"The trust value has exceeded 30,000. It seems... Although there are many people in the world who have doubts about my identity. But ordinary people are easy to fool. Even Daqing, a broken ship that is almost silent, still has such credibility... ..." Feng Linwen couldn't help but sigh.
At the same time, this also reminded him.
Although in every world, the core civilization is often in the hands of the elite. This also resulted in that every time he traveled through time, he would inevitably associate with and communicate with the elite of a world. But we cannot turn a blind eye to the ordinary people at the bottom. That is the fertile ground for him to harvest trust.
"There is less than five thousand left. It will be almost enough after the meeting of heroes." Thinking of this, Feng Linwen patted the wooden box at his hand again.
Inside the box is a copy of "Xuan Yuan Bao Lu", which is the so-called magical secret book compiled by Feng Linyi in the name of Liu Huaian, the crazy number one scholar.
Liu Huaian studied hard in the Three Religions Collection and created peerless magical skills.
But this secret book is true.
It is a martial arts manual from the spiritual world of martial arts. You can download the entire book online, including various live video explanations. It only costs one star coin, and there are also some large and small gifts. This martial arts lies in its breadth rather than its essence. It contains almost all kinds of tendencies and methods of cultivating the spirit, tempering the will, and then combining the will with martial arts to burst out with powerful force in an instant.
None of them are very advanced, but they all have some experience.
"This is a key, but I need to find a way to publicize this key and sow seeds to the whole world. Rather than letting it become a taboo for a very few individuals, I will lose my original intention of passing it on. "Feng Linmo patted the wooden box where the secret books were placed and thought about it carefully.
This may seem simple, but it is not.
The ancient way of disseminating news was very crude. Even if Feng Linwen engraved the entire article on a stone tablet and let everyone 'watch' it, some unsuspecting people would pull out the stone tablet and destroy almost everyone who had seen this martial arts. All the people were killed.
Xuan Yuan Bao Lu, in a world that specializes in spiritual martial arts, can only be regarded as a comprehensive book that covers many, broad but not precise. But in this world, it is a peerless martial arts that does its job.
Because what it adds is power that this world has never had before.
Whoever occupies it alone will gradually gain unimaginable advantages.
Outside the city, the Tatars used siege engines to hit the city walls and gates, and launched another tentative attack.
This seemingly loud movement did not affect the hustle and bustle in the city at all.
The walls of Yangcheng are too high and too strong. The Tatars are only good at bowing, horse riding, and shooting. When faced with such a tough nut, the only way they can think of is to attack by force.
Qunying Pavilion was not originally called Qunying Pavilion. Before the Tatar army besieged the city, it was just an ordinary restaurant. After General Yang Xiaoyun issued an order to ban alcohol in the city, all the restaurants closed. The boss of Qunying Pavilion had a sudden idea and collected a lot of stories about heroes in the world, and asked the storyteller to tell them, while the audience sold some melon seeds, tea, snacks and so on. But it also revitalized the restaurant that could only be closed down, and the original restaurant naturally became a gathering place for people in the world, and some ordinary people who yearned for life in the world.
Despite the imminent danger, the Tatar army never dispersed outside the city.
But life still has to go on, and there are many people who find some fun to numb themselves in their difficulties.
The Qunying Pavilion at this time was naturally very lively.
There are all kinds of yelling and noisy people, as well as people with ulterior motives and people who deliberately seek trouble.
The Daqing Dynasty was powerless, and Yang Xiaoyun watched with cold eyes. The result was that... the so-called 'Meeting of Heroes' led by Feng Linwen was actually a mess.
No one came forward to organize the event at all, and the whole thing... so far, is more like a rumor.
"Ge Laozi! When will that bullshit Jiu Sword Immortal come out? Hurry up and bring the magic book to the Sajia to see. Don't waste the Sajia's time any more. Otherwise, the Sajia will come to the door and take off his head right now. ." A bearded monk sat carelessly on a table in the center of the lobby of Qunying Pavilion. Next to him was a Zen stick mixed with iron. The stick was as thick as an arm, and some grooves that were difficult to clean were still stained with a little... There were scraps of meat that had not been cleaned, and a few naughty flies were dancing around the copper ring on the Zen staff...
The blind old man with a hunchback coughed a few times, and then said in a sharp voice: "Monk Zhizhang! Even if you really have magical powers, it won't have anything to do with you as a monk. I heard that you committed another crime in Nanlu recently, and you died five times in one breath. There are a total of thirty-nine people in this family. Master Tianhong invited the sword that had been closed to the mountain for twenty years and came down to the mountain in person to get rid of this evil obstacle like you... I'm afraid you won't be able to live for a few days!"
The great monk, who looked like he was not a good monk at first glance, laughed loudly and said: "That old thief Tianhong Bald has been poisoned by my Five Poisons Soul Dispelling Incense. Now I am afraid that he has gone to the West to see the Buddha. Where is the skill left? Come here Mind my own business, Lord Buddha."
After saying that, vague shouts and curses came from all around, but few people dared to express their opinions loudly and directly.
Master Tianhong is the great monk’s mentor.
It is a taboo in the world to deceive one's masters and destroy one's ancestors, and even those who practice evil spirits and heretics almost despise such behavior.
In other words, compared to 'little things' such as rape, robbery, murder for money, those who deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors are the evil among evils and the devil among demons.
Monk Zhizhang dared to say such words so blatantly, which shows that he is extremely confident in himself and is not afraid of being attacked by a group of people.
Suddenly, a rainbow light flew from the sky.
He nimbly passed through the crowd, revealing a cold light, and stabbed towards the monk Zhizhang.
"Who is so bold as to plot against me, Lord Buddha?" The great monk held the Zen staff tightly in his hand and glared angrily, like a demon from hell.
The heavy Zen staff, waving in his hand, was as light as a branch. Not only was there a strong wind during the swing, but there was also a faint roar of thunder, and the shadow of the stick formed a ball around him, making it impossible for water to splash into it. It can be seen that this great monk not only has great internal strength, but also his skills are definitely not weak.
The Zen staff collided with the rainbow light, and the rainbow light bounced around, but it kept surrounding Monk Zhizhang, looking for opportunities to take advantage of.
Just when everyone thought there would be a fight, they suddenly heard a sound like the waves of the ocean.
This sound came suddenly, but it was so shocking that everyone was so shocked by the special sound caused by the huge internal force that their chests felt tight and extremely uncomfortable.
The next moment, I suddenly felt a bright light in front of my eyes, as if the sky was torn apart by a sword light...
When the light dissipated, the rainbow light turned into an ancient sword, like a flexible fish, surrounding a man with simple clothes and vicissitudes of eyes.
The body of Monk Zhizhang fell at his feet. Zhizhang, the notorious evil ghost monk, had long since lost his breath.
"You can actually kill Monk Zhizhang with one sword... Who are you?" The tidal wave-like voice gradually dissipated. Most of the people were adjusting their breaths, balancing their own breathing, but there was a Jianghu guest with good internal strength. He stood up first, plucked up the courage, and asked the man.
Whoosh!
The ancient sword was like a green snake, burrowing into the man's broad sleeves.
Looking around, Feng Linwen raised his head slightly, looking up at the floating clouds outside the lobby at an angle of 45 degrees. His eyes were far away, his figure was as graceful as a fairy, and he said softly and melodiously: "Wandering towards the north, Yue Mu Cangwu, sleeves The green snake here is bold and courageous. He entered Yangcheng three times without being recognized by anyone, and sang loudly and flew across Molong Lake. I... Li Jianchen, the Wine and Sword Immortal!"
After saying that, he held something in his hand and said loudly: "I know that you all want this secret book, so come and get it! All my powerful secrets are in it."
