Mo Qian moved through the cramped dormitory, using his palm as a blade, running through the routines of the Five Tigers Sheep Knife, pausing from time to time to think, stepping back and forth, his eyes deep in concentration.Mo Qian immersed himself in this for three full days.On this particular day, watching the light in the dormitory grow dimmer.Mo Qian was in the cramped space going through one of the moves of the Five Tigers Sheep Knife when he saw that his hip was about to collide with the bed on his way past, and without thinking he circled smoothly around it.Mo Qian suddenly laughed at himself. "Sometimes the body movement of this Cloud Snake Steps really is a bit flamboyant."After three days of concentrated thought, Mo Qian had achieved an initial application of the Cloud Snake body method within the Five Tigers Sheep Knife.But this was still only a combination, and even at that, only a preliminary and shallow blending. It was not a true fusion.True fusion was undeniabl

Mo Qian followed the doorman, left the martial arts field, took a shortcut through the front yard, and came to the gate of Yuanshun Escort Agency.Outside the bright gate stood a red horse with red-tasselled bridle and hooves. The wooden shafts on its back were connected to a carved and brocaded carriage.Not far behind the carriage, a woman stood with a captivating smile, appearing brighter than the sunlight dappling the ground.The sight gave Mo Qian's heart a small lift, and he could not help but think: "Fine horse, elegant carriage, beautiful woman. The God of Wealth is truly the God of Wealth. The style of the wealthy is the same in every age."The woman wore double buns with a bright gold hairpin and a skirt with a white inner lining and a gouache-patterned outer layer. When she saw Mo Qian coming out, she walked a few steps forward, tucked her skirt, and gave a curtsy. "Are you Master Mo?""Mo is my surname." Mo Qian's eyes brightened when he saw the woman."Are you the one who

When she had been dancing, how could she have seen heaven and earth? She had seen nothing of the mundane world.Mo Qian's brilliance lay in his freehand approach.However, it should also be said that Mo Qian's painting technique in this instance drew heavily on the strength of the conception. The brush skill itself had made only slight progress recently and was essentially still the same level of practiced familiarity.This painting won on its idea.But the artistic conception of heaven and earth was indeed born from the pavilion beside the pond.It was merely an impression arising in the heart. Was the vast and boundless feeling of heaven and earth not ultimately rooted in the enormity of the natural world surrounding him?Mo Qian was a person of two lifetimes, and his perspective was inherently different from ordinary people.The two were talking in the pavilion when a small girl suddenly came running with her skirt gathered, her face flustered. "Miss, Miss Shen is here! She is near

At this moment, Mo Qian suddenly noticed that the corners of the Kude Temple plaque above the gate were draped in layers of spiderweb.The gates of the Buddha were said to be pure ground. Who had been letting the spiderwebs accumulate here unswept?Mo Qian's expression shifted slightly, and a bad feeling rose in his chest."Donor, please enter."The thin monk suddenly stepped in front of the temple gate, pressed his palms together, and gave Mo Qian a formal bow of greeting.Mo Qian looked at the thin monk again. His cheekbones were prominent, his expression peaceful, his soft eyes resting on Mo Qian with the natural ease of one who had long kept company with ancient Buddhas and dim lanterns."I forgot to ask along the way. I do not know the Master's name?" Mo Qian looked at the thin monk and asked with a calm expression."This poor monk's name is Tianxin." The thin monk said, then continued: "We are not well known beyond these mountains. The donor's not asking sooner was not forgetful

But the next moment Zhou Shoushan found that Mo Qian's offensive had not slowed in the least. It had become even more ferocious.Zhou Shoushan understood immediately that Mo Qian's earlier alright had been nothing but a joke at his expense.A surge of furious hatred flashed through his eyes, but he pressed his lips shut and did not speak again.A fight to the death required complete concentration. To speak was not only a distraction but would disrupt the circulation of his breath.Under normal circumstances this might have had little effect, but these two were locked in a battle of nearly equal strength where a single life hung in the balance.The smallest difference could determine who lived and who died.By the time Zhou Shoushan gathered himself, he found that because of the momentary lapse in his focus, the tight defensive position he had maintained with such difficulty had been seized upon by Mo Qian, who had clamped down and was pressing the advantage relentlessly.Before, altho