C75

Shizhengyi of Tibetan Scriptures to the 39th

Jing Mo remembered the words and annotations on that page very clearly.

However, the words were obscure and hard to understand, but the annotations could barely be understood.

The caption clearly stated: "Hidden, speak of the hidden meaning of the word. The Book of Changes says that hidden dragons are not to be used, that yang energy is to be concealed, and that it is to be stored. He also said that he had a weapon on him and would make a move when the time came. It was the essence of hiding. It was like hiding in the world, hidden in artifacts, unable to be found, hiding the true meaning within. "Gui Cang, from one of the sects, left behind the first style of the supreme technique, the 'Hidden Dragon Skill' —"

After that, he introduced the Hidden Dragon Technique in detail.

He felt that the basic martial arts of the Hidden Dragon Art was not too difficult, so he started to practice the basic martial arts of it once, then silently circulated the profound arts, stood up slowly and pressed his body against the wall to focus on luck. After a while, Jing Mo felt that the darkness in front of him had become a lot clearer, and his own body had become much lighter, as though he had already become one with his surroundings in this short period of time.

Jing Mo was overjoyed, and thought to himself: "This Hidden Dragon Art seems to really be very magical, I wonder if this Hidden Dragon Art is actually a divine technique passed down from the Jing Family?"

Jing Mo secretly thought, could it be that the reason the Old Lady Jing was so meticulous was because of the strange and mysterious techniques inside the Jing Family's Mansion? But after leaving those books there for so many years, why did Old Lady Jing not go and look through them himself?

Jing Mo did not know that Old Lady Jing had personally read the ancient books in the second level of the courtyard in the rear of the Jing Family's Mansion. However, every time she recited a book, the blood and energy in her body would churn, and following that, his head would spin. After reading a few more pages, Old Lady Jing would feel a sharp pain in his head, and after that, she would faint on the ground, unable to remember even a single thing about the contents of the books.

To the people of the five great Sects of the Mountain and Sea Realm, these books were wondrous and wondrous, but to the people outside, they were poison books, ancient books that wanted to kill.

Jing Mo naturally did not understand too much about this matter. Jing Mo decided not to let his imagination run wild. His top priority right now was to find out if his grandfather Jing Yuanyang was going to deal with him. Who was the youth who looked exactly like him in the coffin?

With his mind set, Jing Mo stood up, carefully opened the door, and walked toward the First Court.

Arriving at the door, before he even had the chance to peek inside, Jing Mo heard a burst of extremely light footsteps coming from inside.

Jing Mo's heart trembled. Without time to think, he immediately used the basic technique of the Hidden Dragon Art and rushed to the left about ten metres before sticking to the wall. He held his breath and stood in the shadows, looking at the side of the gate.

Under the moonlight, the gate to the courtyard slowly opened.

Jing Yuanyang pulled the right hand of the youth who looked exactly like himself, and walked out.

The young and the old duo muttered as they walked towards the front yard.

Under the moonlight, the two of them actually did not see Jing Mo who was tightly pressed against the wall within the shadows.

Jing Mo was both nervous, surprised, and a little fearful in his heart.

The reason he was afraid was naturally because he knew that the youth who looked exactly like him, must have been Jing Yuanyang's handiwork.

Jing Yuanyang arranged for a youth who looked exactly the same as himself to be arranged so that he could leave the coffin during the day and bring him out during the night. This kind of strange arrangement naturally had some kind of unspeakable secret, not to mention that it was so late at night and every night after Jing Mo had drank a cup of milk …

The most nervous thing was that the two of them were so close to Jing Mo, that they could almost hear their heartbeats and breaths —

He was pleasantly surprised to find that the secret skill written on the Jing Family manual was indeed miraculous. When he had just started learning it, he was already able to avoid Jing Yuanyang, this scheming old fox, eyes and ears …

Jing Mo watched as Jing Yuanyang held onto the youth's hand and slowly walked past a few meters away from him. As he walked, Jing Yuanyang whispered to him: "Is it better now? "No problems."

Jing Mo said as his heart trembled, "I didn't think that that youth would also be called Wuzhi … This was the same name as him. "What's going on?"

Jing Mo's heart was thrown into disarray. In the dark night, looking at the youth again, he seemed to be in a trance, as if the youth was the second one to him …

Is this all true?

Jing Mo's mind was in a mess, but under the circulation of the Hidden Dragon Art, the youth's reply was still clearly heard by Jing Mo — "Grandfather, I'm fine now, it's just that I sleep in the day, sleep a lot, I'm a little tired."

Jing Yuanyang let out a light laugh in the dark: "It's alright, Wuzhi. After you drink that cup of milk, you'll sleep soundly and sweetly."

Jing Mo's heart sank again — he did not expect Jing Yuanyang to also give that youth called Jing Wuju a cup of milk every day. It was only for one day and one night …

Jing Yuanyang said in a low voice: "That milk will benefit your body greatly. Remember, just drink it according to my instructions. And you've been here for more than a month. Have you read the dozens of books I gave you? "

The teenager called Jing Wancang said in a depressed voice, "Grandfather, I read two books, but I didn't finish them. When I read a few pages, I have a headache, and I've read too many, and the headache is even more severe, I, I don't dare to read any more, by the way, there's one more thing —" Jing Wancang said in embarrassment, "After I read a few pages, I actually couldn't even remember it the next day, I don't know what happened. I'm sorry, Grandfather. "

Jing Yuanyang stopped in his tracks, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he muttered: "Strange, why is that kid alright?" After a while, he seemed to have thought of something, and comforted Jing Wuwei: "It's alright, it's normal that you can't read it, our Jing Family has never been read by anyone in all these years. Those who have read these books have either died or gone mad, and none of them have a good ending —"

Jing Mo's heart chilled again as he thought of these words that came from Jing Yuanyang. Anyone who had read these books would either be dead or crazy, but why was he still alright? Could it be that he could no longer read these books? However, he had read about 90% of these ancient books …

Jing Mo's heart was in turmoil, and he did not know if what Jing Yuanyang had said was true or false …

The teenager called Jing Wuju was silent.

After a while, Jing Yuanyang asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? No disease? Isn't it a bit uncomfortable? "

Jing Wancang still did not speak.

Jing Yuanyang laughed: "Good child, Grandfather is telling you this, do you think Grandfather is trying to cheat you? You are the only true descendant of our old Jing Family, why would grandpa set you up? "

As he said this, Jing Mo's heart sank even more … So it turns out that his Jing Family still had a bloodline, and this young man called Jing Wuju was his only successor to the Eight Classic of Jing Family …