Although the secret book of the Seven Signatures of Yun Ji is different from the Taoist book, there is only a thin book, but there are still many Taoist mysteries contained in it.

Under Ziqin's plea, Su Shi stayed in Huzhou for two more days, and carefully comprehended all the Taoist mysteries in this secret book for Ziqin, and these two days also made Ziqin have about eighty percent of the dialysis of this secret book.

At this point, Su Shi said that he would not stay anymore, he was still a magistrate at this time, and he still remembered that there was a side of the people in his heart, and Ziqin was not good at staying, so he had to let Su Shi leave.

In this way, Ziqin had no intention of staying in Huzhou, so he got up and went towards Dali immediately.

After Su Shi's help, he had already understood eighty percent, and the rest had already been engraved in his mind, but Ziqin did not take it on the road, but burned it cleanly with a fire.

As for what martial arts are lost, Ziqin doesn't care about it.

Anyway, all the magic techniques in this world may actually be as few people as few people understand, the better, originally, Ziqin only felt a pity when he read that many peerless martial arts were lost in the twenty-first century.

But this time the main world has experienced invincibility, but Ziqin suddenly understands that many divine skills are not naturally lost, but the ancestors deliberately let them be lost, because many times it is not a good thing that there are too many super strong people in the world.

If a person is strong enough to a certain level, then he will never be willing to be ordinary again, this is human nature, the most primitive nature of human beings, and it is by no means any human nature that can be extinguished by education or cultivation.

Perhaps the reason why there are fewer and fewer myths in this world is because the ancestors deliberately let those divine skills be lost. The number of people with the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth also began to gradually decrease, and finally slowly reached the so-called end of the Dharma era in later generations.

Of course, Ziqin didn't have as much thought as the old ancestor, and Ziqin burned the Seven Signs of Yun Ji just because Ziqin didn't want anyone to get this kind of peerless magic skill from him.

Although, Ziqin doesn't want to have the possibility that someone will take the cheats from his arms one day, but he is not afraid of 10,000 just in case.

From Huzhou to Dali, it is all the way to the southwest.

Ziqin walked all the way, and did not stop at all, but at the same time, he never forgot to practice the seven signs of Yun Ji and the special effects of the two Taizu Divine Skills.

I don't know if he has ever practiced peerless martial arts, or if You Tanzhi is indeed a martial arts wizard. Ziqin's cultivation along the way was extremely effective. The martial arts within the seven signatures of Yun Ji are actually nameless and surnameless, but Ziqin has practiced a vigorous internal qi in just one week.

And the feeling that this internal qi gives Ziqin is even more magical, although this internal qi is a share, it can be divided into two ends. It's like Tai Chi Yin and Yang. Divisible. And when they are together, they give people a feeling of mellowness and ease, and when they are separated, they form two true qi with completely different attributes.

One is feminine but vicious, but whatever is in the middle of this internal force will be iron and stone will become powder like weathering.

The other is masculine and domineering. Anyone who is caught in it will be shattered to pieces.

The two seemed to have the same goal, however, Ziqin felt that these two breaths each contained magical abilities, just like the yin and yang veins of the Taizu Divine Skill.

It's a pity that this Yun Ji Seven Signatures is not a special martial arts cheat book after all, but only a Taoist martial art evolved by Zhang Junfang from the Taoist metaphysics that was spread and even mixed with the teachings of other religions.

Of course, it is possible to practice the divine internal force, but how to use this internal force, how to exert its divine mysteries, and what moves should be used to cooperate with these internal strengths, Yun Ji Seven Signatures have not involved the slightest.

After all, Zhang Junfang was originally a literati, and the literati of this era were not the literati of Mencius's old man who could cultivate a heroic spirit, and Zhang Junfang's ability to peel off these martial arts mysteries from the Taoist mysteries is enough to be admired.

On this day, Ziqin entered a town on the way in the evening, and after finding an inn, he sat down in the tavern downstairs of the inn, and before he could order, suddenly a man walked strangely to Ziqin's table and sat down.

"You're being targeted."

As soon as the man sat down, a low voice came out.

Ziqin remained silent, but secretly looked at this man, this is an ordinary man, he looks a little martial arts, but it is definitely not high, and his appearance is also in line with that kind of ordinary Jianghu guest, in the rivers and lakes, this kind of person is basically a fish belly role, and no one will pay too much attention to it.

"Six doors."

Seeing that Ziqin was silent, the man lowered his voice again and spoke.

Ziqin's heart was suddenly, but at the same time, a trace of amazement rose, but Huang Shang's subordinates really had an energy that could not be underestimated, and these six doors were indeed worthy of being the organization of the vertical and horizontal dynasties.

It's a pity that this organization has been in the hands of the emperor for generations, but it can't play a role in the war, and it's just a weapon for the internal martial arts.

"You thief deserve to sit here, get out."

Ziqin's face froze, and he suddenly slapped the table and scolded angrily at the man.

"Why, want to fight, boy, the tavern is not owned by your family."

The man's eyes rolled, but his face immediately made a rogue look, and his sleeves were stacked and his face was full of flesh towards Ziqin.

"Look for death."

Ziqin's face turned cold, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab it, this grasp seemed to be not much mysterious, but it was right on the man's chest, and he picked up the man and threw it outside with his shaking hand like a chicken.

"You wait, you wait for me, we're not done."

The man was thrown out of the door of the tavern, got up in embarrassment, and scolded the tavern in a fierce manner, but on the other hand, he ran into the distance in a panic, as if he was afraid that he would be caught up by Ziqin if he ran slowly.

"Xiao Er, two catties of beef, one catty of daughter red."

Throwing out the man, Ziqin seemed to have done nothing, and slammed the table and shouted.

It turns out that force is the best thing in this world, and before it is changed, Ziqin may have to wait for half a year to be able to wait for his own wine and food, but just now Ziqin showed his strength, and he almost shouted here. Over there, Xiao Er had already hurriedly brought up the things that Ziqin wanted.

"Good, good man, good kung fu."

As soon as Xiao Er's wine and food were served, a person in the tavern opened his mouth and shouted loudly.

Ziqin squinted, but this was an ordinary-looking fat man, but at this time, this fat man was standing up from his position and coming towards Ziqin with wine.

This person is a martial arts man.

Ziqin saw the fat man's bulging temples at a glance, this fat man was also a good internal player, and his internal strength was only very profound.

"Take the liberty of interrupting. I really can't help but see such a hero. In the lower Qingyun Zhuang owner, and a cup of respect for brothers. ”

The fat man walked up to Ziqin, but he politely toasted to Ziqin with a wine glass.

In this river and lake, people live with a face. If anyone is in Ziqin's position, I am afraid that he will definitely give the fat man some face. Others greet each other with smiling faces. and giving face like that, it is people who respect me for a foot, and I respect people for a fight.

However. Before he was born, Ziqin only heard the man say that someone was staring at him, but at this time, the fat man caught up, but it happened to make Ziqin misunderstand.

"It's just a lesson for a scoundrel, what kind of hero."

Ziqin opened his mouth coldly, picked up the wine glass in his hand and drank it all at the fat man casually.

This kind of behavior is really extremely unkind, and nine out of ten times in the rivers and lakes where people are killed will cause a fight, but the fat man didn't seem to feel angry, but sat down with a smile.

"There are a lot of splashes in this world, the court is stupid, and there are fewer and fewer people who dare to act righteously, but this heroic friend is absolutely worthy of it."

The fat man's smile was extremely sincere, and the words he said were also extremely pleasant, but Ziqin suddenly had more doubts in his heart.

slandering the imperial court, not being accustomed to splashing skin, and thinking that the world is dark, but this seems to be the idea of Mingjiao.

Contacting what the man said before, Ziqin suddenly felt more and more in his heart that this fat man was probably a member of the Ming Sect.

sneered secretly in his heart, Ziqin didn't expose this fat man, he just drank his own wine, but he wanted to see what tricks this fat man wanted to play.

In Ziqin's self-care drinking and eating, this fat man is extremely natural, he helps Ziqin add wine, and at the same time, he is self-cooked and chatting with Ziqin.

This person's thick skin and sophistication make Ziqin feel admired.

However, what made Ziqin puzzled was that this fat man gave people a sense of impeccable feeling, except for the fact that he felt a little uncomfortable with his self-acquaintance, whether he was talking or gas, he gave people a sense of impeccable.

And no matter how you look at it, this person doesn't look like he set a trap for Ziqin to drill.

"Look at my brother's hurry, but I don't know where to go."

The fat man's address to Ziqin was that he didn't know when he had changed from a friend to a brother, and poured wine for Ziqin again, and the fat man asked casually.

When he said this, Ziqin's heart suddenly froze, this fat man could not have asked his itinerary, and was ready to ambush the master of the Ming Sect to ambush him halfway.

As soon as such a thought was born, Ziqin felt that it was impossible, ambush, where can not be ambushed, why do you need to ask him about his itinerary, this is not a march to fight, but also to choose a place, and pay attention to what is the right time and place.

"The people in the rivers and lakes are home to the four seas, what is the destination."

Countless thoughts instantly turned in his heart, but Ziqin answered indifferently in his mouth, but when he said this, the fat man's eyes suddenly lit up.

"If the brothers have nowhere to go, they might as well go to my Qingyun Village to rest for two days, although my manor is not big, but there are also a group of equally generous and heroic heroes, so everyone drinks and sings together every day, and occasionally does a few chivalrous and righteous things in their spare time."

The fat man suddenly opened his mouth arrogantly, but these words made Ziqin stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of crying and laughing.

He finally understood who the fat man was, the last few words of the fat man were clearly the words that were common in Liangshan, and the fat man only needed to say one sentence, wouldn't everyone be happy to do the right thing for the sky.

This Qingyunzhuang is probably the same place as Liangshan.

Zi Qinfang wanted to refuse the fat man, but suddenly, he and the fat man's eyes looked outside the tavern at the same time, and an extremely murderous aura poured in from there like a tsunami.

(The rivers and lakes have begun, guess who the fat man is.) (To be continued......)