Although Su Mulichen was sent to Tianlong Temple to become a monk since he was a child, as a royal child, his ruthless father still gave him all the proper education.
In order to avoid being criticized, Su Mutianjun not only did not let Su Mulichen live in Prince Jin's Mansion, but also provided Su Mulichen with all the treatment that a royal child should enjoy, including studying literature and martial arts, as well as food, clothing and other expenses.
Even when Su Mulichen was fifteen years old, the palace sent him a concubine, but Su Mulichen refused on the grounds that he had become a monk and had let go of the four elements.
Although Su Mulichen had no material needs, he always knew he was despised and that he would never be able to reach that position. Despite this, the stubborn Su Mulichen worked harder than anyone else. Whether studying literature or practicing martial arts, he was extremely strict with himself, striving for excellence.
A diligent and hardworking child always hopes for the approval of his parents. However, perhaps it was his father's cold and ruthless attitude, as well as the lack of affection between him and his concubine and mother, who he only saw a few times a year, that made Su Mulichen, who once longed for parental love, gradually grow cold.
When Su Mulichen was twelve years old, his father, Su Mutianjun, ascended the throne. Originally a cultivator with his hair uncut, Su Mulichen took the initiative to request to be ordained. The young Su Mulichen at that time was well aware that his father's accession to the throne was a bloody one.
Unwilling to step on a pile of corpses to enjoy the honor of being a prince, Su Mulichen lost not only his three thousand strands of black hair, but also the brotherhood he had with his cousin, Su Mulige, the only one who had ever given him warmth. The scars that gradually appeared on his head were a constant reminder that from now on, there would no longer be Su Mulichen, a royal descendant, but only Wuchen, a monk from Tianlong Temple.
Let’s get back to the topic.
Last time, Wu Chen and Hua Qingcheng competed in a duel to decide whether they would address each other as "brother and sister" or "mother and son." After accepting Hua Qingchen's challenge, Wu Chen was eager to fight her with all his might. After all, this decision depended on whether he should continue to be a monk or return to secular life and marry a beautiful woman.
"Good sister, I won't use my hands and I'll let you do this for three moves!"
Wu Chen broke off a dead branch from the snow and put it behind his back, planning to use his sword skills to capture his wife first.
If you don’t take advantage of a good opportunity, you’re a bastard!
Although the other party was talking to her about the ways of a gentleman, Hua Qingcheng didn't want to call a monk like Hua "brother." As Wuchen finished speaking, Hua Qingcheng immediately swung her fists, attacking Wuchen's face with full force. Wuchen nimbly dodged by moving sideways. The first move missed.
"My dear son, I gave you what I did just now!" Hua Qingcheng also broke off a wooden stick and waved it a few times. "Swish, swish, swish", uh, it was quite smooth.
"A filial son is born under the stick!"
With a sharp shout from Hua Qingcheng, the wooden stick in her hand quickly attacked Wuchen's lower body. Wuchen jumped quickly and dodged Hua Qingcheng's powerful stick again.
"Good sister, you still have one more chance, otherwise I will have to use my real skills next time."
Wu Chen stroked his shiny bald head, raised his heroic eyebrows, and looked at Hua Qingcheng with a playful look, his face full of cynicism. However, in Hua Qingcheng's eyes, Wu Chen's playful actions made him look like a rather annoying monk.
However, despite Wu Chen's somewhat unconventional nature, he had been taught both literature and martial arts by imperial officials since childhood, and had also been a disciple of Master Kudeng, the abbot of Tianlong Temple. His martial arts skills were truly formidable. Perhaps the only person of his generation who could defeat him was his cousin, Su Mulige, who tragically perished in the fire.
"My dear son, didn't your master teach you to respect the elderly and love the young?"
Hua Qingcheng, who was holding a grudge against the monk for spanking her just now, had a smile on her face, but her expression suddenly turned cold. She picked up a wooden stick and started beating Wu Chen.
"The Prodigal Son's Stick!"
Wu Chen dodged left and right, avoiding Hua Qingcheng's wooden sticks that were attacking him one after another in a disorderly manner.
"Good sister, we've already won three moves!" Wu Chen, holding a branch behind his back, looked speechlessly at Hua Qingcheng who was chasing him with a wooden stick.
"Man is born good. If he is not taught, his nature will change. I, your mother, will have to work hard today to discipline my good son!"
Hua Qingcheng ignored Wu Chen's words and continued to chase him with the stick. The two people who were dueling at first also experienced a strange change in style.
"Good sister, you...you are not following the moral code of martial arts!" Wu Chen, who originally planned to fight with Hua Qingcheng, was chased by her with a wooden stick and ran around with his head in his hands.
It wasn't that Wu Chen couldn't really beat Hua Qingcheng, but rather that he was happily and painfully enjoying being chased and beaten by his "good sister." For Wu Chen, the appearance of this woman was a rare touch of color in his dull life.
"There is no need for martial ethics between mother and son!" After venting her anger, Hua Qingcheng threw away the wooden stick in her hand and straightened her messy clothes.
"In that case... then..."
A cunning light flashed in Wu Chen's dark eyes, and then he raised his hand and flicked a finger towards Hua Qingcheng through the air. The next moment, Hua Qingcheng found herself unable to move.
“I’ll go!”
"What did you do to me, Flower Monk?"
Hua Qingcheng, who had capsized in the gutter, secretly complained: "The martial arts of the ancients are really abnormal. Not only can they fly over rooftops and walls, but they also have internal energy and other things." Could her current condition be the legendary acupuncture point?
"Amitabha!"
"Good sister...I won!"
Wu Chen twirled the rosewood Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, took them off and hung them around Hua Qingcheng's neck, and raised his heroic eyebrows at her again.
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