Under the dim candlelight, in the tombstone room with only breathing sounds, the shadows of the three people were drawn and printed on the wall crookedly. At first glance, they looked like monsters.

Zhao Boduan said to Qianyue and Liu Qingqing: "You should lay a solid foundation in martial arts first, and don't think about practicing peerless magical skills in one breath." After that, he jumped and ascended to mid-air, the long sword with his right hand turned into a full moon, and cut it off to the small characters on the top of the room.

Rush, a wave of gravel fell down and fell to the ground. Zhao Boduan was in the air and had no way to leverage his strength, so he quickly landed on the ground. He jumped a few more times and destroyed all his mental techniques and secret techniques.

Qianyue looked up and found that the Nine Yin Scriptures on the top of the room were no longer complete. The Nine Yin Scriptures in the middle were empty for more than a hundred words, and the tricks engraved in other places also became scattered.

She stared at her eyes, was startled, and shouted angrily: "Why did you destroy it? I want to learn the Nine Yin Scriptures alone! You are really despicable."

Zhao Boduan squatted down, wrapped the gravel on the ground in a towel, put it in his backpack, and said, "If you leave it here, who knows if you will learn it? I don't want others to understand my martial arts clearly. Don't talk about me, will you separate half of the money you earn?"

Qianyue glared at Zhao Boduan angrily, but this was useless. Zhao Boduan was still not rushing to clean up the fragments. The anger made her more and more depressed, and her chest was almost vomiting blood as if there was cotton wool blocking her.

The next morning, Zhao Boduan left the ancient tomb and came to the small town at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. He bought a remote yard and began to study the martial arts of the Nine Yin Scriptures. As for whether Qianyue and Liu Qingqing could join the ancient tomb sect, he didn't care at all.

After studying it, he found that the Nine Yin Scriptures were indeed profound and profound. Even this sub-part article recorded a secret technique such as the secret of heart technique, the secret of acupoint removal, the secret of holding a breath, the Great Demon-Subduing Fist, etc. If you obtain all the Nine Yin Scriptures, there will be at least more than ten secret techniques on it.

Zhao Boduan thought that even if he only got the rest, it didn't matter, as long as the mental method was there, because the first thing he had to do was not to practice these powerful secret techniques, but to combine the Sunflower Book obtained from Dongfang Bubai with the Mind Method of the Nine Yin Sutras, and to try whether he could use the internal force of the Nine Yin Sutras to activate the moves on the Sunflower Book.

According to his inference, the Nine Yin Sutras and the Sunflower Book generate both internal forces with Yin attributes and should be universal. If the sequelae of the Sunflower Book can be solved, it will turn around and become a unique secret book like the complete version of the Nine Yin Sutras.

Ten days later, Zhao Boduan obtained an internal force after practicing the Nine Yin Sutra. Although it was as thin as a toothpick, it was the result of this month. After comparing it, he found that the speed at which the Nine Yin Sutra generates internal force is 1.1 times that of the Sunflower Book, 1.6 times that of the Zixia Divine Art, and 3.1 times that of the Evil-Breaking Sword Score, which is really amazing. Not only is there a large number, but he can also feel that the internal force impurities generated by the Nine Yin Sutra are the least.

Zhao Boduan came to the only tree in the yard - the five or six meters high jujube tree - and activated the toothpick-like internal force along the meridians on the Sunflower Book. He kicked his feet and his body rose like a rocket, and with a whoosh, he rose to level with a top of the jujube tree. This was only 40% of his light skills.

"Hahaha, it's so good, I succeeded!" Zhao Boduan was in the air. Seeing that his guess was useful and his practice was successful, the excitement and surprise in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He suddenly burst out laughing wildly, shocking the little red dates on the branches of the jujube tree under his feet fell one after another, densely filled the open space under the tree as soon as rain.

From then on, Zhao Boduan focused on practicing the internal strength of the Nine Yin True Sutra, transforming all the internal strength of the evil-proof sword score, Zixia magical skills, and Sunflower Book cultivation, and transforming it into the internal strength of the Nine Yin True Sutra.

Just when Zhao Boduan practiced the Nine Yin Scriptures frequently, the others were much more miserable.

A few days ago, when Wan Jifei, Dai Yan and seven others joined the Quanzhen Sect, they were very happy. Although they spent twenty taels of silver to enter the sect and became penniless, as long as they thought that they would learn martial arts in no time, they were full of fighting spirit and their blood was boiling.

But soon reality hit Wan Jifei and the others with a heavy blow, making them recognize the reality and fall from the clouds to the ground.

The two Taoist priests who collected the money led the seven people to a remote hall near the woods. After explaining a few words to a fat Taoist priest in his twenties, they turned around and left without even looking at the seven people.

"You seven are now disciples of our Quanzhen Sect, but every newcomer has to be a servile servile for three years. Let's see where there is still a shortage of people." The fat Taoist priest opened a thick account book, and his thick and short fingers quickly checked page after page.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lu Xindong." The fat Taoist priest briefly introduced his name and said, "Now the firewood is short of people, so you will start chopping firewood today. Also, report your name and I will register it for you so that you can allocate the room to you. Otherwise, you don't blame me if you don't have a place to sleep."

When Wan Jifei saw Lu Xindong sitting in the chair in front of him, he seemed to be there. He asked him to chop firewood for three years, but he wouldn't be exhausted. He had never done such a heavy job, and three years had been too long.

He couldn't help but say, "Senior Brother Lu, we are the two seniors who we recommended to enter the sect. They are the two seniors we just told you. They shouldn't have to be slaughter."

Lu Xindong slapped the booklet in his hand on the table, making a loud "pop" sound, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face, and shouted: "I will be the one here. You can do whatever I ask you to do. If you don't want to do it, you can go down the mountain. Our Quanzhen Sect will never stop anyone. No matter how you got in, I will all split the materials."

"I'll report your names one by one, I'll register now." Lu Xindong spitted Wan Jifei's face and saw that no one left the seven people, so he had to grab the brush and register their names one by one. Then he led the seven people to a very large woodshed like a warehouse.

After Wan Jifei and the seven men were transferred to the firewood management again, the manager in his fifties appointed a dormitory for the seven men, and gave each of the seven men an old axe, and then issued a request to chop 500 kilograms of firewood every day. Those who did not complete the task had no food to eat.

Holding axes weighing seven or eight pounds in their hands, the seven people's faces were not good-looking, and some people had angry flames in their eyes. It was obvious that they were cheated by the two Taoist priests who collected money. They were assigned to the work of splitting materials, not only did they have to work heavily every day, but they also had difficulty learning martial arts.

The seven people entered the woodshed as big as the warehouse. They saw dry raw materials, like hills, piled high. There was a strong smell of wood floating in the woodshed, which smelled pretty good. Dozens of people were already chopping the woodshed, making constant noises.

Dai Yan's eyes rolled, and he found a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy who looked honest, and asked with a smile: "Hello, brother, are you a disciple of Quanzhen Sect? Have you learned martial arts?"

The young man was wearing a single dress and raised a log that was one meter thick and high in sea bowl. He swung his axe with both hands and slashed it hard on the log, and neatly split the wood into two even halves.

He heard Dai Yan's question, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and said honestly: "The people here are disciples of Quanzhen Sect. I have learned a little superficial internal skills. You don't know, after practicing the mental method, I have become much stronger. I used to be able to split the wood."

Dai Yan's eyes were delighted and thought to himself: It seems that you can learn martial arts even by splitting materials, so this is not unbearable. He then asked, "How long do you have to be a tragic servant? We seven of us have to split the firewood for three years." He pointed to himself and the six people who were standing not far away but still moving.

The boy looked at Dai Yan and the other six people curiously, and found that they were much older than him. He said, "We disciples of the Quanzhen Sect only need to be servile workers for one month every year. If we practice martial arts very quickly, we can do heavy work such as carrying water and chopping wood. Do you really have to split wood for three years? It's really strange."

"Thank you, brother." Dai Yan's face suddenly became gloomy. All the happiness just now flew away. He walked to the six people and cursed in a low voice, "Damn fat man, he actually asked us to do three years of servitude."

Jin Haifeng threw the axe to the ground and cursed: "Damn, those two Taoist priests and those surnamed Lu are both bastards. They only need to work as a traitor for a month and ask us to be fools for three years. Do we think we are fools? No more! I want to join another sect."

Wan Jifei, Dai Yan and others threw the axe and started to scold them with the swear words they had learned. Suddenly, they were like a small string of firecrackers, crackling and clattering, attracting the curious eyes of many young men chopping firewood.

However, Yin Hua did not curse, but found an open space, erected a piece of wood, and began to chop firewood, and he followed the young man's chopping firewood at once.

Seeing this, the other six people asked in confusion: "Yin Hua, do you really want to split the firewood here for three years? Don't go to other sects to try it."

Yin Hua was not proficient in chopping wood for the first time. After slashing it, the axe was stuck in the middle of the wood. At this time, he grabbed the handle of the axe with both hands, raised the axe with the wood, and then slammed heavily on the ground. Finally, he divided the wood into two pieces of different sizes.

He gasped, his chest fluttered violently, as if he was very tired, and said, "I want to stay in Quanzhen Sect. If you want to go down the mountain, go down the mountain, don't worry about me. But I want to say, do you have money? What if you meet Mongolian cavalry on the road? If you want to eat a king meal or rob, you may be beaten to death by a martial arts person. If you meet Mongolians, you will deeply understand the consequences of the inferior Han people in Mongolia."

The other six people were silent, picked up their axes and tried hard to chop firewood.
Chapter completed!