Afterwards, the two of them had a tacit understanding and did not mention the exploration again, leaving room for choice as to whether to cooperate in the future.
They talked about old techniques, and Wang Xuan was mainly asking. He wanted to know something about it, such as the golden bamboo slips from the pre-Qin period.
Zhao Qinghan clearly told him not to think too much about this "wonderful object". Only four copies have been unearthed in so many years, and two of them were fought over by various parties and thus scattered.
In the true sense, there are only two complete copies of the golden bamboo slips from the Pre-Qin Dynasty, which are locked in the strongest safe of the largest bank in Xinxing.
Wang Xuan felt regretful that such a thing was beyond his reach.
Even if the old techniques decline, those organizations and chaebols have no intention of letting go. At least there is no hope yet.
Zhao Qinghan told him that not to mention the golden bamboo slips, any piece inherited by the alchemists of the pre-Qin Dynasty was extremely rare because there were too few of them in existence.
"Does this mean that ordinary pre-Qin bamboo slips are also priceless?" Wang Xuan asked.
Zhao Qinghan glanced at him and said: "There are no ordinary bamboo slips related to the pre-Qin alchemists."
Wang Xuan realized how precious the translation of the Pre-Qin bamboo slips given to him by Professor Lin was.
In fact, Professor Lin almost died because of this bamboo slip, and he escaped from the Pre-Qin Tomb with a narrow escape and survived by luck.
"I heard that there was a grandmaster from Xinxing, but in the end he died from practicing certain physical skills. How strong is a person at that level?"
Zhao Qinghan was a little surprised. He felt that his information was not too limited. He even knew about this kind of thing about Xinxing. He judged that he must have other ways.
After Wang Xuan finished speaking, he knew that she must have various ideas.
But he didn't care. The two of them would go their separate ways soon, and there wouldn't be much intersection under normal circumstances. Anyway, he didn't want to get into the muddy waters of Zhao Qinghan's exploratory plan at the moment.
Zhao Qinghan felt that the road to old skills was quite rugged and difficult to walk, and not many people could achieve success in it.
"That grandmaster practiced a secret scripture from the Taoist ancestral court that you were thinking about just now. As a result, he got himself involved in it. His internal organs were rotten as if they were cooked. He died quite miserably."
How could Wang Xuan be so dangerous?
He paid more and more attention to and was cautious about the golden book in his hand. What Zhang Daoling left behind was definitely not weaker than the secret scriptures of the Taoist ancestral court.
Qin Cheng sighed: "Why bother? You are already a master, and in the end you end up with a stew of internal organs. People are never satisfied."
"You're talking lightly. When he gets older day by day and learns that once he successfully practices that kind of physical skills, he can regenerate the aging internal organs and extend his life for decades, do you think he can withstand the temptation?"
"There are such great benefits, if I...want to try it too!" Qin Cheng nodded, looking forward to it leisurely.
"How far is the level of a grandmaster from that of a pre-Qin alchemist?" Wang Xuan asked.
"It's not of the same order of magnitude. It's too far apart to be comparable." Zhao Qinghan said flatly.
Then she looked at Wang Xuan and said: "I think you seem to want to continue on the path of old magic. Is your goal to be a pre-Qin alchemist?"
Wang Xuan said: "I am an abandoned person. Without access to new techniques, I can only continue on the road of old techniques."
After Qin Cheng heard this, he was deeply moved and felt sorry for his friend.
Zhao Qinghan felt that Wang Xuan was very talented in the old art, and no one could tell what the future would bring.
Qin Cheng shook his head and said: "Old Wang was not born at the right time. If it were in ancient times, he might have grown to the point where he could dominate the world and become a legend or even a myth. But in this era, with the rise of scientific and technological civilization, he practiced old skills
So what if we reach extremely advanced areas? There is no way to stop modern weapons. The stars are still brilliant, the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty have turned into loess, and the alchemists who were ordered to find elixirs for them have also died in the years. The road to old skills is difficult.
Ah, there is no hope."
This topic is a bit heavy. Living in this era, the old art has indeed become dim, and it is difficult to see the hope of its brilliance.
No matter how powerful the old art is, what's the point? An elite soldier armed with an advanced technological weapon is enough, and it can directly defeat the masters of the old art field.
Zhao Qinghan looked at Wang Xuan and found that he was very calm. He was obviously a man with a strong heart and his own beliefs. Did he think there was a way out for the old technique?
"So..." Qin Cheng spoke again, taking over the previous words, looking at Zhao Qinghan, and said: "It would be a pity if Old Wang was buried like this. Goddess Zhao, do you have any way to help Wang Xuan, such as new skills?
Practice methods, etc., or take Wang Xuan to Xinxing."
After saying so much, he just wanted to pave the way and did not hesitate to lose face and ask Zhao Qinghan to help Wang Xuan.
Wang Xuan waved his hand to stop his words, then patted him on the shoulder and said: "I know my way very well."
He didn't say thank you to Qin Cheng, he understood his intention, but he didn't want him to ask for help like this.
Zhao Qinghan told her that she would promote this matter after returning to Xinxing, but she could not guarantee anything.
Wang Xuan expressed his gratitude to her, but declined. He wanted to reconsider his own path.
Zhao Qinghan nodded, smiled, and soon stood up to leave, saying that he would meet again in the future and meet again then.
Wang Xuan and Qin Cheng stood up and watched her leave.
Qin Cheng said: "Old Wang, you don't seem to want to get too involved with her, but I feel a pity that you rejected her like this. If she is willing to help, she can probably take you to Xinxing."
Wang Xuan shook his head: "High-end players have begun to explore a certain mysterious area. I can't afford to mess with it at the moment. I don't want to get involved."
Qin Cheng nodded and said: "It makes sense. Where did you say that place was? She mentioned that someone had ambitions and wanted to light the divine fire. What happened?"
"There is too little information available so far to be able to figure out exactly what the situation is, but it sounds like it has something to do with the Western belief in gods."
"I'm going, can't I?!" Qin Cheng was surprised and said: "In this era, can someone really dream of becoming a god? Are you crazy!"
Wang Xuan said: "Who knows what they have discovered? Didn't she say that some people are daydreaming about becoming Buddhas and ancestors?"
Qin Cheng sighed: "It seems that something extraordinary has happened deep in the starry sky. I can feel the strong wind blowing over there. The stars and the sea, the new era, and the infinite vastness have made me excited. I can't wait to rush there right away."
past."
"After the founding of the People's Republic of China, you are not allowed to become a spirit!"
Qin Cheng was speechless when he heard what he said suddenly. He felt that the joke was a bit cold.
Wang Xuan said: "What I mean is that with such advanced technology, some plutocrats in Xinxing can just make assumptions. If they really dare to go out of their way, they will probably die miserably. Other organizations and large institutions will definitely take action, and the country
We will not just sit back and watch. Those who go against the general trend will be crushed into powder by all parties."
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In the evening, Wang Xuan returned to his residence and carefully studied the bamboo slips given to him by Professor Lin, feeling with his heart the power buried in the years.
Qin Cheng's words still touched him to some extent. In this era, technological civilization is so brilliant, even the top masters of the old arts cannot block those weapons and cannot see a way out.
The stars are brilliant and the world has lasted for thousands of years. Times have changed. Can the old skills be reborn?
Wang Xuan put down the scriptures on the bamboo slips and looked at the physical skills recorded in the golden book. He practiced for a while according to the pictures on the first page. When he felt a slight pain in his five internal organs, he stopped and did not dare to force it.
He knew that what Zhang Daoling left behind must be priceless, but he could not rush for success.
What made him feel more at ease was that the pain was different from what Aoki said. He seemed to be able to adapt to it slowly, and after a short rest, he could continue practicing.
After half an hour, he felt that he had reached his limit, so he stopped decisively and stopped practicing the physical skills in the golden book.
"Take a look at the old art scriptures that Zhou Mingxuan gave me."
Two days ago, at a class reunion, he got an old secret book from Zhou Mingxuan, but he didn't read it carefully after he brought it back.
He didn't have much hope and didn't think that the other party would give him anything extraordinary.
"Hey, it's similar to the Golden Clothes Body Technique I practiced, or even its sequel?" Wang Xuan was surprised and began to study it carefully.
This is a kind of physical technique called "Golden Body", which seems to have a powerful effect. According to records, in the later stages, it can be used without fear of human weapons.
Wang Xuan was dumbfounded. Isn't the description of this physical skill in the book a bit exaggerated?
If it really had such an amazing effect, how could Zhou Mingxuan give it to him?
When Wang Xuan saw the back, his expression changed and he threw the secret book on the table.
"Old Zhou, don't blame me for beating your son. If the opportunity is right in the future, I will beat him again and again!"
He felt that he had been tricked by Zhou Mingxuan. What kind of bad secret book was this? The recorded things were false and unreliable at first glance. No wonder Lao Zhou gave it to him.
According to records, after the first level of this physical skill called Golden Body, the ability to resist blows increases dramatically, and it takes about a year.
Next, it is written very clearly in the secret book that the time required for each subsequent level will be doubled. Who can practice this physical skill?
Wang Xuan wanted to fight Zhou Yun right away. According to this algorithm, if he didn't live for hundreds of years, he would just dream if he wanted to practice this kind of physical skills to a higher level!
He turned the page backwards, and it was beyond the ninth floor? A whole... thirteen floors! No, he looked carefully, and there were actually the fourteenth and fifteenth floors in the deduction!
"I'll go!" Wang Xuan was in a daze. He had been saying it for hundreds of years. Is this a physical skill for people to practice?
"Old Zhou, just go ahead and wait and see!" Wang Xuan threw aside the yellowed book that looked like an ancient artifact.