"Papa's antique shop!"

Looking at the content of the plaque above his head, Han Yi smiled slightly, pushed open the door, and walked in.

"Crunch!"

"Eh! Daddy doesn't do business today! ”

Hearing the prestige, Han Yi saw at a glance Daddy Cheng, who was thin and thin, with gray hair, wearing reading glasses, rushing to the table and constantly flipping through ancient books, and holding a magnifying glass in one hand.

What made Han Yi even more sideways was that there was a shield inlaid with a chicken charm in front of Daddy Cheng.

After a while, it seemed that no one had left, and Father Cheng raised his head and looked in the direction of the gate, and at a glance saw Han Yi who seemed to have come out of an ink painting.

Whether it is temperament, image or attire, it all makes Daddy Cheng's eyes light up.

"In this era, few people are willing to wear Hanfu, let alone have long hair and comb Hanbo. Rare! What a rarity! ”

Daddy Cheng praised him without hesitation, and then said with a blank face: "However, Daddy really doesn't do business today, if the guests are really interested, it's better to come back tomorrow!" ”

"In this era, there are very few people who are willing to practice national art and cultivate it to the point of turning their strength, and it is also very rare for Taoist friends!"

Han Yi glanced at Father Cheng, and then praised with a smile.

He didn't expect that there was a national art in this world, and it seemed that the system was still very perfect, at least enough to cultivate to the Grandmaster of Transformation Strength.

Daddy Cheng's eyes flashed with shock, he didn't expect the man in ancient costume in front of him to see his strength so easily.

You must know that if a Yu does not become a Grandmaster, and does not deliberately show strangeness, with the ability to return to the true nature of the Grandmaster's realm, even if he is a Grandmaster powerhouse, he may not be able to see it.

But the man in front of him ......

Could it be that it is another existence that breaks through the strength by chance?

And, what is the purpose of his coming here?

Daddy Cheng's thoughts flowed in his heart, but on the surface, he said without a trace: "Young man, Daddy is optimistic about you, I didn't expect you to break through to the top of Huajin at a young age, just like my nephew Jackie Chan, you are all young and handsome!" ”

Father Cheng's words were very cautious, one was to tell Han Yi that there was more than one existence above Hua Jin, not only him, but his nephew Jackie Chan was also such an existence, knocking Han Yi and telling him not to be complacent. The second is to warn Han Yi not to mess around.

Cheng Daddy's words, Han Yi naturally heard it.

However, what made Han Yi breathe a sigh of relief was that if it was calculated based on Jackie Chan's strength, then Han Yi would still be able to fight head-on with those demons.

"Daoists don't have to be like this, I didn't have any malice in this trip, I just heard that Daoists will learn the way of magic, so I'm here to talk about Taoism. By the way, so that Daoyou know that in Xia Han Yi, he is upright and in his early 100s. ”

"Fellow Daoist? On the Tao? 100 years old?"

Hearing Han Yi's words, Father Cheng immediately stared at Han Yi with a pair of compassionate eyes that cared for mentally handicapped children.

In his opinion, the man in ancient costume in front of him must be a master of national art who has fantasized about becoming an immortal and is mentally disordered.

Otherwise, he would never come to him to pretend to be a centenarian.

Otherwise, you think it's fun to be older?

Isn't that one step closer to the end of life?

But then, Daddy Cheng became nervous again, and for a while, the master above the mental disorder turned into a master, what if he suddenly went crazy and went on a killing spree?

No, do you want to call Jackie Chan back quickly?

Otherwise, what if this man suddenly goes crazy and kills him?

Father Cheng was thinking nervously there, looking around from time to time, as if he was looking for something to prevent Han Yi from suddenly erupting.

The corners of Han Yi's mouth twitched slightly, but he still explained his intention to himself: "I came here this time just to learn the way of magic from fellow Daoists. Of course, what I have learned all my life, if there is any need from Taoist friends, I can also pass it on. ”

Glancing at Han Yi and feeling the sincerity in Han Yi's words, Father Cheng asked with some curiosity: "Then tell Daddy, what will you do?" ”

Han Yi smiled confidently, and did not answer positively, but changed the topic and said: "If I say it, Taoist friends may not believe it, why don't we talk about each other, talk about the world, and talk about the scriptures, so as to prove it." ”

Hearing Han Yi's words, Father Cheng did not hesitate and immediately agreed.

After all, in his opinion, it was a good deal anyway.

If it was according to what Han Yi said, then he could naturally get the answer in this conversation. If Han Yi is really insane, then he can also use the argument to drag Jackie Chan back.

After all, it is not long before Jackie Chan comes back.

If Han Yi's words are confirmed in the end, then it may not be impossible to discuss and exchange ideas with each other.

Maybe after the exchange, he had an unexpected gain?

After half an hour of communication, Daddy Cheng also determined that Han Yi was not insane, although Han Yi did not know anything about historical magic.

But in the Taoist scriptures, the subset of scriptures and history, Qimen Dunjia astrological gossip, feng shui kanyu, etc., he has profound attainments, at least, he thinks that he is far inferior.

And Han Yi also learned from Father Cheng's words that in this world, the inheritance of national arts only has the three realms of light and dark, and there is no Dangang God, and even the reason why Jackie Chan broke through and advanced to Baodan is just a coincidence.

"How? Are you willing to talk about the Tao? ”

Han Yi smiled slightly, asking confidently.

Hearing Han Yi's inquiry, Father Cheng nodded and agreed.

"This is natural, but what makes Dad wonder is, what did Daoyou teach me?"

"The Six Realms of National Art, Light and Shade, Dangang God. The method of martial arts true qi cultivation. However, this world is the world of the end of the law, and the method of true qi cultivation is afraid that it is not very useful, but the martial arts scripture I created can be cultivated, there are three articles of quenching the body, practicing qi, and breaking it, and the cultivation can be completed to gain thousands of years of life. ”

Han Yi's words were like a thunder bomb, blowing up into a trance for Daddy.

What do I hear? Thousands of years of life? Can man really be compared to the gods?

Daddy Cheng thought in a trance.

"Fellow Daoist, are you still willing to talk about the Tao?"

Han Yi joked with a smile.

Hearing Han Yi's words, Father Cheng finally came back to his senses and said tentatively: "Then can you use this martial scripture to communicate?" ”

For Han Yi's words, Father Cheng has reservations, in his opinion, this so-called martial arts scripture may not be created by Han Yi, after all, according to Han Yi, this martial arts scripture can be said to be another cultivation system.

He didn't believe that Han Yi could do this alone.

After all, that national art was also opened up step by step by many ancestors with blood and death in that dark era.

In order to open up a world of the end of the Fa, I can't tell how many sages have died during this period.

How could Han Yi do it alone?

Compared with Han Yi's creation of the Martial Scriptures, he is more willing to believe that Han Yi inherited the Martial Scriptures.

At this moment, a young man wearing a blue robe and brown trousers walked into the store.

(End of chapter)