Although the increase in power is a good thing, Zhao Wu'an can't say that he will be happy about it.

As early as when he was twenty-one years old when he was promoted to the fourth grade, Zhao Wu'an, who was sure of his martial arts talent, planned for the arrival of this day.

On the one hand, it is true to have a solid foundation, but on the other hand, it is also because each person's talent has not yet been fully revealed at this time, so the cultivation speed is incomparably different.

But when it comes to about four or five grades, the growth rate of everyone's skills has an obvious sequence. Like Hu Buxi and Nie Xinglu, although the start was slow, they were reborn like nirvana after crossing the six-grade juncture, and from then on, they rode into the dust and rushed straight to the first grade; Generally speaking, everyone has high or low talents, but even if it is like Su Qinghe, it cannot be said that the talent is not enough, after all, there are still many martial artists who stay in the sixth or seventh grade on the rivers and lakes, and they can reach the realm of the highest three grades, and they are already rare masters.

Compared to Hu Buxi Nie Xinglu, of course Zhao Wu'an can't be regarded as a demon wizard with extraordinary talents, but in fact, he can rely on just one Luo Shen sword technique to improve his internal strength to the three-grade realm recognized by the rivers and lakes, and Zhao Wu'an can also be worthy of the word genius.

As early as Jiuda Temple, Zhao Wu'an knew that before he was thirty years old, he would inevitably climb to the top of the second-grade realm, and there was only a line away from that first-grade wonderland.

However, it is this seemingly simple line that some people have not been able to cross for a lifetime.

Now Zhao Wuan doesn't have to worry about this problem for the time being. The Eight Characters of Body Protection True Qi have just been skimmed, and how to properly handle the qi scheduling between the Six Swords and the Body Protection True Qi still needs to be considered.

In terms of internal strength, his strength is only in the middle of the second grade, and Hu Buxi's sentence is just a cookie-cutter flattery, and he doesn't pay attention to it at all.

The top priority is to find the old gentleman who runs a teahouse in Bianliang. If it weren't for him, Zhao Wu'an's idea of coming all the way and justifying Jialan's name would not have been able to talk about it.

Just the two bowls of Yangchun noodles that Hu Buxi brought back from the alley casually coped with lunch, and rested for a while in the house temporarily rented by Su Qinghe.

When I entered the house, I drove the six swords out of the box, purely on a whim, but I didn't expect to be able to protect my own body, and I don't know if it was a thin edge or two that I had saved for myself after not using this little tea for many years.

The biggest gap between the first and second grades is actually in this three-foot-thick layer of body protection true qi.

In terms of condensing qi outside the body, in fact, one or two grades can be done, but the special thing about the master of the first grade is that this true qi is not distracted by itself, but naturally surrounds the body, like a shadow, inseparable from each other.

Although the set of body protection true qi on Zhao Wu'an's body, which was composed of flying swords, still required his own strength, the moment he first summoned it was indeed spontaneously generated. It only takes a few more flying swords to be balanced and formed to form a body protection true qi comparable to that of a first-grade master, which should be just around the corner.

The next problem to face is how to improve this sea of qi that has already rushed to the bottleneck. The human body is like a jade bottle, and the upper limit of the internal force that can be accumulated varies from person to person, but in this river and lake where the grade is judged by internal strength, there is no vast sea of qi like a tide, and it is really impossible to have a relationship with a product.

When he stepped into the second grade, it was stained with the light of the cold jade bed in Jiuda Temple, if there was no strange encounter like that at that time, it would not be surprising that Zhao Wu'anka was in his current position for ten years.

Fortunately, the deduction in this afternoon was quite smooth, and the moment the six swords of Luo Shen came out of the box, a mellow body protection qi was formed seven feet beside him. Compared with the ordinary three-foot true qi, the range around Zhao Wu'an's body was obviously too large, so the qi was also loose. However, it is not a day's work to integrate and shrink these loose qi engines to three feet to the side.

Zhao Wu'an opened his eyes, approached the sword, and then stretched out the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, gently clamped the poppy, dragged the entire sword, and put it on his left arm. The sharp blade of the sword was close to the flesh, but it was shrouded by a faint layer of qi, and it was not hurt in the slightest.

After all, it is in Bianliang, and the encounter in Daxiangguo Temple in the morning has sounded the alarm, even though Luo Jianqi has been forgotten by the entire rivers and lakes, but in this Bianliang City, there are still many people who recognize the Luo Shen Sword Box. Carrying the Luo Shen Sword Box out of the house is still too risky for Zhao Wu'an now.

After the poppy was placed on her forearm, she stopped moving, and Zhao Wu'an reached out again, and retrieved a magpie treadmill, this time pressing it on her right arm.

Since Nie Junhuai can hide Wangyue in his sleeve, then he can also concoct the same method and hide these six flying swords on himself. As long as his qi is not dispersed, he can maintain the six swords and temporarily abandon the Luo Shen sword box.

The Bodhisattva was quite close to his heart, and the slender Su Mu was placed on his left leg, and then the pulsatilla was placed on his left arm, and the mulberry picking with the most sword intent was hidden behind his neck.

After doing all this, Zhao Wu'an carefully took care of the white robe that Hu Buxi bought from the market, placed the Luo Shen sword box in the innermost part of the hut, and then walked out of the courtyard gate.

Hu Buxi, who was dozing in the courtyard, woke up in an instant: "Boss, are you leaving?"

"Well, watch my sword case. Zhao Wu'an's response was as indifferent as water.

The discharge gate is an alley, and then out of the alley, in front of him is the fourteenth article of Bianliang 16 Heng Street, which is quite a remote area, which is diametrically opposed to the destination of his trip.

Bianliang has a total of 16 horizontal roads and 18 longitudinal roads, the horizontal one is called the street longitudinal one, the big Xiangguo Temple that goes to the morning is in the east of the city with this small courtyard, occupies the width of about three or four streets, and it is also a higher scene in the city. And Zhao Wu'an's next place is the west city, which is much more prosperous than the east of the city.

Bianliang's two famous fireworks places, the Drunken Moon Pavilion and the Incense Workshop, are all distributed in the west of the city, only one street away from each other.

It was inconvenient to transport light power in the city, so Zhao Wu'an wrapped the light air machine around the soles of his feet and walked forward briskly along the 14th Street.

Because the Han family is making a big effort to reopen the Xiongdao Hundred Meeting, there are obviously many more people in Bianliang City today than usual, so the number of Jin Wuwei patrolling the street has also increased. Zhao Wu'an cautiously kept his distance from these people, glancing at the street signs from time to time to make sure that he was not wrong.

For that teahouse, after all, he had never been to it in person, and he actually only had a faint impression. Walking in the bustling Bianliang City, I am really worried that I will be lost in it by accident and do not know where to go.

A city, no matter how big or small, is made up of people. There must be a variety of things in it, and so on. This is especially true in Bianliang.

Fireworks alleys, chickens and dogs, the drunken gold fans and heavy taxes of the Great Song Dynasty coincided in this land of Hanoi as never before. In front of the general's mansion, there are many forbidden troops, the top of the Tianji platform is fighting ink, the dancing girls in the incense shop are shaking their sleeves, and the beggars on the sixteen streets are blocked, all of which tell the majesty and loneliness of this prosperous heavenly capital.

Singing and dancing, children crying endlessly, and beggars along the way are endless.

Zhao Wu'an couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Is this the capital of a country?"

Although there are beggars on the side of the road in the national capital, they have never been like Bianliang, and the sound of singing and dancing and begging is played together, which is really funny.

When passing by a green building with a pink silk signboard, someone on the attic casually scattered a handful of peach petals picked in late spring and landed on the shoulders of pedestrians on the road.

Zhao Wu'an stretched out his hand to brush the petals on his shoulder, and then a bewitching woman's voice sounded above his head: "This guest officer, where are you going in a hurry? Why don't you come and sit in the little girl's building?"

Zhao Wu'an ignored it.

Coincidentally, after walking a few steps through the Qinglou, he arrived at the destination of Zhao Wu'an's trip.

Although he had never been to this teahouse before, when he saw the old yellow and black flag on the side of the street, Zhao Wu'an knew that he had come to the right place.

Different from ordinary teahouses, this teahouse has only one floor, the area is not large, and the business does not seem to be very prosperous, and the erection at the door is not an ordinary move, but just a flag of unknown meaning, hanging high on the top of the flagpole of two zhang and three, embroidered with a jumping unicorn with complex patterns.

Zhao Wu'an, who had never seen that flag, was very familiar with the unicorn on the flag.

At that time, Jialan An Xulie was ordered by the emperor to go to Bianliang, and on the eve of his departure, he showed this unicorn coat of arms to Zhao Wu'an.

"This trip to Bianliang, there will be many tribulations on the way, if you encounter an accident, and you happen to survive, don't forget to find this person when you go to Bianliang. He runs a teahouse in Bianliang, no matter how young he is, as long as you report the name of Jialan Anxulie, you can change his liver and brains. ”

After encountering the Khitan Iron Cavalry, the honor guard of Ye-making was almost wiped out, and Zhao Wu'an was also rescued by Luo Qianxia to the end of his strength, which can be described as a narrow escape. After that, the unrighteous name of Jialan spread throughout the two dynasties, and Zhao Wu'an was also chased and killed by many parties, and had to hide in Jiuda Temple, and he was now in a flash.

More than a decade has passed and the flag is yellow, but it's clear that the man is still here, running this teahouse.

Zhao Wu'an didn't want to know how Jialan An Xulie had contacted the Han people in Bianliang City, nor did he want to know how much foresight and ambition there were.

He believed that Garan Anxulie was not an arrogant and belligerent person, and he also believed that what he had endowed Zhao Wu'an with at the end of his life was a bright hope.

After all, when the Khitan's saber fell, it was the Lord's Galan Anxulie who personally rescued his servants from the blade.

Then, Garan was stabbed in the back, and blood splattered.

At that time, Zhao Wu'an didn't have time to do anything, just looked at the master who got along with him day and night in a daze, reversed his usual posture, and sacrificed his life to block the knife for him.

Zuoye spent tens of thousands of financial resources to cultivate Zhao Wu'an's fake body for Jialan Anxulie, the original intention was to let Zhao Wu'an die for the second prince as a last resort, but the ending was exactly the opposite.

At that time, the second prince of the dying leaves kept repeating a sentence.

"Don't mind. ”

"From now on, you just have to live on your own terms. ”

"You're free. ”

The accident came so suddenly, Zhao Wu'an always suspected that there was some kind of conspiracy hidden in it.

And the man who runs the teahouse here must know something.