lost book

Chapter 17 1. Yipintang
Great Shang Dynasty, Qingli County, Pingyang County, Yipintang.

Jiang Ping, the flag owner of Yipintang, was pinching a small flower with a tangled face, picking the petals down, and kept muttering: "Practice, don't practice, practice, don't practice..."

The last petal of the flower is left at the end, "I don't practice..."

Without giving up, Jiang Ping tore the last petal in half and muttered: "Practice!" The petals that were torn in half scattered on the ground, as if giving Jiang Ping confidence.

"Practice and practice! The golden fingers are here, can I still persuade you?" Jiang Ping slapped his thigh and roared angrily.

"Cough, Lord Jiang Banner, it's early in the morning. Are you going to sing with your voice? What else is a gold finger? A finger made of gold?" The hoarse voice rang in Jiang Ping's ear, which really shocked him. .

Jiang Ping jumped to the side and glanced resentfully at the middle-aged man who looked like a monkey standing behind him: "Cui Houzi, what are you a ghost! You walk without making a sound?"

"Master Jiang Banner, you've wronged me. I'm a scout, and I practice lightness. If I walked with my voice, I wouldn't know how many times I would have died." Cui Houzi defended himself aggrieved.

"Tsk, save yourself, with the lightness of your three-legged cat, I didn't see you walking lightly when you were running!" Jiang Ping retorted with a look of disdain.

"Yes, you are the banner owner, and what you said is right. If I had the skills of those immortal masters, I would still use it here to eat and die? I would have gone home to ask for a wife!" Cui Houzi kicked The petals under the feet said perfunctorily.

"You'd better find a place to daydream. I still have something to do, so I'll go first..." Jiang Ping patted the monkey on the shoulder to encourage him.

Jiang Ping waved his hand, ignoring the aggrieved Cui Houzi who turned around and left. Seeing Jiang Ping walking away, Cui Houzi laughed and scolded: "Jiang Banner's mouth is more poisonous than his backside!"

Jiang Ping returned to his room and heaved a sigh of relief. It has been 16 years since he came to this world, and the freshness of rebirth has long since disappeared. In this world dominated by the cultivating civilization, Jiang Ping feels that he is under a lot of pressure.

People always bring a golden finger or something when crossing, but Jiang Ping is good. He went to the night market and bought a small gourd and crossed. When he woke up, he had to face his uncle's kitchen knife.

After finally escaping, he got into this kind of business of licking blood on the tip of a knife. The so-called Yipintang, at best, is a Jianghu gang, at worst, it is like a bandit organization.

Most of the banner masters in the first-grade hall are first-grade masters. Mortal martial arts training is divided into four realms, non-influential, high-grade, first-grade, and Qi training. .

The realm of qi training is to practice a breath of innate true qi, which is the so-called realm of qi training. Jiang Ping was 14 years old when he escaped. After two years of hard work, he was successfully promoted to the first-rank realm.

Just a few months ago, Jiang Ping was sleeping soundly, and the long-lost little gourd appeared in his dream, leaving behind a strange visualization map and then disappeared again. About the visualization map Jiang Ping heard the legend It's all very mysterious.

"Why does the fox scream in the middle of the night? Is it the loss of morality or the loss of humanity?"

"Why does the man who cultivates the visualization map run naked in the middle of the night? Is he insane or out of control?"

Whenever he thinks of this, Jiang Ping can't get interested in practicing the visualization map, but if he puts the golden finger in front of his eyes and doesn't practice, Jiang Ping feels like a kitten is scratching his heart, very itchy.

Jiang Ping persevered through a large number of ancient books in Yipintang, only to find information about the visualization map. The visualization map is actually a method used by immortal masters to improve their soul and spiritual consciousness.

There are even some magical powers recorded in some visualization pictures, which are the means of immortals. According to Jiang Ping's understanding, the reason why those people died so strangely is probably because they touched the magical powers in the visualization pictures.

In addition, people who practice martial arts pay attention to the physical body, not to the tempering of the soul. If you rashly use a weak soul to comprehend too high supernatural powers, the only way is to destroy the soul, and some visualizations are simply using To increase the strength of the soul.

Jiang Ping has never dared to gamble, who knows if it is a gold finger or a copper finger!It wasn't until just now that he made up his mind to practice the visualization map that was delivered to him. Jiang Ping sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and no darkness came.

A picture scroll on a scroll appeared in front of Jiang Ping. Jiang Ping made up his mind, and with a thought, the picture scroll slowly unfolded in front of Jiang Ping's eyes. On the picture scroll, an old man held a long sword and chopped at a gourd vine.

Jiang Ping was dumbfounded, what the hell is this?Does grandpa chop gourd babies?
The old man was wearing coarse linen clothes, and the long sword in his hand was covered with rust. There was a small gap on the blade, while the gourd vines on the scroll seemed to be connected to chaos. It seemed that the old man and his sword were not at all. It cannot be compared with this stalwart gourd vine.

Jiang Ping wanted to take back his mind, but he seemed to be imprisoned in the picture scroll. The old man swung his sword. It was an ordinary long sword without the slightest fancy. The stalwart gourd vine.

The gourd vine slowly slid down from the rhizome and fell to the ground. The vine fell to the heavens and the earth opened up, and the chaos became clear. The old man threw out the long sword in his hand. The old man waved the worn-out long sword and flew back. The old man turned to face the sky and the earth, and the picture stopped abruptly.

(End of this chapter)