Yang Ji quickly retreated without alerting anyone.
Back in the woodshed, Yang Ji lit the oil lamp and thought silently.
The martial arts realm is a world of "blood and energy", which is completely different from the breathing realm. The secret of "blood and energy" is hidden in the mysterious picture of "Zhenwutang".
Yang Ji has reached the end of the Breathing Realm. If he doesn't want to stop here for the rest of his life, Yang Ji must find a way to enter the "True Martial Hall". The importance of this can be imagined.
"Zhenwutang" is where the ancestral precepts are, and no one is allowed to interfere, even though the eldest lady is a direct descendant. Although the eldest lady controls the Zhenwutang, the ancestor's reputation is suppressed, and even the eldest lady cannot stop this.
This is where the great righteousness lies, even the clan elders have nothing to say."
Yang Ji thought secretly in his heart.
However, this is not without risks. With the character of the eldest lady, even if there is no way to stop Yang Ji, she will try every means to delay the time. When three months pass, even if Yang Ji enters the "True Martial Hall", it will be a general trend.
Go.
Moreover, this will also alert the snake. Once the eldest lady knows that Yang Ji has reached the tenth stage of breathing, she will be extremely defensive and even jump over the wall to fight to the death.
This is also the reason why Yang Ji inquired about "Zhenwutang" in the middle of the night.
After all, the Yang clan is a century-old clan with a lot of heritage. In a border area like Pingxianchuan, it is difficult for any single warrior to match the entire clan. What's more, the clan is protected by the imperial court and is the cornerstone of local stability.
If a large clan is slaughtered openly, it will definitely attract the attention of the imperial court and be pursued.
This is also the reason why the eldest lady can remain so calm even after "knowing" that there is a mysterious master behind Yang Ji.
"If you can't enter Zhenwu Hall, you have to find other ways."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
The Yang clan is not the only one in Pingchuan County who has the secret to the martial arts realm, but every force is careful and careful. Their security will only be stronger than that of the Yang clan, and it is no more difficult than breaking into the Zhenwu Hall directly.
Easy. After all, not every force has the foundation and confidence of the Yang family to dare to openly put a precious martial arts secret scroll in the open.
Hiss!
Just when Yang Ji frowned, Xiao Ji unknowingly swam out from his sleeve. It raised its body and looked at Yang Ji with its dark eyes, shining with the light of wisdom and spirituality.
"Xiao Ji? What are you going to do?"
Yang Ji felt something strange around him, came back to his senses, and saw Xiao Ji at a glance. After living one person and one snake for a long time, there was a tacit understanding, and Yang Ji knew at a glance that Xiao Ji seemed to have something to say to him.
"His!"
Xiao Ji turned around on the table a few times, and then nodded happily. In Yang Ji's surprised eyes, Xiao Ji suddenly ejaculated into Yang Ji's inkstone, and his body turned over, and his whole body was dyed black.
"This is……"
Yang Ji was stunned for a moment, with a look of surprise on his face.
Whoosh!
Xiao Ji didn't answer. His thin body bounced and then landed on a blank piece of manuscript paper in front of Yang Ji. His body rolled, clicked, flicked, scratched, scraped... and danced on the manuscript paper like a brush.
In the blink of an eye, "I" appeared in front of Yang Ji.
"!!!"
Looking at this word on the manuscript paper, Yang Ji was so shocked that he almost knocked over his seat.
"Xiao Ji can actually write? When did this happen!..."
Yang Ji was completely stunned.
This weird thing has overturned Yang Ji's cognition. It is a completely different world. He is not afraid of the cold, does not need to hibernate, his body can shrink... and he can actually read words!
Yang Ji was more and more surprised. What happened to Xiao Ji was so unheard of that it was difficult to explain it with common sense.
"No wonder Xiao Ji likes reading so much. He was watching me when I was writing. Could it be that he learned it at that time? I thought it was just playing."
Yang Ji never shied away from Xiao Ji when it came to writing, painting, and reading. Under the influence of his ears and eyes, Xiao Ji actually learned to write. This was something Yang Ji never expected at the time.
"Xiao Ji, you are so awesome!"
Although Yang Ji was surprised, he couldn't help but feel happy, and he liked Xiao Ji's spirituality even more.
Hiss!
Xiao Ji stopped for a moment, spit out the letter and hissed a few times, which seemed to be a triumphant sound, and then continued writing. Yang Ji couldn't help laughing as he looked at it.
After a while, Xiao Ji finished writing, and fell to the side with a flick of his body, looking at Yang Ji expectantly.
"Whoosh!"
Yang Ji lifted up the manuscript paper on the table, stretched out his hand, and then picked it up. The writing on the manuscript paper was not perfect, and even had the clumsiness of a beginner, but considering that it was written with the body of a snake,
It’s already very eye-catching.
"I can help you get the painting!"
After reading the words on the manuscript paper, Yang Ji looked surprised;
"Xiao Ji, do you mean that you can help me get Zhenwutang's paintings?"
Yang Ji said in surprise.
Hiss!
Xiao Ji nodded seriously.
"How to help?"
Yang Ji became more and more surprised. The Zhenwu Hall was heavily guarded, making it difficult for even warriors to enter.
Xiao Ji triumphantly swam around on the ground a few times, feeling like a "little man succeeds". Suddenly he bounced up, drew an arc in the air, then drilled into the ground and disappeared.
The hard ground was like tofu in front of Xiaoji.
"!!!"
When Yang Ji saw this scene, he was shocked and took a deep breath.
"Underground, underground..."
Yang Ji murmured to himself, feeling surges in his heart.
At this moment, he finally understood what Xiao Ji meant. Yang Ji only saw that the Zhenwu Hall was so tightly guarded that not even a mosquito could get in. But he never thought that there was a huge loophole in the Zhenwu Hall's guards - that
It's underground!
No matter how tight the guard is, it cannot be guarded underground, and due to the psychological blind corner, there is no way to take precautions in this regard.
It is difficult for ordinary people to exploit this loophole, but Xiaoji is different. It is the king of snakes and can easily drill holes into the Zhenwu Hall from the ground. This is something that no one can imagine in advance.
"Xiao Ji, I understand what you mean."
Yang Ji murmured.
Xiao Ji quickly emerged from the ground and slowly swam to Yang Ji's feet with a look on his face.
"Xiao Ji, thank you."
Yang Ji knelt down and gently patted Xiao Ji's head.
A difficult problem was solved. By borrowing Xiao Ji's power, he could sneak into the Zhenwu Hall and get the painting without alerting anyone. After the initial surprise and surprise, Yang Ji slowly became silent and did not start.
of excitement.
"Xiao Ji, I'm very happy that you have this intention. However, I'm afraid we can't do this."
The look in Yang Ji's eyes changed, and after a long time, he finally sighed.
"!!!"
Xiao Ji stiffened and looked at Yang Ji blankly, not knowing what was going on. There was no doubt that it was not an expected agreement.
"I know that as long as I say a word, you will definitely help me. But a gentleman loves money and gets it in a wise way. If we really do this, it will be stealing, and the nature has completely changed.' Once you steal, you will live forever.
"It's a thief," I know you may not understand it now, but I hope you understand that the reason why I saved you in the first place was not because I wanted you to do this for me. Your spirituality should not be tarnished in these places."
Yang Ji said in a deep voice:
"I really want to get that painting from the Zhenwu Hall. But even if we want it, we must do it openly instead of stealing it. You will understand it in the future."
Xiao Ji was stunned. Although he didn't understand why Yang Ji disagreed, he knew that Yang Ji was really doing it for his own good. He couldn't help but nodded, with some emotion in his eyes.
It was not easy to make this decision, but Yang Ji knew that he could never do it. The longer he stayed with Xiao Ji, the more he felt its precious spirituality, especially its single-minded focus on helping him.
Yang Ji didn't have many relatives around him. After spending time with "Xiao Ji" for a long time, Yang Ji treated him more and more as a "person" instead of a snake. In his heart, Yang Ji actually already regarded him as a snake.
One of my relatives named it "Xiao Ji" with the same meaning.
"Once a thief, always a thief", this is a saying in a poem. It was not that Yang Ji had never "stealed" martial arts in the "martial arts training ground" that day.
But Yang Ji relied on his own wisdom and the essence he learned from Xiao Ji. He learned from one example and learned from others, and realized the realm of "flying on grass". In terms of realm, his realm has surpassed those of the Yang family's disciples who practiced Kung Fu.
Not everyone can do this.
If Xiao Ji is sent to steal, even though he does a good job without being noticed, the nature of this is completely wrong. First of all, he will not be able to pass the test in his heart.
"Heaven knows and earth knows, you know and I know... ugh!"
Yang Ji sighed and said nothing.
Yang Ji picked up the pen beside him and wanted to write on the paper and polish the unique skill of "Cloud Hand". But he felt bored and fell asleep unconsciously.
"Master, Master..."
At some point, a faint voice sounded from his ears. Yang Ji moved and opened his eyes to see a familiar face.
"Master, why did you fall asleep on the table?"
Uncle Liang held the food box in his hand and said with concern.
Yang Ji was startled and looked up. At this time, the window was bright and it was already dawn, and the oil lamp on the table had long been extinguished.
"Did I actually sleep for so long?"
Yang Ji was secretly surprised. He only remembered writing on the table, but before he knew it, he fell asleep on the desk.
"Master, wash your face. Let's have some breakfast."
Uncle Liang expressed concern.
"Um."
Yang Ji nodded, and while he was washing up, he heard Uncle Liang's voice in his ear.
"Zhenwu Hall? Master, are you about to enter the Zhenwu Hall?"
Uncle Liang's voice was full of surprise.
"Ah? Uncle Liang, how do you know?"
Yang Ji turned around and said in surprise.
Uncle Liang was almost a layman in martial arts. Even if Yang Ji stood in front of him, he didn't know whether he was breathing in one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, seven steps or eight steps...
Yang Ji was surprised. He had never mentioned it. How did Uncle Liang know that he was old enough to enter the Zhenwu Hall.
"Master, aren't you writing this on paper?"
Uncle Liang pointed to the table and said. Although he doesn't know martial arts, he can still recognize the words.
Yang Ji put down his towel and walked over to take a look. Sure enough, there were lines of words scrawled on the paper, all of which were "Zhenwutang, Zhenwutang...". But Yang Ji remembered that he was not clearly studying "Yunshou" last night.
"? No matter how it is written, it is always "Zhenwutang".
"This is probably the so-called thinking during the day and dreaming at night."
Yang Ji couldn't help but smile.
Uncle Liang was not an outsider. At that moment, Yang Ji told him that he had reached the tenth level of breathing not long ago and that the Zhenwu Hall was blocked by the eldest lady.
"Master."
Uncle Liang hesitated for a moment and suddenly said: "Actually, our Yang family may have more than one such scroll..."
"What!"
Yang Ji looked shocked and raised his head sharply.
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and Yang Ji's heart suddenly surged!...
