Chapter 11 Past ()

"What strange thing?" Xue Qing and Situ Ping asked at the same time.

Mr. Yanming continued: "When the four of us climbed to the top of the mountain with wine and wine, it was morning. The sun had just risen. When we walked to the only big pine tree on the top of the mountain, we found that someone had occupied that place long ago."

"It was an old beggar with white hair and hair, with a rosy face and a fairy-like appearance. He lay slanted on the stone slab under the tree. The rising sun shone on him, like a god." Mr. Yan Ming narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly, as if he was recalling the past.

"It's just that his clothes were ragged, and he looked like a beggar. We thought he would be the elder of the Beggars' Sect, but he did not carry a cloth bag. When the old beggar saw us coming over, he asked, "You know how to do martial arts?" We all nodded and said yes, and then he asked, "You have wine and meat?" We nodded and said yes. He said, bring the wine and meat. At that time, I took the wine and meat, and I, a god and ghost, listened to him and handed the wine and meat to him. When the old beggar saw the wine and meat, his eyes were radiating, no less than the sunshine shining on him."

"The old beggar took our wine and meat, and was not polite. He started eating and drinking voraciously. It was strange that the four of us watched him eat and drink until he finished eating all the wine and meat. Then he wiped his mouth and said, "Good wine and meat will last forever. Then he said to me, "You are not bad, and then to the other three, you are not bad."

"Then the old beggar took out a piece of skin from his arms, tore it into four petals with bare hands, and threw it over to us one. I followed my one, and was about to open my eyes to watch it, but the old beggar took out a booklet from his arms and threw it over. After doing this, he lay on the stone again, closed his eyes and ignored us. We were confused. We opened the skin in our hands and looked carefully. That is, the ones you hold now, but we were puzzled. So I opened the booklet again. The contents made me more and more shocked and excited. Everyone knew that I had encountered a good thing when I saw it. After I finished reading it, your masters also read it. Only then did we realize that we had picked up the treasure."

"According to the booklet, this leather is drawn on the treasure map left by a swordsman named Qu Da three hundred years ago. The place where the treasure is hidden is the sour jujube forest in front of us. Qu Da got this treasure map and found the sword score and medicine here. Later, he lived in seclusion here for more than ten years to practice swords, and became a great hero in the martial arts world. After Qu Da achieved his martial arts, he did not take away the sword score and medicine, so he stayed here, looking forward to those who are destined to come in later generations. The booklet also talks about how to use the skin and the time to enter the treasure land. To be honest, the four of us were immediately excited and wanted to find this place to get the treasure immediately, but after looking at the time, we realized that only on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month every year, we had the opportunity to enter, and we calmed down."

Mr. Yanming looked at the dark sky and continued, "To be honest, we were dizzy at first when we saw the huge pie that fell on our heads. It was incredible when we woke up. However, the old beggar was still lying on the stone, and we were full of doubts and greetings, waiting for him to wake up. However, we soon discovered that the old beggar was not asleep, but had no breathing at all. The four of us had checked in front of us and he did die. So after we buried him, we discussed the matter of collecting treasures. However, since it was still early to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, we would go back to the sect to implement the authenticity of the treasures, and also plan the details of the treasures well, and agreed on the time and place for the next meeting."

"When we meet next time, we all took out the information we collected. It turned out that three hundred years ago, a one-armed swordsman appeared in the world. His name was very ordinary, named Qu Da, with great martial arts and honest people. At that time, he often heard about his deeds of eliminating violence and practicing heroism and doing righteousness, but no one knew his origin. Everyone tried their best to inquire about his master and origin, but they had nothing to do. Qu Da never competed with others because it was based on

What he said was that his sword moves were all killer moves, and they could not be used for competition. Moreover, he was not well-known. Although his martial arts skills were very high, no one could compare him with the top few in the world. However, according to Taoist Master Qingmao, the best martial arts master at that time, he saw Qu Da's sword technique and thought he could not compare to his sword intention that was unswerving and murdering for a moment. After hearing this statement, the whole world was in an uproar, and no one dared to provoke Qu Da."

"However, people who also wanted to be famous entangled Qu Da and asked for the competition, but Qu Da hid them all. Until one time, Qu Da encountered the second master of the Demonic Dao who washed a village with blood. He took the initiative and took the initiative to kill him under the sword. From then on, his ears became quiet, and no one came to die again. Yunzhou where Qu Da lived, which was called Pingyang City three hundred years ago, no one dared to do anything wrong."

"In fact, what we are most envious is not his martial arts skills. Sword Book. Only Wan Jianfeng's people are truly envious." Mr. Yan Ming smiled and said to Ma Xiangyang. "We found that Qu Da actually lived to be 120 years old."

"Ah~" The six young people who listened to the story screamed in surprise.

People in the world are not as good as ordinary people. They have lived on the edge of the knife all their lives, and they will inevitably suffer internal injuries and external injuries. They may not be seriously injured when they are young, but they will show their power in their later years. Unless people who have profound internal skills are rarely alive for eighty years. So this Qu Da Neng is really a miracle.

At this time, the eyes of several young people also shone light, thinking about whether they could find medicines to prolong their lives in the dense forest. In fact, most of them have the same attitude towards secret books. They can't finish practicing martial arts in this sect, so how can they have time to practice other schools? Besides, even if it is a superb martial art, it depends on time and sweat to accumulate? Everyone here is not young, and their meridians are also fixed. If you practice it, you will definitely get half the result with twice the effort. How can you do it?

If a fool does such a thing, it would be better to get some personal benefits. If you can live for 10 years, that means you will enjoy ten more years and practice martial arts for ten more years. Wouldn't it be much better than a superb martial art? Of course, if you have any superb sword skills that can be brought back to add bricks and tiles to our sect, it can be regarded as giving strength to the development of the sect. At that time, the sect's classics will be recorded and will be famous for the eternal period. As you think about it, it seems that everyone has seen the other party's saliva.

When Mr. Yanming saw the expressions of these juniors, he smiled and continued, "So the four of us continued to discuss the matter of treasure hunting and treasure collection. We also assigned different personnel to search for similar terrain according to their respective forces. The sky paid off. We finally discovered this Shiren Peak two months ago. Finally, according to our prior discussion, in order not to attract the attention of other sects, they were all in charge of this sect, but they sent out second-generation outstanding disciples from this sect. Even those who might attract other people's attention, such as the head disciple, who had no sect founding sect, would not send people to get the treasure."

"Of course, you are all reliable candidates in the sect and are the confidants of the head of this sect. We have discussed before coming. If you have any adventures in the treasure land, they will belong to you." Immediately, everyone immediately looked up and finally knew why the master sent him, not others. Mr. Yanming continued: "Now we have to talk about the most important way to allocate treasures." When everyone heard it, they immediately looked stern and listened carefully. "If the treasures can be distributed equally, then the distribution will be evenly. If there are differences, first allocate equally. How do you think the remaining ones should be distributed equally?"

Everyone was stunned and surprised. This lay Buddhist Yan Ming was humorous. At this moment, he was thinking about exploring his juniors. He was such a wonderful person. No wonder the masters could let him come alone to lead a group of juniors. Wen Wenhai touched his nose and said, "Landist, the people of the Jianghu have their own rules. Let's decide with their fist, foot and martial arts." The remaining few also agreed. The lay Buddhist Yan Ming said in a mysterious way: "You masters also said so. At first, they said it was a sword comparison, but

Except Wan Jianfeng, everyone else disagreed with it, and they said that the boxing technique was compared. Except for the Piaomiao Sect, everyone else disagreed with it. The leg technique was still the same. So they said that they would compete in three games, three games, two wins, and the point was the same. But how could you and I have such a good match? They were worried about the comfort of their disciples. After all, you are all their direct disciples or relatives. Alas, they were having a lot of quarrels, and finally I came up with an idea and solved it in one sentence. What method do you guess?"

Everyone looked at each other, staring at each other with big eyes, unable to guess at any time. Mr. Yanming fell beside him and encouraged him. Finally, Xue Qing blushed and said stammeringly: "Previous...sen, could it be scissors and stone cloth?" After saying that, his face was almost bleeding. Mr. Yanming said in surprise: "Miss Xue's heart is so beautiful that he guessed it very well." Everyone was in an uproar, but only Wen Wenhai had a strange expression on his face.

Everyone looked at the thin-faced senior master in front of him with respect and looked like an old and pedantic, and couldn't help but feel kind, and muttered in their hearts: "Why is it so surprised that people are so big? My master has a stern face every day, so how can he have such a demeanor?"

Just as everyone was complaining about their masters, Mr. Yanming glanced at the morning glow in the sky, slapped his forehead, and said, "Hurry, go to the woods, don't miss the time."

After saying that, I ran to the edge of the woods first.

At this time, the rising sun happened to pop out from the other side of the mountain, and a shadow flew over the woods like lightning, just passing through the two trees on the edge of the woods, and quickly retreating towards the Shiren Peak.
Chapter completed!