In the morning, after Shaolin's breakfast, Bai Ye went to the temple under the leadership of a monk, he wanted to go to the Buddha to offer incense and pray for his parents.

In order to do a lot of the same, White Night was even ready to take seven days to complete the plan. He came to incense for seven days, copied scriptures for seven days, and he was really ready to copy, not joking.

The highest level of fraud, that is, it is true. It's just that he copied the scriptures, and by the way, he "copied" the Jiuyang Divine Skill together.

Therefore, for seven consecutive days, the white night was extremely stable in Shaolin, and there was no abnormality. When the incense is on, according to the etiquette rules and regulations said by the monks, copying books when copying books is completely the performance of young filial piety.

No one doubts, no one knows.

When he was in Shaolin, he only asked two special questions, one is, who is Master Jueyuan? Second, Master Jueyuan, where is the Ranga Sutra?

With these two inconspicuous questions, he stole the Jiuyang Divine Skill in the Ranga Sutra. He even did an evil deed by copying the Ranga Sutra, and then burning the original work with Jiuyang Shengong and returning it with the real Buddhist scriptures.

Since then, there is no Shaolin Jiuyang Divine Skill, only his White Night Jiuyang True Scripture.

To be able to do this, it is all because he has a superhuman memory, and he imitates the handwriting of a person, which is enough to reach the point of being fake.

Seven days passed, Bai Ye said goodbye to the Shaolin masters, and followed Uncle Zhao back to Xiangyang. Before leaving the gate of Shaolin Temple, Bai Ye looked back, maybe the next time I came, it would be the disaster of this thousand-year-old temple.

Almost the same as when he came, the road was peaceful, not causing trouble, not hugging and uneven, silently being a good child, and quietly returning to Xiangyang. One thing is different is that he has already begun to cultivate the Jiuyang Divine Skill.

In his previous life, Bai Ye was also a young man who liked to read novels. In some novels, the protagonist begins to cultivate in his mother's womb, and he also blows about the mother's body with innate qi, and at this time, cultivation can lay a strong foundation, and the future is unlimited.

Bai Ye only thought about it for a while, and then he realized that this is some kind of bullshit logic? The fetal meridians and brains are not completely firmly formed, and they are so fragile that they can't still run the magic tricks? Aren't you afraid that your meridians will break and die in your mother's belly?

Like he is now four years old, he has been exercising since he was a child, and he does not dare to practice Jiuyang Divine Skill desperately, but runs an appropriate amount every day to refine the meridians.

The internal force is run by the meridians, whether you are the Northern Shengong or the Yijin Sutra, you need the meridians.

If the internal force is like water, then the meridians of the human body are the streams and rivers. When you are young, don't think that you will be fat in one bite and have a vast ocean of water, only by slowly widening the river and making the water quality better.

For another two days, Bai Ye returned to Xiangyang Guofu, and the family picked him up at the door.

Seeing his son, Guo Jing was the happiest, hugged him, ignored the thick beard, kissed him a few times, and asked about the journey along the way. He was really happy, and he already knew about copying scriptures for him and Huang Rong on the seventh day of the white night. Having a son like this made him very comforted, and he was a little more spoiled in his eyes for Bai Ye.

Huang Rong was much calmer when she saw her son, she knew what this ghostly little guy was actually doing, and with her planning help, Bai Ye could succeed so smoothly.

However, seeing her son return safely, her eyes were also red. The mother of the child is worried, this is the flesh and blood that fell on her body, the little four-year-old ran to the Mongolian territory, to Songshan, if there is a good one, what should I do?

For more than ten days, she didn't eat well, couldn't sleep well, and her mind was full of her own son, was she full? Are you sick? What if you encounter danger?

The family reunited and had a sumptuous dinner, which was cooked by Huang Rong herself, and the delicious dishes made Bai Ye couldn't help but eat happily.

After the meal, Huang Rong left with Bai Ye in her arms, and it was the hidden hut in Guo's mansion again. Candles were lit in the house, and Huang Rong hugged Bai Ye and spoke.

"Little one, did you succeed this time?"

Huang Rong put him on his lap, his fingers played tricks, and kneaded Bai Ye's little face. She likes to pinch her son's soft face, and it feels really good.

"Don't pinch my face."

Bai Ye was huffing, quite speechless to this old mother, for Mao always pinched my face? You can also pinch Guo Xiang? She is a little girl, and she has more touch.

"You're my son, what? Can't pinch? ”

Huang Rong hugged him with one hand, crossed her waist with the other, stared at him with beautiful eyes, and Bai Ye was not afraid at all, glaring back at her.

The two stared at each other, and after staring for a long time, Huang Rong laughed, and with a pair of hands, he began to make trouble again, kneading his face, and pinching out various shapes.

Bai Ye couldn't help but roll his eyes, feeling that he was hopeless, and it was impossible to escape from the clutches of this unscrupulous old mother.

"What about the Jiuyang Sutra you copied? Show me! ”

Huang Rong said while pinching.

"Here you go! Remember to destroy after watching it, I don't know if women can practice, so you'd better just take a look. ”

Bai Ye took out a piece of white silk from his arms, which was full of dense small characters, which was the first volume of Jiuyang Divine Skill.

"You know, are you that stupid?"

Huang Rong pursed her lips, scratched his nose, took the white silk, and took a closer look, her family history, although she doesn't like to learn martial arts, but she is also a person who is well-versed in martial arts.

"That's all, how do I think there's more?"

Huang Rong asked, she felt that her heart was not finished, and there was a deeper level.

"Of course there is, but it's not the same whether you look at it or not?"

Bai Ye shrugged, waved his hand, snatched the white silk in Huang Rong's hand, lit it in front of the candle, and watched the paper burn into a cloud of ashes.

"You want to teach this Jiuyang Divine Skill to those children?"

Huang Rong frowned and asked, she thought that her son was just talking, but she didn't really want to bring back the Jiuyang Divine Skill.

Nodding, Bai Ye said seriously, "I'm going to teach the Jiuyang Divine Skill to the boy." Girl, I don't know the consequences of cultivation yet. So, I decided to pass on their internal strength of Peach Blossom Island, okay? ”

Bai Ye ran to Huang Rong's side again, shaking Huang Rong's sleeves with his hand, and being coquettish and cute.

"Yes, you have to make sure they don't spread the word."

Huang Rong thought about it and agreed to Bai Ye's request, the internal strength of Peach Blossom Island is not the best in the world, but it is also superior in the rivers and lakes. Otherwise, how could the Eastern Evil Cult rely on this to cultivate to the Five Absolute Honors?

"yes, mother's best."

Bai Ye stood on tiptoe, kissed Huang Rong on the cheek, and then ran out of the room.

"This kid~"

Huang Rong watched her son run away happily, smiled lightly and shook her head.

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Five years later, in the backyard of Guo's mansion, an enlarged playground, hundreds of children made a "hum haha" immature children's voice, and they fought extremely seriously with one palm and one punch, and did not dare to slack off.

In front of them, in a stand, Bai Ye was staring coldly downward, silently recording any child who dared to be lazy.

These children were as small as Bai Ye, the oldest was thirteen or fourteen years old, and they were all war orphans, and the war between the Southern Song Dynasty and the Mongols destroyed their families.

When these children were helpless and in exile, it was Bai Ye who rescued them, brought them to Guofu, gave them food, clothed them, taught them to read and write, taught them martial arts, and let them learn those magical scientific knowledge.

White Night treats them kindly, never as slaves, but as friends and students. They are very grateful to Bai Ye, very grateful to Guo Fu, in the past five years, they have been educated by Bai Ye, passing on his thoughts, and they are a group of children who are closer to Bai Ye's thoughts. They don't know what the Southern Song Dynasty is? I don't know what Confucianism is? I only know that Mongolia is the enemy, and the Southern Song Dynasty may also be the enemy, and the obstacles in front of them are all enemies.

Their goal is to transform the world, overthrow this sinful age, and create a kingdom that the White Nights portrayed to them.

They are the first students of the White Night, and they will also be the first people to build the foundation of that country.

Bai Ye is very glad that he has a mother named Huang Rong in this Condor World, although the unscrupulous old mother always likes to pinch him, but with her protection, he can teach these children to go against the things of this era.

Standing in the white night, there is no need to record at all, there is no need to punish at all, these children are very serious, they are burdened with a deep blood feud, and they can't wait to kill the Mongolian iron horsemen immediately, and kill those hateful Tartars.

Bai Ye did not correct this extreme thinking, he is not a saint, and he will not think of governing the country with benevolence, in his eyes, if he wants to resist, then there is only one result, and that is to be completely wiped out. He has no interest in assimilating a people with culture, and it is better to exterminate it directly from the flesh than to spend so much effort and spirit.

He has no interest in power, and he doesn't want to wake up to the power of the world, drunk and lying on the knees of beautiful women, he just wants to transform the world into what he thinks. Those who dare to oppose him on this road, no matter what class or reason, are enemies.

If it is an enemy, it must be destroyed.

He's already starting to set up, and this group of kids is where it all began. With modern science as the mainstay, supplemented by the world's martial arts, I wonder what kind of characters this group of children will eventually grow up to become? But he believes that they will be the fulcrum that pries him up this world.

Three years ago, a restaurant appeared in Xiangyang City, which swept Xiangyang with special food and business style, and then quickly developed to the surrounding areas. Its speed and momentum are so fierce that many people are dumbfounded.

Those who have eaten the food in it are all satisfied, and those who have lived in restaurants and enjoyed the services are all satisfied. With a variety of dishes and hotel management methods, White Night has spread the intelligence net in this world.

Although the intelligence officer was not professional enough, it was enough for him to get a lot of information he wanted to know through the restaurant.

Last year, Lin'an, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty, saw the emergence of a large number of colorless and transparent mirrors, which attracted many powerful families in Lin'an City to rush to buy and compete for even a piece of mirror. Then, Spiegel flowed into the rest of the city, and for a time, Spiegel was valuable and became the first choice for gift-givers.

Countless businessmen, in order to seek the source of the mirror, are all anxious and use all means. Unfortunately, everything did not come to fruition. There is only one faint rumor that those mirrors are from Xiangyang.

The wind is surging, the sky is changing, standing on a high platform in the white night, the wind lifts the sleeves, and can't help whispering, "The wind is up, I'm coming." Are you ready? ”