In general, Wencheng is quite satisfied with this trip to the headquarters. Although Wan Yanting did not agree to his challenge, which made him feel a little regretful, this competition can be at any time, and it doesn't necessarily have to be now.

To be able to gain a position as a substitute for the head of the ministry is enough for the time being.

After putting the money on his waist and tying it, and inviting Nalan Qiuyu to be refused, Wen Cheng hung a long knife and money on his waist on the left and right, and walked towards the Xunwu Hall that he had heard of with both hands behind his back.

The Xunwu Hall is on the right hand side of the main hall in the direction of the gate under the mountain, so you don't need anyone to lead the way, just ask anyone to know.

But Wencheng came to the Xunwu Palace, and was stopped at the door just by looking at the plaque of the Xunwu Palace. In front of the door, there was only a gray coarse cloth shirt, a somewhat whitish old man sitting at the door and pretending to sleep.

This is completely different from what Wencheng imagined, according to his imagination, since this Xunwu Hall is a storage of secret books for the congregation to choose and learn martial arts, it should be a good place, after all, no one will dislike the martial arts they have learned enough.

Just pondered slightly, Wencheng reacted. The others are not like Wencheng who have skill modifiers, and the time they spend cultivating a martial art is usually calculated in years. Even a high-level martial art is enough for a person to practice for a lifetime.

Wencheng is completely self-controlled, he thinks that he can practice a martial art, and he can continue to pile up skill points, and he doesn't care about the cultivation time, so he instinctively thinks that others are the same as him.

However, when ordinary people practice a martial art, what about those who can only achieve something through years of hard work? Not to mention that after cultivating one discipline, they will immediately go to the next one.

The demand has been greatly reduced, and the number of people who naturally come to this Xunwu Hall has also been greatly reduced. Therefore, the despondency of this Xunwu Hall is a matter of course.

"Bang bang. Wen Cheng stepped on a few dead leaves on the stone slab in front of the hall and walked directly over.

The old man heard footsteps, woke up from his false sleep, and looked at him with a slight hesitation. Wencheng hadn't arrived yet, and this person didn't get up or salute, so he spoke, "Yo, newcomer, there hasn't been a newcomer here for some days." ”

Wen Cheng stopped in front of the old man, and saw that his hair was all white, his face was furrowed, his ten fingers were like dry branches, and he was wearing gray and black cloth boots on his feet.

Wen Cheng didn't feel that the old man had any signs of martial arts, but those who could guard the door here in the Xunwu Hall would not be ordinary people.

Since ancient times, the big guy has been out of the library, let alone a library like the Xunwu Palace?

"In the city below, I have admired the name of the Martial Arts Hall for a long time, and I want to come and see it. ”

When the old man heard this, he trembled and stretched out his fingers and knocked a few times on the wooden tabletop, "Show the money first." ”

Wen Cheng took off the money from his waist and put it lightly on the table.

The old man picked up the money and looked at it, his eyes showed a trace of excitement and disappeared, when he raised his head and looked at Wencheng, it was no longer half different from just now, "The twenty-one-year-old acting director, the old slave has been seen for so many years, and it is the first time I have seen it." You still can't go in, though. ”

"The younger generation has not made an inch, so he naturally knows that he will not be able to enter the Xunwu Palace. It's just that I've been admiring it for a long time, and I can't help but come here. Wencheng turned out that the old man returned the money to him, and said casually.

"Even if you still have some self-knowledge, the Xunwu Hall only recognizes merit and does not recognize people. If you want to enter the temple, you should wait until you have accumulated enough merits. The old man saw that Wencheng did not meet the conditions for entering the temple, so he resumed his pretended sleep just now, and depending on the situation, he was going to go to the fugue again. Don't worry at all, someone has forced their way into the Xunwu Palace, or that with him here, no one will be able to break into the Xunwu Palace.

Wencheng's purpose of coming here has not been achieved, how can he be allowed to sleep here?

"I don't know if the old man can tell me some news about the Martial Arts Palace, for example, what kind of martial arts are in the palace, how to redeem them, and so on. ”

When the old man heard this, he slowly opened his eyes and said with a smile: "For the sake of your young age and such strength, I can talk to you, anyway, I rarely have people here on weekdays, and it's nothing to chat with you." ”

Wencheng was overjoyed when he heard this, and tilted his ears, for fear of missing a word.

"There are four floors in the Xunwu Palace, and each floor is placed with a corresponding martial arts cheat. ”

When Wen Cheng heard this, a thought flashed in his heart, but now when he asked a lot, he could only forcibly suppress the thought.

Continue to listen to the old man say: "The first floor is full of some non-mainstream and third-rate external and internal strength cheats. The second floor is much better than the first floor, swordsmanship, knife skills, marksmanship, stick skills, whip skills...... It's all-encompassing, and it's all second-rate exercises, even more than those on the first floor. ”

Wen Cheng nodded, this reason is very simple, it's not that there are not as many third-rate exercises as second-rate, but there are not many third-rate exercises that can be included in the Xunwu Palace. People, if it sounds good, it makes people go to a higher place, and the ugly thing is that people have to look forward to Shu.

Obviously, there are better second-rate or even first-rate exercises, who would pay attention to third-rate exercises? Even if they are holding back, they will spend their merits on third-rate exercises, but they are ready to win second-rate exercises.

Therefore, although there are few third-rate exercises included in this Xunwu Palace, they are all high-quality exercises, so that they can attract people, right?

"And the third floor contains first-class exercises, there are dozens of them, and there are many first-class top exercises. We have nearly 20,000 people up and down the money meeting, and even there are more than a dozen principals, and these exercises can ensure that almost every principal can find a suitable person to cultivate, which is also the biggest foundation for us. ”

After learning about the structure of the Tongqian Club, Wencheng understood that the principal was the backbone of the Tongqian Club, and he was now one of them. Deacons, on the other hand, are very much like reserve forces, belonging to the class that needs to be cultivated in the church. As for the higher vice masters, they all belong to the existence of the party in charge, and they cannot be moved lightly on weekdays.

After the old man finished speaking, he had no intention of continuing.

Wen Cheng's heart moved slightly, and he hesitated and asked, "Then does the Xunwu Hall have any divine will martial arts?"

"Divine Consciousness Martial Arts?" the old man glanced at Wen Cheng without surprise, "This is what Hai Wan's kid told you, right?"

Wen Cheng listened, his expression froze, Cen Haiwan was old enough in Wen Cheng's opinion, but he didn't expect that he was still the younger generation of this old man. And how did he know that he knew that he knew Cen Haiwan? And when Cen Haiwan told him the information of the Divine Consciousness Martial Arts at that time, he didn't set foot in the door of the Tongqian Club, how did this old man know?

So there are no answers to these questions. However, this did not prevent Wencheng from elevating the status of this old man again in his heart and respecting him more and more.

"What is the situation of the Divine Will Martial Arts, even Haiwan's kid doesn't know, do you think you are qualified to know?"

Wen Cheng's heart tightened, knowing that he had asked too much, "The junior is reckless, and I ask the senior to forgive me." ”

It seems that the Divine Consciousness Martial Arts must be the foundation of the Tongqian Club, and the strength he showed is not enough, coupled with the fact that he is a newcomer, others are naturally unwilling to let him get the news.

If you want to get the Divine Will Martial Arts, it seems that you can only get it if you show more strength, get meritorious deeds, and climb to a high position.

In this case, the first step is to sit firmly in the main position. Investigating Hu Si's disappearance is a good opportunity.

After Wencheng confessed, he left straight away without the slightest stop. He knew that there was no point in staying here, even if he knelt down and begged this old man, he would not be able to obtain the Divine Sense Martial Arts.

The old man didn't close his eyes, just watched Wencheng walk out of the Xunwu Hall step by step.

"At the age of twenty-one, he stepped into the top class, what a genius. ”

"Generally, he starts cultivating at the age of twelve or thirteen, which means that he has been cultivating for less than ten years? Even if he has been cultivating for ten years, he is the first person he has ever heard of. ”

"Divine Consciousness Martial Arts?" the old man lowered his head and muttered, his voice was like the sound of mosquitoes, as if he was talking to himself, "If you can have any hope of finding a way, how much Divine Consciousness Martial Arts will have." It's a bunch of old bones, what are you doing with the Divine Consciousness Martial Arts, as long as you can exchange it for a hope, no matter how much Divine Sense Martial Arts you smash, it's worth it. If you are not afraid of not practicing enough, you are afraid that you will not be able to finish it. ”

"Hope, if only this is just a hope. ”

"I hope it can become a reality, and the reality ......"

......

Wencheng woke up from his sleep early the next morning, and just after washing up, he heard the guy in the shop knock on the door.

When I opened the door, I saw a young man, hunched over, standing outside the door.

"What's the matter?"

"Young Master, outside, outside...... You'd better see for yourself. The guy looked frightened and incoherent.

What's going on? Is someone blocking the door?

This Helian City is in good order, Wencheng has been here for so long, and I haven't heard of anyone who can bully the market. In addition, his shop has paid protection money to the Tongqian Society, who can still come to him for trouble?

Carrying the treasure knife, three steps and two steps and two steps, Wencheng came to the door of the shop and stepped out of the door.

"Hello boss. ”

A deafening sound came, and suddenly Wen Cheng almost stumbled.

His shop was really blocked, and two rows of more than a dozen men with big shoulders and round waists stood outside with various weapons. The first person is not only big-shouldered and round-waisted, but also swarthy and scumbag-faced, more like a bandit than a normal person.

No wonder the guy is incoherent, and if he is a little more timid, he will be scared to pee on the spot.

"Who are you?"

"Boss, I am Deacon Qianming, we were all subordinates of Boss Hu before, and now we are your subordinates. ”

When he went out, he was called the boss, and it was like collecting protection money, although Wencheng understood that these people were all money clubs and his subordinates, but he couldn't help but feel dizzy. I grew up under the red flag since I was a child, and I grew up to be a good citizen, but today I was made by this poor Ming as if I had taken a crooked path.

Hmmm? Poor Ming, Poor Life? This name is a bit frank enough. Wencheng carefully looked the poor up and down, and sure enough, he was as poor as his name suggested. Although it is a blue brocade short casual clothes, this brocade clothes look really old, and it has already begun to fade after washing, a piece of cyan and a piece of gray looks like a sick leaf. A simple knife is pinned to the waist, and the edges and corners of the scabbard and handle are sharpened with thick pulp. It's the same with a pair of boots, the originally smooth surface has been ground out of the rough inner leather, which looks yellow, like cowhide.

Poor Ming was a little embarrassed by Wen Cheng's gaze, blushing and involuntarily shrinking his feet back.

Logically speaking, as a deacon of the Tongqian Society, Poor Ming would not be so shabby. Although the affairs of the money club are dangerous, the price is not ordinarily high. Otherwise, when Wencheng first arrived at the Tongqian Club and wanted to join the club, Chen Lao would not have complained, "Obviously, the treatment has been mentioned again and again, and not many people have come."