Infinite Journey

At this time, Director Zhang said: "Tang Pavilion Master, you can take this information home and read it. I will hold a banquet another day, please come and gather."

Tang San cupped his hands and said, "Definitely, definitely."

The two chatted, left the underground secret room, and separated at the door of the tea house.

Holding the information of the ghost clan in his hand, Tang San did not wander on the street, but walked towards the place in the barren city that specialized in buying and selling books. Now that his martial arts had reached a bottleneck, he needed more information to understand this. He has a strong premonition that this world is definitely not simple and has huge secrets. To uncover these countless secrets, he needs more and more information.

Half an hour later, Tang San came to a street dedicated to selling books. The books sold here included everything from ancient books to Western theories, as well as astronomy and geography.

Tang San came to a Wenxuan study at random. This was an ancient study, and when he entered it, the smell of ink came to his face.

It's been almost a year since he came to this world. Because he lives in the northwest region, his educational level is relatively low, and the knowledge Tang San can acquire is limited.

Most of the books in the study used ancient fonts, and some even had characters from several dynasties before. Tang San knew he might have gone to the wrong place.

At this time, the shopkeeper of the study, an elegant old man came to Tang San, his body full of bookish aura, so that Tang San could see that he was a learned man.

Tang San has always respected people with knowledge, he has a motto, knowledge changes fate, this is not a falsehood, but a reality.

The shopkeeper came to Tang San and said slowly, "This guest, what book do you want to buy?"

Tang San frowned slightly and said, "Actually, I want to buy a lot of books about history, but I don't know most of the fonts on the books here. I wonder if the shopkeeper can do anything."

The old man looked at Tang San and said with clarity in his eyes: "History, there are actually very few books on this subject, because my eastern kingdom has gone through thousands of years, countless dynasties, and each dynasty has records from historians. Taken together, books about history are on the car. Dou Liang, if you want to fully understand, unless you are an old school for decades, you can’t figure out the ins and outs at all, and I can’t give you any good advice.”

Hearing this, Tang San was slightly disappointed. It might be difficult to understand the way of the past through books. He turned his eyes and said, "Then I don't know if there are books about martial arts and Western theories here."

Hearing this, the old man shook his head and said, "Books of martial arts are generally secret legends from sects, and the outside world will only spread some common killing methods. You can search at the end of this street. It’s a couch-like place, but don’t expect too much.”

"As for Western theory, because the government vigorously promotes it, you can buy complete textbooks on this street, all translated by people who are proficient in Western learning, which should meet your needs."

Tang San nodded and said, "Is that so, thank you sir for your guidance."

The old man heard the words and said, "It's just a matter of raising your hands."

Tang San left the Wenxuan study, walked towards the place pointed by the old man, and came to the end of the street, where a shop called Martial Artist's Home came into Tang San's line of sight.

Outside the bookstore, Tang San's eyes swept around, and saw quite a few people, all of whom were powerful guys.

They hesitated for a while, then walked into the bookstore with a firm expression on their faces. After a while, they quickly left with booklets in their pockets, watching their surroundings vigilantly, as if they were afraid that others would take them away.

Looking at the appearance of these people, Tang San couldn't help but secretly said: "Look at their clothes, they are not rich people, they can only come to these places to try their luck even to learn martial arts."

Just scanning these people slightly, Tang San knew that their conditions would not be very good, and they couldn't even pay the tuition for the martial arts hall.

"Learn the arts of literature and martial arts, sell to the imperial family, and the poor are rich in martial arts. Instead of learning martial arts, it is better to learn articles. Maybe there is a way out in the future."

Looking at these teenagers or young people with hope in their eyes, Tang San knew that unless they had some adventures in this life, it would be like this.

Ignoring them, he strode into the martial artist's house.

Entering the bookstore, I saw a room of more than 50 square meters. There were bookshelves in the middle. Next to each bookshelf, there was a person who looked like a second child guarding it, as if to prevent others from stealing.

Tang San entered the store and began to read the words written on the bookshelf.

"Knife Manual", "Fist Manual", "Sword Manual", "Legging Technique", "Spear Technique", "Cudgel Technique" and several other categories, Tang San casually came to the boxing manual bookshelf and took out a copy of "Flying Fist" .

However, only the first few pages of this book can be opened, and the rest are sealed with paper tape. It seems that if you don't buy it, you won't be able to see the content.

After reading the first few pages, Tang San couldn't help shaking his head. The first page is the general outline~www.readwn.com~ The second page has a picture and the name of the move "One Soaring to the Sky", and the third page is "Three Punching to the Sky" , Looking at this domineering name, I really can't compliment Tang San, the author of the boxing manual.

With a smile, Tang San continued to read other cheats. In a short period of time, he read more than a dozen boxing manuals, and found some things. These boxing manuals are all fighting methods, and some of them may involve some training methods. But it is very superficial, and it is only suitable for ordinary people to strengthen their body.

A flash of light flashed in his mind, Tang San didn't hesitate, and began to choose among the boxing and leg skills that he thought was more peculiar.

About a quarter of an hour later, Tang San found thirty or forty martial arts secrets that he felt were good, and beckoned to Xiao Er, "I want these, calculate how much."

Seeing Tang San holding a pile of cheats in his hand, Xiao Er's expression also changed slightly. Every book here costs ten silver dollars, and these dozens of books are a few hundred silver dollars.

Xiao Er was overjoyed, knowing that a major client was coming, hurriedly walked to Tang San with a smile on his face: "Objective, please, where is our shopkeeper."

Following Xiao Er to the counter, the shopkeeper here was startled when he saw that Tang San had bought so many books, then looked at Tang San and said, "This gentleman, you look like a real master, we sell all the books here. These are ordinary secrets, most of them are spread from various small schools, and they are incomparable with the real big schools, these things should not be of much use to you."

Facing the shopkeeper's question, Tang San said, "I buy these things for my own use, you just need a quote."