Ding Qi looked at the iron sand palm martial arts cheats in his hand blankly. At the same time, on the table in front of him, there were the nine martial arts methods that he had copied in Liangcheng.

As the first book he bought, and now the only complete cheatbook, although Ding Qi knows that this iron sand palm kung fu is not suitable for him, but he also loves this cheats quite a lot. When I usually look at it, I cherish it very much, for fear that there will be any damage.

But now, his attention was obviously not on the book in his hand.

In fact, since yesterday afternoon, Ding Qi has maintained this state of confusion. After finishing dinner at Tongfu Inn this morning, I came back from Qixia Town, and my state still hasn't improved.

Moving his gaze away from the iron sand palm cheats in his hand, and looking at the nine heart methods on the table, Ding Qi sighed blankly: "A few days ago, although I was grinding hard and hard to get a mountain of heart methods from Lao Bai, it still didn't work?"

The old Bai in Ding Qi's mouth is the running hall of the Tongfu Inn, and he is also the inner disciple of the Qingyun faction. The sect assigned him a one-year sect task, let him take care of the restaurant in Qixia Town, and watch the Tongfu Inn.

Just three days ago, Ding Qi finally finished testing the remaining four martial arts cheats, and although the results disappointed him, they were not beyond his expectations.

Four kinds of kung fu, all of which are not suitable for him.

When he was disappointed, Ding Qi hit Lao Bai with his idea.

Lao Bai is an inner disciple of the Qingyun Sect, and he cultivates martial arts unique to the sect. The overwhelming palm is one of them.

Although this kind of palm technique is not a clever martial art, it is still much better than the iron sand palm of the road.

Since all the exercises he had at hand were not suitable for his own cultivation, and Lao Bai was the only one he knew who knew martial arts, Ding Qi wanted to take Lao Bai's exercises and give them a try.

In his heart, he also has more or less that he can't cultivate effectively because those big road goods mental methods themselves are too inferior, which will lead to his extravagant hope that the cultivation effect is poor.

A long time ago, Ding Qi pestered Lao Bai, wanting him to pass on the overwhelming mental method to himself. Just a few days ago, Lao Bai finally couldn't grind his stubborn fighting, and passed on the first layer of this mental method to him. And repeatedly warned Ding Qi that he should never pass it on to others except for his own cultivation.

In this regard, Ding Qi naturally agreed.

Lao Bai was able to pass on the first layer of this exercise to Ding Qi, most likely because this row of mountains and seas was not a profound mental method, and it was not a secret in the sect. If it was really a high-level and profound heart method in the sect, no matter how soft and hard Ding Qi was, it would be impossible for him to leak it out.

After verifying that the remaining four mental methods were not suitable for him, Ding Qi cultivated this row of mental methods with a bumpy mood. The results of the subsequent cultivation really knocked his heart to the bottom.

Compared with the cultivation standards he got from Lao Bai, Ding Qi was at a loss to find that he was also not suitable for cultivating this kind of exercise.

"It seems that the qualifications are not good, no matter what kind of exercises you practice, it will be in vain!" Finally, Ding Qi thought with a headache.

Originally, he was already aware of this in his heart, but he didn't want to admit it. Now after such a long time and so many exercises have been verified, Ding Qi also has to face this fact.

Just as Ding Shan told him in Liangcheng at the beginning, without good qualifications and the assistance of pills, it is completely impossible to achieve success in martial arts.

What made Ding Qi feel angry and funny was that after some comparison, he found that among the eleven exercises he had cultivated before and after, it was the Iron Sand Palm, the martial arts method he had obtained for the first time, and the speed of cultivation was relatively faster, which made him speechless.

Lowering his head and looking at the martial arts cheats of the iron sand palm in his hand again, Ding Qi shook his head with a wry smile.

Even if this iron sand palm is cultivated, it is relatively fast, and it is almost impossible for him to cultivate to a small success in this life.

"If the qualifications are not good, then you can only ....... Looking at the book in his hand again, Ding Qi had already made a decision.

Ding Qi was not the kind of person who liked to feel sorry for himself, and now that he had understood that it was impossible for him to find a suitable technique for his cultivation with his qualifications, he had already begun to consider other methods.

After this series of blows, although he was disappointed in his heart, he did not intend to give up.

The idea of practicing martial arts and wandering the rivers and lakes has long taken root in his heart, Ding Qi will not have the idea of giving up at all, he is not willing to be like ordinary mountain people, doing nothing for the rest of his life.

If his qualifications were not good, he planned to use medicine to assist him and improve his cultivation speed.

Buying pills to assist in practicing is tantamount to wishful thinking for the current Ding Qi. After all, the price of drugs is not affordable for ordinary people.

However, Ding Qi knew from the second uncle that although he was now the deputy of the outer door walker, the silver he got every month was pitiful, but as long as he could really become the outer door walker and take care of the sect's industry in a few years, he would be able to get a decent income.

He already planned that even if he lived a more difficult life in the future, he would squeeze out this income and use it to buy pills for practice.

"There are a lot of medicinal herbs that are useful for practicing in the depths of Qixia Mountain, and I will also find a way to go deep into the mountains to pick some in the future. Tintze murmured.

Thinking of this, Ding Qi turned his head to look at Qixia Mountain outside the window.

Although it was a lot of danger to go deep into the mountains to collect medicine, he could only think of this way. Otherwise, even if he invests all his future income into it, it will not be enough to practice at all.

Then, Ding Qi began to casually look through the iron sand palm cheats in his hand.

Since this kung fu was the most suitable for his own cultivation among all the martial arts he had come into contact with, Ding Qi had already decided to practice this kind of exercise.

Although he had already made a decision in his heart, the wordless anguish still lingered in Ding Qi's heart, and he couldn't dissipate it. This blow, even against Ding Qi, is obviously not something that can be recovered in a short time.

Just as he was casually looking through the cheats, an undetectable cracking sound came from the book.

Then, the book in his hand turned into pages and scattered all over the ground.

Sensing the anomaly, Ding Qi saw the pages scattered on the ground, and his face showed a rather distressed expression. The already extremely depressed mood became even more irritable.

Although he has taken great care of this thread-bound book since he bought it, after all, it is an old book with a long history, and the thread at the spine of the book has become extremely fragile. When the slightest force is applied, it will break apart.

When he first got this book, Ding Qi didn't know how many times he had read it, and even the corners of the book were slightly fluffy by him. Although he was careful again and again, after so many times, he still broke several threads, making the book loose and unstable.

In the past two days, because of the blow on the problem of exercises, when he looked at this book, he was often absent-minded, and he did not have the love he used to have, and when he turned the pages, he unconsciously exerted a little harder, so that today the thread at the spine of the book is broken, and the pages are scattered all over the ground.

Realizing that it was because he was too careless when flipping through the book in the past two days that the book was damaged, Ding Qi blamed himself a little. He was born in a poor family, and cherishing things is a habit that he has cultivated since he was a child. Because of his own negligence, he damaged unnecessary things, but it was not his style.

Ding Qi bent down and picked up the scattered pages of the book, intending to use a needle and thread to sew the pages together again.

"In the future, when I practice kung fu, I need to read this book often. This book is too old, so you have to be careful when you turn it over, so that you can't break it again. Ding Qi reminded himself as he picked up the pages.

Just when he had already picked up most of the pages and stretched out his hand to pick up the last few sheets, he froze slightly as if he had suddenly discovered something that he cared about.

"Hey, that page?" said Tinzy with a strange expression on his face.

Next, he didn't pick up the remaining pages, but thoughtfully took the page he had picked up earlier in front of him and looked at it with curiosity.

This page didn't look any different, just like the other pages, because it was so old that the whole page had turned yellow, but Ding Qi had inadvertently noticed something unusual about it when he picked it up just now.

He cast his gaze to the corner of the page. To be exact, the end of the thread, the upper right corner of the page.

A hint of incongruous silvery-white, appears there. On the whole yellowed page, it looks quite eye-catching.

It was this heterochromatic color that attracted Ding Qi's attention just now.

In the past, because many pages were stitched together, this discoloration was obscured. Even though Ding Qi had turned the book many times, he had never found any trace of silver.

This time, however, the pages were scattered, revealing the incongruous silver-white color of the page.

Looking at the silver white in confusion, and after examining it carefully, he quickly figured out what was going on.

"Mezzanine!"

Ding Qi thought in amazement.

In the page in his hand, there was a mezzanine. The silvery-white color is the color of the things in the sandwich.

"In such a way of secrecy, it is kept in the pages of the book. Could it be that there is something precious in it?" Ding Qi muttered to himself.

After a moment's pause, Tintze then took action to peel off the outer layer of the page. I want to see what's inside.

The process of taking out the contents of the mezzanine was not smooth, and he didn't know how the mezzanine was put in, and it was completely glued to the pages of the book, and there was no separation from each other at all, which made Ding Qi's idea of easily pulling out the mezzanine frustrated. Even if you want to tear off the outer layer, it is very difficult. In the end, he soaked the page in water and soaked it completely before taking out the contents.

Then, Tintzi began to check what it was.