Chapter Twenty-Four: The Nameless Scroll

The next day, Zifeng was taken to the * practice ground by Zi Yan and Xin'er early in the morning, and after Wu Feiming learned the news that Zi Feng's injury had healed last night, he told Zi Yan to bring Zi Feng to the * training ground, saying that the hunting conference was about to start, and that Zi Feng wanted to strengthen his morale and supervise the training of the children of the family, Zi Yan also wanted Zi Feng to teach her two tricks, so early in the morning, she ran to Zi Feng's house, and even dragged Zi Feng to the * training ground.

After a simple treatment, Wu Haoran was no longer in trouble, and he was supposed to rest at home for two more days, but when he thought that it would be a hunting conference in a few days, he came to the * training ground early in the morning as usual, and urged the more than thirty boys in front of him.

Suddenly, this group of guys stopped, their eyes were looking straight away, Wu Haoran couldn't help but be annoyed, and just about to get angry, he heard: "Look, it's Brother Zifeng who is here, look at it."

"It's him, wow, you see he's not hurt at all."

"That's, who is Brother Zifeng, he's a hero, unlike that guy, who is still lying in the firewood room. ”......

A burst of cheers and cheers were noisy on the training ground, and Wu Haoran surprisingly did not stop it. Looking at Wu Zifeng who was walking slowly in the distance, his eyes were also indescribably happy, but he was muttering in his heart, how can this kid be faster than me, am I old, no, the old man still left me alone.

Speaking of which, after the fight that day, the old man was Wu Haoran's father, so he threw himself aside, and went to see Zifeng's injury with everyone, and in the end, the head of the family got himself home, what do you say is this.

Zifeng came to Wu Haoran, respectfully called 'Uncle Wu', without waiting for Wu Haoran to respond, Zifeng was surrounded by a group of Wujiazhuang's disciples, and for a while they were gossiping, most of them were around one topic, that is, how did Zifeng cultivate so well in just one month? What was the flying thing that Zifeng used in the fight before? Zifeng didn't have any excuses, and answered them one by one, and suddenly saw Ziming coming over, and the discussion suddenly stopped, and everyone also got out of the way.

Ziming has been on the * practice field, but it is a corner of the field, looking at Zifeng and they are talking enthusiastically, hesitating for a long time whether to get together, in fact, Ziming is still very bottomless in his heart, he didn't have a good heart at the beginning, but now Zifeng is safe and sound, and he came back strongly, destroying his self-righteousness in one fell swoop.

But he said that after their cultivation was over, many people were competing on the training ground, and Ziming relied on his own merit to be one level higher, and often bullied other children, so no one wanted to practice with him. Ziming was about to find someone to practice, but the people around him scattered away, unwilling to touch this brow. Ziming was arrogant and unaware, but proud: "You, it's you, come here, let me guide you in two moves." ”

The designated young man, with a thin face and plain clothes, frowned, and excused himself: "Brother Ziming's martial arts are strong, I am ashamed of myself, and I still don't want Brother Ziming to make a move." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, it's your honor to point you out...", and then without waiting for the young man to speak, Ziming stepped forward with his fist, and the young man had no choice but to accept the call.

After all, there is a huge disparity in strength, the young man is invincible, and after a few rounds, he is out of breath, and his arms are swollen and the quilt is pressed under him: "How can you accept it?" Ziming said smugly.

"Dissatisfied, what kind of ability is it to bully a martial artist at the early stage of a martial artist" The young man was not angry, and the onlookers also let out a mocking voice.

Ziming was furious: "Say, are you convinced......?"

The young man also has backbone: "I don't accept it, Zifeng is not afraid of you, I just don't accept ......"

At the beginning, Ziming used to bully Zifeng who came over to the training field in the same way, and Zifeng gritted his teeth at that time, even if he was beaten and bruised all over his body, he was stunned and did not squeak, so that Ziming was a little scared, what if this thing was killed, this is no longer a problem, and after that, Ziming never looked for trouble with Zifeng again. At that time, there was also a storm, but the turmoil was all directed at Wu Ziming, saying that Ziming was bullying the weak.

Now that the old things are brought up again, Zi Ming's eyes are red. "Let you be dissatisfied, let you be dissatisfied. The attack was gone, and the young man's shouting became quieter and quieter.

"Stop!" An angry scolding sounded in everyone's ears, and Wu Haoran, a martial artist not far away, walked quickly, Wu Haoran was tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his skin glowed with a metallic luster under the sun, and his body was full of tension of strength.

Everyone hurriedly got out of the way, Zifeng hurriedly stood aside, and without waiting for Wu Haoran to ask, he replied first: "Master, I was discussing with my junior brother just now, and I didn't control it...... It's futile fault. ”

After speaking, his eyes glared coldly at the person behind Wu Haoran who reported the news."" Didn't control it? Beat Wu Lei like this, don't talk nonsense, go to the torture hall immediately, receive 50 rods, and don't use your vitality to resist. ”

When Ziming came back from the torture hall, he felt resentful, all because of Zifeng, otherwise who would disagree with him, no, I must let him beg me for mercy. Ziming couldn't wait to find Wu Zimo and asked Zimo to help him with advice and let Zifeng bow down to him.

Ziming is usually brave and unscrupulous, and the violent tiger Feng He, but his second brother is resourceful and talented, so he also takes good care of this second brother, and Zimo often follows his brother and goes out to show off his might. What's more, Zimo also has some shackles on Zifeng, obviously he is not a cultivator, why does the family continue to waste the elixir on this waste, and he has sought it several times without success. Immediately, the two hit it off and began to calculate.

"Second brother, what do you say we are going to do to that waste, and we can't fight it, this thing is a hard bone. Ziming shook his fist and gritted his teeth.

"Big brother, don't you say that kid is riddled with fire and poison, what will happen if he gets sick himself?" Zimo said, looking pensive.

"Yes, it's not me for Fa Zheng, but will that kill him" Ziming said cautiously, lest something unexpected happen.

"How can he, how many times has he been ill, which time has he not been alive, okay, just do it, but what method should be used?" the two thought quietly. Zimo had an idea again: "I don't know if the eldest brother still remembers, Hongyan Mountain, the cave that Wu Lei and they found that time..."

"yes, why didn't I expect that the temperature in the cave was so high, if that kid ...... Hey, hey, hahaha, that's amazing...... If we trick that kid out there......"

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"Zifeng, I'm sorry, I planned the previous thing, if you want to blame me, how to punish it, whatever you want, I don't have a word. Wu Ziming lowered his head and preached loudly, and Zimo was also pushed aside by Ziming.

"I don't blame you, after all, there is really something I need, I just hope that you will not do such a thing in the future, otherwise I will not spare you. Zifeng was a little resentful, looking at Wu Ziming with a complicated face, since he was a child, he couldn't cultivate because of physical reasons, he was ridiculed by Ziming countless times, Zifeng hated, complained, and had no choice, but he never gave in, even if he was beaten by Ziming again and again, he never took it soft.

Zifeng had already thought about the last time, the whole process of the matter, Ziming's motives, etc., he also knew that Ziming must not be well-intentioned, but he was too excited at the time and did not take precautions, but fortunately, Jiren has his own natural appearance and saves the danger.

Zifeng had long wanted to go back and teach Wu Ziming a lesson, to vent the anger in his heart, but once he returned to Wujiazhuang, Zifeng's heart could no longer be hard in the face of so many relatives, and if he did this, his family would definitely be very sad.

"Let's talk to you, I want you to do your best. Zifeng looked at Ziming, paused, and spoke.

Ziming somewhat understood what Zifeng meant, and it was okay to let himself go, but some things always had to pay something. Ziming didn't say anything, took a deep breath, and prepared to fight, and the surrounding teenagers and girls also stepped aside excitedly, and there were suddenly only two people left on the field.

Wu Haoran didn't open his mouth to stop it, not to mention that he himself highly admired cultivation and couldn't blindly work behind closed doors, and should learn more from people of the same level, so as to gain a deeper understanding of himself;

In the field, Zifeng's hands naturally hung down on his sides, his hair was lightly raised, and his face was indescribably light. Ziming is like a great enemy, but in the middle of the martial arts class, he is one level worse than Zifeng, not to mention that Zifeng can compete with the generals, in the face of such a gap, it is impossible for Ziming not to be nervous.

shouted "Running Thunder Fist", Zi Ming took the lead, and between the spitting of vitality, there was a faint sound of thunder, and the fist seemed to be wrapped in a layer of faint thunder, whistling, and hitting Zifeng's chest. Zifeng's eyes clenched Ziming's fists, his feet remained motionless, and his hands still remained in their original position, ten meters ...... Seven Meters ...... Four meters... The onlookers began to scream, and Wu Xin'er also clung to the corners of her clothes.

There are only two meters left, Ziming's vitality fluctuations have already made Zifeng's clothes flutter, and when the fist shadow just entered the range of his reach, Zifeng's eyes suddenly burst out with a fine light, clenching his fists, condensing momentum, and punching... A set of movements, as fast as lightning, slammed into Ziming's fist. Hearing the sound of "bang", a puff of smoke and dust was set off in the field, Zi Ming staggered back a few steps before stopping, the tiger's mouth was faintly painful, and Zi Feng did not move.

"Wow, Brother Zifeng is so handsome, do you see it, just one punch, if only I had such a powerful punch..."A thin girl shouted.

"You, I think it's better to forget it. The man next to him pursed his lips and laughed. Zifeng saw that Ziming's eyes were dull and his face was pale, and he said to Wu Ziming: "If you can't defeat yourself, you will never want to surpass others." After saying that, Zifeng turned around and left with Zi Yan and the others, leaving Wu Ziming alone in a quiet daze.

"Brother, where are we going? Don't you have to cultivate?" Xin'er said with a smile.

"I'm going to go to the library to have a look, I want to find a knife technique to see if there is a suitable one. Zifeng touched Xin'er's head, looking doting.

"Okay, okay, Xin'er, you don't know, it's fun in the library pavilion, let's go hide and seek inside, okay?" Zifeng listened to Zi Yan's words, and looked speechless, Wujiazhuang is just this wild girl who can go to the library to hide and seek, and it is difficult for others to enter once, but Zi Yan can enter if she wants to, and the second grandfather has no way to take her. As long as she doesn't mess with the things inside, she doesn't care about it, Zifeng glanced at Zi Yan, who was dancing with her hands, with a smile on her face.

From afar, I saw the library pavilion, the library pavilion is at the back of the ancestral hall, there are three floors in total, the appearance is simple and atmospheric, it is the best building in Wujiazhuang. The first floor has two parts, half of which is used to place medicinal herbs, and the other half is used to place the excellent weapons created by the samurai, among which the sword is the most.

The second layer is the exercises and some mental methods, and the levels are all yellow ranks, and the third layer should be the place where the advanced exercises are placed. In addition, at the entrances of the second and third floors, there are also some cultivation experiences to guide the cultivation of juniors. Zifeng had already asked Zi Yan about all this before he came, and since he came, of course he couldn't go home empty-handed.

As soon as Wu Zifeng and his entourage entered the library pavilion, there was a flower in front of them, as if a gust of wind was blowing in front of them, and they saw Wu Hai looking at him with a smile, Zifeng and Xin'er respectfully called 'Second Grandpa', and Zi Yan was yelling to hurry up and go in to play, regardless of Wu Hai's reaction.

"What exercises do you want to pick?" asked Wu Hai kindly to Zifeng, not paying any attention to Zi Yan.

"Second grandfather, I want to find a set of exercises about knife techniques, I don't know if there is one?" Zifeng directly said what he thought in his heart.

"It's not nothing, it's just that it's not a good exercise, you can decide after reading it yourself. Wu Hai said it like a few treasures, and then let Zifeng go and see it casually, if you like it, just pick, this is a privilege that no one in Wujiazhuang has, Wu Feihong wanted to get a set of exercises for Ziming, Wu Hai didn't want to take it out for a long time, it didn't work for a while, and it didn't matter if it was for a while, this was the first time it was so refreshing.

Of course, Zifeng didn't know, so he took it slowly, and looked up from the first floor, the medicinal herbs and weapons just looked at it and quickly jumped over, Zifeng was not very interested in these two. In a blink of an eye, he came to the second floor, and when he saw it, there were three rows of bookshelves, in which dozens of scrolls were displayed, Zifeng did not rush to see the things inside, but carefully looked at a few cultivation experiences on a small shelf at the entrance, most of them were in the realm of martial artists.

Zifeng carefully took out a book to watch, it didn't matter if he looked at it, he knew that the little martial artist was also extremely important, it talked about thick accumulation and thin hair, martial artist is the process of condensing vitality, and the depth of condensing vitality determines the realm of martial arts in the future. Thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, and a solid foundation will make the future progress smoother. Cutting corners, piling up drugs, will one day allow yourself to reap the consequences in the years to come.

Seeing this, Zifeng's eyes were cautious, upgrading was really important, but he couldn't dig his own grave. The book also mentions some wonderful uses of vitality, how to generate the maximum power of vitality when it is consumed at the minimum, and Zifeng has benefited a lot. After briefly skimming through the other books, the content in them is much the same, except for the different signs when it comes to promotion.

After reading it, when Zifeng moved his gaze to the scrolls on the bookshelf, some light suddenly appeared in front of him, and each scroll seemed to be emitting a light that seemed to be nothing, strong and weak. Zi Feng paid attention to it, the stronger light was mostly the Yellow Rank high-level exercises, and the dim, even lightless ones were the Yellow Rank low-level exercises, Zi Feng didn't feel strange, could this be the function of the scroll itself, Zi Feng didn't know how to understand this situation, and even his subconscious meaning was telling himself which one was more suitable for him.

Zifeng looked at the dozen or so volumes of Yellow Rank Advanced Exercises in front of him, and he was not in a hurry to choose and cultivate, he clearly remembered what Fu Lao said, there are not many exercises in the essence, no matter how many exercises there are, if you don't dig deeper, in the end it will just be a tiger and a snake tail, just a bluff. His eyes swept over these exercises, among them: Mianshui Palm, Big Split Mountain Fist, Benlei Fist, Gravel Fist, etc., Zifeng was not moved by it at all.

After looking through it, there was no knife technique, Zifeng shook his head and came to the third floor. As soon as he reached the third floor, the whole line of sight was empty, there was only one bookshelf in the middle of the floor, and Wu Hai was sitting on the ground in the corner of the room, and when he saw Zifeng coming, he nodded, so he didn't intervene. Zifeng came directly to the bookshelf, and Zifeng didn't want to know the cultivation experience above the martial artist too early, and his own path should still be explored by himself.

There are not many scrolls on the bookshelf, but in Zifeng's eyes, the light it emits is much more dazzling than those scrolls on the second floor, 'Huh' Zifeng let out a light sigh, he found that in the lower right corner of the bookshelf, there was a set of scrolls lying quietly in an unnoticeable place, the scrolls flickered and flickered, when it was dark, there was no trace of light, but when it was bright, it covered all the scrolls on the bookshelf, and the light stone was so dazzling.

Zifeng couldn't hold back his doubts, opened the scroll, the scroll had no name, and a smell of vicissitudes came to his face, and the exercises in it seemed to be only half, incomplete, and he couldn't help but be dumbfounded. I wanted to put it down, but I suddenly felt so sad in my heart, my hand was hanging in the air but I was reluctant to put it down, and after a stalemate for a long time, Zifeng hesitated and came to Wu Hai......

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