After Huang Yaoshi left, the three of them sat quietly for a night, and when it was dawn, they each finished their work. Only then did they exchange their origins, and Zhou Botong learned that both of them had some holidays with Huang Yaoshi, and they were rescued by Guo Jing last night, so they settled down. Guo Jing knew that he was the uncle of Ma Yu and others, and he didn't dare to mess with his seniority, but he couldn't stand the old naughty boy rolling on the ground, so he finally agreed. So the three of them took the soil as incense and became brothers, Zhou Botong was the elder, Ding Yu was the second, and Guo Jing was the last.

After Zhou Botong told the two of them how he was trapped here, he naturally talked about the origin of the "Nine Yin True Scripture", he said that after Wang Chongyang got the "Nine Yin True Scripture", he wanted to burn the scriptures, but then he finally felt unbearable, so he sealed it in the stone box and put it under the stone slab where he meditated. He asked the two, "Guess what, why did he do this, senior brother?"

Guo Jing guessed wrongly, and finally had a flash of inspiration, and said: "That's right! Wang Zhenren must have hidden the scriptures in order to save the heroes of the world, so that they would not kill each other and kill each other!" This remark was exactly what Wang Chongyang intended back then, and Zhou Botong was amazed. At this time, Ding Yu couldn't help but sneer and said, "I have always admired Chongyang Zhenren, but this move makes people disagree. ”

Zhou Botongqi said: "Then what will you do if you get the scriptures?"

Ding Yu replied: "Naturally, after the training, I will find a bookstore, print tens of thousands of copies, and sell them all over the world." In this way, there will be people who will kill each other for the cheats that can be bought casually for two cents of silver?"

Zhou Botong and Guo Jing were stunned, and Guo Jing stammered and asked, "Then, if it is obtained by the wicked, won't it be a great chaos in the world?"

Ding Yu sneered again and asked, "Brother Zhou, Brother Guo Xian, let me ask you, in this world, is it the martial arts masters who kill more people, or the army that kills more people?"

Zhou Botong hurriedly said: "Naturally, the army killed a lot of people." ”

"That's right!" Ding Yu said: "The secret book of martial arts is to the master of martial arts, just like the art of war is to the army. Whether it's a chaotic army or a rogue, if you have a clever art of war, I'm afraid that your ability to bring disaster to the world is far better than that of any martial arts master?"

The two replied in unison, "Of course!"

Ding Yu asked again: "Then among the art of war, "Sun Tzu's Art of War", "Wei Zhenzi's Art of War", and "Sima Law" are all worthy of the word "Gaoming", right? If it is replaced by a martial arts secret book, I am afraid that it will not be inferior to the level of "Nine Yin True Scripture" and "Innate Divine Skill". However, now in the bookstore, three copper plates can buy a copy of "The Art of War", is the world chaotic?"

Zhou Botong and Guo Jing glanced at each other, both speechless. For example, although there is chaos today, it really has little to do with the art of war, and when the Jin State destroyed the Liao, most of them were still foreign barbarians; Temujin did not know a single Chinese character, but he still unified the grassland. Marshal Taiwei of the Great Song Dynasty, which one of them did not memorize the war book backwards, but the battle that should not be won still cannot be won.

Ding Yu continued: "In fact, a master is never something that can be created by a secret book. It's as if Chongyang Zhenren is invincible in the world in martial arts, but his martial arts have been handed down, and in the entire Quanzhen Sect, apart from the eldest brother, who else can be called a super-first-class master? Hong Qigong's eighteen palms of dragon descent are the inheritance of the beggar gang, but tens of thousands of disciples of the entire beggar gang have produced several masters? Shaolin monks have never lacked any secret book exercises, but how many of the top masters in the past dynasties are from Shaolin?

Zhou Botong opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know where to refute it, so he could only open and close and open, like a thirsty fish. Guo Jing was deeply affected by the "Nine Yin True Scripture", and he argued: "The Black Wind Shuangsha is precisely practicing the evil martial arts on the "Nine Yin True Scripture", which can kill many people!"

Ding Yu shook his head and said: "The Black Wind Shuangsha is the proud disciple of the Lord of Huangdao, even if he doesn't practice the "Nine Yin True Scripture", he is also a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, if they want to kill people, how many people can stop them? Not to mention that among the people they kill, there are good people, and there are also many people who are trying to achieve the true scriptures on their bodies, so they are killed instead." If the scriptures were bought all over the streets, would they still die because of it?"

Guo Jing also became a fish.

"Actually," Ding Yu concluded, "whether there is a true scripture or not, there have always been good people and bad people, if the true scriptures can be found everywhere like the Art of War, the good guys and bad guys will become more powerful, but the people who benefit the most are those who can really devote themselves to martial arts, isn't this a very interesting thing?"

Although Guo Jing couldn't say anything about Ding Yu in theory, he decided in his heart that the "Nine Yin True Scripture" was a harmful thing, even if Ding Yu said that he was still unconvinced, so he was a little stubborn on his face. Zhou Botong thought that one day, the rivers and lakes would be full of masters, and he would no longer worry about no one fighting with him, his eyes suddenly lit up, but when he thought that the next volume of scriptures had been lost, he was afraid that it would be difficult to present this prosperous era of martial arts, and he didn't realize that the whole person collapsed again.

Ding Yu looked at the expressions of the two of them like black and white, and couldn't help but laugh, he asked, "Brother Zhou, are you happy and sad for that?"

Zhou Botong slapped his thigh and said: "Second brother, what you said is reasonable! Senior brother does not let Quanzhen practice the true scriptures, although I dare not disobey his orders, but if I can compete with the master who has practiced the "Nine Yin True Scripture", it is really the most beautiful thing in the world!" Thinking of this, his martial arts addiction attacked, and he looked at Ding Yu with a blank eye: "Second brother, I see that you are practicing horizontally, you must be good at martial arts, how have we ever done it?" I have been on the island for fifteen years, and I am looking forward to someone to break up with me every day......

Before he finished his sentence, Ding Yu laughed and said: "Brother, my eldest brother and I can be said to have the same disease, my favorite thing is to fight with the master, big brother be careful!" He jumped up and swept to Zhou Botong's shoulder with a palm.

The old naughty boy was overjoyed, jumped up and greeted him with an empty fist, his fist power and Ding Yu's palm power touched it, and suddenly turned into invisibility, if others did not do it well, they used the wrong force, and fell forward, but Ding Yu urged four forces in a row, and collided with the past one after another, the old naughty boy turned into the first three, and the fourth had to be confronted with internal force. He said in a loud voice, "Interesting! Interesting! What kind of kung fu is this?"

Ding Yu said: "Descending the dragon is like a palm!"

Zhou Botong said happily: "Good palm! Let's come again!" The two talked and laughed in their mouths, and their hands kept coming, and dozens of moves came down, but they were evenly matched.

In fact, if you talk about martial arts cultivation, Ding Yu is still a few points worse than the old naughty boy at this time. However, the old urchin was limited by an oath and was not allowed to leave the cave for half a step, so he could not spread his body, and he rarely fought with people, and he would not use force to oppress people, so that the two could fight so happily. Guo Jing next to him was dizzy and happy, and his face unconsciously showed eagerness to try. The old urchin glanced at it, and was even more happy, and said, "Third brother, you are also here! Let's play the Three Kingdoms melee!"

After all, Guo Jing has a youthful heart, and he joined the battle group with a cheer, and joined forces with Ding Yu to fight the old naughty boy for a while, and attacked Ding Yu side by side with the old naughty boy for a while. The three of them fought hundreds of rounds in one go, and Guo Jing was the first to lose his strength and was blasted out of the battle group by the two. Ding Yu fought happily, and the tricks in his hands became faster and faster, at first he saw his fists and palms, but later he saw a mess, as if thousands of arms were making moves at the same time. Zhou Botong can still deal with it with the empty box, and as Ding Yu's power continues to surge, he can only intercept it with the Sanhua Juding Palm. One is like mercury pouring into the ground, pervasive, and the other is like an iron bucket, not leaking. The more Guo Jing looked, the more frightened he became, seeing that a white mist was gradually rising above the heads of the two, knowing that they had used a lot of real power, he couldn't help but shout: "Two brothers, let's stop fighting!" But his voice was completely muffled by the sound of the two people clashing their hands and feet, and even he almost couldn't hear it, he wanted to go over and separate them, but the fists and feet of the two were too heavy and dense, and he couldn't start at all.

Seeing that the two of them had done the right thing again, Guo Jing couldn't hold it back, thinking that he would separate the two even if he took a few moves, but he heard a "bang" sound, and a rag burst out from the two of them. Zhou Botong took two steps back, and supported the back wall of the cave with one hind leg; Ding Yu flipped over and took two steps back when he landed, and finally stood firm. The two laughed loudly, the clothes on their bodies were rotten, and Zhou Botong laughed and said: "It's really yours, second brother, I still lost two moves for my brother." I saw that there was no trace of him except for the sleeve robe, and a palm-sized piece of cloth was missing from each shoulder, thinking that he was hit by Ding Yu's palm.

Ding Yu shook his head and said: "Big brother, you only defend and don't attack, and the younger brother doesn't win." "He's all in good condition except for his sleeves.