……

"What's going on lately?" Zhao Wen lay on the rocking chair, eating the peeled oranges handed over by the beautiful woman next to him, and asked the girls around him with a smile.

"What else? It's not about the Fuwei dart game being wiped out. I don't know who the Lin family provoked? It's so ruthless, I don't even let go of a horse. ”

"yes, yes, it's too evil!"

"I heard that the Fuwei Dart Bureau has been disbanded, and they all fled for their lives. Mr. Lin's family also escaped. ”

"It's miserable."

"The government didn't dare to take care of it, and the case was hastily closed."

……

For a while, the girls were gossiping.

Hearing this, Zhao Wen sighed, he knew that the days of freedom had passed, and it was time to prepare.

Zhao Wen first ransomed the eight girls and gave them some entanglements. As for whether they are good or continue to do this business, it is not Zhao Wen's responsibility.

In the reluctant eyes of the girls, Zhao Wen also reluctantly moved out of the Cuihong Mansion and asked for a single courtyard in an inn called "Youpeng Inn" in Fuzhou City.

With a piece of broken silver in his hand, Zhao Wen closed the door and wiped his sweat, "If you don't leave, I guess I don't want to leave." Gentle township, hero mound, the ancients did not deceive me! ”

In the next few days, in addition to determining the location of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, Zhao Wen ordered several sets of samurai uniforms, one set of black, white, one for yellow, one for blue, one for red, purple and gray, and the rest of the time was used to inquire about news and practice boxing.

As the saying goes, the song never leaves the mouth, and the fist never leaves the hand. After not practicing for a few days, Zhao Wen felt a lot more rusty, and he couldn't fully exert the power of several Dacheng skills because he had no actual combat experience. His mortal seventh-order strength was almost entirely provided by his physical body. You must know that the masters of the Xiaoao world do not have the perverted physical quality of him, and they are at most a little higher than ordinary people. But even so, if Zhao Wen encounters a martial arts master who is also a mortal seventh-order, if Zhao Wen does not have a speed advantage, it is estimated that he will be a sandbag.

Closed his fists, stood up straight, "exhaled", a breath of white air erupted from Zhao Wen's mouth, and shot straight out three feet away before dissipating.

Taking a towel to dry his face, Zhao Wen asked in his heart: "Zhao Fu, if I integrate all the boxing techniques and leg techniques I have learned, which part of my strength will I return to?" ”

"At least the ninth order of mortals, and even in the ninth order, they can be dominant."

"How can it be so powerful?" Zhao Wen was surprised, whether it was Tai Chi Boxing, Baji Boxing or Tan Leg, they were just some ordinary internal boxing, could it be that they were all so good after the space was perfected?

"Bajiquan and Tan Leg are ordinary martial arts skills, but you underestimate Taijiquan, Taijiquan is created by the monk-level powerhouse Zhang Sanfeng, its strength lies in the artistic conception, if you really understand it, your strength will definitely directly reach the monk's level." Zhao Fu was very angry at Zhao Wen's ignorance.

"It sounds like a drag, that's good, let's learn the Tai Chi sword and make it into a set." Zhao Wen said calmly, his face unchanged.

……

The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is a good time to kill people and set fires, cough cough, it is a good time to get cheats.

On Ximen Street in Fuzhou City, in front of a majestic mansion, Zhao Wen was dressed in a black samurai suit, standing there quietly, with the demeanor of a master, if you don't consider the flashlight in your hand.

In the past, the majestic and magnificent Fuwei Dart Bureau is now a dilapidated and heroic appearance. The bright vermilion lacquer gate is particularly red, and the copper nails on it seem to be red, and the two tall flagpoles in front of the door are now in different places, and the two flags are missing. Only the seal of the official mansion on the door was left shivering in the wind, making a "pop" sound.

Smelling the residual smell of blood in the air, Zhao Wen wrinkled his nose unhappily, "The husband is not guilty, he is guilty, and it is also a crime to have no strength!" ”

Exhaling and shaking his head self-deprecatingly, Zhao Wen walked along the wall to the alley next to him, "I won't let myself commit such a crime!" ”

……

"Bang!"

A figure slammed into the ground.

"Phew! Bah! Zhao Wen grinned and got up, patted the dirt on his body, and spit out the ashes in his mouth, "This time I was embarrassed and threw it at my grandmother's house." ”

It turned out that Zhao Wen used too much force when he climbed over the wall, and he didn't maintain a good balance on the wall, so he fell down directly, but fortunately the ground was on the ground below, otherwise he would have to hum on the ground now.

"Master, you must get a light book." Zhao Wen swore fiercely.

After quickly sorting himself out, Zhao Wen immediately looked for the ancestral hall, because he remembered that the evil sword spectrum was on the beam of an ancestral hall.

It's easier said than done.

"It's really a big girl, it's really a corrupt bourgeoisie, dare you let me find it." Zhao Wen was a little impatient, and kept thinking about it.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and just when Zhao Wen was about to break out, he finally found an ancestral hall in a remote place.

Zhao Wen excitedly pushed the door in, and there was a statue of Bodhidharma hanging on the wall facing the door of the ancestral hall.

"You can't be wrong, this is it." Finally breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Wen was not interested in looking around, directly pressed the direction of Dharma's finger, walked over, looked up at the beam, gestured, and then, took a few steps back, and took out a ladder.

You read that right, it's the ladder. If you don't use tools, you're stupid. Didn't you think of it when you climbed over the wall just now! Lesson of blood! As for the festival or something, Zhao Wen said that it had already been cleaned.

I climbed up slowly, and sure enough, there was a cloth wrap on it. happily took it down, opened the package, and inside was a robe. Zhao Wen knew that he was not wrong.

Spreading out the robe, Zhao Wen found the "famous saying through the ages" at the frontispiece: "If you want to practice this skill, you must first go from the palace".

Sweat!

"Collect!" Zhao Wen ordered, there should have been a mechanical prompt sound, but Zhao Wen was annoyed and blocked it.

"That's it!" Zhao Wen put the robe back in its place, put away the ladder, and left.

Using the ladder to climb out of the wall, Zhao Wen looked around weakly, he was thinking about whether if someone saw him climbing the ladder, whether he would destroy the corpse.

After returning to the inn, Zhao Wen sacrificed the "artifact" ladder again, I wiped it, why is it a ladder again. Zhao Wen found that he had fallen in love with the ladder. The ancient house was big, but the walls were too high!

……

The next morning, Zhao Wen practiced what he had learned as usual, and after breakfast, he sat on the stone bench in the small courtyard and asked.

"Zhao Fu, can the evil sword technique be perfected? I mean to get rid of the bad things that cheat daddy. ”

"Yes, but it takes mental power." Zhao Fu said lightly.

"Oh? How much? ”

"Fifty points of first-level spiritual power."

"That's perfect. However, it was originally kept, and it was not guaranteed that someone would need it in the future. Thinking of this, the corners of Zhao Wen's mouth raised, thinking that others were cheated by themselves, and when they felt that they had earned it, it was very cool!