"I'll rub it, how do you practice this?" Tang Yi cursed, and read the pamphlet several times over and over again, this time he even read the entire Analect that had nothing to do with it, but still didn't find anything related to the sword technique.

"Could it be that carrying a sword every day is just practicing martial arts?" Tang Yi rolled his eyes, threw the booklet into the corner of the stone room, grabbed a pancake and turned around to go out to see the scenery.

"Waste a day!"

Tang Yi viciously bit off a large piece of pancake, looking at the already dim sky, and didn't know what he was thinking.

In the next few days, Tang Yi did not go out except for going to the small island in the middle of the lake to pick some fruits and herbs and chop some wood.

He looked through Haoran Sword Qi several times, both intensive and cursory, but he still didn't find a cultivation method. He even made a wooden sword out of the wood he had chopped back, and carried the sword behind his hand like the Confucian in the picture, but it still didn't seem to be useful.

Although it is useless, Tang Yi will still stand for half an hour every morning, noon and evening, and call it my day and three provinces.

In fact, he was thinking nonsense there with a sword, thinking about his parents in his previous life, thinking about Granny Ma and others in Lijia Village, and thinking about the billions of merits.

"Hemp egg!"

After Tang Yi scolded, he threw the wooden sword on the ground.

"Do you have time to spend here?"

After saying that, Tang Yi was taking out the Haoran Sword Qi again, this time he planned to burn this book with fire, the ancients always liked to use this way to transmit information, maybe this sword recipe is the same.

He had already tried soaking it in water two days ago, but although the book was ordinary paper, it could not be soaked.

Tang Yi took out a piece of wood from the pile of wood to dry, and put it into the stove with some hay. It took a lot of effort to light the firewood by drilling wood to make fire, and Tang Yi, who was smoked into smoky makeup, went to the lake to wash his face, and then walked to the stove with Haoran Sword Qi.

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and stretched the book above the flames, but the fire was so hot that Tang Yi had to withdraw his hand after just breathing.

Tang Yi searched left and right, took out a few of his newly made arrows from the corner of the wall, and put the sword trick on the fire with the shaft of the arrow. After a few breaths, it was estimated that it should be almost there, Tang Yi reached out and wanted to take the book back, but before his hand could be stretched out, the sword trick fell into the stove with a click.

"I'll rub!"

Seeing the wooden arrow shaft that was burned by the fire, Tang Yi directly gave himself a big mouth.

"What a stupid thing!"

Tang Yi ran to the side of the pyre and smoked a piece of wood, turned around and ran to the stove to pick it up, and it took a cup of tea to successfully take out all the charcoal in the stove.

After all the things were taken out, Tang Yi, who was already ready for the sword trick to be burned to ashes, couldn't help but be stunned in place.

The sword technique that burned the tea kung fu in the fire, not only was it burned to ashes, it could be said to be unscathed. Except for some traces of fire on the corner he tore off, there was not a trace of it in the rest of the place.

Tang Yi picked up the sword trick and looked at it again, the sword trick was still the same sword trick, and the pattern was still the same pattern, not a word more or less word, and the painting did not change in any way.

He threw the booklet on the floor, lay down on it, and lost even the interest in cooking.

That night, Tang Yi had a very strange dream, in the dream he returned to the middle school classroom, the teacher was still the same teacher, and the classmates were still the same group of classmates, the only difference was that the teacher was talking about the Analects.

It is not an excerpt from a Chinese textbook, but a complete text.

The classmates were reciting the Analects, and Tang Yi was also reading, but instead of shaking his head and reading aloud like other students, he closed his eyes and whispered silently.

At this time, the teacher suddenly came over, hit him on the head with a ruler, and said angrily: "Reading and reading is for you to read aloud, not for you to read silently, who is to read it to? If you want to understand the meaning of the book, you must read it out loud!"

was knocked on this ring ruler, and when he heard the teacher's words again, Tang Yi suddenly became enlightened.

"It turns out that this is the key to the sword technique, I understand!" Tang Yi suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

He picked it up from the ground and resolutely walked to the door to read it by the moonlight, and read the words in this sword technique, without pulling down a single word.

When Tang Yi read the entire Analects, the sword technique suddenly automatically turned to the pattern on the last page. I saw a faint light on the pattern, and the Confucian scholar actually walked out of the book.

Startled, Tang Yi was stunned and forgot to continue reading, and as soon as the sound of reading stopped, Confucian immediately disappeared.

It turns out that this is the correct way to open the sword technique!

Tang Yi looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and only stopped laughing for a long time.

Tang Yi flipped the book to the page of the portrait and placed it flat on the ground, picked up the wooden sword and began to recite the Analects aloud, but he did not memorize only the passages in the sword technique, but the entire Analects.

As Tang Yi recited aloud, Confucian came out again, slowly casting his sword technique.

Unbeknownst to Tang Yi, as he memorized the Analects, miracles occurred in almost all Confucian academies and temples.

In the academy, all the Confucian classics were windless, and the ears of every Confucian student sounded the sound of a Li Lao's reading, which was the Zuxing version of the Analects recited by Tang Yi.

In the temple, almost all the statues and tablets of the saints emit a soft light, and the light penetrates the walls and spreads to every corner of the four continents.

Outside the sky, an old Taoist and an old monk sat opposite each other, playing a game, the chess game has come to an end, and the sunspot is slightly better. The chessboard and chess pieces were covered with a thick layer of dust, and it was clear that the two had not touched for many years.

If people who don't know the truth are here, they will definitely think that the two are just statues.

These two people are Daozun and Buddha, the two have been playing here for thousands of years, and the son of Buddha has been thinking about it for more than 100 years, and now he still has not fallen.

At this time, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and the dust on the chessboard was blown clean, and the Buddha and Dao Zun were taken aback, and they calculated at the same time.

After a long time, the Buddha took the lead in calculating, only to see him pronounce the Buddha's name, and said with a wry smile: "Confucianism is really talented, 100,000 years ago there was a martial saint, created a heroic sword decision, and swept away the defeat of Confucianism suppressed by my Buddhism." Now the Tang donor from this ancestral star is also a Confucian protégé. ”

After Dao Zun pronounced the slogan, he smiled and shook his head, "Now no one knows what the situation of Zuxing is, maybe it is not necessary that the three sects have merged, maybe Tang Shizhu is still proficient in my Taoist classics." ”

Although Daozun is not as fast as the Buddha's calculation, it seems to be farther than him. Obviously, Dao Zun had calculated something.

Seeing that the Buddha Venerable was going to continue the deduction, Dao Zun would not give him this opportunity, and hurriedly said: "Great monk, you can't go down? If not, quickly admit defeat!"

Interrupted by Daozun, the breeze disappeared completely, and the Buddha shook his head helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "The poor monk's skills are not as good as others, and he is willing to bow to the wind." ”

After saying that, the Buddha Zun put in the towel and admitted defeat.

I just don't know if he's talking about chess skills or deduction.

At this time, Tang Yi was still reciting the Analects he had written down in his dream, and in order to see every movement of Confucianism, he recited very slowly, and it took him three days to memorize all the more than 15,000 words.

As Tang Yi finished reading the last word, the sound of reading in the academies and holy temples in various places gradually disappeared, and every statue of the Holy Master on the mainland seemed to have become much more agile.

At about the same time, at least several great Confucians were promoted to sainthood. Since the martial saint created a sword qi, there have been only seven or eight saints born in Confucianism for millions of years, and at this moment, there can be several advanced saints, and later generations call this a sign of Confucianism's great prosperity.

All the Confucian scholars played their crowns and shook their clothes, bowing down to the tablet of the Holy Prophet.

The scholar worshipped, and a white light suddenly flew out of the holy icon, and the white light rose to the sky and reached the Pearl Mountain in the blink of an eye, pouring down into the valley, and directly smashed into Tang Yi's heavenly spirit.

The white light entered his body, and Tang Yizhi fell backwards in a daze.

This night, Tang Yi slept extremely comfortably, and slept for a day and a night before waking up.

"What the hell?"

As soon as he opened his eyes, Tang Yi immediately groped up and down his body, before he only remembered that a white light hit him, and he didn't remember what happened after that. Fortunately, there were no missing parts of the whole body, so I was relieved.

When he saw the sword trick on the ground again, Tang Yi immediately forgot about the white light, and rubbed the sword trick and boasted arrogantly, and then put the sword trick close to his body.

After putting away the sword technique, Tang Yi was not in a hurry to practice the sword, not that he didn't want to practice martial arts, but that he was too hungry at this time, and he hadn't eaten for four days, and the Five Organs Temple had already begun to rebel.

Valan Village, at this time, the second master has returned from Zimu Peak.

The formation on Zimu Peak has disappeared, and with his formation, it is no longer clear whether it was broken by someone or the people inside took the initiative to withdraw, but in the thatched hut on Zifeng, he got the desired result, of course, this is not what information Tang Yi left in the thatched hut back then.

The second master just checked the speculation after the thatched hut collapsed, the thatched hut was not man-made, but naturally decayed and collapsed, which means that there was no one living there for at least a year, and Tang Yi was rescued less than two months.

Obviously, Tang Yi has nothing to do with the people in the hut.

Knowing this result, the big boss finally put his mind at ease. felt that he had been frightened in vain, and he had to ask Lijia Village to make some compensation, so he sent someone to Lijia Village again and doubled the offerings in Lijia Village.

Just after the New Year, Lijia Village is lit up everywhere, which is a joyful scene.

The festivity is not only because of the New Year, but more importantly, the hunting team that went out of the village to hunt for more than ten days has finally returned.

Although the hunt cost three people, it also brought back a very considerable income.

This time, Li Laosan and the others actually hunted a demon beast that had already produced a demon pill, and in addition, the rest of the demon beasts that had not yet produced a demon pill and various beasts and fierce beasts were countless.

According to the estimation of the village chief and the clan elders, the income of this time alone is enough for more than 300,000 yuan.

The Lijia Village hunting team has never had such an astonishing income, and it is extremely high to be able to bring back 50,000 yuan in the past.

If the rate is at this rate, the hunting party will not be able to recuperate for a few days and go out twice a month, and it may not be impossible to make up enough four thousand taels before paying the offering.

Looking at so many prey in front of him, listening to Li Laosan and the members of the hunting team praising the 'crossbow', the village chief and the clan elders seemed to have a little less resentment towards Tang Yi.

Even the clan elders who had always put on a stinky face danced with smiles, not to mention the rest of the villagers.

They surrounded the members of the hunting team in the middle, chattering non-stop, and even a few people who always thought that the hunting team was not as fast as helping the little doctor collect medicine on weekdays, also gathered around Li Laosan, begging Li Laosan to join the hunting team.

Although the hunting team may not be able to get the money in the first half of this year, after this difficulty, the money distributed by the members of the hunting team will inevitably be much more than in other places.

Just as everyone was picking out a beast from their prey and preparing for a bonfire feast to celebrate, there was a lonely sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

The sound of the horse's hooves was not loud, it seemed that there was only one horse, but the horse's riding skills were very skillful, and every time the horse's hooves landed, they stepped on the intervals of the crowd's cheers, as if the king was responding to the cheers of his subjects.

After the cheers of the crowd stopped, the sound of horses' hooves also stopped, not far from the place where the crossbow arrows were arrows, and it was obvious that the big boss had also played with the crossbow sent by Li Shi with his heart.

"The big boss has an order, and the worship of Lijia Village will be doubled again!"

After speaking, he turned his horse's head and walked away, leaving only the villagers who were still beaming a moment ago, stunned one by one as if they were mourning.