In Shaolin Temple.

The literati in green shirt threw the green bamboo to Wang Anfeng. Without any action, more than a dozen secret books appeared beside Wang Anfeng and said casually:

"The sword technique I created is intended to destroy all the martial arts in the world."

"How to break it if you haven't learned it?"

"You can see all these martial arts, practice them at will, and do not study them in depth."

Wang Anfeng picked up these secrets. In addition to swordsmanship, there are also various weapons, swords, guns, swords, halberds, and hidden weapons. He thought that the seventy-second sword-breaking technique was indeed a martial arts way to break the opponent's moves.

As the saying goes, knowing oneself and the enemy can lead to a victory in a hundred battles. If you have never practiced swordsmanship, how can you practice swordsmanship that breaks swordsmanship to the peak?

Mr. Ying thought that he had practiced hundreds of martial arts, so he was able to create this kind of swordsmanship. However, he had not learned other martial arts, so he wanted to practice only one swordsmanship and break through all kinds of martial arts. Wouldn't it be a blind man touching an elephant?

With a turbulent thought, Wang Anfeng bowed to the scholar again, and then picked up the secret book, placed it on one side of the bluestone, and took a secret book from the top, which was a "Ghost Head Sword Technique". He was slightly stunned, feeling that the name seemed to have heard of it, but it seemed to be just an illusion.

Now I don’t look into it in depth. When I look at it, I see that the moves are extremely cold, the sword moves are dangerous and extremely cruel. It covers the basic methods of sword techniques. It is quite simple, but it is integrated, as if it is tempered for thousands of times. It is obviously not that ordinary, and I am fascinated for a moment.

Wang Anfeng's opponents in the Tongren Lane are many of his outstanding sword skills, and the Seventy-two-handed swordsmanship aims to destroy all kinds of martial arts in the world. Therefore, he is not ignorant of the basic techniques of swordsmanship.

But these basics and systematic sword techniques are two worlds with completely different ways. At this moment, he looked at this sword technique and the sword moves against sword techniques in the seventy-two hands of the sword technique could not be controlled. He seemed to have some understanding, but if he wanted to study it deeply, it was like the moon in the well and the flowers in the water, which dispersed as soon as he touched it, and could not see the whole picture.

I read this sword technique several times and there seemed to be two villains in my mind, one holding a sword and the other holding a sword, and they attacked each other and were unwilling to admit defeat. The sword technique first broke the sword technique, but since it was my own sword technique, I naturally knew where the possible flaws of sword technique were.

Then, based on this "Ghost Head Sword Technique", he broke the 72-hand breaking move. At this time, in order to deal with the 72-hand breaking, the style of this slash has undergone a slight change.

He then used sword skills to break the sword technique again.

After a while, the attack continued. Wang Anfeng sat cross-legged in place, fell into deep thoughts and thoughts. After a moment, he turned the sword technique to the first page and looked again. The speed slowed down. After a moment, he finished reading again. After pondering for a while, he turned to the first page again.

At this time, the speed of flipping through was extremely slow. I would think about each move for a long time. I held the green bamboo thrown by Mr. Ying in my right hand and slashed from time to time. I gradually became more proficient in my moves.

The scribe in the green shirt nodded slightly when he saw his appearance.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his face was softer, but he stopped in an instant. He coughed lightly, and his expression became colder. Instead, he became more indifferent than before. He stood not far from Wang Anfeng, with his hands behind his back, his clothes moving with the wind, and his charm was a hermit and master.

At this moment, he seemed to have noticed something, frowned slightly and said:

"Someone has arrived near your house."

The voice was indifferent, but it was like the sound of the collision of the jade tripod. It was clear and clear, awakening Wang Anfeng from his thoughts. The latter had just practiced martial arts from his mind and had unconsciously called some internal force. When he was awake, his internal force surged, but was suppressed by the sound and returned to peace.

Wang Anfeng himself was not aware of it, and he looked at Mr. Ying with a little confusion, and the latter said lightly:

"Today, let's go out first and send the visitors."

Before he could come back to his senses, Wang Anfeng had disappeared from the Shaolin Temple and appeared in the wooden house.

Shaolin Temple·The top of the lonely peak.

Wu Changqing stroked his beard, moved his eyes away from the fragment of "Tianwen", pondered for a moment, picked up his pen and wrote several lines, looked at the newly written needle method, and nodded with satisfaction.

When he turned around and saw Hong Luoyu looking at the volume of "Tianwen" and pondered, his expression was quite calm and he was no longer as frivolous as before. He was still a little uncomfortable for a moment.

And beside it, Yuanci just happened to finish writing what he was in his hand.

Wu Changqing stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Master has some insight this time?"

Yuanci nodded and said:

"Slight gain."

"But I don't know who wrote this volume of "Tianwen"? Without a single word, it contains profound martial arts principles."

"I have never heard of such a strange treasure in the past."

Wu Changqing sighed when he heard this:

"Yes, even so mysterious, it's just a fragment, which is really incredible."

Shaking his head and sighing, then thinking about something again, and laughing:

"By the way, what martial arts are you writing about this time?"

Yuanci put down the pen in his hand and said casually:

"It's just a stick technique, using the "General Stick" of Daqin as the bones, it's just a little bit of correction."

Wu Changqing nodded, not thinking it was strange.

During this period, they were in Shaolin Temple, while looking at the martial arts secrets brought by Gongsun Jing, using the martial arts concepts of the Great Qin River and the Lake to feed their own martial arts. On the other hand, they looked at the fragments of "Tianwen" every day, and if they gain something, they would write them down and correct the martial arts secrets of the world.

One is to integrate ideas, and the other is that the literati asked them to do this. When they were idle, they fulfilled their wishes. Anyway, with their martial arts background, even if they re-create a martial arts, it would not be difficult. What's more, just modifying them, killing two birds with one stone, why not do it?

Thinking of this, Wu Changqing stroked his beard and smiled:

"The master and the gentleman are in close contact, but do you know what the gentleman is doing?"

Yuanci glanced at him and said concisely:

"It's not uncommon."

Wu Changqing was slightly stunned, and then he understood Yuanci's meaning.

Since then, these two men have fought at least ten times in more than a year. How can they be called "Mo rebellious"? That can be said to be "reverse all the time". If they have different opinions, they will fight. However, he never thought that Yuanci, who has always been peaceful, would be quite stubborn about this literal matter and couldn't help laughing out loud.

At this moment, Yuanci had already withdrawn her gaze and said:

"However, as far as I know, his behavior must be for the Feng'er."

"The seventy-two-handed swordsmanship is known as destroying all the martial arts in the world, but it is just a skeleton. The more you know about martial arts, the stronger your power. If you really meet a skilled swordsman, Feng'er's swordsmanship with only frames at this time is not enough to be an enemy."

"Besides, our martial arts are different from the martial arts of the Qin Dynasty. Simple martial arts are better. The more profound you see, the greater the differences. If Feng'er's moves are all different from secular martial arts, he will inevitably be in trouble."

"It's better to learn some martial arts of the Qin Dynasty. On the one hand, it will enrich one's own Musashi and use stones from other mountains to attack jade, and on the other hand, it will also turn this trouble into invisible."

Wu Changqing realized it clearly when he heard this, nodded and said:

"I see."

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At the same time, Fufeng Academy Palace is among the wooden houses.

Wang Anfeng was still sitting cross-legged and appeared on his bed. At this time, he was still obsessed with the thoughts just now, with a slightly confused expression. He looked around and looked around, and suddenly a strange sound came from his abdomen, and a strong sense of hunger knocked him down instantly.

When he was meditating on martial arts, he consumed a lot of money. In order to eat more of his second master's skills, he had not eaten his rice since noon. He had just been in deep thought and didn't care. At this time, he returned to his sense of waking up, and this feeling of hunger emerged like a tide, which was unbearable.

The boy held his stomach with both hands and smashed himself on the bed. Thinking of the second master's medicinal food, he swallowed unyieldingly and murmured:

"The meal is about to start."

"Who is it..."

Suddenly, a very subtle sound could be heard in his ears, mixed with the sound of the wind, which was extremely inconspicuous. Wang Anfeng's expression changed slightly. He raised his head, looked in a direction, calmed down, and carefully identified it, but found that it was indeed similar to the sound that the third master deliberately made when he plotted against him.

Thinking of the fact that the third master always succeeds in his plot, he will say with confidence that he is doing this for the sake of his future walk and not being plotted by stolen people. As a disciple, you must understand the master's painstaking efforts. What else does Wang Anfeng not understand in his heart?

Another strange scream in his belly caused flames to run around in his eyes. The boy was so angry that he laughed, gritted his teeth, and said word by word:

"Hey……"

"So, it's, stealing..."

At the same time, there are dozens of meters outside the wooden house.

Liang Jinggen sneaked in secret, feeling complacent, and whispered to his companion behind him:

"Hehe, nothing happened, right?"

"We were the skills of our ancestors at that time. We were not the kind of experienced people, so we would never find it."

The fat man felt a little relieved, and he was worried again, saying:

"What if the Bookkeeper happened to not sleep?"

Liang Jinggen replied impatiently:

"Ask, how many times have you asked?"

"Aren't I worried?"

Liang Jinggen sneered and said:

"It's best that he fell asleep."

"If you don't sleep, you'll get smoke later, and you can turn the amount of scalpers."

"Hehe, I don't believe that he can withstand it. No one can avoid being scattered once when walking in the world. Let's just treat it as a lesson to the bookkeeper Wang Shaoxia in advance. This "Zangyuan Sword" is considered a fee. In the future, we must thank us for walking in the world."

After saying that, he was silent, looked around and saw that no one came over, and waved to himself, saying:

"Let's go, fat man."

"A lot of money is waiting for us..."

On a dark and windy night, two people, one fat and one thin, rose up, their eyes shining, and rushed towards the quiet wooden house like hungry wolf.
Chapter completed!