King Qi left, and most of the people breathed a sigh of relief. Those doing business did business, and those eating continued to eat.
There were a few old people who were angry about Yan Bing dragging everyone to die together. They came over on crutches and scolded her because of their age.
But Yan Bing, who was not even afraid of the prince, could he suffer this injustice in vain? She rebuffed him one by one.
In the end, he was so angry that an old man passed out. A group of people hurriedly pinched him and wiped his chest. Yan Bing took the opportunity to wipe the soles of his feet with oil and slipped away.
We walked for another ten minutes.
Finally arrived at the book market.
Looking at the rows of plaques filled with the scent of books, Yan Bing breathed a sigh of relief.
I rushed into a bookstore, grabbed a book and started crying.
Books, books... Do you know how hard it is for me to find you?... This journey is like a difficult one, each level is more difficult than the last... I now understand what Tang Xuanzang was back then.
How difficult it is... Brother Monkey, Bajie, and Sha Seng...I realize how difficult it is for you now.
"My little friend, are you buying a book?" The bookstore owner saw a customer coming to the door and hurriedly stepped forward to guide him, "What kind of books do you want to buy, my little friend? I have original copies from the past, as well as contemporary masterpieces. Can you tell me the title of the book?
Listen, I'll find it for my little friend."
He said he was kind, but he slowly took the book that Yan Bing was holding in his arms, as if he was afraid that her tears would wet his treasure.
"Mr., I made you laugh." Yan Bing also realized that his behavior was a bit weird. He quickly wiped away his tears and said with a smile, "Sir, do you have books on history and maps here? It's best if they cover history from ancient times to the present.
The complete set of textbooks... I want them all."
"All of them!?" The boss, who had a business smile on his face, suddenly widened his eyes, "That's not cheap..."
"As long as it can be connected, from ancient times to the present, I want it! I also want foreign news! However, this kind of thing only needs to be from modern times."
As Yan Bing spoke, he slowly took the book back from the boss's hand.
"Wait a moment, little friend! I will arrange for someone to find it for you!" the boss responded, turned around and rushed to the back door. He was completely opposite to the old look when he first walked in. He was walking as fast as flying, as if he had suddenly become more than ten years younger.
"Ah! Brother! We have a distinguished guest! Come out quickly and help dad find books!"
"Okay dad! Whatever you want to find, you just ordered us to..."
Yan Bing was still looking through the book just now, which contained a list of some fantasy skills, which aroused her strong interest.
"Great Mingluomen Fist", the moves are sinister and vicious. It is the suppression method of the Luomen sect in the Western Regions. It emphasizes using Yin Qi and corpse Qi to refine poison and temper the fists. Even if the injury is minor, it will be serious if not properly treated.
He died of poisoning within a few days.
"Pharaoh's Yin Box Curse" is a defensive technique, a technique of the Luomen sect in the Western Regions. It emphasizes using poison to temper the body so that it will not be invaded by any poison. It also uses poison to protect the body. Anyone who hurts it will be poisoned instead.
They are all shady exercises that infiltrate people.
Thinking of these, Yan Bing turned over a few pages.
"Qingxia Sword", the introductory skill of Feixia Sect, emphasizes speed, stability, accuracy, and ruthlessness. The sword moves are changeable and sharp. The sword wielder rushes to volley a copper coin from ten feet away and penetrates it, so it is not the best.
"Feixia Sword Technique" has fast moves and is famous for its speed. It is the unique skill of Feixia Sect. It emphasizes using Qi to control the sword. The sword can move the gods and ghosts without being able to distinguish. From a hundred feet away, the flying sword can take the enemy's head like a bag.
"Morning Glow and Dusk Snow", Feixia Sect does not teach magical skills. Only the previous heads can learn it. Those who have achieved great sword power can use Qi to control ten thousand swords. With their hands raised, ten thousand swords flow like rays of light. Even if they are pillars holding up the sky, they can be broken with one force.
When the hand fell, thousands of swords were like snow blowing in the wind, with a radius of a hundred feet. Even the ants in the field had no chance of surviving.
"Xiaguang Flow", Feixiamen's introductory defensive skills, emphasizes airtightness, continuous sword moves, never stopping, and the sword wielder who can splash water to defend it without even a drop of it is the best.
"Yunxiawulao", Feixiamen's superior defensive technique, emphasizes using Qi to control the body, breaking gold and gravel, even if it is chopped with a knife or axe, it is difficult to damage its surface, so it is superior.
"The Flying Glow", Feixia Sect does not teach defensive skills, only the previous heads can learn them. Those who have mastered the sword power can use Qi to moisturize the body. Even if the muscles and bones are broken, they can be restored to the original state in a few breaths, as if they were not alive.
Lost golden body.
This is great! Flying Sword! I like it!
While Yan Bing watched, he imagined in his mind the scene of himself practicing Feixiamen's magical skill. He couldn't help but contrast it with a certain Shushan RPG in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he became addicted, and the soul of the second grade was burning in his body.
If I can really learn these moves as described in this book, then I will enter the Feixia Sect.
But then I thought about it again, I was afraid that this book was made by some middle school student who liked to make nonsense... Wouldn't it be a waste of effort... After all, what the book said is a bit too fantasy...
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
"Little friend, do you want to practice martial arts?"
The old man who suddenly appeared behind him spoke suddenly, but Yan Bing, who was immersed in fantasy, didn't notice it at all. He was really shocked and threw the books in his hands.
The old man jumped out as if he saw his treasure being stepped on, and caught the flying book.
"Ouch, my old waist is so tight that I can't get out of the way." The old man complained while slumping his back.
Yan Bing was stunned and his mouth opened into a big O shape.
Could it be that this place is really different from my world, that there really is Qi training, martial arts training?
But if not, how could an old man who looked to be seventy or eighty years old have such skills!?
Yan Bing probed with a glimmer of hope: "Old sir? Do you know martial arts?"
"Be good at it, know a little bit about it..." The old man still packed the books in his own way.
"Then, can you control the sword with your breath?" Yan Bing gasped, looking forward to the old man's affirmation.
"No..." the old man said without raising his head.
Yan Bing was a little disappointed. Sure enough, this was all his fantasy.
"But I can play sometimes." The old man finished the second half of the sentence slowly.
He understands this standard Chinese self-effacement all too well!
Because his mentors, the old professors at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, are all the same.
It was just like the old man he met at the Chinese Academy of Sciences in his first year, sitting in the pavilion and playing with himself on a chess board.
Yan Bing happened to be passing by after class and had nothing to do. Seeing the old man playing tricks all by himself, he seemed a little too lonely, so he thought that he would be kind enough to play two games with the old man as a way to show his love for the society.
When playing chess, he even asked tentatively: "Uncle, are you playing particularly well?"
The uncle replied: "No, no. I just play around and play around occasionally."
As a result, he was abused from the beginning, until the opponent gave him a rook, he was abused, and finally gave up half of his rooks, horses, and artillery, but he couldn't win. In the end, if the old man didn't see that he was too depressed and deliberately lost to him in two games, he would have lost two games.
I'm starting to doubt my own intelligence.
My own tutor was also like this. When I went to hand in my thesis, I happened to see a Go board stuck in the gap of the teacher's desk, so I thought I could chat with my tutor while playing chess, so as to discuss more academic issues.
He also tentatively asked in advance: "Teacher, are you good at Go?"
The teacher replied seriously: "No, no, but I can play with you."
As a result, he was beaten to death again.
Now this old man's words were exactly the same as those of the previous chess professors and tutors, which immediately aroused waves in my heart.
"Can you demonstrate it to me!? I have never seen what it's like to actually control a sword with Qi in my whole life." Yan Bing's heart was trembling with excitement.
The old man then raised his head, looked at Yan Bing's sincere eyes, chuckled and said, "Okay, I haven't practiced for a long time, so I'll give you a demonstration."
After saying that, he turned around, picked up a writing brush on the counter, looked left and right, and found that he couldn't get rid of any of these treasures in the house.
Finally, he took a fancy to an old poplar tree outside the store and said, "Kid, take a look..."
"Hmm!!" Yan Bing's heart was beating wildly at this moment.
If we really traveled to a world where Qi followed nature, it would not be a happy event in vain.
At least, I have a goal in life. Isn't it beautiful to be a chivalrous and righteous person in the world and enjoy grudges?
While thinking about it, Yan Bing watched the old man's every move with bated breath.
Just look at the old man slowly raising the brush with his right hand, with a serious look on his face, merging the two fingers of his left hand, and applying force to the brush... Although Yan Bing couldn't see anything, he could vaguely feel the flow of gas around him.
After the change, my heartbeat became faster and faster.
Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang!
It felt like my heart was about to jump out of my throat.
Then the old man shouted: "Go!"
With his right hand, he threw the brush towards the poplar tree, and watched the brush rush towards the poplar tree...
Snap!
The brush hit the tree trunk, bounced up, spun twice in the air and fell to the ground.
The tree trunk was unscathed!
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"Is this the end!?" Yan Bing looked at the scene in disbelief, and for a time he suspected that he had been tricked...
"I haven't practiced for a long time..., wait a minute!" The old man blushed and ran out of the store, picked up the brush again, held his breath and concentrated again..., pointed a little brush with his left hand, and shouted: "
Stay!"
Snapped.
The pen fell to the ground...,
The trunk of the tree was unscathed………….
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"Otherwise, let's forget it, uncle..." Yan Bing's heart felt cold and he couldn't stand it anymore...
"Eh!? I have such a bad temper! Just wait!"
The old man is very stubborn.
I ran to the bottom of the tree and picked up the pen again.
"It's going to work this time! Little friend, watch out!" The old man seemed to have tried his best to suck the milk this time, and his face turned red from holding back the milk.
"How about we say goodbye, old man, I'd better..." Before Yan Bing finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the hem of the colored skirt and the shawl were fluttering in the direction of the old man...
The brush in the old man's right hand actually emitted a faint blue light.
Yan Bing couldn't believe his eyes and rubbed them with his hands!
The light is still there!
This is not an illusion!
Then I heard the old man shout: "Hey!!!"
The brush flew out, drew a blue arc, and plunged into the trunk of the poplar tree.
Not even half of the entire pen body is penetrated!!!
Yan Bing was dumbfounded.
The old man, breathing heavily.
"What, I said I can play sometimes? Huh!" The old man raised his nose to the sky.
At this time, Yan Bing was speechless at all, because she was so shocked that she could not express it in words.
"Dad, we have all the books," a young man said, holding a large pile of books and entering the front hall from the backyard.
I saw a little girl standing there dumbstruck, and then I saw my father's bewildered smile. Then I followed the girl's eyes to see the poplar tree outside the store, and finally I saw half of the writing brush stuck in the trunk of the tree.
The young man sighed, probably guessing the reason.
"Dad! How can you perform martial arts here? What if you don't pay attention and hurt... or hurt your waist?"
"Hahaha, it's okay, it's okay. The little girl has never seen Feijian before. She wants to see it, so I reluctantly performed it for her. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
Yan Bing is still immersed in what he saw and thought at this moment. This world can really cultivate "Qi".
It really works!!!
"Hahahahahahahahaha!" Yan Bing laughed suddenly, startling the old man and the young man. She did not explain, but happily ran to the old man, raised her thumb and continued: "Old man! What you did just now was too much.
So handsome!!!"
"That's right! I just used up a drop in the bucket, otherwise I would tell you..." The old man talked eloquently.
Yan Bing didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and interrupted directly: "Then can you look at the muscles and bones!? What do you think of me!? Am I a young martial artist!?" She was too anxious. At this time, she hated
I realized that I was a born prodigy in martial arts, so I immediately packed my bags and went to ring the door number of Feixiamen to start learning martial arts.
After hearing this, the old man was stunned for a moment, and looked at the young man beside him, as if they were having some kind of communication.
But Yan Bing didn't care about that at all. He just jumped up and rolled up his sleeves and stretched them out in front of the old man. "Old man, show me quickly!"
The young man blushed with embarrassment, coughed slightly, and turned back to the backyard.
Only then did Yan Bing realize that he was now a girl, and in this era, men and women were not close to each other...
After all, the old man was older and didn't have so many evil thoughts. He smiled and gently put his hand on Yan Bing's wrist.
The air flow surged again in the hall, and Yan Bing could feel an invisible force seeping through the old man's hand and into his wrist.
The air flow goes upstream, to the arms, shoulders, and finally draws a circle around the body, returning to the wrists.
At that moment, the old man's expression suddenly changed.
But soon, it returned to nature again...
The speed was so fast that Yan Bing didn't notice it at all.
She kept her eyes closed, feeling the "qi" traveling around her body, spinning faster and faster in her Dantian, and gradually returned to silence.
"How's it going!?" Yan Bing opened his eyes and looked at the old man with an expectant look on his face.
"That's it..., average, um..., average." The old man said slowly while stroking his beard.
"Ah?" Yan Bing looked disappointed... "Oh." While thinking, he slowly wiped his sleeves back.
Looking at the depressed little girl, the old man didn't want to hit her anymore, so he comforted her: "Actually, you don't have to be too disappointed. If you get the guidance of a famous teacher, you still have a bright future."
Yan Bing knew that this was just the old man trying to comfort himself. He smiled at the old man and said, "Thank you, old man. I know you are trying to comfort me. It's not that the material was also destined for me. I can't blame others."
"My little friend, it would be good if you could let go of your worries. Come on, these are the books I asked for just now. You and I are destined to be together, so how about I give you a 99% discount?" The old man resumed his business smile.
99% off…………………….
Yan Bing glanced at the book that was the same height as her and rolled her eyes at the old man.
I bought so many books from you and you gave me a 99% discount!?
No wonder your store is not doing well. How can you have repeat customers if you are so stingy?
Yan Bing was thinking this in his heart, but he said sweetly: "Thank you, old man, how much is the total after discounts?"
"I'll do the math later..." After saying that, the old man pulled out an abacus from under the counter.
There is a thick layer of dust on the abacus.
The old man blew and the dust flew two feet away.
Yan Bing smiled bitterly and said in his heart: Old man, you haven't opened a shop in how many years...
After the old man made a quick calculation, he said: "A total of three to forty-two taels and seven dollars."
"Three hundred and forty-two taels!!!???" Yan Bing exclaimed.
"Seven dollars..., and seven dollars..." The old man seemed to have no intention of adding a small change, and repeated it twice.
"Are books so expensive?!??" Yan Bing confirmed again. After all, a colored dress made of top-quality materials only costs one or two and a half yuan. How could a few books be so expensive!? More than three hundred taels! According to the current price
The market price is enough for her to buy a yard!
"Little friend, you don't have that much money, do you?" The old man looked at Yan Bing with a look of disdain.
Anyone who is not blind can understand the meaning of that look. If you don't have any money, why would you pretend to be a big client like this? I'm going to have to show you flying swords for nothing.
It was this expression that was exactly the same as the salesperson's disdainful expression when she went to buy a certain Mani suit.
I just can't stand this!
"Pack it for me!! I'll give you a thousand taels! Give me six hundred! I don't want any change!!!" Yan Bing took out a thousand taels of silver notes from his wallet and slapped it on the counter.
Look down on me!?
snort!
Look at the way you are buckling down! Can you get six hundred taels!?