Not far away, the crisp sound of striking metal came one after another.
Wang Shaojun leaned against the cold wall, watching several gangsters on the street collecting protection fees from the shops along the street.
After the Tianyin Sect fell apart, Xuanjing is now a mixed bag of fish and dragons, big fish, small fish, big snakes and small snakes, all flocking here to carve up the territory and resource market that originally belonged to the Tianyin Sect.
Especially when Wei He still lived in seclusion in Heiwu Mountain, these forces became even more unscrupulous.
In fact, he himself does not know how much his Wang family is involved in these current situations.
Bang.
At the entrance of an alley on the right, a cart selling roasted sweet potatoes was severely kicked over.
An elderly white-haired old woman was kicked to the ground. The money bag she was holding in her hand was snatched away. Most of the roasted sweet potatoes on the cart were taken away by a few gangsters, and the rest fell on the ground.
The ground was trampled to pieces.
With tears in her eyes, the old woman squatted on the ground, picked up the crushed sweet potatoes one by one with her hands, and carefully put them into a small bag again.
Then she stood up again, struggled to straighten the cart, and slowly left in the distance.
Wang Shaojun watched without saying a word and did not step forward to help.
There were too many such things, and even if he tried to help, he wouldn't be able to help a few.
"You came so early?" On the sidewalk nearby, a tall and burly figure, wearing a black cloak and hood, approached him.
"Well, I just finished my busy work and have nothing to do. Let's take a rest." Wang Shaojun turned to look at the person coming.
Under the black cloak, there is a cold and fair face of a man. It is Wei He of the Wanqing Sect who is currently in the limelight.
"What happened when you suddenly sent me a letter?" Wang Shaojun asked.
"This is not the place to talk." Wei He looked around and took the lead towards the shop opposite.
An old man selling fruit happened to be scolded by two strong men at the side.
Because he could not pay the protection fee, the uncle begged the two of them while protecting his little grandson at his feet.
He said that he had paid protection fees twice and really had no money. Now all he has left is these fruits.
"Who the hell wants your fruit!?" A man angrily slapped the wooden frame of the fruit stand and broke it.
"If you can't pay the money today, then use your grandson to pay for the goods!" another person said angrily.
The little grandson next to the uncle was born with a beautiful face, with big eyes, and his pupils were full of hatred and anger.
In his hand he held tightly a roll of yellow paper with crooked charcoal writing on it, which should be a draft he had learned to write by himself.
Bang.
The old man was kicked to the ground hard, and his grandson also fell to the ground.
"In this world, there are always many people who cannot escape their own lives." Wang Shaojun paused and looked at Wei He in front of him.
Wei He sighed and stopped without speaking.
"These days, I have been busy with the work of persuading karma. It is different from before. What I have seen during this period is far more than I imagined before."
Wang Shaojun walked to the fruit stall and quietly said a few words to the two gangsters.
Then he took some money out of his pocket and gave it to them.
The two men accepted the money without saying anything. They looked at Wang Shaojun and the burly Wei He beside them and saw that they were not easy to mess with. They quickly turned and left.
The old man thanked Wang Shaojun gratefully and almost knelt down. He begged him to leave his name and address, and he would return the money later.
But Wang Shaojun's eyes kept falling on the little grandson.
There was gratitude in the child's eyes, but more of a reluctance.
Standing up, he returned to Wei He.
"Did you think that I would go over and punish those two gangsters, and then punish the evil and promote the good?"
"" Wei He said nothing.
"I did that before." Wang Shaojun didn't look at the old man who was still behind him to express his gratitude, and walked straight into a teahouse on the street.
Wei He followed in.
Immediately, a tea waiter came to greet them and asked them to sit down.
"Until one day, I found that the two people I had taught me a lesson had their hands and feet mutilated and were thrown into a smelly ditch outside the city. They died within a few days."
Wang Shaojun smiled softly and ordered a pot of plum blossom tea and some refreshments.
"Behind everyone, there may be their own difficulties. What's wrong is not them, but this damn world." He seemed to have experienced a lot recently and had a lot of feelings.
"Okay, let's talk. It's rare to ask me out today. What do you want to say?" Wang Shaojun raised his head and looked at Wei He.
"I originally wanted to ask you about the progress of Zang training." Wei He said solemnly.
"Let's not talk about those sighs." Wang Shaojun's eyes didn't know why. Although there was a hint of fatigue, they were much brighter than before.
"You want to ask Lian Zang why I'm so fast?"
"Not bad." Wei He nodded.
"Silk strength training is very important." Wang Shaojun said frankly, "If you can understand the silk strength as early as possible and practice it, you can greatly speed up the process."
"Silk strength?"
"Yes, every Zang master must go through the stage of changing bones and changing bodies, and Silk Strength is a method that can greatly speed up this process. It can also be said to be a shortcut."
"Why do different martial arts techniques need to shape different physiques and reshape the foundation? The purpose is to make people more suitable for the techniques they practice. Have you ever thought about this?" Wang Shaojun pointed out with a smile.
"I can see it." Wei He nodded.
"So, I looked through the classics and found that our ancestors used silk power as the basis to construct today's martial arts classics. So the foundation of everything is silk power."
"Since you asked this question, I will give you something." Wang Shaojun touched it gently from his arms and quickly took out a black gold-plated money bag.
He took out a small roll of yellow and black paper from his wallet.
"This is what I have used before, and I give it to you now."
Wei He took it and unfolded it gently. There was nothing on the paper roll, only some messy threads.
"What's this?"
"This is silk power." Wang Shaojun smiled, "That's how I understood the fundamental principle of silk power, thus greatly shortening the process. In fact, I have also heard that there are more detailed records on Yueqing Mountain of Wushi Zong.
The details of inheritance.
This type of inheritance is called the Secret Word of the Cave, and it is a secret that can only be obtained by true inheritance.
This is also the basis for the Wushi Sect to be able to stand high and overlook Taizhou. I didn’t understand it at first, but it wasn’t until I understood Silk Power that I realized that indeed, they do have the qualification to overlook the entire state.”
Wei He looked carefully at this old yellow paper. Although he couldn't see anything for the time being, he could feel a trace of weird rhythm from it.
"I understand what you mean." He said solemnly.
"No, you don't understand." Wang Shaojun shook his head, "If you could truly join the Wu Shi Sect, that would be your real fortune.
The silk strength you see now is a secret that I found after a long time of searching.
But there are probably many such know-hows in the Wushi Sect. Their true teachings do not require their own exploration and trial and error. They only need to follow the steps step by step, follow the experience of their predecessors, and move forward quickly based on the countless accumulations of their predecessors.
A little trick they learn every day may require us to explore it on our own in years before we can develop it.
And these tips and tricks are likely to save us a lot of time and energy, allowing us to go higher and further in our lifetime!”
As Wang Shaojun spoke later, his tone gradually became serious and solemn.
Wei He seemed to understand what he said.
"Do you also think that I made a wrong choice by not joining the Wu Shi Sect?"
"I'm just sorry. With your qualifications and progress, if you could stay in the Wushi Sect, you might have entered another situation now. Maybe you would be higher than me." Wang Shaojun sighed.
Wei He shook his head slightly.
"But I don't regret it. There are some things you don't know and I don't want to talk about it, but let it go."
"You still don't understand that the accumulation of martial arts cannot be caught up by one or two generations alone. It is the step-by-step accumulation, step-by-step research and exploration of many talented predecessors, and the height reached.
No matter how talented you are, you will never be able to catch up with the cultivation speed of the geniuses in the Wu Shi Sect." Wang Shaojun sighed.
"Maybe." Wei He shook his head, "But I don't regret it."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Now that you have come out, if you can gather all the nine true skills of Tianyin, you may be able to do something. Listen to my advice. The heights accumulated by our predecessors through countless explorations cannot be achieved by us with a little determination and willpower.
Up.
The gap is a gap. It must be faced squarely. You said before that you plan to continue to improve your major with Wanqingmen Fuyujin as the core.
I understand you, but if you gather together the Nine Strikes of Heavenly Seal, even if you don't practice it yourself, it can be used as a reference, which will be of great benefit to you." Wang Shaojun advised.
"I will consider it." Wei He understood what he meant. "I think you want to see this true skill yourself, right?"
"You have seen through it." Wang Shaojun suddenly smiled, "I am indeed a little curious. If you can gather them all, I am willing to exchange my Wang family's true skills with you for viewing, how about it? My Wang family's Spring Breeze Transformation Rain Technique is slightly weaker, but
The exploration experience in other aspects is more comprehensive and perfect than your simple Tianyin Nine Strikes True Skill. I can give you a full review."
Wei He was immediately moved.
He didn't expect that Wang Shaojun's handiwork was so great. The exchange of real skills was not just a simple sentence.
If he had other intentions, he might be able to use this to find the fatal flaw in the Wang family's true skills.
"Finally, let you feel carefully what the strength of silk is." Wang Shaojun stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the back of Wei He's hand.
For a moment, a faint trace of extremely subtle strength quietly seeped into the pores on the back of Wei He's hand.
Wei He closed his eyes and took in the experience carefully.
That trace of strength was extremely weak. Even with his five senses, he had to use all his strength to barely feel such a trace.
Just like the breeze gently blowing the hair, the trace of silk energy penetrates into the skin, enters the blood vessels, and fascia, gently touches Wei He's own bone energy, and then naturally dissipates.
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When the silk power dissipated, Wei He opened his eyes again, and Wang Shaojun was no longer in sight.
The tea and refreshments on the table in front of me were almost eaten. Time seemed to have passed for a long time.
He actually didn't even know when the other party left.
After carefully recalling the specialness of that trace of strength, Wei He pinched the roll of yellow paper and quickly settled the bill.
Get up and leave.
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Qingqi County is close to the border of Taizhou and a full five hundred miles away from Xuanjing City.
This place mainly produces various medicinal materials, and five out of ten households in the county rely on medicinal materials to make a living.
Some people are herbal collectors, some are drug makers, and there are also pharmacy clerks, shopkeepers, pharmacists, pharmacists, etc.
In a small courtyard near the mountains in the county.
Jiu Ying, who was dressed in a gray robe and a black mandarin jacket, was sitting face to face with an old man with gray hair. There was a plate of black and white stones placed between the two of them, and they were playing fast chess with one hand and one hand.
In the afternoon, the sky is bright and the clouds block the sun, making it bright but not hot.
Fruits such as red peaches and grapes were placed around the two of them.
An old woman in a light yellow skirt was holding a wooden basin in the corner of the yard, washing vegetables with water.
"How? You lost again!" After playing a move, the old man raised his eyes with a smile and stared at Jiuying. "With your level, you want to beat me? Hehe."
"That's all, I'll give you one more round." Jiuying sighed and pinched his beard.
"Well, you old man, if you can't do it, you can't do it. What's the point of doing this?"
"It's boring. That's why I let you win and win, so as not to lose or win. If you find it boring, then no one will play with me anymore?" Jiuying waved his hand.
"One more game!" the old man cursed and reset the chessboard.
Cough cough cough.
Suddenly he lowered his head and couldn't help coughing. It seemed that there was some phlegm in his lungs and he was having trouble breathing.