Zhao Fujin didn't take a few random glances and throw it down this time like before, but looked at it carefully, the wonderful old man's eyes were full of shock, this book was inadvertently found in a small sect library, and it was placed at the bottom of the counter at that time, and a layer of dust fell.

At that time, he was injured and chased by the enemy, and when he saw this book called Cowhide Man's Divine Skill, he felt that the name was strange, so he turned the page when he was bored, and after reading four or five pages in a row, he gradually discovered that this book was extraordinary, and after reading it, he was shocked by this book.

Over the years, many people in the rivers and lakes thought that he was learning the exercises of the Divine Sword Sect, and the old and young in the rivers and lakes knew that he had been in retreat for seven years, and many people really thought that he was creating exercises, but in fact he was practicing this stolen cowhide man's divine skills.

He learned for a long time to know why this exercise is called this name, the name may come from the kraft candy, he now has a small success in this exercise, ordinary swords inserted into the hands and feet can ensure that there is no bleeding and no injury, according to the book to practice Mahayana, the bones are soft, the whole person will become kraft candy.

As for why the people in the rivers and lakes know that he is creating a copy of the Thousand Feather Divine Sword, it is because this cowhide man's divine skill has only one nemesis, that is, attacking the first Thousand Feather Divine Sword, so he studied the Thousand Feather Divine Sword in his spare time, but he couldn't understand it at all, so it was all up to guessing, he guessed the moves of the Thousand Feather Divine Sword, and then thought about the corresponding way to crack it.

Seven years later, when he came out of the customs, the cowhide man's magic skills were a small success, and the Thousand Feather Divine Sword did not study and understood, but according to the name of the Thousand Feather Divine Sword's moves, he imagined a set of exercises, which must be like a move to kill with a few crosses, he imagined it as two swords, one up and down, one left and right.

The people of the rivers and lakes believed him early on and imitated the exercises according to the Thousand Feather Divine Sword, and the biggest reason was that the various moves of the cross sword and the names of the various moves of the Thousand Feather Divine Sword matched very well, and the public's imagination was always the same.

So the more everyone looks at it, the more they feel like it, in fact, the cross sword and the thousand feather sword are only a little related to the name, Sun Qi Temple is the cross sword created after interpreting the name of the thousand feather sword, and he can't understand the thousand feather sword at all, and the only thing he understands is the name of the move.

"I think this book is good, even better than the hardcover books you put in the center." Zhao Fujin put down the book in his hand as he spoke, obviously he didn't mean to continue reading, he just felt that this was the best of all the books here, so he just appreciated the words.

The wonderful old man Sun Qimiao looked at Zhao Fujin with more respect in his eyes, and even some of the respect in his bones that only monks of the same level have.

Zhao Fujin put down the cowhide man magic and casually flipped through two books, these things looked boring, plus worried about the little donkey above, in the end he couldn't hold on, touched his nose and said, "By the way, what do you want me to translate?" I'll do what I can. ”

The wonderful old man did not answer, but wondered, "Why don't you practice martial arts?" ”

Zhao Fujin didn't expect the fat old man in front of him to be covered with all kinds of gadgets to ask this, and after thinking for a while, he said: "As the saying goes, the poor learn literature, the rich practice martial arts, when I was a child, my family was poor, it would be good to be able to afford books, where can I afford to hire a master, and then I felt that martial artists were useless, I couldn't do anything except fight and kill, and I was bent on finding an official and a half-job to do something for a poor family like me." ”

The old man suddenly looked at the young man in front of him, and he could only find something extraordinary after reading four or five pages, and he noticed it at a glance, doesn't it mean that the talent is several times that of himself, and he has a talent that surpasses the world, but he only thinks of doing something for the poor people, such a person is as dazzling as the sun and moon in the sky.

Thinking that the old man should be a martial artist, Zhao Fujin realized that he had said the wrong thing, hugged his fists and said: "I'm sorry, I don't mean to look down on martial artists, I just said that for me personally, I would prefer to be a parent official and seek peace for the people." ”

The wonderful old man shook his head and said approvingly: "You are right, practicing martial arts is just the joy of one person, the joy of one sect, and it really doesn't mean much to this world. ”

Zhao Fujin smiled and didn't speak, constantly reminding himself in his heart to be cautious in his words and deeds in the future, and be careful of disasters coming out of his mouth.

"That's it, take it and read it." After picking a few books, the wonderful old man took Zhao Fujin out of the underground palace, and went out from the door leading to the underground staircase, and Zhao Fujin ran out of the door to see his little donkey as soon as possible.

As if he was worried, the little donkey was gone, and he ran out to look around, and the young man suddenly collapsed his face, and all he lost was white silver, and ran into the house and said to the wonderful old man, "Where is the yamen nearby?" I'm going to report to the police. ”

The old man just wanted to ask the official what to do, but suddenly remembered the little donkey outside the door, pricked up his ears and listened, the heartbeat of the little donkey outside the door had indeed disappeared, and the wonderful old man who was full of gadgets like a seller ran out in three steps and two steps, and then listened carefully, and could not find the breath of the little donkey around.

The little donkey was lost.

Zhao Fujin's eyes widened as he watched the fat old man move so fast, the fat old man who called himself a wonderful old man was still by his side one moment, and the next moment he was across the road, and the young man looked at such a fantasy picture at first glance, and for a while he forgot the sad thing that the little donkey was gone.

Sun Qimiao, the head of the Divine Sword Sect who was flying around, looked more and more ugly, and he would not lose his own territory if he had made a package ticket before, so it took long to slap his face, not to mention that Zhao Fujin's performance just now left a deep impression on the old man's heart.

The old man subconsciously regarded Zhao Fujin as a Confucian sage who was good enough to help the world, and poor to be alone.

"If you don't report to the officer, let the messenger help you find it."

Zhao Fujin's voice reached the ears of the old man, and the wonderful old man refused directly without thinking about it, if it was spread out that the little donkey in front of his door was lost, he would have to ask the yamen messenger for help, wouldn't he be unable to raise his head in front of his old friends for the rest of his life.

"Don't worry, I will definitely find it back for you, I want to see the donkey alive, bring you back the dead skeleton, and help me watch the store." After the fat and wonderful old man said this, he disappeared from Zhao Fujin's sight.

For Sun Qimiao, the wonderful old man in charge of the Divine Sword Sect, this finding a donkey is a matter of honor and face, and he can bear it if he is looked down upon by the reckless people in the rivers and lakes, if he is looked down upon by this kind of Confucian and Taoist saint with a common heart, then he will never be able to accept it.

As Sun Qimiao unreservedly showed his strength, the surging aura on his body spread throughout the entire southeast area of the imperial city, and many masters in the city climbed to a high place to look at this side.

Today is not a quiet day, at this time, before noon, a lot of things have happened that are worthy of the public's talk, first someone assassinated the eldest prince of Xueyu Villa, and then the maid next to the eldest prince of Yun attacked Gu Lingyuan, the thirteenth disciple of the Sword Saint of Junzilou, on the street.

If this is all a trivial matter, then the appearance of the Thousand Feather Divine Sword has made countless people in the rivers and lakes boil, and with the enthusiasm is that everyone found that the cross sword of Sun Qi Temple and the cross killing of the Thousand Feather Divine Sword have nothing to do with it, and the honor of the Divine Sword Sect is disgraced, and then Zhou Nu appeared on the battlefield, which was the first time many people saw Mahayana.

Only a short time has passed, and there is a master in the southeast corner of the imperial city who does not retain his own breath, and many masters of the rivers and lakes with heads and faces tell the juniors around them that the owner of this breath is at least half a foot Mahayana.

"See a donkey?"

Many people in the southeast corner of the city were asked this question today, and no one knew what kind of donkey had provoked the anger of this terrifying old man.

Finally, Sun Qi Temple, who was looking around, determined the whereabouts of the donkey.

A few days ago, the head of the Seven Heroes of Liaodong, the left-leaning bear, entered the city with the king of Liaodong to meet the current Jian'an Emperor, and afterwards the king of Liaodong took the first step, and the left-leaning bear had several old friends in the city to meet, so he did not go along.

On the occasion of saying goodbye to an old friend today, the old friend's disciple came with the news that two young people in the city were fighting in the street, one of them was the thirteenth disciple of Gu Qinghan of Junzilou, Gu Lingyuan, the only son of the court's courtier, and the other envoy's move was very likely to be the Thousand Feather Divine Sword.

At that time, when the left-leaning bear flew to the southeast, he saw a lot of figures, everyone smiled when they met, and they all knew why they came to each other, after the battle, the flames in the eyes of many people jumped, and the gorgeous woman instantly became a peerless treasure in the eyes of countless people, and even the appearance of the country and the city was ignored, and everyone saw the value of martial arts on her.

It's just the name of the shadow of the tree, the reputation of the Snow Rain Villa, even if there is only one grandmaster master at the scene, after all, no one dares to rob people, the left-leaning bear happened to be separated from his old friend, all the way to the east, he has no intention of going out from the city gate, Liaodong is in the east, then he will go all the way to the east, and he will meet the city and turn over.

When passing by a dilapidated inn, the left-leaning bear saw a donkey tied to the door, just a little hungry, and the donkey looked spiritual, the burly man like a hill grabbed the donkey by the leg and carried it on his shoulder, intending to find a place to roast.

It happened that the wonderful old man took Zhao Fujin to the underground stone room, which was used by the old man to practice, and several doors were set up, which were not only safe, but also soundproof, and the two people inside didn't hear the screams of the donkey.

Angry Sun Qi Temple found the direction and quickly headed east, along the way many people heard a roar in the air, but looked up to find that the sound was getting farther and farther away, but they couldn't even see what the sound was.

Seeing the figure carrying a donkey flying over the city wall from a distance, Sun Qimiao roared angrily: "Bastard, stealing something to my head." ”

The left-leaning bear felt that an extremely powerful figure was rapidly approaching in the direction behind him, and when he jumped on the city wall, he glanced back and found that this breath was coming towards him, and when he was a little puzzled about what this person meant, he heard the sound of internal force pressing over.

Turning his head strangely to look at the donkey on his shoulder, the left-leaning bear almost thought that he had stolen not a donkey but the wife of the angry old man.