong valued Li Cunzhen and Lu Jin more than he valued himself.
He vowed to prove himself in the competition two months later.
In my mind.
Suddenly, a childish voice rang out from ahead.
"Li Muxuan! What are you daydreaming about!"
"Hurry up!"
"The Ghost Hand King is back! He'll be closing up shop by the time you get there!"
The urging voices of his classmates pulled Li Muxuan out of his tranquil and serene state.
Li Muxuan only entered the Divine Transformation Realm yesterday under the guidance of Dongshan, and has now accumulated more than 1,200 breaths of true qi.
He didn't want to watch this so-called "Ghost Hand King" performance.
We must make the most of every minute and second during these three months.
However, Dongshan could see that he harbored a great deal of resentment and was not suited to seclusion for too long, so he specially asked him to come out and move around.
Li Muxuan respected Dongshan greatly, and since he also realized that something was wrong with him, he agreed.
After all, the purpose of this trip was to relax, so Li Muxuan didn't mind being woken up by his classmate. He just said "oh" and quickly followed.
Upon arriving at the destination, Li Muxuan saw a group of people gathered together, surrounding an old man so tightly that he couldn't get through.
The old man was dressed simply, with several patches on his clothes.
His face was full of wrinkles, and he had very little hair. From a distance, one might even mistake him for being bald.
This is the famous Ghost Hand King.
The presentation wasn't very good, but these days people can't even feed themselves, so where would they get the money to tip these street performers? It's understandable.
Li Muxuan paid no attention and focused his gaze on the small spheres surrounding Ghost Hand King.
Ghost Hand King threw out several small balls, but instead of landing as expected, they swayed left and right and shook up and down, as if they were alive.
Finally, Ghost Hand King made the ball stop in mid-air and then slammed it to the ground.
These small balls have excellent elasticity, bouncing up again after landing, with some even landing at the feet of several onlookers.
But whenever a brave child went to pick it up, the little ball would roll away on its own, and none of them would end up in the child's hands.
This ball-handling move was so novel that the people around cheered.
Finally, Ghost Hand King put away the small ball.
Like a typical street performer, he clasped his hands in a fist salute to the onlookers.
grin.
"It's just a trivial skill... I'm afraid I'll make a fool of myself in front of you gentlemen."
As he spoke, he seemed to have discovered something and exchanged a glance with Li Muxuan in the crowd.
This was the first time Ghost Hand King, who had ever traveled the world, had ever seen a child of Li Muxuan's age with such an expression in his eyes.
While watching their own performance.
There was no surprise or excitement in his eyes, only a thirst for knowledge to understand the principles behind them.
With this kind of ambition, if he could cultivate himself, he would definitely be a promising talent.
Moreover, he seemed to have figured something out.
Ghost Hand King counted the balls in his bag and, sure enough, one was missing.
"interesting."
He sighed inwardly, memorized Li Muxuan's face, then withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.