Chapter Eleven: The Ninth Yang Arrives

  Guest monk called Wu San, Chen Yunfeng secretly calculated in his heart that there might be Wu Yi, Wu Er, Wu Si and so on. However, the name of Jueyuan was too big, and Chen Yunfeng did not have the idea of chatting with him about Zen machinery.

  That guy is probably already at the Xiantian realm now, with his level of martial arts skills going forward. If he's seen through by Old Monk, although it won't be a death sentence, wanting to get the Jiuyang True Classic for research will be ruined.

  Not long after entering the guest house, a young monk brought Chen Yunfeng pen, ink, paper and inkstone. As for writing brush characters, Chen Yunfeng had good handwriting since he was a child helping people copy memorial texts in rural areas. Unfortunately, he didn't have money to go to college, so even if he could write Yan-style characters with divine inspiration, it would be useless.

  Half a time later, the monk himself carried several Buddhist scriptures into the guest house, and after a brief exchange of pleasantries, he left. Chen Yunfeng closed the door, and the first thing he did was to open the Lengqie Jing carefully and search for it. Sure enough, in the crevices, he found tiny notes written in Sanskrit alongside the fragmented Buddhist scriptures.

  I used to think that something was off when reading books, the Leng Qie Jing itself didn't have much content, and a Nine Yang True Classic inserted in it wouldn't have many words either. But later, Zhang Wuji obtained four volumes of scriptures, which should be the result of Jue Yuan having nothing better to do after eating his fill, reorganizing the scriptures according to his own cultivation method, and recording them in detail.

  After reading through the entire Lengyan Sutra, Chen Yunfeng couldn't help but sigh to himself upon seeing that the Jiuyang True Classic only had a little over a thousand words.

  "Summon the nine yang, embrace the one yuan. These two sentences are available, but why isn't it said afterwards that this book is called the Nine Yang True Classic? It seems that the name of this scripture can be confirmed to be taken by Jueyuan."

  "Alas, they say that thinking with one's own brain can lead to problems. This Jin Dada doesn't make things clear, and I thought I had to copy so much. The cultivation method of the Nine Yang True Classic is actually less than 1,000 words, and it's just memorization. What a pain, I've gone to all this trouble for nothing."

  He is now practicing Hunyuan Xiantian Gong and Jiuyin Zhenqi. Just take a glance at the Nine Yang Scripture, you can tell it's the real deal. He doesn't dare to tamper with the Lengyan Scripture. The old monk Jueyuan himself has practiced the Nine Yang Divine Skill, even if he changed it, he could still silently write it down.

  Anyway, Zhang Wuji's mixing of the Nine Yang Divine Skill is still early, and even if calculated, there are still over a hundred years to go. Now, not even Zhang Sanfeng has been born yet, so everything doesn't need to be calculated now.

  After confirming that the scriptures were genuine, Chen Yunfeng relied on his ability to memorize them at a glance and silently memorized the entire Lankavatara Sutra and Jiu Yang Zhen Jing. Only then did he begin to sit upright and carefully copy them with the wolf-hair brush sent by the monks.

  Copying is boring, but Chen Yunfeng had once forgotten to do his homework in order to make a living, and he was not afraid of being punished by Teacher Huaxia for this kind of thing.

  One by one, the characters floated like the wind onto the white paper, his face expressionless, but that special and strange instinct appeared again, as he copied with one hand, he began to study the contents of the Nine Yang Scripture in his heart.

  Unlike the Nine Yin True Classics, the Nine Yang True Classics' true force circulation route is entirely a pure yang route, and it's even closer to Hunyuan Xiantian Gong. However, Hunyuan Xiantian Gong appears more gentle, while the Nine Yang True Classics seems extremely masculine and overbearing.

  He quickly copied, even when the monk who received guests brought in a simple vegetarian dish, he just smiled and nodded slightly. Looking at Chen Yunfeng copying the scriptures so seriously, even the monk felt deeply pleased.

  In less than two days at the Shaolin Temple guest house, Chen Yunfeng finished copying the scriptures and asked the monk in charge of binding the scriptures to combine them into a scripture book. Then, taking advantage of it still being noon, Chen Yunfeng bid farewell and left.

  Having obtained the Nine Yang True Classic, Chen Yunfeng's mood was even more excited. The three ultimate mental methods of Shooting Eagle, Divine Eagle and Yi Tian had all fallen into his hands. As long as he studied seriously, even if he couldn't create a new school on his own, the techniques in these three classics could make his power surge and become one of the top masters. To become an absolute top master, he would still need to find even stronger martial arts.

  The only powerful technique in the Condor Hero that no one has mastered is the Nine Suns Divine Skill. The only place where one can rapidly increase their strength is the unnamed mountain valley outside Xiangyang, but the highest martial arts are not to be found anywhere, and the Nine Suns Divine Skill and the Chaotic Primordial Skill are merely internal skills. The martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual are powerful, but dare not be lightly displayed.

  He has learned a lot about ancient tombs and Quanzhen martial arts, and the skills of Quanzhen are also top-notch, but it takes a lot of time to cultivate, just like Wang Chongyang building a practice ground in an ancient tomb, competing with masters everywhere, and he can only surpass others when he is nearly 50 years old.

  Time is of the essence for Chen Yunfeng, he doesn't want to miss the grand victory at Lu Jia Zhuang's Heroes' Assembly, he can't figure out why Lu Chengfeng wants to move here, even if his home was burned down by Ouyang Feng, he could still make a fortune as a pirate leader in Taihu Lake, what's the point of building a mountain villa in this poor and remote place just to deal with the upcoming Heroes' Assembly?

  Less than two years, this is the result of Yang Guo's re-exploration of the days. He met Huang Qi Gong and Ouyang Feng in Huashan during a heavy snowstorm that sealed off the mountain. Although Jin Da didn't mention the exact time, it should also be after November of the lunar calendar;

  It's now early summer, which means that the Heroes' Conference at Dàshèngguān will begin in just over two years. Before then, however, Chen Yunfeng still has to make a trip back to Zhōngnán Mountain within three months, and time is already pressing down on him.

  He rushed south on a fast horse, and after one day he arrived at his last destination city of Xiangyang. He first inquired about the news of the chicken-crowned snake everywhere, but no one in the taverns and restaurants knew about the Qubuti snake.

  Chen Yunfeng was not in a hurry. Outside Xiangyang, there were many big mountains and dangerous places that could be easily calculated. Adding to the fact that Yang Guo didn't dare go north, he could only head south. Within a hundred miles to the south, there were only the big mountains behind Nan Zhan, which was uninhabited, desolate and cold, with occasional mountain floods. After inquiring about these, he had a clear idea in his mind.

  Chen Yun spent 100 taels of gold on flowers, and still had 100 taels of gold and 300 taels of silver in his pouch. He searched around Xiangyang City and found a quiet alley near the city guard's mansion, where he spent 200 taels of silver to buy a small house with a garden and a pond.

  This would be his temporary home, and also the place where he planned the next Xiangyang turmoil, as well as a more distant eighteen years later Xiangyang conference venue. After buying the house, he found an honest young man to serve in the household.

  Because he has to go out frequently, this young man can take care of his house and maintain the image and popularity of this home.

  "Little cow, take care of the house for a while. I've already bought back the grain and left you thirty taels of loose silver, which is enough for your expenses for a period of time. Remember to buy some clothes for yourself. If the money runs out, take that silver note to Hongfu Money House to withdraw." Chen Yunfeng said in a low voice in front of the gate of the small courtyard.