Martial Cultivator

In the next half month, summer gradually entered Shendu, because the disappearance of the young guardian envoy made Shendu feel a lot calmer at the moment.

Although some people are still talking about His Highness the Crown Prince's determination, and even make a lot of concessions, this time His Highness the Crown Prince is extremely determined. Not only did he reject the concessions with a letter, but even those who wanted to threaten His Highness the Crown Prince with dismissal from office were all allowed. Therefore, Recently, a sudden increase in the number of officials leaving Shendu.

But all this indicates that after the departure of Emperor Daliang, the Daliang Dynasty will not return to what it was when Emperor Lingzong was alive, but will continue the will of Emperor Daliang and keep moving forward.

Among the historians, the youngest historian in the Liang Dynasty for more than two hundred years is still a teenager, but his eyebrows are extremely calm, and he has the aura of the Taishi Ling back then. Today, the new Taishi Ling is wearing a loose t-shirt. The official robe walked into the History Pavilion, sat down in front of the window, then slowly unfolded a scroll, dipped his pen in ink, and wrote down the recent events in the history books.

He had a calm expression, was slow to write, and was extremely solemn. As a historian, he knew very well what responsibilities he shouldered. This was something his father had taught him since he was a child, so he was extra attentive and vowed to write every word. All fall into place.

After less than half an hour, the young Taishi Ling had already written most of the writing in front of him. He had almost written about the recent events, and the last thing to write about was what happened in the dynasty that day.

The young Taishi Ling held his breath and began to write slowly. Finally, he wrote down clearly what happened that day. However, when it came to the final summary, the young historian hesitated.

The writing of history is ruthless, and historians must also try to be ruthless, so that future generations can see the most authentic past in those words, and see the history that is clear and unadulterated by any bias or emotion.

The young Taishi Ling stopped writing and looked out the window, with mixed emotions in his eyes. His life was saved by Chen Chao, but at this moment, did he really want to write something in this history that seemed ordinary but was actually biased?

The young Taishi Ling looked out the window and murmured, "Father, if you were here, you wouldn't be so entangled, right?"

This sentence he muttered to himself was destined to go unanswered. The young Tai Shi Ling shook his head, came back to his senses, held the history pen in his hand, and wrote softly

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince issued a decree to the great dynasty, granting the guardianship of Chen Chaoqian the power. Chen Chao has become the most powerful official in Daliang for more than 200 years..."

"In the annals of history, most of the powerful officials will remain infamy for thousands of years..."

"This dynasty..."

The young Taishi Ling looked at the two words in front of him and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief and wrote down a few words.

"It should be different."

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Chen Chao has been in seclusion for nearly a month. The three disciples outside the bamboo building are worried. Song Lian appears to be more stable. He occasionally enters the bamboo building to take a look and knows that Chen Chao is still alive, but his breath is getting worse. He is getting weaker and weaker. When I went to see him the day before yesterday, Chen Chao had already fallen to the level of Lingtai. If this continues, Chen Chao will be no different from an ordinary person.

However, the more this happened, the less worried Song Lian became. After all, it was normal for him to fall to one or two realms. If he fell to an ordinary person, it would be a bit like re-cultivating San Gong.

This kind of thing is usually some secret method of the monks of the three religions. Although I don't know how Chen Chao can do this, Song Lian is already used to it.

As long as people live, that's fine.

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Chen Chao in the Bamboo House has been looking inside himself for a month. Now the young martial artist has maintained the operation of one hundred and eight furnaces in his body, and has finally completed the first stage, which is to gather all the breath in his body. In his body, a total of one hundred and eight furnaces have absorbed all the breath in his body at this moment. At this moment, Chen Chao is no different from ordinary people in a certain situation.

Chen Chao, a young warrior floating on the dry "river", looked at the furnaces around him, breathed a long sigh of relief, sat down cross-legged, and began to connect his mind with the one hundred and eight furnaces wholeheartedly.

By the way, Chen Chao sensed the changes in the aura in the furnace, but Chen Chao soon encountered sadness. Although these auras were spread throughout his meridians, the amount of aura in each place was different, and together with the requirements of each furnace, Real fire is different too.

In just half a day, almost thirty furnaces had accidents after Chen Chao started refining them. The auras of those furnaces were rolling, and there was a feeling that they were about to break through the sky. Chen Chao even felt that at that moment, his His body was about to explode.

After he finally stabilized the more than 30 furnaces, he soon found that dozens of furnaces were dead and without any improvement.

Chen Chao frowned and went to adjust the real fire needed there.

By the time he completely resolved these matters, almost half a month had passed.

Although it is common for monks to go into seclusion for a year and a half, for a martial artist like Chen Chao, he has been in seclusion for more than a month now, which is not a short time for him.

However, Chen Chao could not feel the passage of time. The young warrior was now immersed in it and was only sensing the changes in his body.

The legacy of the Taoist master, the mysterious white mist, the scattered sword energy, and even the martial arts insights of the three most powerful warriors. To Chen Chao, he seemed to be a bag for the first half of his life. I stuff good things into my bag, but if I stuff too much, the things inside will be messy, and some things will even be crushed by other things.

When you take it out again, it will no longer be the same thing as before.

There are only two ways to solve this matter. The first is to take out these things and place them carefully again, as orderly as possible.

But obviously this method is not suitable now.

After that there was only one other way.

That is to completely smash these things, integrate them, and transform them into something brand new.

Reinvention is hard.

In fact, Chen Chao also faced many choices in the past days.

For example, following Bai Wu's secret method of practice, embarking on a martial arts path that is now discontinued but has been proven correct in the past.

For example, choosing to accept the legacy of the Taoist master and become a Taoist monk.

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But these are not what Chen Chao wants. He doesn't want this. He knows that today's martial arts is a dead end, and he just wants to continue to move forward on this road.

There is no way ahead, so I will find a way by myself. Now that the so-called martial arts is cut off, it will be up to me to reopen this martial arts road.

No need for a previous life path.

The current road, with me, is the strongest road.