Huo Du's Notes

Just after the three-year period was over, the warriors who accompanied me to the Song Dynasty followed my father's order and came to Shaolin to pick me up and go back to Mongolia.

Although the life on the mountain is extremely poor, I feel very reluctant to make new friendships, and I really wanted to delay it for another three to five years.

But it wasn't until I was half-carried down the mountain and left that I realized I was naive again.

How could the arm be twisted over the thigh.

It is estimated that my father was willing to let me leave Mongolia to come to Song Dynasty three years ago, not because of my filial piety, but because of reasons I don't know.

The return journey is also much faster than when we came, half a month has arrived.

But what surprised me was that my father, who was already a semi-independent family, returned to the tent of his grandfather Zamuhe, and the atmosphere in the tribe became a little delicate.

This is not what I care about. Now that I know the ending that the old man will lose, I still say the same thing - stay away from danger.

The arrival of Jinlun Fawang is undoubtedly an excellent opportunity.

I don't want to practice martial arts with him according to the plot in the original book, or I don't want to establish a deep emotional chain with him. After all, if this happens, many things will be out of my control in the future.

I even thought that once this happened, I might really follow him to Zhongnan Mountain to force the little dragon girl to marry me like in the original book...

However, the lesser of two evils.

Compared with these remote things, it is undoubtedly more dangerous to stay in the tribe and get involved in any inter-tribal struggle that may occur at any time.

And I have no other better choice.

But this made my father very dissatisfied.

When he sent me away at the beginning, it was because of my filial piety, but to lighten the burden on the rear, so that he could fully prepare for the old man's great cause.

Not only me, but the young children and grandchildren of my uncles and uncles were also sent away and returned when they were in their teens.

A ten-year-old Mongolian boy is already ready to fight against the enemy, and we were taken back for only one purpose, as fresh blood in the tribe to enrich the army of the tribe.

My father was very satisfied with my childhood performance. I thought that I would definitely grow into an excellent fighter when I came back.

But when I returned to the tribe, I didn't have the slightest interest in fighting, and I still chanted sutras in the morning and evening, and I fasted on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, which made my father extremely dissatisfied.

My father beat me several times, it was really beating!If I hadn't had the Nine Suns Divine Art body protection, I would probably have been beaten to death or disabled...

However, I still do not want to repent.

In desperation, my father had no choice but to let me practice martial arts with King Jinlun Fawang, hoping that this eminent monk who respects martial arts can gradually correct the bad habits that I have been cultivated by the monks of the Southern Dynasty.

So, less than half a year after I left Shaolin Temple, I started a new practice journey with King Jinlun.

I also officially started my martial arts career.

Although there are monks in Shaolin Temple, they are always based on Buddhism. A sojourner like me, who is not even a lay disciple, can at most learn one or two sets of boxing techniques for strengthening the body.

Jinlun Fawang is different, he can be said to be a complete martial idiot.

When I first started practicing with him, I even complained to myself that if he met the old naughty boy Zhou Botong now, maybe they could become good friends...

But this is a good thing for me, Huo Dou is very talented in the original book, I have inherited his body, and I have the foundation of the Nine Suns Manual of Shaolin Temple for three years.

Even my senior brother, who has always been very talented, is envious of me. Although the master didn't say anything, he is getting closer to the senior brother in his strictness towards me.

Speaking of my senior brother, Gu Yang, he is really a good person, with good talent, not to mention all-round talents in civil and military affairs, he is courteous to his master, and he also takes good care of me as a junior.

If we can get to know Jue Yuan, the two will definitely become good friends. No wonder Jinlun Fawang wants to pass on the mantle to him, and he will still think about him when he gets old.

I just don't know if he escaped the threat of peanut allergy and whether he can live a safe life from now on.

After getting along for just half a year, I sincerely hope that he will be safe and sound.

Perhaps in this way, with this favorite disciple inheriting the mantle, Jinlun Dharma King will not be involved in many subsequent turmoil.

The Condor Shooting and Divine Condors can relax a lot without this big enemy.

In the next two years, when I traveled and practiced with my master among various tribes in Mongolia, I was fortunate enough to meet the future hero Guo several times.

He is indeed like the book said, more than ordinary people, um, honest, honest, simple and honest.

No one is perfect, according to the results of my careful observation, this student Guo Jing is good at everything, but his only flaw is his IQ.

I really don't know how he could get together with the eccentric Huang Rong and become a couple of gods and gods. The fate is really wonderful.

It's a pity that I have lived two lifetimes and haven't had a serious girlfriend yet...

However, from Shaolin Temple to Jinlun Fawang, I don't think I will have this opportunity in the short term, unless I have a relationship with my brother...

Looking at the senior brother who was concentrating on practicing, I silently cried and called my elder sister who was far away in another time and space.

Sister, how are you and your parents?Are all the male gods of your corrupt country okay, have they started to stir up public affairs as you expected?

Although my place is rich in resources, there is little monk Jueyuan in the front and senior brother Guyang in the back, but I still decided to find a wife, so you just give up.

Of course, these cranky thoughts are just episodes.

In a word, I practiced martial arts with my master and my brothers, and gradually my master gained some fame among the various tribes in Mongolia.

And I, it is becoming more and more unknown.

My father probably has given up on me, and at first he would send someone to bring some things, but now there is basically no movement.

Of course, it may also be because they are getting busier.

I was happy to be free, practicing martial arts with my master and senior brothers during the day, and practicing the Nine Suns Manual silently at night.

The heat in my body is getting thicker and thicker, and often I will suddenly roar into the open grassland.

This is not an option.

Although the exercise method taught by the master is helpful to regulate the true qi in my body, it is not enough. The more and more abundant true qi in my body makes me feel happy and at the same time feel a little fear.

This is something I didn't expect.

After all, in the previous life, who knew what internal strength was.

I suddenly felt a little regretful, did I do something wrong.

What if, like what is written in martial arts novels, one day the zhenqi in my body is too domineering, will my body explode and die!

Shit, why didn't I think of this earlier?

After a few days of panic, I gradually calmed down. Jue Yuan also practiced the Nine Suns Manual by himself, but he still lived a good life. Zhang Sanfeng also practiced by himself, and he lived a long life?

Everyone started from scratch. Since they can do it, then I can do it too.

For several days in a row, I have been giving myself reassurance, and by the way, trying to figure out how to change the true energy in his body so that it can really be used by me.

However, it's not easy to follow the master, so you have to find a reason to go out by yourself.

I am almost thirteen now, plus I have eaten beef and mutton since I was a child, and I am in great shape. In this era, 13 years old is almost considered an adult, and some people are already married.

It's understandable that I want to go out for a walk by myself.

But, what excuse do you want to use?

Hey, just as I was about to doze off, someone brought a pillow—my own father found it, and I reluctantly said goodbye to my master, senior brother, and my junior brother Daerba who had been with me for less than a month, and went home.

To be precise, it was back to my grandfather's house.

In just a few days, I learned that the old man and his former friend Temujin had reached a point of separation.

Even the old man provoked other tribes to conflict with Temujin more than once, and Wang Han's son Sang Kun was one of them.

Let me take a closer look, and it's not long before the two of them made their final decision, that is, within three or two years.

And I still don't want to get involved. For me who have lived in peace for 20 years, war is really too far away and too cruel.

What's more, it is still a cold weapon war with no eyes.

The blood-stained fields and grasslands confirmed this after I had witnessed a small battle.

I want to leave.

Father asked me to come back at the moment when the old man and Temujin were getting increasingly tense. Naturally, he wanted to fight as a father-son soldier. Unfortunately, I let him down again.

Whether you are afraid or unwilling to fight against the enemy, this is absolutely unpopular in Mongolia. When my father left me aside, I took the opportunity to propose a friend who wanted to go to the Southern Dynasty to see the Shaolin Temple.

My father saw that I would not be able to help if I stayed in the tribe, and even had the intention of developing into a burden, so he hesitated for a while before agreeing.

However, no one sent someone to escort me this time.

With some gold and silver I had accumulated and a gift from my father, I once again embarked on a journey to the south.

But this time, the mood was completely different.

If I said I was high-spirited last time, this time I was a little uneasy.

I thought about the destination a few times, but I couldn't finally decide on it.

One is Zhongnan Mountain, authentic Taoism, maybe it can solve my urgent needs, but if the master really goes to Chongyang Palace to fight with them in the future, who should I help?

The second way to go is naturally to go back to Shaolin, but if I get caught stealing Shaolin martial arts and detain me as a monk for the rest of my life, that would be very painful.

Another idea is Tianlong Temple in Dali, Yunnan. I wonder if the eminent monks there can give me some advice.

Along the way, I have repeatedly considered which option is more reliable.

When I got near Songshan Mountain, I suddenly felt a sense of homelessness. After wandering for a while, I decided to leave, planning to go to Zhongnanshan to see the situation first.

But a piece of news I heard while passing by Luoyang changed my mind.

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