Chapter 12: My Way Is Under My Feet

"You were so gentle yesterday, why have you changed now?"

Liu Shibai glared and muttered, he was a little puzzled. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

Damn, this is a big loss......

"Humph!"

Shangguan Ya snorted proudly, turned her head and ran to get an empty bowl, and gave Lao Cao a bowl of pork rib soup with a smile......

Finally sent away this fickle goblin, Liu Shibai smiled bitterly and sat down beside Cao Xiong.

Looking at Cao Xiong, who was drinking pork rib soup with hula hula, a glimmer of light flashed in Liu Shiba's eyes.

"Old Cao, how much do you know about Captain Touching Jin?"

A very sudden sentence made Cao Xiong, who was drinking the soup, pause, and a trace of memory appeared on his face......

As if thinking about it for a long time, Cao Xiongcai turned his head in a daze and asked solemnly:

"Boy, you've decided?"

"Decide what?"

Liu 18 asked rhetorically.

"Decided to take this path? It's a road of no return, and it's also a road to heaven. ”

Cao Xiong said lightly.

Liu Shiba's eyes flashed, and he asked with a smile:

"What is the point of no return? What is the Avenue to Heaven? Since I am the only descendant of the Liu family, do I have a choice?"

Cao Xiong shook his head and said solemnly:

"No, you don't have a choice, either get ahead, or break your bones and scatter ashes, and wipe out your family. ”

"Is it so miserable to be a golden lieutenant? I have a small heart, don't scare me. ”

Liu Eighteen laughed softly, he didn't care.

"Hmph, what are you Captain Jin? Don't discredit your ancestors. ”

Cao Xiong pursed his lips disdainfully, picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup.

"I have inherited the tradition of the old Liu family, why don't you count? Old guy, don't fool me!"

Liu Eighteen was a little angry!

Lao Tzu took you in, an old thing, and you still hurt me?

Cao Xiong's white goatee shook slightly, his old face distorted, and he glanced at Liu Shibai silently.

This glance shocked Liu Shiba's heart, what a sharp gaze? Where is this eyesight that an eighty-year-old man should have?

"Okay, then I'll take the place of your grandfather, who doesn't do his job all day long, to test you. ”

Cao Xiong put down the pork rib soup in his hand, turned his head to look at Liu 18 and said.

"You come, you still don't believe it, can you ask the flowers?"

Liu Shibai smiled nonchalantly.

Cao Xiong pondered for a moment and asked softly:

"The world is actually the rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes are the courts, that is, the current authorities.

In fact, around you, in places you can't see, there are countless eyes looking at you all the time.

If I think about it, your grandfather Liu Sixteen should tell you that there are ten cultivations in the world, do you know which ten cultivations they are?"

Liu Shibai sneered and replied without thinking:

"There are ten cultivators in the world, namely life masters, fortune masters, feng shui masters, merit masters, scholars, tomb robbers, phase teachers, faith, officials, and martial arts. ”

Cao Xiong nodded slightly, and then asked:

"It seems that you are not stupid, as the saying goes, one life, two luck, three feng shui, four accumulation of merits, five reading, six thieves, seven phases, eight worship, nine nobles and ten health. The old man asked you, why do the other nine cultivators stay away from tomb robbers?"

Liu Shibai smiled confidently, if he really didn't know before, but in the three days since his grandfather died, he also understood a lot of things.

"Because tomb robbers can skillfully steal the luck of their ancestors and graft that luck onto their own families, so they are not tolerated by everyone. ”

Liu 18 replied confidently.

Cao Xiong nodded, his eyes flashed, his voice gradually became louder, and he asked sharply:

"Wrong!"

"Ah, wrong?"

Liu Shiba's eyes widened.

"Old thing, what's wrong?"

"Because, a true tomb robber steals not only luck, but also their skills. ”

Cao Xiong's eyes were shining.

"What?

Liu Shibai was shocked when he heard this.

"That's right, it's the ability, the fundamental reason why the other nine cultivators hate the six thieves is because the tomb robber is not only a tomb robber, he can also refine the ability of the other nine cultivators.

A tomb robber, he can be a life master, a feng shui master, a physiognomy master, or even a martial artist, a scholar or an official.

But on the other hand, the other Nine Cultivators can't learn the skills of tomb robbers, because that needs to be passed on, understand?"

Cao Xiong explained softly.

", old guy, you're fooling me again, aren't you?

Even the lame man who picks up dung can dig a few times, completely ignoring the things of our country's ancestors......

And what Egyptian, what Mexico, what kind of pit goods in the United States, take a robot to go in and open it violently, isn't that also a tomb robber? I see, tomb robbing is what anyone can. ”

Liu Shiba's eyes widened and retorted loudly.

"You can't be taught, you little bastard, those scumbags, they deserve to be tomb robbers, they deserve to be Captain Jin, fart ......

Do you really think that if you take a broken shovel, you will touch the golden captain?

Bullshit, in our country, those who use shovels to carry out destruction, illegal tomb robbery, legal archaeology, to put it bluntly, are all using violence to destroy the relics of our ancestors. ”

Cao Xiong's beard curled up and looked a little excited.

"Okay, okay, old fellow, you win! I'll admit you have a point, right?"

Liu 18 had no choice but to admit defeat.

Admittedly, the old guy said there was a way.

What kind of world do you think this is now?

A random mud leg, carrying a hoe and shovel at home, ran out to dig indiscriminately, and then sold it to those second-class dealers at a jaw-dropping low price.

These guys are still called descendants of Captain Touchgold?

A bunch of people who make a living by licking stamps actually say that they are the captain of the gold school?

Seeing Liu Shibai admit defeat, Cao Xiong's face looked a little better, and he continued to taunt triumphantly:

"Actually, your grandfather left in too much of a hurry, and he may not have taught you a lot of things. ”

"For example?"

Liu Eighteen wondered.

"For example, each of the ten cultivators in the world is divided into nine grades, do you know? Take the Touching Gold Captain as an example, a true Touching Gold Captain must reach the Nine Grades to achieve the consummation of merit. ”

"What do you mean?"

Liu Shiba's eyes widened, these secrets he had never heard of before.

"The meaning of the nine grades is that when you reach a certain height, you can be called a captain of several grades.

For example, if you learn to pick locks, not only modern locks, but even some ancient locks, then you are a first-class captain.

If you learn to read feng shui and divide gold into points, you will be a second-grade school captain, and if you can learn ancient and modern times to read books and be proficient in human geography, then you are a third-grade school captain.

And so on, when you reach the peak of the ninth grade, you are a true captain who touches gold.

For example, Cao Cao, the male lord of Wei during the Three Kingdoms, was a real captain who touched gold, and your ancestor was a role in helping Cao Cao lift his shoes. ”

Old man Cao Xiong shook his head and told Liu Shibai unhurriedly.

Listening to these things that he had never heard before, Liu Shibai not only felt novel, but also felt that a new window was opening to him......

It turns out that this is the captain of the touching gold?

Is it true that Captain Jin is not just a tomb robber?

Even, he can enter the court, a supreme minister, control the life and death of others and supreme authority?

Liu Shibai slowly stood up, opened the window and looked at the white clouds in the distance, his face became even more flat, he looked back at Cao Xiong and said lightly:

"That's the way I'm going to go, isn't it?"

Cao Xiong nodded with satisfaction and laughed:

"Teachable!"

(End of chapter)