On this day, the carriage traveled to the territory of Songshan, Henan, Zhao Lang was sitting cross-legged, suddenly there was a bell ringing in his ears, reverberating leisurely, the meaning was profound, thought-provoking, Zhao Lang lifted the curtain of the car, only to see a towering mountain appeared in front of him, between the ancient pines and ancient cypresses, a wisp of cooking smoke, rising into the sky.

"Uncle, have you already arrived in Henan?" Zhao Lang thoughtfully, lifted the curtain, and asked the master of the car.

The man who drove the car smiled and said: "Isn't it! Shaoxia, look, this big mountain is Songshan Mountain, and on the Shaolin Mountain in Songshan Mountain, it is the world-famous Shaolin Temple!"

"Shaolin Temple," Zhao Lang raised his head, looking at the majestic Shaolin Mountain, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Since you have come, if you don't get something to go, how can you be worthy of this time!" Uncle, stop." ”

"Shaoxia, this" The man who drove the car showed a trace of hesitation on his face, "Let's go to Xiangyang for a long time, this"

Zhao Lang smiled and took out a silver ingot: "Uncle, I'll give you another ten taels of silver, you find me a better inn, let's rest for a day, and then hurry tomorrow morning, how about it?"

In ancient times, the purchasing power of one tael of silver was quite large, and ten taels of silver was a reward that ordinary people could not earn for half a year, seeing that Zhao Lang was so generous, the man who drove the car dared to hesitate, nodded again and again, and drove the car, so he found an inn at the foot of Songshan Mountain and rested.

Zhao Lang was not in a hurry, and after eating and drinking with Ouyang Mad, he found a tailor shop to change into an expensive silk satin coat, erected a jade crown, put a jade pendant on his waist, and the iron fan he held in his hand was also replaced by a paper fan with a flower and bird landscape inscription.

"Fortunately, there is a lot of money on Peach Blossom Island, and Uncle Ye also sent someone to send a silver ticket, otherwise it would not be extravagant," Zhao Lang looked at the bronze mirror, looked at his equipment, and showed a painful expression, this outfit cost him nearly dozens of taels of silver!

Especially the jade pendant on his waist, as well as the paper fan in his hand, is even more expensive, each worth more than 100 taels, it can be said that these ornaments are much more luxurious than what LV bags and what so-called famous brands in later generations.

"Young Master Ben is also a bloody capital this time, so I don't believe that I can't deceive you old monks," Zhao Lang showed a confident smile at the corner of his mouth, "Father-in-law, can you pretend to be my guard and help me put on a good show?"

Ouyang Feng now regards Zhao Lang as his own son, and his mind is on Zhao Lang, so naturally Zhao Lang is the only one who looks forward and nods in agreement.

The next day, Zhao Lang hired a few sedan chair drivers, invited a few musicians, and went up to Shaomu Mountain with great fanfare, attracting the attention of many people.

At this time, it has been a hundred years since the Shaolin Temple was humiliated and closed at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, however, as a thousand-year-old ancient temple, the influence of Shaolin Temple has not decreased too much, and on the mountain road, there is an endless stream of incense worshippers.

However, if you observe carefully, you can find that most of these incense worshippers are farmers and wealthy merchants wearing linen clothes and dark faces, and there are few people in the martial arts, and depending on their demeanor, they have no sense of the mountain scenery.

"It seems that after a hundred years of staying, the influence of Shaolin Temple in the rivers and lakes has almost disappeared, even the incense, and it only relies on the supply of nearby believers," Zhao Lang sat on the sedan chair with a smile on his face, "This is better, it is more beneficial to my plan." ”

"Uncle, I've worked hard for you," Zhao Lang looked at Ouyang Feng, who was quietly following aside, with a hat, and said with a smile.

Ouyang Feng was indifferent.

"Uncle?"

Ouyang Feng lifted his hat, looked at Zhao Lang happily, and said with a smile: "Son, can my father speak? I said son! You put your father's Nine Yin True Scripture as the first in the world and don't learn it, and you go to this bird temple to find some martial arts! Dad is the first in the world, you still learn the martial arts of these broken monks, this is not?"

"Okay, uncle, you better stop talking for the time being," Zhao Lang was sweating profusely and hurriedly stopped Ouyang Feng from speaking.

I didn't expect that after this western poison Ouyang Feng lost his memory, he still had a tendency to change to chatter, don't you want to be so bloody.

But to be honest, the martial arts that Zhao Lang is looking for now are really not less powerful than Ouyang Feng's Reverse Nine Yin True Scripture, and even have a fight with the genuine Nine Yin True Scripture.

That's right, what Zhao Lang is looking for now is the Jiuyang Divine Skill jointly elected by the fans of the Golden Book in later generations, known as one of the four major internal skills in the Golden Book.

Speaking of this Jiuyang Divine Skill, I have to mention two people, one of them is the ** otaku Wang Chongyang, the Jiuyin True Scripture was taken by him, and the birth of this Jiuyang Divine Skill has a little to do with him.

Legend has it that after Wang Chongyang knocked out the other four uniques, he won the Nine Yin True Scripture, but he didn't expect to meet a mysterious master on the way back, uh, very high master.

This master has been a Confucian scholar and a Taoist priest all his life, and he has also been a monk, anyway, he has a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, and he can't do anything.

I don't know how his martial arts are cultivated, anyway, it's very high, so high that there are few opponents in the world.

In ancient times, peerless masters generally had a urine nature, that is, when they saw a master who was similar to themselves, they all wanted to fight, and they were happy to win, and they were happy to lose and be flattened.

Wang Chongyang and this master met, the so-called chess opponent will meet a good talent, full of feelings, where can you not try a game, but Wang Chongyang has been with the four fields for seven days and seven nights, and the internal force of the competition is more than the test to vomit, to play, you can, you have to change the way of playing.

The men on the rivers and lakes are nothing more than these ideals, learning the most powerful martial arts, drinking the strongest wine, riding the fastest horses, and riding the most beautiful girls.

I was about to vomit in the competition, there was no Bima family, Biniu, Lin Chaoying was having an awkward relationship with Lao Wang at that time, there was no way, the two of them had to fight Lao Bai.

Anyway, the final result is that Lao Wang drank the fragments, and the Nine Yin True Scripture was taken by the master to look at it for a few days, and then the master saw it, and was intoxicated by the exquisite martial arts in the Nine Yin True Scripture, and at the same time aroused his arrogance.

So, this master started his otaku career, hid in the Shaolin Temple, combined with the classic experience of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, and began to create his own exercises, and I don't know how long it took, and finally created his own martial arts.

And this martial art is Jiuyang Divine Skill.

Bodhidharma ancestor has been facing the wall for seven years to pass down the Zen martial arts Yijin Sutra, Ouchi Huangshang has compiled the Taoist collection for decades and created the Nine Yin Sutra, and the fighting wine monk has created the Jiuyang Divine Skill in Shaolin for many years, so Zhao Lang seems to understand something.

Uh, otaku drive the world, well, that's right.