Wang Yi, who had served in the military camp of the Ming Dynasty, naturally came into contact with these two knife techniques, namely Tang Shunzhi's knife technique and Cheng Zongyu's knife technique. Although he was only a mere soldier and could not fully grasp the essence of it, General Huangfu Yan never slacked off in the training of his soldiers, and Wang Tiantian was intelligent, so he had considerable confidence in his sword skills. However, the battle of Chenjiazhuang completely shattered his self-confidence. Here, he not only saw his unheard of knife technique, but also almost died in the hands of the ghost-headed knife that he thought was useless.

Wang Yi knew that martial arts was a world far beyond his imagination. In this world, the fact that Zeng Guoying, who once knocked him to the ground with one punch, is not even a third-rate, which still makes him difficult to let go.

Wang Yi frantically waved the knife in his hand, constantly thinking. For a while, Zeng Guoying's hand, which only had four fingers, seemed to be constantly approaching him from all around. Wang Yi unconsciously imitated the mad dog Lu Jia's knife technique, and kept slashing at those hands he imagined.

Suddenly, there was a ding, and a wave of pain hit. The king must have looked at it, and it turned out that the knife had slashed at the rock, split in two, and floated in the air. This knife was a steel knife bought by Wang Yi for two taels of silver, and he thought that the quality was very good, but he didn't expect it to be cut in half so easily. He squinted his eyes at the tip of the knife, which emitted a dazzling glow in the sunlight, shining into Wang Yi's eyes.

Wang Yi closed his eyes and opened them again. The broken blade had already fallen to the ground, and Wang Yi was also so flashed by the light of the knife that he kept blinking and shedding tears. At this moment, a figure appeared in front of him, and this figure also radiated a dazzling light. Wang Yiyi took a few steps back, but the figure stood still and did not move. Wang Yi covered the sun with his hand, and then he saw that the person in front of him who was looking at him with squinted eyes was Hu Lian's little brother.

"This light is ......?" It turned out that this light came from the knife in the hands of Hu Lian's younger brother. However, what surprised Wang Yi even more was that this knife was actually the knife he left in Chenjiazhuang at that time. Junior Brother Hu Lian stretched out his hand and handed the knife to Wang Yi. Wang Yi was stunned and asked.

"How can this be ......?" Brother Hu Lian didn't answer, and waved his hand to signal him to take it back quickly. Wang Yixian stretched out his hands and took the knife, but he still couldn't stop being surprised. Little Brother Hu Lian didn't make a sound, but his eyes motioned for Wang Yi to take the knife, and Wang Yi hurriedly stretched out his hands and took the knife.

"Did you get the knife back?" said Hu Lian, who remained silent. With his hands in his pockets, he turned around and walked slowly to a tree not far away, and sat down as if he were napping. Wang Yi looked down at the knife in his hand, although it was without a scabbard, it was indeed the knife he got in Nanban. The knife he lost in Chenjiazhuang was returned to his hands through Hu Lian's younger brother, who else could have such ability except for Master Sun? Wang Yi closed his eyes, fell into deep thought, and slowly opened his eyes again. He adjusted his breathing, slowly raised his knife, held his breath again, and slashed hard at the rock he had just had. Ka-!

With a loud bang, the rock was split in half with a single sword.

Wang Yi looked at Hu Lian's little brother and secretly made up his mind to accept Sun Fuzi's help. The enemy is strong and I am weak, and only by humbly accepting help can he have a slight chance of winning. After all, compared to his sister, who is still suffering at the hands of bandits, what is his little self-esteem?

Wang Yi walked towards Hu Lian's little brother, and Hu Lian's little brother also stood up and looked at Wang Yi quietly. However, the most surprising thing for Wang Yi was that Hu Lian's little brother actually spoke. "Good knife technique!" Wang Yi was puzzled for a moment when he said this, and tilted his head to express his doubts. The knife is a good knife, but this knife technique is far from it. As if he saw Wang Yi's confusion, Junior Brother Hu Lian explained: "The knife technique does not need to be gorgeous, as long as it can hit the target, it is a good knife technique." This seems reasonable, but it always feels far-fetched. However, Wang Yi didn't care to ask so much. He clenched his fists and said respectfully.

"Please ask Brother Hu Lian to convey on his behalf, I want to see Master Sun in the future, and I hope he can take the time to come over. As soon as the words fell, a strong light flashed in Hu Lian's eyes, which was enough to make those who saw it frightened.

Wang Yi knew that his words must have angered Hu Lian's younger brother. After all, he was only a village man, so what qualifications did he have to call for Master Sun? However, he also knew that Master Sun would definitely come. He clenched his fists again and said.

"Then there's work. With that, he turned and left. Little Brother Hu Lian looked at his distant back and disappeared into the woods in an instant.

Three.

Autumn in Shandong is short, the sun is strong, but it is not warm at all. Therefore, in autumn, the well-fed and well-fed old people move out of the benches and sit in the alley in front of their homes to bask in the sun.

However, the poisonous beggar Ximenjing is not an ordinary old man. Moreover, he does not like to bask in the sun. He found a cave behind the hut built by the king, and studied his poison in it day and night. In this regard, Liu Mazi breathed a sigh of relief. The strange old man who spends his days with poisonous snakes, toads, and spiders, of course, the farther away from him, the better. Therefore, Ximen Jing's cave courtyard was cold, and he himself was happy. Until one day, Wang Yi came to visit him, breaking his quiet life.

The entrance to the cave where Ximen Jing is located is very small, and can only allow one person to crawl through. He poked his head out of the hole and smiled in disgust.

"I knew you'd come, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly. Haha, since you're here, come in!" and he disappeared into the hole. At this time, Wang Yi remembered Liu Mazi's words, hesitated for a moment, and still leaned over and climbed in from the entrance of the cave.

"Be careful, don't hurt my baby!"

"Baby?"

Wang Yi tilted his head in confusion, but then understood what Ximen Jing meant. He looked around and saw that the walls were crawling with black, unidentified objects. Wang Yi barely recognized these unknown objects as spiders by the faint light shining through the entrance of the cave, and he was so frightened that he turned around and wanted to escape. Not only that, as soon as Wang Yi entered the entrance of the cave, he smelled a pungent fishy smell. Wang Yi, who had smelled this smell countless times in Nanban, knew that it was the smell of poisonous snakes.

At this time, Ximen Jing suddenly grabbed Wang Yi's hand and leaned his face over.

"Hehe, don't be afraid, come in. Don't worry, these treasures of mine can't hurt you, on the contrary, if they bite you, you will not be far from death, and you are a hundred times more poisonous than them. ”

Ximen Jing's words, Wang Yi has always been skeptical. When he said that he was a poisonous man, he had never heard of it, and he never thought that he would become a poisonous person. In Nanban, he had heard of people who had been poisoned and had been taking the same kind of poison to prolong their lives. He believes that this is also the case with him now. Therefore, Wang Yi's trip had two purposes.

The first purpose, as Ximen Jing expected, was to learn poison skills. Wang Yi followed Ximen Jing's instructions, sat down on the cushion, and began to luck. This is the basis for learning poison gong.

Ximen Jing said to Wang Yi.

"In addition to being the elder of the Beggar Gang, I am also the head of the Poison King Hall. ”

"The Poison King Hall is a sect that has inherited a long history since the time when the Taigu Shennong clan was still alive. You should also know about Shennong's. In order to distinguish which grasses are beneficial to the body and which are poisonous to the human body, this person has tasted countless kinds of wild grasses himself, and has since been respected by the world as the ancestor of medicine. However, there is one thing that has been overlooked. What does it mean to taste countless kinds of wild grasses to distinguish what is good for the body? On the other hand, can it be said that it can be said that it distinguishes what is poisonous to the body? Therefore, the Shennong clan is not only the ancestor of medical skills, but also the ancestor of our Poison King Hall. Would love to say that, but ......!"

"Poison King Hall was established in the era of the Shennong clan and has a long history. As we all know, Shennong's family tasted all kinds of herbs, distinguished poisonous weeds and beneficial weeds, and was regarded as the originator of medical skills. However, one thing is overlooked. Since he can know which grasses are beneficial to the human body, he naturally knows which grasses are poisonous. Therefore, he is not only the originator of medical skills, but also the ancestor of our Poison King Hall. Although I'd love to say that......!"

Ximen Jing paused, looking at Wang Yi with a weird smile.

"But that's not the case. Hahaha!"

Ximen Jing's words, Wang Yi didn't find it funny, but he himself laughed for a long time before he stopped and continued.

"Actually, the name Poison King Hall was given by the old man, and of course I am the originator of the mountain. However, after all, the old man's reputation is not enough, and he is afraid that he will be made fun of by the world if he spreads it, so he moved out of the Shennong clan, how about it?"

Speaking of this, Ximen Jing looked at Wang Yi with expectant eyes. Unexpectedly, Wang Yi not only did not admire, but also had no interest in what he said. Wang Yi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, felt very uncomfortable now. This is a very difficult move and involves crossing your legs until the soles of your feet are completely upward. Wang Yi broke his feet with his hands and finally managed to pose this pose, but after a long time, he had a sore back and felt like he was on pins and needles. Wang Yi couldn't help but ask.

"A dignified sect, how can you be so childish to Master Zu?"

"Why shouldn't this?" Ximen Jing's eyes widened, glaring at Wang Yi angrily, and said.

"Do you know who the ancestor of the beggar gang is?

What kind of person Li Tiegui is, how could Wang Yi not know? Among the people, he is one of the Eight Taoist Immortals on a par with Guan Gong and Yue Fei. His surname is Li, and he has a crutch all the year round, so he is named Li Tiegui. According to legend, Li Tiegui once had an out-of-body soul and went to Heaven to find the Heavenly Monarch. As a result, when he returned, he found that his disciples thought he was dead and buried his body. Therefore, he had to borrow the corpse to return to the world. Unexpectedly, the corpse he was looking for was a lame beggar, and he could only continue to live as a beggar. And the ancestor of the beggar gang said that it also came from this.

"Not only that, do you know who the ancestor of the beggar gang is? He is the famous Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang. In the ancestral pavilion of the chief helmsman of the beggar gang, the spiritual positions of Li Tiegui and Emperor Hongwu are side by side. "Emperor Hongwu said that it has been in the beggar gang for a long time. According to legend, Zhu Yuanzhang was a monk in his early years, but later because he killed a high-ranking Mongolian official, he left the country and became a beggar. And when he begs, he will hang two cow bones around his neck, and everywhere he goes, there will be a sound of cow bones colliding. Hearing this voice, someone will come to greet Zhu Yuanzhang and treat him warmly at home. Until now, the beggars of the beggar gang would hang two bones around their necks when begging, and while striking, they would sing the song of mercy (a song sung while begging). Ximen Jing believes that all sects, like the beggars, will use myths and legends to beautify their ancestors.

At this time, Wang Yi was no longer willing to talk to Ximen Jing. In his opinion, Ximenjing's words are just self-comfort, and it doesn't matter if they are true or false. So he went with him. Compared with this, Wang Yi was even more curious about why Ximen Jing suddenly told him about this. Before the king could speak, Ximen Jing blushed and ordered, "You stand up and salute me!"

"Huh?"

As long as you are willing to worship me as a teacher, I will accept you as the head disciple of the Poison King Pavilion. "It turns out that creating your own sect is where Ximen Jing's purpose lies. He also came into contact with poison by chance. When he was young, Ximen Jing was an ordinary beggar. Until one day, he discovers poison, antidote, and a book on poison from a dead man. This was his first step into toxicology. Then, it was decades of study and research that created today's Ximenjing. Now he is one of the best drug masters in the rivers and lakes. Ximen Jing believes that among the rivers and lakes, there will be no more than five people who can compete with him in terms of using drugs. Despite this, he is still a poor man in life. He was born a beggar, and he was withdrawn by nature, and with the company of poison all day, no one wanted to approach him. At this time, he met Wang Yi, a poisonous man with a heavy body of poison. Ximen Jing felt that her lifelong wish was finally expected to come true. In this world, I am afraid there is no one more suitable to be his disciple than Wang Yi.

Ximen Jing looked at Wang Yi expectantly, Wang Yi didn't speak, and fell to his knees with a plop and kowtowed to Ximen Jing. The cave was so narrow that it couldn't be a big gift at all, but Ximen Jing didn't care. After Wang and his entourage saluted more than a dozen times, Ximen Jing finally couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart and said.

"This sect is just getting started, but don't underestimate it. Since ancient times, there has been no master who cannot be subdued by poison. As long as you can master the method of using poison, you will not only be able to defeat one enemy to a hundred, but even if you want to take the rank of general in a million army, it is not a problem at all. The world-famous blood unicorn also relied on this poisonous skill and secret weapon to ascend to the throne of the first place in the world. Although the old man has no attainments in secret weapons, in terms of poison skills, I am confident that I will not lose to Sichuan Tangmen. Ximen Jing suddenly lowered her voice and muttered.

"It stands to reason that you are not a disciple of the Beggar Gang, and you are not qualified to learn the martial arts of the Beggar Gang. But the teacher decided to hide from the beggars and help those old puppets and secretly teach you a few tricks, I believe it will help you. Wang Yi didn't know how taboo it was to privately pass on the martial arts of his own gang in the rivers and lakes, and he didn't know what it meant to join a sect, so he didn't look surprised, just looked at Ximen Jing silently. He worshipped Simon Jing as his teacher, and he had only one purpose. Since poison martial arts are also a type of martial arts, it is not a bad thing to learn it. Moreover, for Wang Yi, who has no idea about the rules of the rivers and lakes, martial arts is naturally the more he learns, the better.

However, Ximen Jing is well aware of this. He was willing to break this rule for Wang Yi, obviously with a lot of determination. He coughed lightly, took a step back, sat down, and said.

"Ahem...... Then let's start practicing! Sit down cross-legged and read along with me!"

Ximen Jing closed his eyes slightly and read softly.

There are no marks in the mirror.

Craftsmen have created delicate textures.

The green dragon and the white tiger formed to ward off evil spirits.

Suzaku and Xuanwu started to tune.

Immortals don't know how old they are.

Drinking Yuquan and eating jujubes.

Wang Yi read it again and asked.

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know. ”

"Huh?"

"It's all in the book, just do it, don't ask so much. Remember, before luck, be sure to read it first. ”

"Is this a rule in the book, or is it a ......?"

"It's my rule. What's next......?"

Ximen Jing prevaricated a few words, and then changed the topic. This is a passage recorded on the title page of the book, and for decades, Ximen Jing has only read it with his heart, and it is not only mysterious, so he cannot answer Wang Yi's question.

"Now start luck. Luck is not the same as breathing, it is not simply inhaling and exhaling. Through luck, it is necessary to calm the six roots (the six temptations of the human world), to penetrate the eight senses (the eight cognitive effects), to empty the five temperatures (the root of suffering), and to comprehend the three elements (heaven, earth and man). The first step of luck is to feel the operation of qi in the body, to reach the state of selflessness, and to enter the state of non-action. Remember to exhale with your lips closed, your tongue on your stomach, and the numbers in your mind. ”

This is the secret of Ximen Jing's original mental method of refining the true treasure of the Nine Golden Pills created by Ximen Jing by combining book knowledge and his own experience. Gradually, Wang Yi entered the realm of selflessness, and Ximen Jing's voice slowly blurred until it disappeared completely. The cave suddenly became extremely quiet.

For a month, Liu Mazi disappeared completely without knowing where he went. This allowed Wang Yi and Ximen Jing to concentrate on cultivation without distractions. In fact, Wang Yi has always been ignorant of poison, and if he can, he would like to systematically learn the nature and usage of various poisons. This is also the second purpose for him to come to Ximenjing. In this cultivation, Wang Yi successfully achieved this goal, but the cultivation of poison skills was at a loss. "Weird, this can't be......!"

Ximen Jing shook his head suspiciously. According to his calculations, Wang Yi should have been reborn a long time ago, and his luck was free. And this month's training should also allow his internal strength to reach the level of several years of cultivation. However, Wang Yi in front of him, his internal strength is still minimal.

"It's no different from a beginner!"

Ximen Jing looked at Wang Yi, who was lucky, and muttered in a low voice.

"He's a beginner. ”

At this time, Liu Mazi poked his head into the hole and replied.