PS: Please vote for me. Chapter 859: I am going to save my son. What is the purpose of practicing? Becoming stronger is the fundamental purpose. As for the purpose of glory, wealth, revenge, etc., they are all derivatives. The most fundamental purpose is to become stronger. Cultivation can turn an ordinary person into a strong person. When cultivation reaches a certain level, one can ignore their status even when facing powerful people. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? However, the door for children from poor families to enter the officialdom was never very big, and it was not even fully opened. It was just a crack in the door that the emperor kept hidden in order to make himself look better. ?????????????????????? From ancient times to the present, how many top picks, Tan Hwa Lang, who came second in the rankings, came from poor families? Even if there are, how many will eventually squeeze into the court? In martial arts, one general can achieve ten thousand bones, but in fact, nine out of ten of those generals are from famous families, while people from poor families are just like ten thousand bones. Since people began to practice Buddhism more than a thousand years ago, it has opened another door for children from poor families. People's origins are high or low, but people's physiques are not distinguished by high or low. Children from rich and powerful families have good physiques capable of cultivating, and there are also children from poor families. It seems that this is fairer than the entrance examination "In fact, it is not necessarily the case. People with the same cultivation talent come from poor families or aristocratic families, but their final achievements in cultivation are still mostly different. Children of aristocrats and those with spiritual talent were sent to famous families from an early age. Those with high positions and powerful positions could even invite great practitioners to teach them at home, while children from poorer families had to rely on their own hard work. Mu Xianjun is the former. He is indeed very talented, and he showed this talent at a very young age, so Mu Guangling immediately sent him to Penglai Sect, which was not the most famous but definitely the most powerful in Eastern Xinjiang. At that time, Su Yang was not yet the headmaster, and the previous generation's headmaster's cultivation level was even inferior to that of Mu Guangling. But what Mu Guangling didn't expect was that the previous headmaster of the Penglai Sect was a truly devout person. Therefore, in the first two years after Mu Xianjun was sent to the Penglai Sect, the previous headmaster did not take care of him at all. . It wasn't until Su Yang took over the Penglai Sect after the old headmaster passed away that Mu Xianjun began to enjoy special treatment. Many years later, when someone talks about this sect that was destroyed before it could flourish, they will say that this sect was destroyed by Xiang Qingniu, the Taoist sect, and some people will say that it was destroyed by Fang Jie at all. But in fact, after the death of the previous generation of headmasters, the Penglai Sect has actually gone downhill. It seems that the strength of the sect has been greatly enhanced after Su Yang took over as the leader, with eight hundred disciples and the help of Mu Mansion. It seems that Guangda is not far away, and in fact, in terms of cultivation, Penglai Sect's strength has fallen below more than one level. Su Yang¡¯s ability is far inferior to that of the previous generation of headmasters. No matter how talented Mu Xianjun is, what he learned from Su Yang is still somewhat limited. After returning to the Mu Mansion from the Penglai Sect, Mu Guangling once had a long talk with Mu Xianjun. What he worried about was that Mu Xianjun would not be able to withstand the situation when he grew up in such a smooth and troubled environment. frustration. When he sent Mu Xianjun to the Penglai Sect, it was precisely because the previous generation's cultivation was amazing and he did not care about Mu Xianjun's identity, which was of great benefit to Mu Xianjun's growth. But after the old headmaster died, the kind of tempering that Mu Guangling wanted Mu Xianjun to undergo was gone. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? A person is talented, comes from a well-known family, looks handsome, responds to a hundred calls, and is praised highly by others In fact, no matter which dynasty, such a person will be dead in all likelihood. People who practice medicine make themselves stronger and can withstand pain that ordinary people cannot. But at this time, Mu Xianjun was obviously on the verge of collapse. The right arm was gone. Although the wound was frozen by Fang Jie's physical strength, the pain was really unbearable. When he struggled to stand up, he happened to see Su Yang being cut open by something at the waist. At this moment, Mu Xianjun felt that his heart was half dead. Then he subconsciously looked at the beautiful woman for some reason, and found that she had gotten up from the recliner, stretched out with her curves exposed, and those beautiful eyes were still not looking at him, but Fang Jie. Mu Xianjun¡¯s current state of mind can be summed up as a self-righteous successful person being trampled beyond recognition by another successful person. "Kill me!" He roared like a wild animal, his eyes red. "No." Fang Jie walked up to him and shook his head: "I won't kill you. Only with you in my hand can I leave Dongjiang smoothly." Mu Xianjun bit his lip and suddenly raised his left hand and inserted it into his own breast. Fang Jie grabbed his heart just when his fingers had touched the clothes. Logically speaking, it should have taken him much longer to raise his hand than Fang Jie did.The time should be short, but it is still not as fast as the solution. With a bang, Fang Jie hit Mu Xianjun on the lower abdomen. Mu Xianjun's body flew backwards like a shrimp folded in half and hit the wall hard. A force of golden sharp energy rushed into Mu Xianjun's Dantian Qi sea, breaking through the Qi sea in an instant. The Dantian is still there, but all the inner energy was shattered by Fang Jie¡¯s golden power. "Today" Mu Xianjun gritted his teeth and sat up against the wall, with blood dripping from his mouth and said, "I will repay the shame you gave me a hundred times!" The hatred in his eyes was so strong. Cruel. "Don't worry." Fang Jie walked over slowly and reached out to pick him up: "You can't wait until that day." Late at night, Mu Guangling, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up. He had not had a nightmare for many years and he didn't know why. She was so frightened by the dream that the quilt covering her body was soaked with sweat, and her clothes were sticky and clinging to her body. He reached out to pick up the water glass from the table next to him and took a sip. The cool water went down his throat, and the dry and burning pain in his throat finally eased. He hasn't felt like this for a long time since he started practicing. Why do you have such a terrible dream? Mu Guangling took a deep breath, and when he was about to put the cup back, he suddenly felt shocked: "Come here, go and see if the young master is in the house?" He had only slept for less than an hour, and the various camps below The general counted out the number of troops and horses that could be mobilized today. He had been looking at these for the first half of the night, and then he was drawing the attack route with his staff in front of the map. For the whole day and half of the night, he was occupied with military matters and had no time at all. Thinking of the stupid things his son might do. "I hope nothing will happen" Mu Guangling muttered to himself. He didn't know whether it was because he was distracted or something else, but he didn't hold on to the cup in his hand and dropped it, smashing to pieces on the floor. Broken porcelain pieces were scattered all over the floor. This sound was like a thunder in the sky, and Mu Guangling was so frightened that he trembled slightly. He became more and more nervous, hurriedly put on his clothes and strode out the door. ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡ ¡°Who is that couple?¡± On the carriage, Mo Ningzhi stretched her arms, and the fullness on her chest was immediately outlined in a wonderful arc. Fang Jie turned around inadvertently and saw this scene, his eyes couldn't help but stare. Seeing him looking at her chest, Mo Ningzhi's face turned slightly red: "If you look at it again, I'll chop off your eyes with a knife!" Fang Jie smiled, and with great difficulty he looked away from that wonderful arc: "They are people who are well-versed in goods and services. Their strength is far beyond anyone's imagination. Since they can run the business to such a large scale and have control over most of the courtiers, Sanjinhou can still do well." He is alive, firstly, because the original Huotongtianxiaxing was created by the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty, secondly, because Sanjin Hou himself has a very high level of cultivation, and thirdly, because there are many masters hiding in Huotongtianxiaxing. "No wonder" Mo Ningzhi instantly forgot about the dishonesty in Fang Jie's eyes and said with a smile: "It's impossible to build a business that big without some strength. But let me see. The method of catching that woman was very special, and the method of killing Su Yang was not an extraordinary practice. It was a bit strange, so I was curious. " "Hutong Tianxiaxing almost monopolized all the business in Sui Dynasty. There are many in such a huge organization. It¡¯s not an exaggeration to think of strange people. However, these two people are indeed the strangest.¡± Fang Jie said: ¡°Before I came, I asked Marquis Sanjin to arrange for help, and Marquis Sanjin mentioned these two people. Shan, the woman's name is Xue Mei. Both of them are the kind of people who have no spiritual talent but are absolutely strong, just like Xiaoyao and Mr. Zhuo. " "Special ability?" Mo Ningzhi nodded: "Sometimes it's true. I don¡¯t understand how the same people can be so different. There are so many amazing special physiques in this world, as if they are favored by God. Even today, if a great practitioner in the realm of enlightenment is If someone who doesn¡¯t know how to practice is killed, I¡¯m afraid not many people will believe him.¡± After she finished lamenting, she asked Fang Jie: ¡°Didn¡¯t Sanjinhou arrive in the front yard last night? Why didn¡¯t he take action?¡± Because there is no need for him to take action." Fang Jie said: "It is better for him to stay in the dark, so he should not show up. I can only imagine how Mu Guangling felt when he found out that his son was missing. A tiger that has been lying in Eastern Xinjiang for many years, no one knows what method Mu Guangling will use to kill it.?Come out. " "It was you who caused it, not us. Mo Ningzhi rubbed her slender and beautiful neck like a white swan and said lazily: "When did you and I become we?" " Fang Jie smiled and said nothing. Dongding City One thousand two hundred cavalry are ready to go. This is a very strange team. They are wearing the standard armor of the Sui army and blue. Cloaks, but they did not carry the standard weapons of the Sui Dynasty. There was no long spear on the victory hook of the war horse, and they did not carry a horizontal sword on their back. Under the blue cloak, they could vaguely be seen on their backs. He was carrying something like a stick, but because it was covered, he couldn't see clearly. On the left side of his waist was a two-foot-long short knife, and on the right was a sheath made of deerskin with a curved stick inserted in it. Something that looked like a short stick. Mu Guangling strode out of the Duke's Mansion, jumped onto a splendid war horse, and the old housekeeper named Zhou behind him said with some concern: "Master It's better to leave this matter to the people below. It seems that those people don't dare to do anything to the young master. They will probably capture him as a hostage so that he can leave the eastern border. If you lead the troops out of the city like this, I'm afraid it will attract the attention of the battalions below. and everyone¡¯s speculations. " "I don't have time to care about this. " Mu Guangling said with a cold face: "If something happens to my own son, of course I will be the one to save him! " He patted his war horse and said, "You will keep an eye on Shanhaiguan in person. Once captured, order all battalions to assemble in Dongding City immediately. All horses and horses must be present within ten days. Anyone who disobeys military orders will be executed without mercy! " "Here" Old Zhou responded, and couldn't help but tremble when he saw the anger on the face of the Duke. "It has been too many years, and there has been no such thing as the kindness of the Duke, who is known as a true gentleman. Seeing such strong and violent anger, Lao Zhou felt a little cold and didn't dare to look at it again.