After reading the information in the jade plate, he sat cross-legged at the head of the bed alone, constantly exhaling his luck, resisting the rumbling stomach, and he was tired for a while.

After a while, the footsteps outside the door sounded, and someone tinkled the beast ring in front of the door three times, two long and one short.

Zhao Qinmao got up and opened the door a thin crack, and standing in front of the door was the novice monk of Pilu Temple, holding a nest of plain steamed buns in his hand.

"Zhao Qin, the master asked me to bring you food. ”

The fingering monk put one hand to his mouth, like a megaphone, and whispered into the room.

Zhao Qin was about to reach out to open the door, but he saw the shadow behind the robe, fat and heavy, it was definitely not what it looked like usual.

Zhifa opened his throat and shouted twice, the room was quiet, and there was a shadow somewhere.

"Amitabha, this donor, you see, Zhao Shizhu is not at home, I, can I go?"

Zhifa's whole body trembled, and although his face was furrowed, there was still a trace of crying.

At this time, Zhao Qin had already climbed through the dog hole, squatted on a pine tree in front of the bamboo forest, and looked at a bulging man, standing at the door with Zhifa.

"Hmph, it's really boring, this kid is not fooled. ”

He pushed Zhifa away, shook off his hand and left.

"You still don't want to eat steamed buns?"

Zhao Qin squatted on the branch, and suddenly a giggling sound came from his ears, and he couldn't help but feel numb and jumped up.

The man in the darkness also screamed and jumped.

"Shhhh You see."

Only then did Zhao Qin turn around and see the old woman snatching her books during the day, holding a wooden stake in her arms, her face full of love.

The pleats of the floral skirt are covered in sludge and exude a dizzying atmosphere.

"Haha, what's the fun here?"

The two of them were stunned, and the third mud bodhisattva had already jumped onto the pine tree.

"Haha, you kid, it turned out that I had a tryst with someone here, no wonder I asked that monk to find you, and you were silent!"

Zhao Qin snorted coldly and jumped down under the tree.

Behind him, he heard two loud slaps, and the mud bodhisattva screamed, covered his face and jumped off the tree.

"Don't scream, it'll scare my baby. ”

The old woman in the flower skirt gently patted the stump in her arms, sang a long and mournful tune, and flew away into the distance.

The third mud bodhisattva looked at Zhao Qin blankly, turned around angrily and walked away.

Repeatedly deflated in Zhao Qin's hands, he felt very angry.

This time, he was innocently slapped twice by the old woman, but he was no match for others at all, so he had to think that he was unlucky.

The selection of talents in the Holy Land was hereditary at the earliest.

The so-called hereditary means that the children of the elders or deacons in the sect directly enter the holy land.

Later, many holy places were decayed, and they had to be selected from the areas under their management to send disciples from outside sects, or from affiliated forces.

The qualifications of the disciples are divided into three levels, and each class is divided into upper, middle and lower levels, which is called the spiritual root test.

According to this standard, the clans in various places, the royal families of the secular society, the families, and the hidden families can all participate in the screening of talents in the Holy Land.

It's just that this inspection also includes the use of huge resources to purchase places, send disciples to recommend and assess, etc., which is called "variegated" by the people of the Holy Land.

Variegated color is the lowest level of selection, so the more people involved, the fewer opportunities there are.

The screening that Zhao Qin participated in was a variegated selection.

The third mud bodhisattva felt that it was because of the variegated selection he was responsible for and was played by the contestants, so he went and returned, wanting to turn the situation back.

Zhifa saw that the strange man had walked away, so he walked over with a large bag of steamed buns.

"Zhao Qin, are you really going to participate in the Holy Land selection?"

"Who did you listen to?!"

"This weirdo, he told me to go too. If I want you to go, I'll go. If you don't go, I won't go. ”

Zhao Qin looked at Zhifa and sighed. He really can't make decisions about his own affairs.

"I don't know if my grandfather will agree!"

Zhao Qin grabbed his head and was about to bite it down, when the wisdom law rolled his eyes and glared at Zhao Qin.

Zhao Qin took down the steamed bun in his mouth again, took it into Zhifa's arms, and sneered.

The mud bodhisattva in the distance sighed and shook his head. Got up and really left.

At most, one and a half steamed buns are stolen from the temple each time, how can it be a big bag.

Zhao Qin stretched out his hand to change the steamed bun, and swallowed it three times and five divided by two.

The stomach gradually stopped being hungry, and the two stood and talked for a while, and Zhao Qin turned back to the house to sleep.

"It's really good, the heart and talent are good, I didn't expect to meet a good seedling this time!"

"Yes, the Holy Land needs some fresh blood, or it will be even more disadvantageous next. ”

"Tell the third child, stop messing around. ”

The two black shadows walked and talked as they drifted towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Zhao Qin was lying on the bed, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.

In the past few years, I have practiced martial arts by myself, just to avenge my parents and heal my grandfather's arm.

Now that there is such a possibility, he is still very excited in his heart.

I couldn't sleep, and when I got up, I remembered the brocade hidden in the blue blade, so I unfolded it and put it in front of the window and looked at it carefully in the moonlight.

On a palm-sized piece of brocade, walnut-sized figures are drawn, holding knives and spinning and jumping.

On the top is written "Ten Directions God Slash", and a lot of small words are written on one side, telling how to run the breath at each step, how to cooperate with footwork and body method, and so on.

Zhao Qin usually practiced hard by himself according to the book, so he unconsciously began to operate while reading it.

With his empty hands, he began to spin continuously, and when he turned around, there began to be a lot of shadows in the room.

After practicing for two hours, a strong wind was born out of thin air, and the sand and gravel on the earthen wall that was cut fell down.

Zhao Qinyu felt that he was not happy enough, carrying a dark blue scimitar, and in a few vertical leaps, he arrived in the bamboo forest.

Put the sword on a rock and follow the drill.

At the end of the practice, I couldn't do it in one go, and I sat down panting and saw a few small words written on the back.

"If you want to practice the Ten Directions Divine Slash, you need to be proficient in the 'Extraterrestrial Meteor' first!"

Meteors outside the sky, grandpa didn't talk about this kind of knife technique at all, what kind of knife technique is it?

Zhao Qin used "Easy Step" and "The Key to Turning the Palm" to practice the "Ten Directions Divine Slash" to the beginning, but the beginning of the year was absolutely impossible.

The whole knife technique is divided into three steps: draw the knife, cut it, and return the knife!

Zhao Qin wiped the sweat from his forehead, his dark blue scimitar had no scabbard, so he didn't need to draw the knife at all, let alone return the knife.

Then, he pinched his head and removed his tail, and concentrated on continuous slashing.

The so-called ten directions are up and down and gossip, among which the subtlety and profundity of footwork are probably adults who practice martial arts all year round, and it is difficult to appreciate them.

But the strange thing is that this Zhao Qin can understand it at a glance, and he can understand it as soon as he understands it, as if he is helped.

The navy scimitar has no scabbard and is sharp enough to cut through everything.

"I'd like to see if it's my fastness or my light skills!"

Zhao Qinlian's rise, a sword fell in front of him, he shouted lightly, and went to grab the sword spectrum.

Laugh at.

With a soft sound, the stone slab under the brocade broke in half.

Zhao Qin also grabbed more than half of the sword spectrum in his hand.

"Hey, in the end, the knife is half a point faster!"

The brocade flew up, revealing a transparent inner membrane.

Unexpectedly, the brocade turned out to be three layers!

Zhao Qin picked up the brocade, and a layer of water-like transparent inner membrane floated out, as thin as cicada wings, facing the moonlight, there seemed to be countless spots.

Zhao Qin sighed and grabbed the knife in his hand.

When I looked at the moonlight, different words appeared on the front and back, overlapping and intersecting together, and the eyes of those who only looked at it hurt.

With the change of light and shadow looming, Zhao Qin simply sat on the ground, crossed his knife to his knees, and watched carefully.

The dark blue knife reflected the moonlight through the insider, and the handwriting became clear and abnormal.

On one side is a "meteor outside the sky", and on the other side is a "divine sword".

These two moves and the "Ten Directions God Slash" are mutually explanatory, advancing layer by layer.

Zhao Qin looked carefully, and didn't feel that he felt mysterious in his heart, this kind of knife technique is really rare in the world.

I have such an opportunity, and I am really blessed by my parents in the spirit of heaven!

At this time, when I went back to practice "Meteor Outside the Sky", I was already familiar with it, and in less than an hour, I had already practiced to the realm of initial success.

A knife is cut out, like a meteor outside the sky, and there is no trace to be found.

The bamboo forest around him has been destroyed.

Even the mud and sand in the forest are thin and large blades, straight and sharp, which are terrifying!

It took two hours to swing one knife with one breath, and two with one breath.

By ten minutes of dawn, it was just a breath that could swing four knives.

And the speed of the four knives is just the level of the early stage of the Ten Directions Slash!

Zhao Qin practiced the knife score to the fullest, so he simply hid it close to him, and the cat went home to sleep.

When I got home, I realized that my grandfather didn't seem to come back all night!

As soon as I lay down, I heard a commotion outside the door, as if the whole hut was surrounded by water.

"Little rabbit cub, get out of here, what kind of thing are you Zhao Qin, you are in front of Uncle Gesang!"

"Get out, Zhao Qin, if you know each other, call out the jade plaque, knock me three times, and I'll let you die." Otherwise, not to mention taking away the jade plaque, even your head will be twisted off and kicked as a ball!"

A man with a nine-foot iron spear stood in front of the door, his beard like a steel needle, covering the lower half of his head, crossing his hands, pointing to an inconspicuous hut on the side of the street and swearing loudly.

"This Gesang, who is said to be the distant nephew of the deputy city lord, is cruel and domineering, and beats people to cripples every time. ”

"Yes, Zhao Qin, this kid is miserable, an orphan has no power and no power, it's really pitiful to think about!"

"Yes, this Gesang is too pussy, why don't you go to Gongsun Ye for trouble, just pick up Zhao Qin's bullying, waste!"

After a while, there was no movement at all, and Gesang didn't say a word, and he kicked at the courtyard gate, and the entire courtyard gate collapsed.

The courtyard was like a mouth without front teeth, and Gesang rushed into it like a wind.

"Squeak"

With a muffled sound, Zhao Qin pinned a dark blue scimitar to his waist, stretched his waist and leaned against the wall, looking at Gesang with slanted eyes.

"Will you climb out on your own, or will I chop up and call a dog to carry you out!"

He said word by word, his hand downing on the curved hilt, the dark blue hilt!