King Qi left, and most of the people breathed a sigh of relief. Those doing business did business, and those eating continued to eat.

There were a few old people who were angry about Yan Bing dragging everyone to die together. They came over on crutches and scolded her because of their age.

But Yan Bing, who was not even afraid of the prince, could he suffer this injustice in vain? She rebuffed him one by one.

In the end, he was so angry that an old man passed out. A group of people hurriedly pinched him and wiped his chest. Yan Bing took the opportunity to wipe the soles of his feet with oil and slipped away.

We walked for another ten minutes.

Finally arrived at the book market.

Looking at the rows of plaques filled with the scent of books, Yan Bing breathed a sigh of relief.

I rushed into a bookstore, grabbed a book and started crying.

Books, books... Do you know how hard it is for me to find you?... This journey is like a difficult one, each level is more difficult than the last... I now understand what Tang Xuanzang was back then.

How difficult it is... Brother Monkey, Bajie, and Sha Seng...I realize how difficult it is for you now.

"My little friend, are you buying a book?" The bookstore owner saw a customer coming to the door and hurriedly stepped forward to guide him, "What kind of books do you want to buy, my little friend? I have original copies from the past, as well as contemporary masterpieces. Can you tell me the title of the book?

Listen, I'll find it for my little friend."

He said he was kind, but he slowly took the book that Yan Bing was holding in his arms, as if he was afraid that her tears would wet his treasure.

"Mr., I made you laugh." Yan Bing also realized that his behavior was a bit weird. He quickly wiped away his tears and said with a smile, "Sir, do you have books on history and maps here? It's best if they cover history from ancient times to the present.

The complete set of textbooks... I want them all."

"All of them!?" The boss, who had a business smile on his face, suddenly widened his eyes, "That's not cheap..."

"As long as it can be connected, from ancient times to the present, I want it! I also want foreign news! However, this kind of thing only needs to be from modern times."

As Yan Bing spoke, he slowly took the book back from the boss's hand.

"Wait a moment, little friend! I will arrange for someone to find it for you!" the boss responded, turned around and rushed to the back door. He was completely opposite to the old look when he first walked in. He was walking as fast as flying, as if he had suddenly become more than ten years younger.

"Ah! Brother! We have a distinguished guest! Come out quickly and help dad find books!"

"Okay dad! Whatever you want to find, you just ordered us to..."

Yan Bing was still looking through the book just now, which contained a list of some fantasy skills, which aroused her strong interest.

"Great Mingluomen Fist", the moves are sinister and vicious. It is the suppression method of the Luomen sect in the Western Regions. It emphasizes using Yin Qi and corpse Qi to refine poison and temper the fists. Even if the injury is minor, it will be serious if not properly treated.

He died of poisoning within a few days.

"Pharaoh's Yin Box Curse" is a defensive technique, a technique of the Luomen sect in the Western Regions. It emphasizes using poison to temper the body so that it will not be invaded by any poison. It also uses poison to protect the body. Anyone who hurts it will be poisoned instead.

They are all shady exercises that infiltrate people.

Thinking of these, Yan Bing turned over a few pages.

"Qingxia Sword", the introductory skill of Feixia Sect, emphasizes speed, stability, accuracy, and ruthlessness. The sword moves are changeable and sharp. The sword wielder rushes to volley a copper coin from ten feet away and penetrates it, so it is not the best.

"Feixia Sword Technique" has fast moves and is famous for its speed. It is the unique skill of Feixia Sect. It emphasizes using Qi to control the sword. The sword can move the gods and ghosts without being able to distinguish. From a hundred feet away, the flying sword can take the enemy's head like a bag.

"Morning Glow and Dusk Snow", Feixia Sect does not teach magical skills. Only the previous heads can learn it. Those who have achieved great sword power can use Qi to control ten thousand swords. With their hands raised, ten thousand swords flow like rays of light. Even if they are pillars holding up the sky, they can be broken with one force.

When the hand fell, thousands of swords were like snow blowing in the wind, with a radius of a hundred feet. Even the ants in the field had no chance of surviving.

"Xiaguang Flow", Feixiamen's introductory defensive skills, emphasizes airtightness, continuous sword moves, never stopping, and the sword wielder who can splash water to defend it without even a drop of it is the best.

"Yunxiawulao", Feixiamen's superior defensive technique, emphasizes using Qi to control the body, breaking gold and gravel, even if it is chopped with a knife or axe, it is difficult to damage its surface, so it is superior.

"The Flying Glow", Feixia Sect does not teach defensive skills, only the previous heads can learn them. Those who have mastered the sword power can use Qi to moisturize the body. Even if the muscles and bones are broken, they can be restored to the original state in a few breaths, as if they were not alive.

Lost golden body.

This is great! Flying Sword! I like it!

While Yan Bing watched, he imagined in his mind the scene of himself practicing Feixiamen's magical skill. He couldn't help but contrast it with a certain Shushan RPG in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he became addicted, and the soul of the second grade was burning in his body.

If I can really learn these moves as described in this book, then I will enter the Feixia Sect.

But then I thought about it again, I was afraid that this book was made by some middle school student who liked to make nonsense... Wouldn't it be a waste of effort... After all, what the book said is a bit too fantasy...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Little friend, do you want to practice martial arts?"

The old man who suddenly appeared behind him spoke suddenly, but Yan Bing, who was immersed in fantasy, didn't notice it at all. He was really shocked and threw the books in his hands.

The old man jumped out as if he saw his treasure being stepped on, and caught the flying book.

"Ouch, my old waist is so tight that I can't get out of the way." The old man complained while slumping his back.

Yan Bing was stunned and his mouth opened into a big O shape.

Could it be that this place is really different from my world, that there really is Qi training, martial arts training?

But if not, how could an old man who looked to be seventy or eighty years old have such skills!?

Yan Bing probed with a glimmer of hope: "Old sir? Do you know martial arts?"

"Be good at it, know a little bit about it..." The old man still packed the books in his own way.

"Then, can you control the sword with your breath?" Yan Bing gasped, looking forward to the old man's affirmation.

"No..." the old man said without raising his head.

Yan Bing was a little disappointed. Sure enough, this was all his fantasy.

"But I can play sometimes." The old man finished the second half of the sentence slowly.

He understands this standard Chinese self-effacement all too well!

Because his mentors, the old professors at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, are all the same.

It was just like the old man he met at the Chinese Academy of Sciences in his first year, sitting in the pavilion and playing with himself on a chess board.

Yan Bing happened to be passing by after class and had nothing to do. Seeing the old man playing tricks all by himself, he seemed a little too lonely, so he thought that he would be kind enough to play two games with the old man as a way to show his love for the society.

When playing chess, he even asked tentatively: "Uncle, are you playing particularly well?"

The uncle replied: "No, no. I just play around and play around occasionally."

As a result, he was abused from the beginning, until the opponent gave him a rook, he was abused, and finally gave up half of his rooks, horses, and artillery, but he couldn't win. In the end, if the old man didn't see that he was too depressed and deliberately lost to him in two games, he would have lost two games.

I'm starting to doubt my own intelligence.

My own tutor was also like this. When I went to hand in my thesis, I happened to see a Go board stuck in the gap of the teacher's desk, so I thought I could chat with my tutor while playing chess, so as to discuss more academic issues.

He also tentatively asked in advance: "Teacher, are you good at Go?"

The teacher replied seriously: "No, no, but I can play with you."

As a result, he was beaten to death again.

Now this old man's words were exactly the same as those of the previous chess professors and tutors, which immediately aroused waves in my heart.

"Can you demonstrate it to me!? I have never seen what it's like to actually control a sword with Qi in my whole life." Yan Bing's heart was trembling with excitement.

The old man then raised his head, looked at Yan Bing's sincere eyes, chuckled and said, "Okay, I haven't practiced for a long time, so I'll give you a demonstration."

After saying that, he turned around, picked up a writing brush on the counter, looked left and right, and found that he couldn't get rid of any of these treasures in the house.

Finally, he took a fancy to an old poplar tree outside the store and said, "Kid, take a look..."

"Hmm!!" Yan Bing's heart was beating wildly at this moment.

If we really traveled to a world where Qi followed nature, it would not be a happy event in vain.

At least, I have a goal in life. Isn't it beautiful to be a chivalrous and righteous person in the world and enjoy grudges?

While thinking about it, Yan Bing watched the old man's every move with bated breath.

Just look at the old man slowly raising the brush with his right hand, with a serious look on his face, merging the two fingers of his left hand, and applying force to the brush... Although Yan Bing couldn't see anything, he could vaguely feel the flow of gas around him.

After the change, my heartbeat became faster and faster.

Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang!

It felt like my heart was about to jump out of my throat.

Then the old man shouted: "Go!"

With his right hand, he threw the brush towards the poplar tree, and watched the brush rush towards the poplar tree...

Snap!

The brush hit the tree trunk, bounced up, spun twice in the air and fell to the ground.

The tree trunk was unscathed!

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"Is this the end!?" Yan Bing looked at the scene in disbelief, and for a time he suspected that he had been tricked...

"I haven't practiced for a long time..., wait a minute!" The old man blushed and ran out of the store, picked up the brush again, held his breath and concentrated again..., pointed a little brush with his left hand, and shouted: "
To be continued...