Chapter three hundred and forty-two mountains and rivers
Although the secret book of Yunji Qizhuan is different from the Taoist book, it is only a thin book, but it still contains a lot of Taoist mysteries. Updates are quick and no-pop-up-window pure-text-words
After Ziqin's entreaties, Su Shi stayed in Huzhou for two more days, and carefully understood all the Taoist mysteries in this secret book for Ziqin. These two days also made Ziqin have a deeper understanding of this secret book.
Approximately 80% of dialysis was performed.
At this point, Su Shi refused to stay at all. He was still a local official at this time, and he still cared about the people in his heart. Ziqin could not stay any longer, so he had to let Su Shi leave.
In this case, Ziqin had no intention of staying in Huzhou and immediately got up and headed towards Dali.
With Su Shi's help, he had already understood 80% of Yunji's Seven Lots, and the rest had already been engraved in his mind. However, Ziqin never took it with him on the road, but burned it completely with a fire.
As for whether martial arts were lost or not, Ziqin didn't care at all.
Anyway, the fewer people know about all the magical arts in this world, the better. Originally, when Ziqin read about the loss of many peerless martial arts in the 21st century, he just felt it was a pity.
But after experiencing invincibility in the main world this time, Ziqin suddenly understood that many magical skills were not lost naturally, but were deliberately lost by the ancestors, because many times it is not a good thing to have too many super strong people in the world.
If a person reaches a certain level of strength, he will never settle for mediocrity again. This is human nature, the most primitive nature of human beings, and it cannot be extinguished by any education or cultivation. Dark Martial Arts Lander 342
Perhaps the reason why there are fewer and fewer myths in this world is because the ancestors deliberately let those magical skills be lost. Therefore, the number of people with the ability to reach the heaven and the earth began to gradually decrease, and finally slowly reached the so-called Age of Ending Dharma in later generations.
Of course, Ziqin didn't have as much thought as his ancestors. Ziqin burned the Seven Lots of Yunji just because Ziqin didn't want anyone to get this peerless magic power from him.
Although Ziqin did not hope that one day he would have the secret book taken away from his arms, he was not afraid of anything less than ten thousand.
Going from Huzhou to Dali, we are heading southwest all the way.
Ziqin walked all the way without stopping at all. At the same time, he never forgot to practice Yunji's Seven Lots and the special effects of the two Taizu magic arts.
I don't know whether it was because he had mastered unparalleled martial arts or because You Tanzhi was indeed a martial arts prodigy, but Ziqin's training along the way was extremely effective. The martial arts within the Seven Lots of Yunjia were actually nameless, but Ziqin was in a short period of time.
In just one week, I developed a strong internal energy.
And this inner energy gave Ziqin an even more magical feeling. Although this inner energy is one, it can be divided into two ends, just like the yin and yang of Tai Chi, which can be combined or separated, and when combined together, it gives people a sense of well-being.
It has a mellow and free feeling, and after separation, it will form two strands of infuriating energy with completely different attributes.
One is feminine but vicious, and if he is hit by this internal force, even iron and stone will turn into powder like weathering.
The other one is so arrogant and domineering that anyone who is hit by it will explode into pieces.
The two seemed to reach the same destination through different paths, but Ziqin felt that these two breaths each contained magical abilities, just like the yin and yang of Taizu's magical power.
It's a pity that Yunji Qizhuan is not a special martial arts secret book after all, but just a Taoist martial arts technique that Zhang Junfang evolved from the Taoist mysteries that were circulated and even mixed with the teachings of other religions.
Although it is possible to develop miraculous internal power, but how to use this internal power, how to exert its miraculous secrets, and what moves should be used to coordinate these internal powers, Yun Ji Qi Zhuan has not touched upon it at all.
Just this made Ziqin very happy. After all, Zhang Junfang was a scholar, and the scholars of this era were no longer the scholars like Mencius who could cultivate the awe-inspiring spirit. Zhang Junfang was able to extract these martial arts secrets from the Taoist mysteries.
Enough to deserve admiration.
On this day, Ziqin entered a town on the way in the evening. After finding an inn, he sat down in the tavern downstairs of the inn. Before he could order food, a man suddenly came to Ziqin's table strangely and sat down.
"You are being targeted." Dark Martial Arts Lander 342
As soon as the man sat down, he spoke in a low voice.
Ziqin remained calm, but secretly looked at this man. He was an ordinary man. He seemed to have some martial arts skills, but he was definitely not tall. His appearance and other features were in line with those of ordinary Jianghu people. In Jianghu, such people are basically fish.
Fat characters, a type that no one pays too much attention to. Fast updates, no pop-ups, pure text
"Six doors."
Seeing that Ziqin remained silent, the man lowered his voice and spoke again.
Ziqin suddenly felt astonished, and at the same time he felt a sense of wonder. Huang Shang's subordinates really had an energy that should not be underestimated. These six sects were indeed an organization that spanned dynasties.
It is a pity that this organization has been in the hands of the emperor for generations, but it cannot play a role in the war. It is only a weapon against the internal martial arts.
"You're a thief and you deserve to sit here, get out."
Ziqin's face turned pale, and he suddenly slammed the table and cursed angrily at the man.
"Why, you want to fight, boy, the tavern is not owned by your family."
The man rolled his eyes, but his face immediately took on the look of a rogue. He piled up his sleeves and exposed his face towards Zi Qin.
"court death."
Ziqin's face turned cold, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab it. This grasp didn't seem to have much mystery, but it was actually grabbing the man's chest. He picked up the man with shaking hands like a chicken and threw him outside.
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"You wait, you wait for me, we are not done yet."
The man was thrown outside the door of the tavern. He got up in embarrassment. While cursing into the tavern, he ran away in a panic, as if he was afraid that if he ran a little slower, Ziqin would catch up and punish him.
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"Xiao Er, two pounds of beef and one pound of daughter's red."
After throwing the man out, Ziqin didn't seem to do anything. He slammed the table and shouted.
Facts have proved that force is the most useful thing in the world. Before, Ziqin probably had to wait for a long time before he could get his food and drinks. However, just now Ziqin showed off his power and almost shouted,
The waiter over there has already hurriedly brought the things Zi Qin asked for.
"Good, good man, good skills."
As soon as the waiter brought the wine and food, someone in the tavern shouted loudly.
Ziqin looked sideways and saw that this was an ordinary-looking fat man. At this moment, the fat man stood up from his seat and came towards Ziqin with a drink in his hand.
This man is a martial arts man.
Zi Qin could see the fat man's bulging temples at a glance. This fat man was also a master of internal strength, and his internal strength was extremely profound.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I really can't help myself when I see such a hero. I, the owner of Qingyun Village, would like to propose a toast to my brother."
The fat man walked up to Zi Qin and politely toasted Zi Qin with a wine glass.
In this world, everyone has a face. If anyone were in Ziqin's position, they would definitely give the fat man some face. Others greeted me with smiles and gave me face like that. It was just a matter of people respecting me.
I respect people.
However, Ziqin had just heard from the man that someone was staring at him just before the accident. At this time, the fat man caught up and caused Ziqin to misunderstand.
"It's just a lesson to a scoundrel. He's not a hero."
Ziqin spoke coldly, picked up the wine glass in his hand and drank it in one gulp at the fat man.
This kind of behavior was extremely rude, and nine out of ten times it would lead to a fight in a world where people would kill someone if they fell out with each other, but the fat man didn't seem to be angry at all, and instead sat down with a smile.
"There are many scoundrels in this world, the court is ignorant, and there are fewer and fewer people who dare to take action for justice, but this hero is definitely worthy of being a friend."
The fat man's smile was extremely sincere, and his words were very pleasant to the ears, but Ziqin suddenly had greater doubts in his heart.
Slandering the imperial court, looking down on scoundrels, and thinking the world is dark, this seems to be exactly what Mingjiao thinks.
After hearing what the man said before, Ziqin suddenly felt more and more that this fat man was probably a member of the Ming Cult.
Secretly sneering in his heart, Ziqin did not expose the fat man and just drank his own wine. But he wanted to see what tricks the fat man wanted to play.
While Zi Qin was drinking and eating, the fat man acted very naturally. While helping Zi Qin refill the wine, he chatted with Zi Qin in a familiar manner.
This man's thick skin and sophistication made Ziqin admire him.
However, what puzzled Ziqin was that except for his familiarity, which made people feel a little uncomfortable, the rest of his conversation and demeanor gave people an impeccable feeling.
And no matter how you look at it, this person doesn't look like he's setting a trap for Ziqin.
"Look at my brother, he's in such a hurry but he doesn't know where he's going."
The fat man's name for Zi Qin was that he had changed from friend to brother at some point. He poured wine for Zi Qin again, and the fat man asked casually.
After saying this, Ziqin's heart suddenly trembled. This fat man might have asked about his itinerary and was preparing to ambush the Ming Cult masters and ambush him on the way.
As soon as such an idea came to his mind, Ziqin felt that it was impossible to ambush him anywhere. Why should he ask him about his itinerary? This was not a march to fight, but he had to choose a place and pay attention to the right time and place.
"People in the world of martial arts naturally call themselves home from all over the world, so what is their destination?"
Countless thoughts went through his mind instantly, but Ziqin replied calmly. However, when he said these words, the fat man's eyes suddenly lit up.
"If you brothers have nowhere to go, you might as well go to my Qingyun Manor to rest for two days. Although my manor is not big, there is also a group of heroes who are equally generous and heroic. In this way, we all drink and sing together every day. Occasionally we have free time.
Wouldn't it be nice to do a few chivalrous and righteous things?"
The fat man suddenly spoke boldly, but these words made Ziqin stunned for a moment, and then he showed a look that didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He finally understood who the fat man was. The last few words of the fat man were clearly words that were often spoken in Liangshan. All the fat man had to do was say, "Wouldn't it be great if everyone did justice for heaven?"
This Qingyun Village is probably like Liangshan.
Zi Qin was about to politely refuse the fat man, but suddenly, he and the fat man looked outside the tavern at the same time, and a fierce murderous aura poured in from the outside like a tsunami.
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