For the adult n of Black Mountain Village, once they had children, their remaining task was simply waiting for death.
This seed like a curse, a problem that the unworldly villagers were completely powerless to resolve.
So people fled the village because of it, but the Martial World of Qingzhou was chaotic, rely a larger and more cruel village.
No, it was completely devoid of the peace found in a village.
Within the village, you just waited for premature aging and death, whereas outside you could be deceived and killed, dying without a burial place.
The steep cliffs, in turn, beca a barrier for the tranquil day-to-day life of Black Mountain Village.
The Murong brothers and Duan Yun had not yet left, and so people had already taken a keen interest in this Cultivation Technique.
Yes, setting aside the issue of premature aging and death, even engaging in that kind of activity beca impossible after having children, substantially reducing the pleasures of life.
After all, there wasn’t much to do in the village.
As newly erged Young Heroes, this was their first ti teaching Martial Arts, and the Murong brothers were full of enthusiasm.
Even though they were truly lazy, they beca much more diligent at this mont.
Seeing this, Duan Yun thought, if they were not in a rush to leave, this fellow would wish to settle here to teach Martial Arts.
Murong brothers sat in the carriage, finding themselves puzzled.
If you had told him a year ago that he would beco a Young Hero, Acting for Heaven, even painstakingly teaching Martial Arts to so people he had just t, he would probably think he had gone mad.
Because doing such things, having such thoughts, was indeed very absurd.
The Martial World was filled with deception and murder; he hadn’t joined it, only knew about love and romance, and was already considered as lacking ambition. To teach Martial Arts to ordinary people seed like defying nature.
Unbeknownst to him, he was still influenced by Old Demon Duan.
Does this an that I am no longer a normal person?
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The number of n in Black Mountain Village Practicing Posture suddenly increased.
After all, not everyone wanted to be dispirited, aging prematurely, waiting for death.
Or perhaps, having seen too many fellow villagers age and die prematurely, they were eager to change this situation.
To better introduce these inexperienced n to the basics, the Murong brothers also diligently passed on their heart’s understanding.
When they initially practiced "Jade Sword True Understanding," the biggest obstacle they encountered was perceiving Moonlight, so they carefully wrote down this process, even including the point that the moon is a mirror, reflecting the light of the Sun.
"Stop practicing, it’s late at night, how can your body stand this."
"If I don’t practice, I’ll be like this for the rest of my life, I want to practice."
"I still want to play with you."
"You devil!"
...
There was a significant disagreent in Black Mountain Village over whether to Practice Posture.
After all, these n were naturally frail, and this Cultivation Technique required practicing under the moonlight at night, with the weather becoming colder and colder.
It may result in catching a cold, adding insult to injury.
This ca down to a matter of acceptance of one’s fate or not.
This Posture practice was not difficult; they only needed to learn the simple breathing pattern of nine shallow breaths and one deep breath, and to feel the Moonlight.
Li Sangou was the most proactive in practicing.
His eldest brother, Li Dagou, and second brother, Li Ergou, had both passed away, none reaching the age of forty.
He had witnessed the bleakness and unwillingness of his second brother’s death, and as his body deteriorated, he felt the sa.
Was he to watch himself age prematurely and wait for death, or take a chance and practice this Posture? Was there even a choice?
Li Sangou was illiterate, and did not understand anything about the moon being a mirror, reflecting the sunlight.
He only knew to practice, practice with all his might!
To him, the so-called moon, after all is said and done, wasn’t it just the Sun changing its appearance and erging at night after setting?
Just like his wife, who seed gentle and sensible during the day, but once at ho alone, if you dared to provoke her, she would furiously kick you.
Before his body started deteriorating, he had suffered under this woman; it was only because he was weaker in the past two years that she had left him alone.
So, in Li Sangou’s eyes, the moon hanging in the sky was just the "gentle, non-irritable" version of the Sun.
As he continued with the Posture practice, he gradually started to perceive the Moonlight, like his wife’s fiery temper wrapped in a layer of "gentleness."
That night, Li Sangou made a thrilling discovery; his body was warm, and desire flooded him.
So he began frolicking with his wife.
"Dead man, is that green-haired Cultivation Technique really so magical?"
Afterward, Li Sangou’s wife exclaid.
"What green hair, that’s Young Hero Murong; this truly saved my life." Li Sangou said with tears brimming in his eyes.
He had not expected there to be a turnaround in this matter.
A few days later, many people in the village felt so improvent in their health after practicing this Posture, though not as obvious an improvent as Li Sangou, who could turn his wife over with ease.
On the fifteenth of the month, Ming Yue hung high.
Li Sangou stood practicing Posture, absorbing Moonlight even more ferociously.
Having fun with his wife every day, he felt like he had endless energy, life’s pleasures skyrocketing.
He wanted even more!
He now had experience; he thought of the Moonlight as a multitude of calm and gentle yet fiery-tempered versions of his wife.
As they descended into his body, he beca increasingly stronger.
For a mont, he felt as strong as an ox, as if he could plow several acres of land at once.
Every ti he absorbed the Moonlight, his body felt warm, as if he had consud a bowl of nourishing hot soup, replenishing his frail body.
But that night, Li Sangou felt very hot, his body sweating profusely.
Li Sangou’s wife no longer worried about her husband catching a cold; every night, watching him practice Posture under the moonlight, thinking of the night’s activities, she felt a sense of happiness.
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