"Xuan Gong?"
Sang Jialiang was stunned for a moment and said, "What is Xuan Gong?"
Tang Zhao was also startled for a moment before he realized that not everyone knew about Xuan Gong. Different from the internal training and external training that everyone knows, Xuan Gong is already the knowledge of the upper class. It is extremely rare among the people and is monopolized by the officialdom and major forces. Even when a court hero like Xue Daxia gets a piece of Xuan Gong, he secretly gives it to Tang Zhao like a treasure, let alone others?
He explained: "Xuan Gong is a skill above internal strength, a new realm above martial arts. It can cultivate the spirit, and can also cultivate Gang Qi." He stretched out his fingers, and the Gang Qi turned into thin lines, and lifted a pillow He picked it up, then threw it in the air, put it down again, and explained: "This is Gang Qi. Gang Qi is more solid than internal force. It can protect the body and can also change its shape. Brother Sang has a foundation in both internal and external training and is learning Xuan Gong. It’s a matter of course.”
Traditionally, Xuan Gong must be practiced internally and externally before it can be learned, but now that Xuan Gong has become more and more perfect, people with some foundation can learn it. Sang Jialiang has a good foundation in internal and external skills, so of course he can practice Xuan Gong.
Although Xuan Gong is valuable, it is not particularly valuable to Tang Zhao. In addition to the "Great Sun Divine Chariot Sutra" he practiced himself, which is of the highest quality, Zhuoyu Villa also has several lower quality Xuan Gong, many of which are even for collection Gang Qi only exists as a material, and Baiyu disciples can practice it whenever they want. Just because Sang Jialiang insisted on keeping justice in Lingzhou, he could close the deal by charging some symbolic fees.
Sang Jialiang pondered for a moment, carefully opened the white cloth bundle in his hand, and said, "Could it be that... this is Xuan Gong?"
Jiang Shenyi and Tang Zhao came together to watch and said in surprise: "Hey, you really have mystical skills."
Inside the white cloth bundle was a silk book with "The Secret of Night Watch at the Mountain Gate" written on it.
Just looking at the title of the book, it’s probably about Xuan Gong.
Tang Zhao took it over and flipped through a few pages. Sure enough, he saw a familiar writing style. Intuitively, he could tell that the quality of this technique was not bad, and it seemed that it was not inferior to his own "Tonghua Yinfeng Jue". Sang Jialiang explained: "This is a technique that I acquired accidentally. I think I should be thinking of a profound secret book. But I can't understand it at all. It's my fault that I only recognize a few big characters and can't read this profound technique. I don’t dare to ask anyone. I have been thinking about it for several years, and I seem to have figured out some skills. I want to practice but I am afraid that I will make a mistake. It is rare for you and the nobles to come to my door today, so I want to use it in exchange for something. "
Both Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi smiled. Normal people couldn't understand Xuan Gong. Isn't it normal? Tang Zhao has read a lot of books, and the first time he read them, they seemed like heavenly books, let alone this man?
Tang Zhao asked him: "What did you want to change?"
Sang Jialiang said: "That's right. Although I have some skills, I got them by accident, and I was confused. I can't pass them on at all. The children in the village still learn those village tricks, which are basically I couldn't learn it. I saved some money, plus the money collected from the village, and sent a few promising children to martial arts schools in the city. But the martial arts schools did not teach seriously, and secondly, they were not allowed to spread the knowledge after they were taught. You can only learn by yourself. Over the years, the village has spent money in vain. Firstly, it has not cultivated a pillar, and secondly, it has not left a legacy to the village."
"I'm not that old. But as the old saying goes, it takes ten years to have children and ten years to educate. It will take ten years to train a few successors from now on, and the time is not generous at all. And... I can still live for ten years. Year? There are thieves everywhere, and they all hate me. I'm really not sure. Maybe in a year or two, maybe tomorrow, I will be chopped up by someone when I go out. Once I leave, who will protect me, the young and old in the village? I couldn't sleep at night, just thinking about this. If the village can get a good inheritance and continue to produce talents, I won't be afraid of dying one day."
The two of them suddenly realized that this matter was simpler. Tang Zhao said: "Is it a Kung Fu? Internal Kung Fu or External Kung Fu? Or moves?"
Sang Jialiang opened his mouth and wanted to say: "I want them all." But he felt guilty.
His original intention was to exchange the skills he accidentally obtained for some practical ones, but judging from the looks of the two of them, they seemed not to care about the treasures he treasured, so asking for too much would make him look like a lion.
Although he didn't say it, how could Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi not understand what he meant? They don't even care about Xuan Gong, let alone ordinary internal and external skills. Tang Zhao didn't know how many Dao Jing Quan manuals he had stuffed into the blind box.
Tang Zhao said: "Let's do it this way. We will divide the work. You can practice this Xuan Gong, and I will annotate it for you to ensure that you can understand it."
Jiang Shenyi continued: "It's up to me to teach the children how to practice kungfu. I am good at both internal and external kungfu, so I will stay in the village to guide the children here these days. Although I can only stay for a few days, there are smart people who can do it these days. You'll be enlightened. If you want to write a book, my junior brother has plenty of them. You can pool your money to buy them, and he'll give you a hefty price."
Tang Zhao said: "You can also test the inspiration for the children."
Jiang Shenyi nodded and said: "Yes, this is also very important. If there are people with extremely high inspirational talents, we can take them away when we come back. If there are those who are not as good as others, they can also use magic weapons, which will give the village a trump card."
Sang Jialiang was overjoyed, but then felt very embarrassed. The eight-foot-long man rubbed his hands like a child and said: "But... the two young masters can't use this technique, right? Then I... I can't repay... "
Jiang Shenyi waved his hand and said: "Why are you being polite? This is all a matter of convenience. We respect you as a clean and good man. Even gold and silver cannot buy us happiness."
Sang Liang hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Even so, my surname is Sang, I am not an ungrateful person. Please come with me, I still have treasures at home."
Tang Zhao was watching Xuan Gong with his glasses on when he suddenly said: "Brother Sang, don't be impulsive."
Sang Jialiang knew what he meant. How could he not understand the principle of keeping wealth secret? Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so entangled just now, but at this time he had made up his mind and said: "You two are such generous people, how can I not trust you? Come with me." After saying that, he took the oil lamp from the table and opened the door. go out.
Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi had no choice but to follow, without alerting the two Liangzhou people next door. It's not that I can't believe it...well, I just can't believe it. After all, although they were in alliance, they didn't know each other very well, and the two of them didn't seem to have much money except spring water. No one is a saint. If Sang Jialiang really has some unexpected treasure, neither of them may be able to protect it, and the two of them will be even more difficult to protect. If you do something that hurts harmony, it will not be beautiful.
Passing through the backyard, at the end is the woodshed, filled with piles of firewood.
Sang Jialiang opened the door, invited the two of them in, then carefully covered the door and hid the light behind the firewood pile. Opening the woodpile little by little, a glimpse of the cellar was revealed. He said softly: "Come down with me."
Gee - it really feels like hiding a treasure.
In this atmosphere, Tang Zhao couldn't help but feel that there was something really special inside.
The cellar was cramped, smelled turbid, and was filled with baskets of grain. Millet, rice, radish, a few jars, sauce, wine and sauerkraut. Then he moved the wine jar away, and there was floating soil on the ground again. When he dug it out again, he found a box three feet long.
When Tang Zhao saw the shape of the box, his heart suddenly lifted and he thought to himself: No way?
Sang Jialiang carefully opened the three-foot-long box——
Just after opening it, Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi's pupils shrank, and they reached out to close the box at the same time. Then they looked up and checked the cellar door again. After confirming that it was sealed, they shouted at the same time in a low voice: "Are you going to die?"
Sang Jialiang also heard the harsh words of the two people. Obviously the things were much more precious than he thought, and he was a little at a loss. Jiang Shenyi took a breath and said sternly in a low voice: "You dare to hide the sword at home?! If outsiders see it, let alone you, you Zhuangzi will be punished by you!"
Sang Jialiang felt guilty and said: "But...but...is this a sword? Is it that kind of sword?"
He had never heard of Xuan Gong, but he had heard of Swordsman. It's like ordinary people know about martial arts masters and gods in the sky, but they don't know how people become gods.
Jiang Shenyi glared at him and said, "You don't know what a sword is? Then why do you hide it so secretly? If you know about swords, why do you dare to show it to us?"
Sang Jialiang said: "I...I know about swords, but some of the knights passing by are also carrying swords like this? And their martial arts skills are not as good as mine."
Jiang Shenyi said: "That's different. What many people show off are just magic weapons, which are worthless. Yours is a real sword, enough for all of you chickens and dogs within a hundred miles of radius. How dare you show it to us... "
Sang Jialiang calmed down and asked: "Why don't I dare? I originally wanted to give it to you."
Jiang Shenyi was stunned for a moment. Sang Liang Zhengse pushed out the box and said: "Whether it's precious or not, this is the only thing I can get. If it's precious, that's the best, just to repay your kindness."
Jiang Shenyi said speechlessly: "You have repaid us, and we are in debt again. And...junior brother, do you want it?"
Tang Zhao looked at the sword. The sword had a dull luster, which meant that "the sword has obscured itself", but there were accessories hanging on the sword. It was obvious that someone had decorated it before. This is the Sword of Sleep, and it is also the sword of the dead swordsman.
In other words, it's an old sword.
He shook his head and said: "Senior brother knows that what I want is a sword made by myself. You..."
Jiang Shenyi continued: "You also know that I never wanted to be a swordsman."
Everyone in Zhuoyu Villa knew that Jiang Shenyi did not want to be a swordsman, or even a swordsmith. He wants to be a talisman sword master who makes magic weapons and magic weapons for himself.
The two of them were silent at the same time.
This is a priceless sword that is enough to cause a bloody storm, but neither of them needs it.
Even if ordinary people don't need this sword, they can keep it and exchange it for a sword that suits them. Unfortunately, the two of them didn't even need to change their swords. Just like gold, if it cannot be traded, it is not eaten or drunk, and it is nothing more than very beautiful scrap metal. Sang Jialiang's eyes wandered between the two of them, and he seemed to be aware of an embarrassment.
After a while, Tang Zhao asked: "Brother Sang, don't worry. Can you tell me the origin of this sword?"
