The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 233 Jin Zhiping

On the fourth day, Xiang Yang went to the kitchen in the dungeon to cook in person, cooked a large table of luxurious dishes, and brought them to the cell where Jin Zhiping, the incense master of Zoroastrianism, lived.

In fact, Xiang Yang didn't care about getting any benefits from this person. He just wanted to know some news, such as Master Yu and the killers he trained.

"It turns out that you killed an elder of our Fire Worship Cult, and that's why you were assassinated by the killers under the command of the Rain Master. It's a smart way to come here to escape, but the time of one month is too short, at least three months will be possible." Get out of the way."

The dim candle was burning in the hollow of the wall. In the prison cell, the aroma of wine and coriander was overwhelming. Jin Zhiping took a deep breath intoxicated. He was full of surprise when he smelled the smell of fireworks on Xiang Yang's body. This young man was a good cook , it is rare.

Jin Zhiping is a man of about forty years old, his martial arts has been abolished, his breath is bleak, but he is very free and easy. After hearing Xiang Yang's entanglement with the Zoroastrianism, he didn't take it seriously at all. On the contrary, his attitude was very indifferent, as if he had seen through the world .

In fact, the same is true, he has been in prison for seven years, even without accidents, he will stay until he dies, what about the Zoroastrianism has nothing to do with him.

"I don't know about Zu Wanchun you mentioned. There must have been no such person among the elders in the church at that time. I think it may have been newly promoted and developed later.

As for the envoy who can use the Qianshan Breaking Palm Technique, it should be Zhang Feng. Although this person's martial arts is common among the envoys, it is not something you can deal with. You are lucky to have a nobleman help. "

"I don't care about these, I just want to know about Rain Master and the killers he trained."

In his eyes, Zhang Feng's martial arts are already very good. At least up to now, his martial arts has been improved and improved by leaps and bounds. He still has no certainty in fighting the opponent. Is mediocre.

"Master Yu is actually the leader of one of the four wind, thunder, rain and lightning sects of the Fire Worship Sect. These four sects are responsible for assassination and protection. I don't know his martial arts. I only know that Zhang Feng can't beat him.

And the killers he trains are also very distinctive, their martial arts may not be very high, but their hearts must be vicious and ruthless, and their killing methods must be fast and ruthless.

What you should pay attention to is that these killers under him are especially good at disguising, you have to be careful of strangers who appear suddenly around you, it is very likely that they are the killers sent by the rain master.

The reason why he didn't do anything was because he was not sure yet. When he got acquainted with you, he would show his fangs. Few people would be wary of friends or acquaintances around them. "

After a pause, Jin Zhiping rolled up a piece of beef tendon with his tongue, chewed and swallowed, showing a happy smile,
"The reason why I said you have to stay here for at least three months is because Master Yu has a rule that if you can't kill the target within three months, then give up, at least temporarily, this person is very impatient. "

A killer lacks the most indispensable patience, which seems ironic to Xiang Yang, but he knows that Master Yu is not just a killer, because he will never be the one who kills himself.

"Hey, your frog porridge is very sweet. If you ask me, it's too dangerous to be a fast catcher. You might die if you mess around in the rivers and lakes. Why don't you open a restaurant with your skills, and the business will definitely explode."

"Business? You know, I don't have the patience to do business either.

Although the rivers and lakes are dangerous, they are even more exciting. Don't you like the thrill of beating your heart and facing the unknown? "

Xiang Yang also took a mouthful of wakame and put it in his mouth, his eyes were calm.

Possessing unrivaled martial arts, but hiding in the mountains and forests, this kind of state may one day in the future he will understand after going through vicissitudes of life, but it is definitely not now.

"Yeah, I used to like that kind of feeling too, but you saw the ending. Martial arts were abolished, people were imprisoned in a dark dungeon, and there was no hope of getting out in this life. What's the use?
If you have never lost your freedom, you will not know the value of freedom. For so many years, I have even forgotten the appearance of mountains and rivers, the fragrance of flowers and plants, do you think it is sad or not? "

When Jin Zhiping said this, he was still smiling and eating, but because of this, he looked even more desolate and tragic, making Xiang Yang silent for a moment.

"Life is precious, but love is more expensive. If it is for freedom, both can be thrown away. This is probably the feeling."

Xiang Yang sighed, but he was not afraid or discouraged because of what happened to Jin Zhiping. He shook his head and said firmly,

"You have ended up today, it's not that you are on the wrong team, and it has nothing to do with Zoroastrianism. There is only one reason for everything, you are not strong enough.

But I am different, I will continue to become stronger, I believe that when one day becomes the world's invincible strong, it will be an extremely peak state. "

The sentence that you are not strong enough made Jin Zhiping's eyelids droop, and the movement of holding vegetables in his hands stopped for an instant. This is true, because not every Zoroastrian is a prisoner like him.

But Xiang Yang's last sentence made him smile again, shaking his head speechless, the young man is very ambitious, but who isn't?
Back then when he was a fledgling, he had the same lofty ambitions and aimed at the strongest in the world, but he was quickly beaten by reality. Everyone has dreams, but how many can realize them?
The world is vast, and if we only talk about the nineteen states of the Great Zhou Dynasty, one state after another, who dares to say that it is the strongest?
The holy leader of the Zoroastrianism did not dare, and the Dragon King of the Dajiang League did not dare. If these masters are like this, isn’t what Xiang Yang said ridiculous?

Of course, Jin Zhiping understands the spirit of youth. Young people, after all, have to think about it. If you really become such a desolate old man like him, the world should perish that day. How can there be waves of young knights who rush into the rivers and lakes one after another? Woolen cloth?
"Okay, I've finished asking what I want to ask. It's time to leave. I hope you can live for two more years. Maybe one day in the future, I will come here again and let you see the scenery outside."

Xiang Yang could naturally see what was going on in Jin Zhiping's mind. Anyone who heard what he said would react in the same way, because even if there were wordless scriptures, he himself was not absolutely sure that he could do that.

It’s just that everyone must have a goal, as big as the heart is, the world will be as big. When your goal is to look at the stars and the sea, you will not be proud and complacent about the small improvement in front of you, because you know that it is far from enough.

"Just leave like this? You don't want my martial arts with pure inner breath?"

Jin Zhiping wiped his mouth. This was the first time someone left so simply, which caught him off guard. Those people in the past wished they could take off his underpants.

"No need, I have achieved my purpose of coming here, so I will leave your martial arts to others."

Xiang Yang is very straightforward. Can an auxiliary martial art with pure inner breath be compared with Shenzhaojing?

Less than three months later, the Shenzhao Sutra was in hand, and Jin Zhiping's martial arts were nothing more than tasteless, so what's the point?

What's more, he has learned that this martial art is more aimed at warriors who are addicted to drugs. Their true qi is mixed, so they need this skill to purify their true qi.

Except for a hundred-year-old ginseng, all his internal energy is self-cultivation, or the heavenly book directly imbues the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which is extremely pure and unnecessary.

(End of this chapter)