"Priest, where do I go to find the Holy Grail?" Zheng Dong gritted his back molars and said word by word, the admiration for the master that he had just established instantly turned into resentment, and he felt very unhappy to be played, if it weren't for the other party's 800 years old, he would have -------, obviously not being able to beat him.

"Go out and talk." The priest smiled and turned to leave.

Zheng Dong glanced at Mu Yun'er reluctantly, and reluctantly went out.

Returning to the room with the fireplace, the rotating bookshelf closed the door of the ice cellar, closing the cold and feeling the thick warmth, warm and cold are the boundaries between life and death.

The priest walked to another bookshelf, found a polished leather book, and handed it to Zheng Dong, "This is my diary, which records the location of the Holy Grail at that time, and I don't know if it's still there." ”

"Divine Master, it's been more than 800 years, and it's definitely gone." Zheng Dong has been on a mission to the Middle East, where there has been a state of turmoil, with examples of extremists destroying historical sites that are not of their sect and smashing ancient art treasures. When ISIS was founded, the Armenian civilization, which did not belong to a certain religion, was destroyed, not to mention that the Holy Grail was a sacred relic of rival sects.

"At the time of my departure, the Holy Grail was still there, and we Templars were in charge of keeping it, and in my diary I wrote down the secret hiding places, and in addition, the Templars were in the Middle East, along the route of the Crusades, we had many strongholds at that time, and each of them had a place to hide treasures, and I drew a map, and if I wanted to transfer the Holy Grail, I would definitely hide it in one of them."

Zheng Dong opened the diary, the cover was made of thick animal leather, polished and shiny, the pages were parchment, the first page was a hand-copied prayer, and then the military experience recorded by time, joining the Templar Order, the battle diary, the life of the journey, the description of Assasin's mission, the fortifications of each Templar stronghold and the surrounding environment, and the specific treasure location was described in detail.

There is a map in the diary, open it and look at it, it is hand-drawn, but the location of each stronghold is marked with the name of the place, to be precise, the name of the place in ancient times, I don't know if there is any change, but also to compare the map of today, therefore, it is extremely important to refer to the description of the surrounding environment in the diary, the diary and the map are indispensable.

With the diary and map, the work to be done will be eliminated one by one, it will take a lot of time and energy, Zheng Dong hated to leave immediately, turned to the page that recorded the Holy Grail, a certain country in the Middle East will be the first stop he went to, he held the diary tightly in his hand, and cast an eager gaze to the divine master, "Diary, can you ------。 ”

The divine master smiled, "You take it." ”

"Thank you." Zheng Dong said excitedly, put the diary, the map and the love token given to him by Mu Yun'er together, put it close to him, and then said, "Then I'll leave now." ”

"Can you get out on your own?"

Zheng Dong remembered that he had sealed the entrance, where was the way out? After thinking about it, when there were sappers at the bottom of the mountain to carry out blasting operations, and the divine master went down, then there must be an exit.

"Master, can you tell me the other exit?" He asked tentatively.

"Yes, follow me." The sleeves of the priest's robe flicked and he walked ahead.

Zheng Dong was overjoyed and followed him to the dug cave and stood on the terrace.

"Look at it."

Zheng Dong didn't react, only to see the divine master jump and jump down!

Superman, Spider-Man, Iron Man, Immortals, or is he unable to figure out suicide? Been locked up here for a long time, desperate?

He cautiously approached the edge of the terrace, looked over, under the moonlight, a white dot on the slope of almost 90 degrees, moving rapidly, not falling vertically, but jumping between the raised rocks, approaching the forest below the mountain, and then turning back, the white dot gradually became a white shadow, and the priest stood on the terrace again, the whole process took less than five minutes.

The divine master's face was not red, he was not panting, looked at Zheng Dong's stunned expression, and said with a smile: "When you have this ability, you can go out of the mountain." ”

Isn't this the light work of Chinese legends? Without ten or eight years, how can you succeed in cultivation!

Zheng Dong's martial arts training, pay attention to a move to defeat the enemy, take a fierce route, for light kung fu, just as an understanding, he has watched the Chinese Wudang Taoist documentary, successful cultivation can fly up the wall of about six meters.

As a mercenary, this technique is useless, even if it is a sneak attack on the enemy, it is enough to lurk and engage the enemy, and there is no need to spend about ten years learning a single skill.

"Divine Master, how long will it take to learn?" Zheng Dong said with a frown.

"Three days!" The priest held out three fingers.

"Three days! You shouldn't have given me medicine, but there are no side effects. Zheng Dong confirmed that this was the only way for the divine master, so he denied it preconceived and shook his head vigorously.

"What medicine to take, I will open up the meridians for you, and your existing strength and speed can be increased by 5% instantly. As long as you don't encounter an assassin of the level of the Holy Priest of Assasin, plus the fighting skills you have learned, there should be few opponents in the world. ”

"If you practice diligently, this proportion can be increased to about 10%, and you can fight with the Holy Priests, of course, Assasin no longer exists, but I don't know if they have descendants."

"Great, Divine Master, I'm willing to learn."

"Well, let's prepare."

Later, they returned to the study, and Zheng Dong obeyed the arrangement of the divine master and lay on the bearskin mattress, he nervously followed the divine master's every move.

The priest took a small leather bag from the bookshelf, and when he opened it, a row of silver needles of different thicknesses appeared in front of him, shining in the light of the fire.

"Acupuncture?"

"Yes, I'm going to give you a needle to forcibly open your meridians, it hurts, bear with it."

"What should I do if I can't help it?"

"People will die, I mean to die of pain, you are strong, you should be able to survive."

"Wait a minute, it's so stressful!" Zheng Dong twisted the T-shirt he took off into a rope and bit it in his mouth.

He closed his eyes tightly, felt the sharp silver needles pierce the skin, through the muscles, to a certain acupuncture point, he grabbed the two ends of the T-shirt, his teeth bit the middle part, almost biting until he was bleeding, a needle was sweating profusely, and his whole body was sweating like rain.

"Is it over?" Zheng Dong was looking forward to his affirmative answer.

"In the beginning, this pack of needles had to be used." The divine master said indifferently, pinching a silver needle with two fingers and rubbing it gently.

Each needle application process is slow, the pain is infinitely prolonged, and it is still a pack of needles.

Every second now is so hard for him as a year, sweat accumulates under him, his body makes a chirping sound when he twitches, and the bearskin mattress is wet.

At the end of the whole process, all the silver needles inserted in his body were removed, and the indescribable sourness was sour, and the pain points all over the body were like thousands of ants gnawing on his flesh, going deeper and deeper little by little, burrowing into it and biting it.

Then, the priest said something that he would never forget for the rest of his life, "Continue tomorrow." ”

Three days, three inhumane days, Zheng Dong survived.

He didn't sleep for three days, he couldn't sleep because of the pain, and when it was over, he felt like he was dying or would faint.

After resting for a long time, the divine master found him and said, "Follow me to learn the exercises, three kinds, nine movements, look at it!" ”

The posture is very simple, divided into sitting, lying and standing, three, each action contains three moves, easy to remember, but it is too difficult to do, the simplest first style, called "heart and eye to the sky", he imitates the divine master, one foot independent, do a Dapeng wings movement, close his eyes to find balance, after falling down more than a dozen times, can barely hold on for a minute, the master has been maintaining that action, not moving at all, until he learns, then continue to teach the next action.

After an afternoon passed, Zheng Dong finally learned all the movements, and the master said: "The next thing is the heart method, after memorizing it, combine it with the exercises to practice and experience, and then it is the homework you must practice every day." ”

"The toes are gripping the ground, and the heels are slightly raised. The soles of the feet are springed, and the ankles tremble.

Pull your knees and twist your hips and legs. The levator anus sucks the abdomen, and the crotch is wrapped.

The back is erect and the waist is straight, and the chest socket is slightly retracted. Shoulder support elbow cross, wrist hook finger support.

-------”

Zheng Dong took out his diary, asked the priest for a quill pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote it in the blank space of the diary, recording his mental method.

He asked as he wrote: "Master, acupuncture is undoubtedly from China, and I think this mental method and practice are also from China, so you have been to China." ”

"Well, I have a good brother from Huaxia, he taught me how to use acupuncture to open the meridians, exercises and heart methods are also taught by him, his name is Chen Duan, if he is still alive, he should be about the same age as me."

"Are you talking about ------," Zheng Dong struggled to recall the name, "that person drank the water from the Holy Grail with you." ”

"Yes, Chen Duan, he is from Huaxia, and his fighting ability is at least ten times stronger than mine, but he is not as handsome as me."

Far away in the bamboo forest of Huaxia, someone sneezed twice in a row.

Every day, in addition to practicing, before going to sleep at night, Zheng Dong has to go into the ice cellar, look at Mu Yun'er in the crystal coffin, and talk to her.

A week later, the two of them were standing on the terrace again.

"You've tried your skills." The priest smiled so kindly.

"This, Master, ah, that, can you demonstrate it again? I think it's a bit high. Zheng Dong was sure that he had a fear of heights, and he didn't find out that he had this disease after so many years.

"Well, I'll see." The priest stood beside him, looking down.

Suddenly felt a pat on his back, Zheng Dong instinctively glanced back, there was no one else, there was a hand still hanging in the air, and the divine master was still smiling so kindly, hey? Why did the Divine Master shrink, something was wrong, and when he turned his head again, he found himself falling rapidly, and the grass below gradually grew larger in front of him, turning into a forest, and the cold wind hunted and swept by.

"Ah------ murdered!" Zheng Dong shouted.

The forehead bumped into a raised rock, if it hit, it would be a watermelon scoop, and you would die!

He wanted to avoid it, but he thought about it, and his whole body moved, and when he was about to touch the rock, he naturally turned in the air, and on his toes, he kicked on the rock, and his ability to control his limbs reached an unprecedented height.

It's such a wonderful feeling! He couldn't help but feel triumphant.

He controlled his body at will, and his reflexes broke through, and he was able to quickly find the next place to land, bouncing up and down the steep hillside like a dragonfly in water.

A rock suddenly loosened, stepped on the air, flew diagonally at a height of more than ten meters above the ground, and quickly pasted a big tree with his face.

"Smack"

"Ahh