Feeling the solemnity in Fazhi's words, Qingyan smiled awkwardly and said, "I understand that Master, Qingyan doesn't know the importance of it."

Fazhi also knew that he was a little too serious. He looked at the young man in front of him and sighed slightly, because he understood that this young man who was destined to be with him was nothing more than the storm waves waiting for him.

Qingyan felt a little cold, so he wanted to change the topic. Suddenly he remembered that he still had many questions about the world, so he asked: "Master, I grew up in this Fanning City since I was a child. The farthest place I went to is the deep forest fifty miles away in the southern suburbs. And the people around me also know very little about the world. Can you tell me about the outside world?"

Hearing this, Fazhi became interested, grabbed a handful of peanuts in his hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "First of all, our country is called Nan Zhao, you know this."

Qingyan nodded.

"Do you know that nearly a hundred years ago, we were not called Nan Zhao, but a single word "Zhao". "After saying that, Fazhi stripped a peanut and put it in his mouth.

Qingyan thought for a while and then replied: "I heard from others that our country is called Nan Zhao, and it was also called Zhao State a long time ago, but I didn't hear anyone else say anything else. It seems to be related to the two northern countries."

Fa Zhi nodded, his tone a little heavy, "Nearly a hundred years ago, Xiliang and Northern Yan were still the territory of our Zhao State, but at that time, foreign relatives interfered in politics, and the imperial power declined. The eight local vassal kings launched rebellions and wars broke out. Originally, the fight between their own people was already covered in bruises, but disasters did not go alone. Just like the sky was about to destroy Zhao, the two Hu clans in the north sent troops south, and in an instant, half of the country had fallen."

Hearing this, Qingyan felt a little moved. Unexpectedly, the northern alien race in this world is still a major concern of the Central Plains dynasty.

"What happened later?"

"I am not very clear about the specific situation back then. I only know that those vassal kings were defeated and fled step by step, and the royal family was also killed during this period. Fortunately, Zhao Zheng, the prefect of Lujiang, the imperial clan at that time, was the founding emperor of Southern Zhao. He was the founding emperor of Southern Zhao. He was a man of culture and martial arts. He was in a state of decline and used his extraordinary skills to merge and defended half of the country. After that, the two Hu clans in the north also established the country in the north, and confronted our Nan Zhao for many years and fought endlessly."

Qingyan carefully savored Fazhi's words. It turned out that the current Southern Zhao State was only half of the previous Zhao State. It seemed that the war between these three countries would definitely be endless.

Fazhi suddenly straightened his body and smiled and said, "I am not interested in these major national affairs, so I don't know much. Does the donor Qing want to know a more exciting world?"

"Master is talking about the world?"

Seeing Qingyan so conscious, Fazhi smiled even stronger, "That's right, it's the world. I think this world is much more interesting than the temple."

Qingyan also became interested and asked curiously: "Master, then tell me quickly, how wonderful the world outside is."

"Hahaha, when it comes to this world, it's too big to explain it for a while, but if you want to talk about the most exciting part, you have to mention these 'Eight Great Skills'." Fazhi peeled another peanut, threw it into his mouth and asked mysteriously: "Have you ever heard of a poem by donor Qing?"

Qingyan scratched his head and said puzzledly: "I wonder what the master is asking about?"

"Don't ask about the waterfalls in the Fantasy and Netherworld, and the eight arms of the sky and jade block the river."

A poem that makes people confused makes Qingyan a little confused. Does this poem have anything to do with the world? Then he asked: "Master, I heard of this poem for the first time. Does it have any profound meaning?"

Fazhi smiled and shook his head, and joked: "You are still a disciple of the Qingzhu Gang. Lin Jialuo, the current leader of your Qingzhu Gang, is in this poem." After such a joke, Qingyan felt a little embarrassed: "I really don't know this. I only heard that the leader of the Lin Gang is very skilled in martial arts. Master, are there a few people in this poem?"

"Yes, this poem contains the eight great skills in the world!"

Looking at Qingyan's eagerness to understand, Fazhi did not keep it a secret and explained: "The poem talks about the eight strongest martial arts in the world, namely 'Don't Ask Thirteen Swords', 'Illusion and Netherworld Great Technique', 'Taiyin Helan', 'Flying Waterfall Tai Peak', 'Eight-Armed Divine Ape', 'Great Dream of the Sky', 'Jade Clear Mirror', 'Cut River Finger', 'Eight-Armed Martial Arts', 'Great Dream of Flowing the River Finger'."

Listening to these mysterious or domineering names, for a moment, it seemed like a novel world that opened the door for Qingyan, and then said with a little excitement: "Master, these are all the names of martial arts, so who are the ones who master them?"

But Fazhi laughed in silence: "Grandpa Qing, it seems that you, a disciple of Qingzhu Gang, are really not qualified. You really don't know the Great Dream Aotian magic skill of your gang leader Lin? It's okay, but I don't know much. I only know the three skills of the Jiejiang Finger in Zhanlu Temple in Putuo Mountain, the Mo Wen Sword of Wu Yue Sword, and the Great Dream Aotian by your gang leader Lin Jialuo.

Qing Yan was a little yearning for these strange top martial arts and sects in the world. Thinking of the man who had no dream of martial arts when he was young, since he had brought himself to this world this time, no matter whether he could see it or not, it would be good to listen to Fazhi to talk about it.

Then Qingyan also peeled a few peanuts and asked, "Master, have you seen these magical skills?"

"Ahem cough cough..."

Fazhi seemed to be stimulated by this sentence, and suddenly coughed violently, which scared Qingyan. Just as he wanted to get up, he found that Fazhi had raised his hand and shook it, indicating that it was okay.

After a while of slowing down, he spoke, "Donor Qing, do you think I am a peerless master? It is said that I have seen these top martial arts people have no life to talk to others. You understand what I mean."

Qingyan knew that his words were a little abrupt, so he quickly bowed his hand to express his apology.

But Fazhi pondered for a while and said, "But over the years, some rumors of unknown authenticity have been circulated in the world. It is said that the Thirteen Swords of the Wu Yue Swords are magical and mysterious, and the moves are unpredictable. The Zhejiang Finger of Zhanlu Temple is not much inferior. The legend has reached the extreme and can divide rivers, and the name of Zhejiang Finger comes from this. I have heard of these above, and I don't know what the other six magic skills are."

At this time, Qingyan's thoughts had already unfolded with Fazhi's explanation. He seemed to see a man holding a sharp sword in his hand and killing all directions, and also seemed to see a man standing on a reef with his two fingers cutting the sea.

Fazhi looked at Qingyan's expression and knew that he had fallen into his imagination. He did not bother him, but ate peanuts happily.

Before he knew it, a rooster crow interrupted Qingyan's thoughts. He looked out the window as if he had woken up from a dream, and the sky had turned white. But when he turned around, he found that the monk Fazhi who had been sitting opposite him had disappeared.

Qingyan quickly stood up and searched, but after searching the entire courtyard, he could not find the figure of Monk Fazhi, which made him feel a little lost. It was a pity to finally meet someone who was so knowledgeable and did not carefully understand other interesting stories. But what he cared most was that it was a life-saving favor, and it might be impossible to repay it as Fazhi left without saying goodbye.

Back on the bed, Qingyan took out the stone on his chest and watched.

Monk Fazhi clearly understood some of the situation of this stone, and solemnly warned not to show it to others easily, but in the end he did not say anything about the stone. It seemed that he would hide his body in the future.

Thinking of the four masked men last night, there is no way to know what their purpose was.

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In a blink of an eye, two days passed and the day we agreed with the hall master was also here. The wound on the left arm was healed because of Fazhi's wound medicine. It seemed that the things in the small porcelain bottle must be priceless. Fortunately, I didn't use much that night, and the remaining Fazhi was not taken away, but left to Qingyan.

At dusk that day, Qingyan came to a money shop and exchanged all the cash silver in his hand into silver notes. He left only some broken silver on his body and walked towards the East City Gate.

When I arrived at Shiliting Pavilion in the eastern suburbs, Qingyan sat on the pillar and waited patiently. This is also one of Qingyan's advantages, and he is extremely tough and endurance.

I remembered the conversation between the head and the deputy hall master on the night before, and there were 5,000 taels in advance and afterwards. If it were not for the person who bid, the mind was broken, the goal was also difficult. Compared with the two points, Qingyan naturally tended to be the latter. Although he was very resistant to this job, he had no choice but to agree when he thought of Lao Zhang's kindness.

Two minutes later, Qingyan heard the sound, opened his eyes and stood up. From a distance, he saw the master in black clothes in front of him walking towards him.

He quickly greeted the hall master, bowed and said, "Lord, the villain is ready and can act at any time."

The master nodded and said, "Okay, Qingyan, this time it is important. We must act cautiously. Come with me."

Then, Qingyan followed the hall master toward the bamboo forest in the southeast.

Entering the bamboo forest and finding a hidden place, the hall master and Qingyan bent down.

"Qingyan, according to the news, the target will come here at the ugly moment, and now the time is almost the same. You and I must cheer up and must not miss it."

Qingyan sneered in his heart, thinking that you and the deputy hall master had received a total of 5,000 taels, and they only had 200 taels in their hands. I had heard of those who were so naughty, but I had never met you so naughty. It would be better to think that Yu Qingzhu had helped me. When I got the money, I would discuss going to Bashu with the hall master.
Chapter completed!