Sect Master Xie was extremely unhappy that Wang Yuanbao was like a mud leg entering the Jinluan Palace, and said helplessly: "Since you are so unproductive, wait a while, I will help you get his boxing book." ”

Wang Yuanbao heard the words and said: "I don't want eunuch things!"

Sect Master Xie sneered and said, "I don't know the goods." ”

The punch of the old man in Huajia came violently, condensing a body of martial arts fist intent, even if the Jindan realm received this punch, the golden body also had to collapse, and there was no hope of being among the upper five realms.

Sect Master Xie pulled out the flying sword yellow flower behind his back and said lightly: "Sword go." ”

The flying sword broke through the air, like a silver-white lightning, shooting towards the head of the old man in the armor.

At the moment of lightning, the old man in the sixtieth armor sneered, and smashed his fist into the oncoming flying sword, and the fist blessed by the fist of the fist and martial arts collided with the flying sword, but there was no imaginary loud noise. On the contrary, as if the ice and snow were melting, the flying sword passed through the fist of the old man in the armor and calmly came out from the back of his head.

The old man in the sixtieth armor saw his brain and blood flowing out of the ancestral aperture of the eyebrows, and the Yin God that had already taken shape was shattered under the sword light.

The flying sword Huang Hua flew back gracefully, and there was an old book on the tip of the sword, and Sect Master Xie casually threw it to Wang Yuanbao, who had just come to his senses.

Wang Yuanbao subconsciously took the book and said, "I don't want eunuchs." ”

Sect Master Xie stretched out his hand and gave Wang Yuanbao a burst of chestnuts, and said angrily: "The little bald donkey who doesn't know the goods, a eunuch from a soldier's holy land, can he be an ordinary eunuch?

Wang Yuanbao rubbed the place that had been knocked by Sect Master Xie and muttered, "Is it really that good?"

"If you don't want it, throw it away!"

"I didn't say I didn't want to. ”

Tongcheng Mansion is estimated to be in chaos, and the chief manager of the Southern Town of the Great Yan Dynasty died in the Tongcheng wine shop, and the government and the opposition will naturally be shaken, and Grandmaster Xie doesn't want to make trouble for himself.

The street of the wine shop was deserted, only dozens of corpses and three red-maned horses kept snorting, Wang Yuanbao suddenly felt sick to his stomach, and finally couldn't hold back and vomited.

The corpses like blood gourds, as well as the old guests in the rivers and lakes who were sucked dry by the old man in the sixtieth century, the perception that came into the eyes was by no means a good thing, at least Wang Yuanbao would not eat meat again in the past few months.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" Wang Yuanbao endured the desire to vomit, and recited a few words of the Buddha's name in the same way as the old abbot Gu Liangchan when he did the transcendent rituals, after all, it was pitiful enough to die in vain.

Only the strong can survive, and the weak will only become a stepping stone for the former if they are compassionate.

But what about the monks who claim to be immortals on the mountain?

The ordinary people in the rivers and lakes in the world below the mountain compete for fame and fortune, while the monks on the mountain compete for luck and incense.

The great dynasties of all continents, who does not have the power of the sons and hundreds of saints behind them, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, this sentence is also very applicable among monks.

"Humph!"

After Wang Yuanbao followed the sloppy Divine Monarch Sect Master Xie, his face was pale, and his nose was full of blood, and it was estimated that his heart was hit.

Grandmaster Xie smiled and said unkindly: "How does it feel to walk the rivers and lakes? This is much more exciting than what is written in the playbook, and after two days of walking, the sauced beef of the Stone Country in front of you is a must......

"Vomit ......"

Sect Master Xie laughed, his heart was extremely comfortable, and he said that he was debt-free and light, but it was true, he had been calculated by the old cow's nose and the old thief for so long, and he finally made himself feel refreshed.

"Hahaha, go to the clothes after the incident, hide your merit and fame!"

Wang Yuanbao wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, looked at Sect Master Xie's extremely arrogant steps, and said hatefully: "Drink the strongest wine, love the most beautiful people, promise Master, you can't give up because of this little setback!!

"Vomit ......"

But the feeling of blood, lingering.

The martial artist of the Seven Realms guarded by Yunzhou State had long sensed the battle in the wine shop in Tongcheng City, but he was silently watching from the wall, the old man in Huajia was a eunuch who had just ascended to the throne of power, moody, and even the women and children of Zuo Shilang, who was dedicated to resigning for the country in the court, did not let go of the whole family, all of them were tortured and killed, and he was happy to see this eunuch die.

But there will definitely be people in the court who come down to make a false accusation, after all, it is a dynasty of authority, and there is a military temple behind it, and this matter is not easy to solve.

People are sophisticated, interests are intertwined, and it is another situation.

The two rivers and lakes are extinguished, the happiness and enmity on the surface, and the sophistication of people in the secret, these truths are all the dirtiness of the saints of the hundred schools of thought.

Grandmaster Xie doesn't care about wiping his buttocks, in a word, he doesn't care about killing or burying it.

Li Qiufeng, the big shopkeeper of Tongcheng Liquor Shop, is indeed a bad breed without eggs, his wife and children died tragically in front of him, and he didn't dare to come out, not to mention that no matter how good the foundation is, he can only stop at the three realms of ordinary martial arts, Grandmaster Xie snorted coldly, stripping him of his martial arts.

The beautiful spring scenery outside the city is unknown to the mediocre people in the city, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the paper kite puts a long line, flying across the volley, wanting to find the long-lost freedom, how can there be a line to lead, not free.

A teenager is busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites.

Wang Yuanbao looked at it from afar, but he didn't envy it at all, he was a young man with a river and lake in his heart, how could he envy such an ordinary thing as putting paper kites!

But his gaze still drifted over without compromise.

Suddenly, a spring breeze blew, the paper kite line broke, and the bond was broken, and the paper kite became a flying sky, free, but it attracted the boy who released the paper kite, and exclaimed.

Wang Yuanbao suddenly remembered a sentence that the abbot old monk chanted when he was asleep: "If you don't climb to the top of the green mountain, there is also a spring breeze." ”

......

Yun Zhouguo to Longchang Town, there is still half a month of travel, Grandmaster Xie is deliberate, the speed of walking is much slower, but the spring in March is still early, Shaoguang is faint, and the germination scenery along the way is also quite elegant.

Wang Yuanbao took advantage of the time to rest, but the Grandmaster Xie snatched the boxing book to show a seven, seven, eighty, eight, the name of the boxing book is domineering, called "regret Ding boxing", the boxing book is not thick, thin more than 100 pages, telling the story of the reason for the establishment of the boxing book, which occupies dozens of pages.

The beginning of the chatter talked a lot, saying that the ancestor of the boxing spectrum is because he watched a continent to suppress the luck of the tripod after a great understanding, took the true meaning of the tripod to create, the fist is fierce and unrestrained, the fist will is unbridled, there are thousands of troops and horses, the supreme can regret the world tripod.

Grandmaster Xie scoffed at the statement of the boxing book, the soldiers are all some blowing guys, if this "Regret Ding Fist" is really as strong as he said, the old eunuch who forcibly landed in the Seven Realms will not have stopped at the Five Realms for many years.

But Wang Yuanbao was fascinated by reading, and there were only four styles in "Regret Ding Boxing": "Ten Thousand Horses Running Trough Style", "Jiangchao Drum Style", "Five Thousand Yue Style", "Overlord Regret Ding Style".

Ordinary martial arts is the ultimate of ordinary martial arts, martial arts is to seek fame and fortune, but ordinary martial arts is the avenue of eternal life.

But in essence, it is still the same way, and it is nothing more than refining the muscles and bones, boiling the body, and the introduction of ordinary martial arts is nothing more than practicing boxing and starting momentum, staking down the fist frame, from the outside to the inside, refining the essence of the essence of the heroic soul, and then embarking on the road of immortality.

The four boxing frames in "Regret Ding Boxing" are not difficult, but anyone who walks the martial arts of ordinary people is a water mill kung fu, and only the first type of "Ten Thousand Horses Running Trough Style" wants to be small, and it is enough to practice tens of thousands of punches.

Wang Yuanbao carefully pondered the first style of "Regret Ding Boxing", and the appearance of reading seriously under the swaying sun is really good.

No wonder the old cow's nose always said that "there are poems and books in the belly, it is difficult and elegant" sour and rotten sentences, and the old Xiucai took his two apprentices who were not successful, and the grass grew and the warbler flew down, on the shore of the willows that sprouted at the beginning of the sprouts, reading the sages' dawn wind and waning moon, on the shore side, Lao Xiucai said that fishing was for self-cultivation, but in fact, he was greedy.

It seems that at that time, Lao Niubi didn't care about him, and the wine he stole was all Lao Xiucai's.

Now it's okay, Lao Xiucai beat himself, Sect Master Xie still remembers, there is a martial arts disciple, just wait for a headache!

Sect Master Xie laughed unkindly when he thought of this.

"Bullnose is stupid to drink, right? You can't learn from him in the future, you have to drink less!"

Wang Yuanbao looked at the sloppy Divine Monarch Sect Master Xie who couldn't help laughing uncontrollably, and said secretly.

The soldiers on the border of Yunzhou State are mostly cavalry, and there are many horses, coupled with the prosperity of the Yunzhou Kingdom, there has been no war on the border for a long time, and the armament has not galloped, and there is a lot of surplus of war horses in the horse farm, and most of the merchants and travelers who cross the border are buying horses at the border guards.

Wang Yuanbao looked at the merchant who was galloping away on horseback and said, "Why don't you buy a horse, isn't this faster than walking?"

Sect Master Xie gave him a burst of chestnuts and said in a muffled voice, "You give money?"

Walking thousands of miles, a penny is difficult for a hero.

In fact, there are hundreds of Yunling money in the bag in Grandmaster Xie's arms, and when it is placed in Yunzhou Kingdom, a hundred years of tax income, real money and silver, can be worth a Yunling money, which can be used to buy horses.