In the next two days, Qin Zihao wandered around the town. Although he was smiling and kind to others all the way, almost all the residents of the town watched him coldly. Qin Zihao could also experience the arrogance and xenophobia of the residents of the town that Mr. Ke said.

Qin Zihao did not take this seriously, but was wholeheartedly prepared for the upcoming display of the "Six Emperors Sutra".

Soon, the time for display came. It was only early in the morning that the whole town was almost empty, and everyone gathered on a clearing of bluestone slabs in the middle of the town.

Although there are not many residents in the town, only about two thousand people, the open space is not large, and they all squeeze in and suddenly seem a little bustling.

Fortunately, Mr. Ke has experience and took Qin Zihao to take a good place in advance.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, an old man in his sixties, with a long hair and beard walked up to the stage, spoke aloud about the rules displayed, and then, in the expectant eyes of everyone, he lifted up the bright yellow cloth on a wooden shelf in the center.

Suddenly, half of the broken ancient book appeared in everyone's sight. Everyone present stared at the book intently, and some people were muttering words, as if they were reciting the contents on the pages.

Some people, after seeing this, seemed to have some insights, sat cross-legged and began to close their eyes and practice meditation.

Qin Zihao immediately withdrew his gaze and looked at the ancient book on the wooden stand with all his attention.

Ancient books are written in brushes. Due to the erosion of time, the deeds have become much weaker. In addition, the book itself is a bit broken, so it seems a bit difficult.

However, when Qin Zihao focused on reading the first sentence, he quickly finished reading the content of the first page. The words in it were also firmly remembered in Qin Zihao.

Then, Qin Zihao focused his attention and looked from the beginning again. This time, he was going to feel the meaning of the book, which was something that the content could not contain.

Looking at the gestures of words, Qin Zihao began to try hard to feel the meaning. But after staring at the first word for ten minutes, Qin Zihao didn't feel anything. The mysterious meaning described by everyone was not even able to feel it at all.

"Is this "Six Emperors Sutra" really so difficult to understand?" Qin Zihao was a little confused.

At this moment, bursts of crying came. Qin Zihao turned his head and saw many parents holding their children, poking their fingers with needles, and then dripping blood into a wooden sign-like thing. The crying sounds were made by these children who were only five or six years old.

Seeing this, Qin Zihao couldn't help but be curious, gently arched Mr. Ke and asked, "Old Ke, what are they doing? It's just for practice and comprehending, why are they doing blood?"

Mr. Ke turned his head and looked down, lowered his voice, and said to Qin Zihao: "Speak quietly, you can say such words in front of me, and don't speak randomly in front of locals."

"Uh?" Qin Zihao looked at Mr. Ke, "Mr. Ke, aren't you a local?"

Mr. Ke shook his head and said, "I was thirty years ago. The country sent me here to stay here. My mission is to be responsible for the connection between Liuli Town and the outside world. Thirty years have passed, and I have not yet fully integrated into this town."

"What's the matter of blood?" Qin Zihao pulled the topic back.

Ke Laodao: "This is their custom. Because the residents of the entire town think they are descendants of the Xia Dynasty royal family, and the Six Emperors Sutra is also a secret practice method passed down from the Xia Dynasty. Therefore, they think that their bloodline is orthodox and will definitely have some connection with the Six Emperors Sutra. Therefore, when residents of the town first read the Six Emperors Sutra, they will poke their fingers and drip blood to seek the certification of their bloodlines and bless themselves to comprehend the secret method."

After listening to Mr. Ke’s explanation, Qin Zihao felt speechless. Is the relationship between the Six Emperors and the Six Lizhen Town really true? Even if it is true. The practice of practice depends on understanding and hard work, rather than this so-called orthodox blood worship.

Instead of spending time understanding the Six Emperors Sutra, these residents focus on their orthodox bloodlines and their advantages in their practice. It is no wonder that the strongest people in the entire town have the strength of a martial arts master.

Shaking his head, Qin Zihao withdrew his gaze and continued to stare at the "Six Emperors Sutra", feeling the meaning and profound meaning in it word by word.

However, just one hour passed, and Qin Zihao barely finished reading the first line, but he still didn't feel the so-called profound meaning at all.

Seeing Qin Zihao a little anxious, Mr. Ke said, "Don't be anxious. The Six Emperors Sutra is extremely profound. Many people in the town have been meditating for ten years, but they have not gained much. The current mayor has only understood the tenth page. More people have been wandering on the first and second pages. It is normal that you have just come here and have no feelings."

Qin Zihao nodded on his face, but he was a little confused. He really couldn't imagine what kind of martial arts would hide the mystery so deeply that the practitioners would need to ponder each word, and spend several years or even decades to comprehend it.

Doing this is of no point in doing so, and it is completely unfavorable to the teaching and continuation of the martial arts. If the founder really doesn't want others to practice his own martial arts, then he might as well not write down the martial arts and keep silent about everything. Why do you have to do this?

The more Qin Zihao thought about it, the more strange he felt, and he had no intention of continuing to comprehend the so-called profound meaning in the "Six Emperors Sutra".

In my ears, the crying of children, the sound of someone chanting silently, the sound of meditating breath moving, and the sound of wind blowing gently in the air intertwined and gathered in Qin Zihao's ears, becoming louder and louder, as if countless gongs and drums were exploding in his ears.

Qin Zihao felt a chaos in his mind and felt a little dizzy. Just when this noise reached its peak, Qin Zihao looked up suddenly and his eyes fell on the page of the "Six Emperors Sutra" unfolding in front of him.

In an instant, the originally noisy world suddenly became quiet. The chaotic sounds in my ears quickly faded away until Qin Zihao could not feel them at all.

At this moment, Qin Zihao's eyes did not fall on the words on the pages, and he did not even think about the meaning of the sentence. Instead, after seeing the pages, a nameless feeling surged from the bottom of his heart.

"This, is this the way to truly understand the "Six Emperors Sutra"!" Qin Zihao's heart moved, and he quickly concentrated his energy and began to circulate the breath in his body according to the feeling in his heart.

Suddenly, Qin Zihao felt the aura of herbs in his body automatically circulating in the tendons and veins, and the speed of operation was getting faster and smoother. In almost the blink of an eye, he ran around Qin Zihao's body.

Moreover, this kind of tendons and veins is not the same as the "Shennong Hundred Grass Sutra" that Qin Zihao himself practiced, and is even different from the route of any practice technique that Qin Zihao knew.

However, after the breath was running in his body for a while, Qin Zihao could clearly feel that there were some other auras in his original breath of herbs.

"This is really a way to practice the Six Emperors Sutra!" Qin Zihao was overjoyed, closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, and continued to practice according to the smooth operation of the previous operation.

After such practice, Qin Zihao felt that the breath in his body was running faster and faster, and the speed of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was getting faster and faster. However, in just a few minutes of practice, the effect was equal to the results of the previous two days of practicing the "Shennong Hundred Herbs Sutra".

"That's great, the "Six Emperors Sutra" is indeed magical! The "Shennong Hundred Herbs Sutra" is a good practice technique, but I didn't expect that the "Six Emperors Sutra" is so much more powerful. No wonder it is said that after practicing into the "Six Emperors Sutra", it can break time and space and ascend to the fairy world!" The more Qin Zihao practiced, the more excited he felt.

At this moment, in the outside world, the originally quiet air around Qin Zihao suddenly began to move slowly, and the movement speed became faster and faster, and it continued to gather towards Qin Zihao's head, and finally turned into a vortex, constantly sucking the surrounding air into Qin Zihao's head.

Such a strange phenomenon naturally attracted the attention of people around. Some of the practitioners in the town immediately recognized that Qin Zihao was meditating and absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

In an instant, many cultivators in the town suddenly looked darker, and their eyes looked bad at Qin Zihao.

After all, everyone is in such a small space, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is limited. Qin Zihao's practice of absorbing spiritual energy with such a big fanfare will inevitably affect other people's absorption of spiritual energy in heaven and earth. Moreover, his practice of such greatness will also interfere with others' comprehending the "Six Emperors Sutra".

For a moment, many people turned their attention to the mayor. Mr. Ke also looked anxious and quietly touched Qin Zihao, but did not wake him up.

The mayor snorted coldly and his eyes were cast towards Qin Zihao. Seeing that Qin Zihao was still closing his eyes to practice, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, and he kicked the ground and flew towards Qin Zihao, while slapped Qin Zihao with a palm.

Seeing this, Mr. Ke said something badly, and stood up and bowed, "Xiao Qin doesn't know the rules, so the mayor asks his subordinates to show mercy."

Before the mayor could speak, some of the practitioners sitting around Qin Zihao said dissatisfiedly.

"A foreigner, who does not abide by the rules and disturbs the practice of our residents of Liuli Town. Do you still have to accommodate him?"

"Mayor, this kind of person is just here to make trouble, so he must be severely punished."

"That's right, he is clearly practicing other exercises, but he has to come here to practice and interfere with everyone's practice of the Six Emperors Sutra. I think he has impure bloodline and cannot comprehend the Six Emperors Sutra, so he deliberately interferes with the practice of the descendants of our Xia Dynasty royal family. His heart is punishable!"

…………

"Boy, why don't you get up for me!" The mayor frowned and shouted loudly, slapped Qin Zihao's chest with a palm.
Chapter completed!