Yan Xi hugged the crying little pendant and stroked Yuechi's forehead, which made the little Taoist boy look bloody. While comforting the little junior brother, he read the words in the air.
Role: Taoist (Yanxi)
Name: Huang Shao
longevity:15/15
Disciple: Snow Mountain Sect
Master: Taoist Jiuhe
Taoism: None
Martial Arts: Snow Mountain Sect Breathing Technique (not yet started), White Ape Fist (Proficient: 78%), Bronze Elephant Kung Fu (Perfect), Iron Bone Kung Fu (Proficient: 23%)
Talent: Copper Skin and Iron Bone (+5)
Skills: None
Items: None
Character Card: Taoist (Yanxi) New Story Line:
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First of all, the character data has been slightly changed. The Bronze Elephant Skill has changed from (Dacheng: 15%) to Perfection. The talent Iron Bone and Bronze Skin has an additional "+5" after it.
Yan Xi didn't feel any changes in his body. Obviously, this data improvement was not obvious.
Secondly, the original story line is changed into a new story line.
The new story line after the change has a short story: Yanxi and his junior brother Yuechi planned to kill Yun Jizi, but were captured alive by Liang Mengchun, the Hanshan warrior who came later, tortured and interrogated in every possible way, and died of dismemberment.
The veins on Yan Xi's forehead were broken, and he couldn't help but curse: "Why don't you see me living well? Even my longevity has not changed, and I have to die early."
"You really can't stay in this miserable place for too long, it's better to stay in a mental hospital."
“Exceptionally safe.”
Yan Xi really misses the mental hospital a little bit.
The happiness and joy of escaping from death, the panic of killing for the first time, the dissatisfaction with his future destiny, all kinds of emotions mixed together, made him no longer afraid.
Yan Xi let out a gentle breath, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart. He couldn't help but glance at Yun Jizi's body. After all, he was the person he killed with his own hands, so he felt a little taboo in his heart.
But as an Internet writer, he knows one thing very well: killing people without touching their bodies will easily lead to losing readers.
Although he was very resistant to what he was going to do next, Yan Xi still pushed his junior brother aside and couldn't help but search Yun Jizi carefully.
The old Taoist priest didn't have many things on him. He had a jade vase and a stack of gold tickets with the words "100 taels of real gold" on them. Although it was the first time he saw them, he would not admit them wrong. A thick book of notebooks was very old.
There was a long rope with spears tied to both ends, and a large red wine gourd.
Although Yun Jizi dressed up as a Taoist priest, he did not worship the Three Pure Ones. He was a lone gangster. He had recently made a big deal and received a large sum of money from Zhong Nandi and Gao Liren. He had just exchanged these belongings for gold tickets.
There was no time to find a place to hide.
Even people in the world don't usually carry such a large amount of gold tickets with them.
Yan Xi counted the stack of gold tickets. Each one was one hundred taels, totaling sixty-eight. He couldn't help but get excited.
The bills in this ancient world are not as exquisite as the currency printing of various countries, but the purchasing power represented by each gold bill must far exceed the large-denomination banknotes of any country.
Yan Xi also didn't know how the weight unit in this world was determined. If one tael is similar to the ancient Chinese tael, it would be about twenty grams.
Six thousand eight hundred taels of gold, which is about 150 kilograms. Based on the current gold price of around 500 per gram, it is more than 70 million yuan.
Even in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, this amount of money can buy a luxury house.
Yan Xi has been on the street for many years and has never seen any big money, but every day he stops dreaming that he can make a name for himself with just two hands and a keyboard.
He thought to himself: "Wait for me to find a bank, exchange the gold tickets into real gold, take them back and exchange them for RMB, and write a shitty online article?"
He had just been excited for a while, when he thought of his old readers, especially those familiar IDs who had been following him since the first few books of his writing career. He felt his conscience again and thought to himself: "I can't abandon those who have been following me for many years."
Old readers, they will either learn from a certain banana or a certain toad and write randomly..."
"Sack, I always feel that sooner or later these two guys will be blocked by readers and drop candles somewhere, so it's better not to learn."
“Now that life is comfortable, it’s time to write books seriously for readers.”
"Write some sacred books."
Yan Xi ignored the fact that he was actually not good at writing books. He put the golden ticket in his arms, opened the letter again, and looked at it a few times.
These words are very similar to Chinese characters. Even if you have never seen them before, you can still read them roughly. They are full of fragmentary words: There seems to be something wrong with this method of luck. Go to the Guliang acupoint. Change to the Shangqu acupoint.
It's quite smooth. It's particularly light when you bend your knees for three points and use the arches of your feet to exert strength.
This handbook records a newly created martial art.
Based on his own martial arts, Yun Jizi has collected six or seven types of Qing Gong. He wants to create a brand new Qing Gong body method. He has already created twenty-one styles, and five or six styles are still being refined.
Yan Xi stretched out his hand and pressed it. After a while, nothing happened. He wiped his hand on his chest again, smearing a handful of freshly sprayed blood, and pressed it again, but still nothing happened.
"Shouldn't you learn it with just one click?"
"Does this thing require real practice?"
Yan Xi is very talented. As a fat writer, he struggles to do gymnastics on the radio. What kind of martial arts should he practice?
Wouldn’t it be nice for him to watch the young ladies dancing at Station B?
As for the fat Taoist priest Yan Xi, if he really has the qualifications to learn martial arts, he will not be a master of hard skills in the outer sect. He doesn't even have the basic skills of Xueshan Sect's breathing skills.
Although he felt that the notebook was of little value, Yan Xi still put it away, opened the stopper of the jade bottle, and smelled it, confirming that it contained the elixir that Yun Jizi gave him, although he did not know that it was for nourishing yin.
Yes, it is still an aphrodisiac. What are its specific functions, but it is definitely a good thing.
He didn't dare to eat it randomly, so he planned to take it back and pay for a laboratory to test it.
As for whether these things could be brought back, Yan Xi had no idea at all.
The rope dart and the big red wine gourd were left, and he gave them to his junior brother without hesitation, saying: "We two junior brothers are like brothers from the same mother. Even if it's a bowl of water, if my senior brother drinks it, I'll have to lick it for you."
Licking the bottom of the bowl. Senior brother took those useless things, and I'll give you these two better ones."
Yan Xi's touch on Yuechi's face and head was full of blood, and it looked as if he had been beaten severely. Moreover, because he had cried several times in a row, his face was stained and stained.
He timidly took the two things and said, "I am a swordsman who doesn't need rope darts, and my master doesn't let me drink."
Yan Xi became impatient and said, "Senior brother, just take it if you are told to do so. Why are you so polite?"
He paused for a moment, then brought up the old matter again, and said: "The temple is already very dangerous, and there may be a big enemy coming."
"Junior brother, let's run away right now!"
"The worst thing is, if we come back in a few days, I'm sure those people won't stay long."
Yan Xi made up his mind. If the story line changed, it would mean that the crisis had passed, and then he would travel back.
If the storyline remains unchanged and Yanxi and Yuechi are still captured by their enemies, then they have no choice but to escape alone.
These people definitely cannot be chased to a mental hospital.
Even if you chase him, you don't have anything to worry about. There is a tranquilizer gun in the courtyard. With one shot, an elephant can be knocked down, let alone a mere hero.
Yan Xi was looking forward to the scene where these enemies in the world, who claimed to know martial arts and could travel to other worlds, were treated by Dr. Sun Jing with increased drug doses and electric shock treatment.
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