The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: From the Moment He Picked Up Qu Feiyan

Chapter 26 Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill!

"Feifei, could you tell me more about the origins of this martial art?"

Although Shen An tried his best to keep his voice calm, the slight tremor at the end betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

"Mmm!" After revealing her true identity, Qu Feiyan's desire to confide in Shen An became even stronger, and she couldn't wait to talk to him more.

She shifted closer to Shen An, and mimicked his posture by crossing her legs, then began to speak with great seriousness:

"This martial art was obtained by our sect by chance from Kunlun Mountain many years ago. It is said that the elders in charge of passing on the skill were quite happy at the time because this skill seems very easy to learn, but it has a solid foundation and seems to have great potential for future development."

"And then?" Shen An pressed.

"And then that's it." Qu Feiyan shrugged, a hint of disgust on her face.

"The first batch of carefully selected disciples all entered the sect very quickly. However, after breaking through to the next level after two or three years of training, they found that it would take five or six years to break through to the next level, and then more than ten years, which was really not worth the effort."

The girl pouted: "The world is dangerous. Who has the time to spend decades practicing this just to gain some strength? It just so happens that the name is 'The Deaf, Blind, and Lame Kung Fu,' and everyone agreed that it was a fitting name. If someone isn't physically disabled and unable to learn sophisticated techniques, who would practice such a clumsy kung fu? Everyone believed that this was a kung fu specifically for disabled people, so that they could have more strength to live a normal life."

really!

Feifei's description perfectly matches the characteristics of the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill" practiced by the Golden Wheel Monk in The Return of the Condor Heroes.

This technique progresses from simple to complex, divided into thirteen levels. The first level can be mastered in one or two years unless one is as stupid as a pig; the second level takes twice as long, requiring three or four years; the third level takes even longer, requiring seven or eight years... and so on. If one were to reach the thirteenth level, even a thousand years of lifespan would not be enough.

However, it was precisely with this seemingly dull skill that the Golden Wheel Monk, relying on his extraordinary talent and comprehension, managed to break through the tenth level and develop the terrifying power of the Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants. If he hadn't encountered Yang Guo's even more unreasonable Ecstasy Palm, he probably would have been unstoppable in the Central Plains martial arts world at that time.

Shen An's fingers trembled slightly as he quickly flipped through the book. The more he read, the more alarmed he became, and the more ecstatic he felt.

As he expected, this was not some rudimentary skill from unorthodox sects; it clearly bore the mark of Tantric Buddhism!

However, it seems that some parts were omitted or misrepresented by later generations.

Perhaps if I master the first level, I can make up for my biggest weakness in strength, but... should I really start training like this?

His fingers gently traced the edges of the pages, the paper brittle from age, a sense of unease rising within him.

No, we can't rush it.

This booklet has clearly been transcribed multiple times, and may even have contained numerous errors by the time it was obtained by the Sun Moon Cult.

Come to think of it, how could those members of the demonic sect who don't understand Sanskrit at all, or even fools like the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, possibly understand this Tantric Dharma Protector Divine Skill accurately?

In the art of martial arts, even a slight error can lead to a huge mistake.

Moreover, this seemingly profound and mysterious martial art has become a martial art exclusively for the disabled—the Deaf, Blind, and Lame.

Did the Six Immortals of Peach Valley go mad before practicing this technique, or did they practice the technique first and then go mad?

Hard to say.

Although Shen An desperately needed the boost in strength that this martial art would bring, he absolutely did not want to become the seventh "Peach Valley Immortal".

If they trick Qu Feiyan into practicing too, they'll end up looking like an ugly monster when they're all together. Shen An thought to himself, "That's not a very funny joke."

It seems that to truly master this divine skill, one must not only consult this incomplete scroll, but also seek its source—the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra"—to verify it.

"Brother An, what's wrong? Is this book unsuitable for you?" Qu Feiyan asked anxiously as she noticed Shen An's unusual expression. "If it's unsuitable, just throw it away. I'll go steal... find you a better one."

She originally wanted to say "steal," but then she was afraid that Shen An would not like this behavior, so she quickly changed her words. However, she stared at Shen An with her big eyes without blinking, afraid of seeing a trace of disappointment on his face.

Shen An snapped out of his daze and looked at the girl in front of him. The slight regret he had felt due to the incomplete cultivation technique vanished instantly.

He turned and smiled at her. How he practiced was his own business, but this little girl's feelings were genuine.

Moreover, she did indeed give herself a big surprise.

"Feifei, this gift is wonderful, you could even say there's nothing better than it. It's exactly what I need right now."

"real?!"

"Really." Shen An nodded solemnly. "However, this technique is quite profound and mysterious, so I can't start practicing it rashly. It's not too late for me to study it properly when I get back."

"That's great!" the girl cheered and threw herself into Shen An's arms.

Shen An tried to stop it in a panic, but it was too late.

"Ahem!"

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry..."

Shen An rubbed his chest and coughed incessantly, while Qu Feiyan kept apologizing beside him.

…………

It was nearly dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the bamboo forest a golden red, and a gentle breeze brought a refreshing coolness.

Shen An sat cross-legged on a flat bluestone and, taking advantage of the lingering effect of Qu Yang's internal energy transfer, slowly regulated his breathing for several cycles.

He slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

What comes into view is a delicate little face.

Qu Feiyan was sitting opposite him, her hands supporting her chin, her head tilted, seemingly lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the sunset.

The glow of the sunset cast a rosy hue on her small face.

Seeing Shen An open his eyes, she was initially nervous, but then, seemingly not quite understanding why she was nervous, she smiled and asked, "Brother An, are you all healed?"

"Actually, there's nothing seriously injured." Shen An moved his shoulders, his joints making a soft cracking sound. "I mainly regained some strength. Thanks to your grandfather's acupuncture, it actually helped clear up some of my blocked meridians."

Qu Feiyan giggled, then lowered her head somewhat forlornly, lightly kicking at the pebbles on the ground with her toes: "Brother An, do you think... Grandpa and Uncle Liu's matter will really be resolved peacefully?"

Shen An heard the slight tremor in her voice and understood.

The girl was still worried after all.

Although she is usually quirky and fearless, that's only because she has her grandfather's protection.

But now, facing the infighting of the Songshan Sect, even figures like Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng are like ants. How could this oppressive feeling of impending doom not make this teenage girl feel unprecedentedly terrified?

Shen An looked into her uneasy eyes and sighed inwardly. He knew how tragic the ending was in the original story.

The day Liu Zhengfeng retires from his life of crime will be the day his entire family is wiped out. Qu Yang, in an attempt to save his best friend, also meets his end. Even the bright and beautiful young girl before him is killed in an instant by Fei Bin, as if it were a joke.

In the end, only the final song "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" remained.

Shen An looked at Qu Feiyan and said slowly, "With me here, everything will be alright."

With the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, he was confident that if he could hold out for two or three years, he could grow to a level that no one could imagine.

"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for Brother An?"

Qu Feiyan raised her head, her eyes filled with complex emotions. She both hoped that Shen An could help them, and was afraid that she would drag Shen An down with her.

After all, Shen An is still a disciple of the Songshan Sect. If things were to come to light, his situation would probably be a hundred times more dangerous than theirs.

"It's okay, I just want to be myself again."

Shen An's gaze passed over Qu Feiyan and settled on the crescent moon that was slowly rising in the distance.

Are they the same moon?