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Not far away, there was a clear sound of iron strikes one after another.

Wang Shaojun leaned back on the cold wall, watching several gang children on the street, collecting protection fees for shops along the street.

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After the Tianyin Gate fell apart, the Xuanjing fish and dragons are now mixed, big fish and small fishes, big snakes and small snakes, flooding here to carve up the territory and resource market that originally belonged to Tianyin Gate.

Especially when Wei He is still living in seclusion in the Black House Mountain, these forces are even more unscrupulous.

In these situations, how many of his royal family are involved in these situations, in fact, he doesn't know.

Boom.

At the entrance of an alley on the right, a cart selling roasted sweet potatoes was kicked over.

An elderly white-haired woman was kicked and fell to the ground. The purse in his hand was snatched away, and the roasted sweet potatoes on the cart were also taken away by a few gangsters, and the rest fell to the ground and were trampled on the ground.

With tears in her eyes, the old woman squatted on the ground, picked up the smashed sweet potatoes one by one with her hands, and carefully put them into a small bag again.

Then she stood up again, straightened the cart with great effort, and slowly walked away.

Wang Shaojun watched without saying a word, without stepping forward to help.

There are too many things like this, even if he helps, it is impossible for him to help a few.

"Come so early?" On the sidewalk, a tall, burly figure, surrounded by a black cloak and hood, approached him.

"Well, it just happened to be busy after a wave. I'm free and have a rest." Wang Shaojun turned his head and looked at the person coming.

Under the black cloak, there is a cold, white face of a man, and it is Weihe, the Wanqingmen who is now in the limelight.

"Suddenly sent a letter to me, what's the matter?" Wang Shaojun asked.

"This is not a place to talk." Wei He looked around. Take the lead and walk towards the opposite shop.

An uncle who sells fruits, happened to be scolded by two strong men on the side.

Because I can't pay the protection fee. The uncle guarded the little grandson at his feet while begging the two of them.

Said that he has paid the protection fee twice, and he really has no money. Now only these fruits are left.

"Who wants your fruit!?" A man slapped the wooden stand of the fruit stand with a fierce slap.

"If you can't pay the money today, just take your grandson out to buy the goods!" the other person angered.

The little grandson next to the uncle was born with big eyes, and his pupils were full of hatred and anger.

He is holding tightly a roll of yellow paper with crooked charcoal writing, which should be a draft he has learned to write.

Boom.

The old man was kicked to the ground. Take the grandson and fell to the ground together.

"In this world, there are always many people who cannot break free from their own lives." Wang Shaojun paused. Looking at Wei He in front.

Wei He sighed and stopped, without speaking.

"These days, I have been busy persuading karma, which is different from before. During this period of time, I have seen far more than I had imagined before."

Wang Shaojun walked to the fruit stand and quietly said a few words to the two gang men.

Then he took a little money from his pocket and gave it to them.

The two men took the money and didn't say anything. They looked at Wang Shaojun and the burly Wei He, and saw that they were not easy to provoke. He also quickly turned and left.

The old man was so grateful to Wang Shaojun that he almost knelt down. Begged him to leave his name and place of residence, and he would pay the money back later.

But Wang Shaojun's sight has been on the little grandson.

That kid also has gratitude in his eyes, but he is more unwilling.

Standing up, he returned to Wei He.

"Do you think I will punish those two gang children, and then punish the evil and promote the good?"

"....." Wei He said nothing.

"I used to do that too." Wang Shaojun didn't go to see the old man who was still grateful behind him, and went straight into a tea shop on the street.

Wei He followed in.

Immediately, Cha Xiaoer greeted them and asked them to sit down.

"Until one day, I found out that the two people I had taught had been thrown away in the stinky ditch outside the city, and died within a few days."

Wang Shaojun smiled lightly and ordered a pot of plum tea and some refreshments.

"Behind everyone, maybe they will have their own difficulties. It is not them that is wrong, but the **** world." He seems to have experienced a lot recently and has a lot of feelings.

"Okay, let's talk about it. It's rare to ask me out today. What do you want to say?" Wang Shaojun looked up at Wei He.

"I originally wanted to ask you about the entry of dirty training." Wei He said solemnly.

"Don't talk about those sighs." Wang Shaojun's eyes didn't know why, although there was a trace of fatigue, they were much brighter than before.

"You want to ask why I get dirty so fast, right?"

"Not bad." Wei He nodded.

"Training the viscera is particular about the silk strength." Wang Shaojun said frankly, "If you can understand the silk strength sooner and train it, you can greatly speed up this process."

"Silk strength?"

"Yes, every visceral master has to go through the stage of easy bone replacement, and silk strength is a way to greatly speed up this process. It can also be said to be a shortcut."

"Different martial arts techniques, why do you need to build different physiques. Reshape the foundation. In order to make people more fit the practice techniques. Have you thought about this?" Wang Shaojun smiled and pointed out.

"I can see it." Wei He nodded.

"So, I searched through the classics and found that the ancestors used to build today's martial arts classics based on silk jin. So everything is based on silk jin."

"Since you asked this question, I will give you something." Wang Shaojun gently touched his arms, and quickly took out a black pattern gold purse.

He took out a small yellowish and black roll of paper from his purse.

"I used this before, now I'll give it to you."

Wei He took it over and unfolded it gently. There was nothing on the paper roll, only some messy silk lines.

"What is this?"

"This is Silk Jin." Wang Shaojun smiled, "It was from this that I understood the principle of Silk Jin, which greatly shortened the process. In fact, I have also heard that the Wu Shi Zong Yueqing Mountain, There are also more detailed details.

This kind of inheritance, which they call Dongzhen Secret Words, is a secret pass that can only be obtained by a true true pass.

This is also the foundation of Wu Shizong who can stand high and overlook Taizhou. Originally, I didn't quite understand it, but it was not until I realized the silk strength that I realized that, indeed, they do have the qualification to overlook the entire state. "

Wei He looked at this somewhat old yellow paper carefully. Although he couldn't see anything for the time being, he could feel a trace of weird rhythm from it.

"I understand what you mean." He said solemnly.

"No, you didn't understand." Wang Shaojun shook his head, "If you could truly worship the Wu Shizong in the first place, then it would be a real chance.

The silk jin you see now is a trick I found after groping for a long time.

But this kind of know-how, it is possible that there are still a lot of no-beginnings. Their true biography does not need to be fumbled by oneself, trial and error by oneself, just step by step, follow the experience of the predecessors, step on the countless accumulation of the predecessors, and move forward with great speed.

A little trick they learn every day may need to be explored by us in a unit of years before we can study it out.

And these know-hows are likely to save us a lot of time and energy. Let us go higher and farther in our lifetime! "

Wang Shaojun said later, his tone gradually became serious and solemn.

Wei He seemed to understand what he said.

"Do you also think that I did not enter the Wusi Sect, it was the wrong choice?"

"I'm just sorry. Based on your qualifications and progress, if you can stay in the Wu Shizong, you may have entered another state now. Maybe it is higher than me." Wang Shaojun sighed.

Wei He shook his head slightly.

"But I don't regret it. There are some things you don't know, I don't want to say, but let him pass the things that have passed."

"You still don't understand that the accumulation of martial arts cannot be caught up by only one or two generations. It is the accumulation of many geniuses step by step, step by step research and exploration, and the height of formation.

No matter how talented you are, you can't pass on, and never try to catch up with the speed of practice of the geniuses in the Wu Shizong sect. "Wang Shaojun sighed.

"Perhaps." Wei He shook his head, "but I don't regret it."

"Let’s not talk about it. Since it’s already out, if you can gather all the nine-cutting real power of the Heavenly Seal, you may also be able to do something. Listen to my persuasion. The height of our predecessors’ countless explorations and accumulations is not our little determination or will. Can catch up.

The gap is the gap. Must face it. You said earlier that you intend to continue to improve as your major with Wanqingmen Covering Rain Force as the core.

I understand you, but if you gather all the 9th Heavenly Seals, you can use it as a reference even if you don’t practice yourself, which will be of great benefit to you. "Wang Shaojun persuaded.

"I will consider." Wei He understood what he meant. "I think you want to see this true skill by yourself, right?"

"You can see through it." Wang Shaojun smiled suddenly, "I am really curious. If you can gather together, I would like to exchange views with you with my Wang family's true skills, how about? My Wang family's spring wind and rain decision, although a little weak It’s a good idea, but all other groping experiences are more comprehensive and perfect than your simple Heavenly Seal Nine-Fighting True Power. I can borrow from you to take a look."

Wei He was suddenly moved.

He didn't expect Wang Shaojun to be so big. Real power exchange viewing, this is not the meaning of a simple sentence.

If he had other intentions, he might be able to find the fatal flaws against the Wang family's true power.

"Finally, let you take a closer look at what silk strength is." Wang Shaojun stretched out his hand and placed it lightly on the back of Wei He's hand.

For a moment, a trace of extremely subtle strength quietly penetrated through the pores on the back of Wei He's hand.

Wei He closed his eyes and realized it carefully.

That trace of strength is extremely weak, even with his five senses, he must use all his strength to barely feel such a trace.

It's like a breeze gently blowing on the hair, the silk jin, penetrates into the skin, enters the blood vessels, fascia, and gently touches Xia Wei He's own bone jin, then it dissipates naturally.

When the silk jin dissipated, Wei He opened his eyes again, and Wang Shaojun was no longer in front of him.

The tea and refreshments on the table in front of me were almost eaten. Time seems to have passed for a long time.

He didn't even know when the other party left.

After carefully recollecting the peculiarity of the strength, Wei He squeezed the roll of yellow paper and quickly settled the bill.

Get up and leave.

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Qingqi County is close to the border of Taizhou and a full five hundred miles away from Xuanjing City.

Here mainly produces a variety of medicinal materials. Five out of ten households in the county live on medicinal materials.

Some people are drug collectors, some are pharmacists, and there are pharmacies, shopkeepers, pharmacists, pharmacists, and so on.

In a small courtyard backing the county.

Nine Shadows, dressed in a gray robe and black jacket, is sitting face to face with a gray-haired old man. There is a black and white game between them, playing fast chess with each hand.

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Fruits such as red peach and grapes were placed around the two of them.

An old woman in a light yellow skirt is holding a tub in a corner of the yard, washing vegetables with tap water.

"How? You lost again!" After a move, the old man smiled and raised his eyes, staring at Jiuying. "Just your level, want to beat me? Hey."

"That's all, let you have another round." Jiuying sighed, pinching his beard.

"Okay, you old man, but you can't do it, but it's interesting to do these moths?"

"It's boring, so I let you win and win, so that you don't lose or win, you don't think it is interesting, then no one will play with me?" Jiuying waved his hand.

"One more game!" The old man scolded and played again.

Cough cough cough.

Suddenly he lowered his head and couldn't help coughing, it seemed that there was some phlegm in his lungs, and he was not breathing well.