问心堂 occupies a large area, built against the mountain, surrounded by lush trees and a quiet environment.

At this time, a clear sound of reading aloud came from inside 问心堂.

In the past month, a total of three hundred and forty people have joined the Wang Quan Mountain sect, including Qi and Blood experts like Fan Zimin, as well as orphans from nearby areas.

The entire Wang Quan Dao, including Jiang Tingting, Zhang Hao Hao, Yan Kaiyu, and Tie Shan, study every day in addition to working and practicing martial arts.

Reading to develop intelligence, those who can truly reach the pinnacle of the world, if not well-read, at least cannot be illiterate.

A hired teacher is responsible for teaching literacy. There is no need for high learning; it is enough to simply read from the book.

On this day, An Qisheng, tired of stillness, went down the mountain and came to 问心堂.

Ta ta ta~~~

In 问心堂, more than three hundred people sat in order, all sitting upright and meticulously watching An Qisheng, who was pacing to the podium.

Except for a few of them, most of them did not know that the person lecturing them was Wang Quan Dao Ren, the master of Wang Quan Dao.

But having finally joined the Wang Quan Dao sect, naturally no one would slack off.

Although they didn't recognize him, they just regarded him as a teacher. However, a few who recognized him were a little restless, wondering why he had come here.

An Qisheng stood on the podium, and the more than three hundred people in the entire 问心堂 came into his view at the same time. Their dispositions and scattered thoughts flowed through his mind.

He did not use his Dao power to drive the Dao Yi Diagram; rather, it was a strange effect produced by his own mind's grasp of the information of heaven and earth intertwined with his Qi Observation technique.

The improvement of realm is never just a matter of the amount of power or the strength of the physique, but of all aspects.

Han Changgong could deduce the military situation, national fortune, and the victory or defeat of war. At this time, An Qisheng could naturally do the same, and even, with his mind touching the veins of heaven and earth, he could see more than Han Changgong.

However, compared to the Dao Yi Diagram's ability to manifest a person's destiny into words, he could not yet do that.

Quietly scanning over the people in 问心堂, An Qisheng said calmly:

"You all want to learn martial arts, so what do you think martial arts is?"

What is martial arts?

问心堂 was quiet at first, and then some muttering began to sound.

An Qisheng listened quietly until the muttering died down, and then he looked at Yan Kaiyu:

"Kaiyu, you answer."

Yan Kaiyu, born in Da Longmen, whose granduncle is the peerless master Yan Kuangtu, who dominates Youzhou, has a better background than anyone else present.

"Yes."

Yan Kaiyu answered, stood up, and looked around, saying: "Martial arts is the foundation of one's life, a means to protect oneself from being harmed, and a means to control one's own destiny!"

"You sit down."

An Qisheng did not comment, but turned to look at Tie Shan:

"You speak."

"Yes."

Tie Shan was stunned, then stood up, his face solemn, and said: "Martial arts is violence, killing, brotherhood, a means for the weak to protect themselves, and also a method for the strong to oppress the weak. Likewise, it can also be used to maintain order and protect the weak!"

"You sit down."

An Qisheng's expression was calm, and then he questioned Fan Zimin, Jiang Tingting, Zhang Hao Hao, and more than a dozen others one by one.

Their answers were either chivalry, eliminating violence and bringing peace, or a carefree life in the martial world, or wealth, money, and so on.

An Qisheng listened without saying whether they were right or wrong, but looked at the back row, a sallow-faced, somewhat timid child:

"Li Ergou, you speak."

"Ah?"

The child was startled. Under everyone's gaze, he couldn't help but want to escape, but he still stood up and said tremblingly: "Answering, answering Teacher's words, I, I think, learning martial arts can let me have enough to eat..."

A roar of laughter.

Many people in 问心堂 couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Li Ergou trembled even more when he heard the laughter.

"Good child, you speak very well."

Unexpectedly, An Qisheng did not laugh, but looked at Li Ergou with a gentle gaze:

"You sit down first."

Li Ergou felt the gentle gaze, and his body stopped trembling. He only felt a warm current surge into his heart, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"What you said is all correct, but not comprehensive enough."

Scanning everyone in 问心堂 one by one, after everyone's expression became solemn, An Qisheng said calmly:

"Chivalry is martial arts, protecting the weak is martial arts, oppressing the good and plundering by force is also martial arts… But in the final analysis, martial arts is a skill, a technique, without adding more subjective imagination."

His voice was neither high nor low, but it seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, causing many people to be shocked.

Clearly they had never heard the words 'skill' and 'technique,' yet they naturally understood the meaning of them.

"Those who have mastered high-level skills are the strong, and those who have not mastered them, or who have not learned them well, are the weak. This is actually very unreasonable, but it is the truth."

An Qisheng's voice was calm as he quietly recounted:

"This technique is not limited to martial arts. Classics, history, philosophy, military strategy, physiognomy, and even carpentry are all like this.

Ordinary people, in order to learn carpentry, still have to be apprentices, three years of apprenticeship and two years of service, running errands, serving tea and water, because you don't know, you want to learn, so you are the weak, to be manipulated by others.

Just like in the mountains and forests, fierce tigers with claws and teeth can prey on cattle and sheep, while cattle and sheep can also gnaw on immobile plants and trees.

Just like now, you have to sit obediently below and listen to my lecture."

He said it lightly, but the hearts of the people present suddenly felt heavy, because this was indeed the truth.

"This is technique, and it is also the true meaning of martial arts."

An Qisheng tapped the podium lightly:

"The strong control the technology, and the weak must obey. This is true for individuals, gangs, countries, and sects. The strong rule the weak not because they are inherently strong, but because they have mastered things that the weak have not mastered, technology."

"Teacher!"

Another person raised his hand high, and after receiving permission, stood up and said, "Then if the weak master martial arts and technology, wouldn't there be no weak in the world?"

"Then do you learn martial arts faster, or does Yan Kaiyu learn martial arts faster?"

An Qisheng asked rhetorically.

"Uh..."

The child was immediately speechless, and then asked, "Teacher, if everyone learns things at the same speed and learns the same things, wouldn't everyone in the world be strong?"

"That won't happen either."

An Qisheng shook his head:

"Because there is a system."

"What is a system?"

The child asked again.

"That is something to be taught later. Now, you only need to understand what martial arts is, and that is enough."

An Qisheng stood on the podium, overlooking everyone, and said:

"After this lesson, everyone write a three-thousand-word reflection, telling me what you think martial arts is, what the strong are, what the weak are, and what the difference between the strong and the weak is!"

"Three thousand words?!"

There was an uproar in 问心堂.

Even Tie Shan, Yan Kaiyu and others felt their heads swell.

Three thousand words is too much. Only immortals can write three thousand words, right?

.......

In the days that followed, he no longer secluded himself. He rested at sunset and rose at sunrise. In addition to guiding his three disciples in martial arts practice, he lectured at the 问心堂 at the foot of the mountain.

He lectured once every ten days, and as time passed, the number of people in 问心堂 gradually increased.

In the blink of an eye, another half year had passed.

A heavy snow swept in, and the world was bleak.

Another winter solstice arrived.

At the summit of the Six Prison Sacred Mountain, endless ice winds howled in the rolling sea of clouds.

Bai Lian Furen, draped in a white veil, stood on the edge of the cliff, quietly watching Pang Wanyang, who was sitting cross-legged in the sea of clouds, rising and falling with the great sun.

Qi and Blood can stand in the air, and Divine Blood can walk in the air, but human mental strength is limited, and true Qi is not infinite. Even she, walking in the air for several days, would have to land.

But Pang Wanyang had been sitting cross-legged in the sea of clouds for more than a year.

Even if he possessed a sacred pill and did not need to eat, this was shocking enough.

Hu~

Xi~

In the rolling sea of clouds and the rampant ice wind, Pang Wanyang's steady breathing could be heard from time to time.

Whenever it was heard, the sea of clouds rolled even more violently.

"Heaven and man, heaven and man..."

At a certain moment, a long sigh echoed between the sea of clouds, and the regret contained in it made Bai Lian Furen's heart ache.

In her eyes, Pang Wanyang's clothes fluttered, and he seemed to disappear into the clouds at any time.

He seemed to be getting more and more unfathomable.

In the sea of clouds, Pang Wanyang slowly opened his eyes, and his bright, golden sun-like eyes looked at Bai Lian Furen:

"I have kept you waiting."

Bai Lian Furen shook her head slightly, indicating that she did not mind.

Then, she bowed slightly and recounted the major events that had happened in the world since he had been in seclusion for more than a year:

"More than a year ago, the Jinlang Kingdom and Da Feng ceased hostilities and made peace, and no war was waged... The conflict between the Zhuanlun Temple and the Jinlang Royal Court has already become prominent..."

"A year ago, Mu Qingfeng seemed to have emerged from seclusion..."

"It is said that Monk Yixiu has already set off."

"Half a year ago, Yan Kuangtu ascended Wang Quan Mountain. On that day, thunderclouds rolled on the summit of Wang Quan Mountain, and some people saw black and white intertwined on the summit of Wang Quan Mountain..."

"Taiji Diagram?"

Hearing that black and white were intertwined on the summit of Wang Quan Mountain, Pang Wanyang's eyes suddenly narrowed, and then calmed down:

"He actually succeeded..."

There was some fluctuation in his tone, as if he was amazed, and as if he was regretful.

"Yan Kuangtu and Wang Quan Daoren have not said anything that has been circulated. It's just that he seems to have forged the Divine Blood. As for what Taiji Diagram…"

Bai Lian Furen shook her head slightly. She did not believe in the union of Taiyin and Taiyang.

Since ancient times, has there ever been a saying that the sun and moon are in the same sky?

"With his divine will, his Yin Spirit leaving his body would not have any problems. Even if he walked the path of the sun, he would have a 100% certainty of forging the Divine Blood. This is not surprising..."

A flash of obscure and difficult-to-understand light flashed in Pang Wanyang's eyes:

"The union of Yin and Yang, the Way of Taiji, if he succeeds, if he truly achieves…"

Bai Lian Furen's heart shook, somewhat astonished.

For decades, she had never heard such a large emotional fluctuation in Pang Wanyang's voice.

"I'm really looking forward to it..."

With a sigh, the sea of clouds churned, but Pang Wanyang had already disappeared into the clouds.