Chapter 5

"Qing Shu, what is your wish?"

The sky was already approaching dusk, and in a small courtyard on Wudang Mountain, two young Taoist boys with clear features were practicing their horse stances. One was Mo Li, and the other was Song Yuanqiao's beloved son, Song Qingshu.

At this moment, Song Qingshu was just a five-year-old child, far from the future Jade-Faced Meng Chang. Upon hearing Mo Li's words, he thought for a moment and said, "Candy skewers!"

"It seems you got it right this time. You also said candy skewers the other day."

Mo Li nodded with a smile and said, "Wait a moment, I'll fulfill your wish right away!"

With that, he stopped practicing and ran into the house. After a short while, he came out with a candy skewer wrapped in oil paper and said, "Look what I have!"

"Really, candy skewers!"

Song Qingshu cheered and ran straight to Mo Li, snatching the candy skewer and said, "Junior Brother, thank you!"

Mo Li smiled without a word, watching quietly as Song Qingshu finished the candy skewer, enjoying his satisfied smile. However, after waiting for a while, there was still no notification of the task completion on the screen!

Well, the 32nd attempt failed again!

Mo Li's smile instantly disappeared, and his clear little face turned into a bitter gourd. What on earth is this Song Qingshu's wish?

The system was vague, only saying it was his wish. Mo Li didn't know if it was this little Song Qingshu's wish or the future grown-up Song Qingshu's wish, so he decided to start with the little one.

However, over the past two months, he had tried to probe from various angles, and this little Song Qingshu's wishes changed every day. Some days he wanted to sleep in, some days he wanted to eat delicious food, and some days he wanted to play. Mo Li tried to fulfill all of them.

Fortunately, in the eyes of the Seven Heroes, Mo Li was a pitiful child with a tragic background and serious injuries, so all his requests were granted. This allowed Mo Li to fulfill Song Qingshu's every wish, but unfortunately, this little Song Qingshu was too cunning, deceiving him for food and drinks every day, and it was all for nothing...

Would he have to wait until he grew up and helped him marry Zhou Zhiruo? How many years would that take?

Mo Li pondered in his heart. Seeing Mo Li's unhappy expression, Song Qingshu approached and said, "Junior Brother, what's wrong? Do you want to eat candy skewers too? I'll ask my father tonight, and he'll definitely buy some for you tomorrow."

In Song Qingshu's eyes, Mo Li was now even closer than his own father!

"No need, I'm just a bit tired."

Mo Li sighed and said, "Let's continue practicing."

Song Qingshu nodded, and the two continued their horse stances.

This basic skill, the original owner had practiced for a year before coming to the mountain, so it wasn't difficult for Mo Li now. As for his injuries, they had largely healed ten days ago, thanks to the Seven Heroes' care. They gave him wild ginseng over a hundred years old, formed polygonum, and snow mountain poria, as if they were free. His internal injuries had already been mostly healed by Zhang Sanfeng's supreme true qi, and the medicinal power of these precious herbs was more than enough.

However, it wasn't a waste. He had recently been cultivating the Yi Jing Bone Strengthening Chapter, and with the help of these medicines, his progress was astonishing. In just over ten days, he had already achieved a minor success. At this rate, it wouldn't take more than a year or two to reach the major success stage.

The two brothers continued their horse stances until Song Yuanqiao returned. The three then went to the dining hall for dinner. When they returned, before Mo Li could return to his room, Song Yuanqiao said, "Li'er, don't leave yet, come with me."

Mo Li was stunned, not understanding. Could it be because he had repeatedly covered for Song Qingshu's sneaking around to play and sleep in, and now he was in trouble?

His heart raced, but he showed no expression and followed along.

Song Yuanqiao sat in the main seat, looking solemn, which made Mo Li even more nervous.

"Li'er, how long have you been on the mountain?" Song Yuanqiao asked.

"Uncle Yin said this morning that I've been on the mountain for two and a half months," Mo Li answered honestly.

"Two and a half months..."

Song Yuanqiao nodded slightly and said, "Do you remember what I told you that day? When you entered the Wudang sect, you must not commit evil deeds and must not betray the sect. Now I ask you again, can you abide by these rules?"

Commit evil deeds, betray the sect?

Mo Li was confused. He had only helped Song Qingshu achieve a few not-so-proper wishes; it couldn't possibly be related to the sect rules, right?

He said hesitantly, "Master, I only helped Senior Brother Qingshu skip practice twice and sleep in three times. I don't think... I don't think that violates the sect rules, right?"

If he was expelled from the mountain for such trivial matters, that would be a big joke!

"Who asked you about these things!"

Song Yuanqiao laughed and said, "I'm asking you if you are willing to abide by the sect rules and remain a Wudang disciple. You've been on the mountain for quite some time. If you find the mountain life too poor, I can give you a chance to choose again."

When he said the last two sentences, Song Yuanqiao's tone became much more serious.

It had to be said that life on the mountain was indeed tough. After Mo Li's injuries healed, he had experienced it for over ten days. He had to get up before dawn to practice, read books and write after breakfast, and practice again in the afternoon and evening, just like the final year of high school in the future.

Most children couldn't endure it, and Song Qingshu often wanted to skip out!

However, this was a world of martial arts, and Wudang Mountain had a great martial arts master, which many people aspired to join. Mo Li would be crazy to leave the mountain!

Not to mention, he still had a mission to complete!

He said without hesitation, "Master, as a Wudang disciple, I will abide by the sect rules and will never leave the mountain!"

"Good!"

Song Yuanqiao praised, "That's the way a direct descendant of the Mo family in Hanyang should be. If you fear hardship and fatigue, how can you be entrusted with the legacy of Wudang?"

Entrusted with the legacy of Wudang?

Mo Li was stunned, and Song Yuanqiao said, "Today, I will teach you the supreme Wudang skill, the Pure Yang Wuji Gong. This skill was created by your grandmaster and is the foundation of our Wudang sect. It can only be personally taught to direct disciples. Today, I will teach you, and you must swear never to teach it to outsiders!"

"Yes!"

Mo Li was overjoyed and said without hesitation, "Disciple Mo Li swears to the heavens that if I ever reveal the supreme martial arts of the sect, I will suffer an untimely death!"

The Pure Yang Wuji Gong, Song Yuanqiao's generosity was indeed impressive, starting with the supreme skill of the Wudang sect!

This skill was no less powerful than the Nine Yin or Nine Yang, created by Old Zhang combining parts of the Nine Yang Divine Skill with various Daoist principles and decades of refinement, forming a world-class divine skill!

Old Zhang had been the world's number one for decades, and his disciples were all famous martial arts experts, showing its power!

Cultivating this skill would ensure at least the status of a Wudang elder, a renowned figure in the martial world.

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