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on Qi Huan and Jin Wen, and couldn’t help but frowned. He frowned and became suspicious. He was familiar with the memorization of this section of the book, but he didn’t think there was any subtle words of practice hidden in it.

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The ancient grandpa didn’t know that this monster kid was slandering his knowledge, thinking that he was shocked by what he said, and continued with a little color: “Qin Shihuang burned books and deceived Confucianism, so the Confucianism sect was cut off and waited until the Ming Dynasty.” Wang Yangming practiced qi in the army, and the Tongcheng School continued his work to keep the incense. Buddhism was introduced from the west to the Central Plains, and there were countless followers. It also had its own practice method, which was the Zen school in the future. Taoism’s comprehension is another category. These three types of methods are gathered in one place, and the disciples of the three schools have the ability to surpass the world, so it is called the upper three days.”

The more Yi Tianxing listened, the more mysterious he became, and the more he didn’t believe it. When he heard this, he frowned and said, “Wait a minute, I sound a little confused.”

The ancient grandfather looked at him with a little surprise, and made a gesture of please.

“Old man, the three days you mentioned seem to be acquired practice. Then I will tell you about my physique, but I have it when I beat a baby. How can I explain it?”

The old grandfather hesitated for a long time, and suddenly became angry from embarrassment: “I don’t know so much, but in the world, there are people who have an indestructible body like you, apart from practicing Zen in Buddhism, how can I explain it?”

Yi Tianxing’s heart became cold for a while, and he couldn’t help being suspicious of what the old fox said before, but thinking that the old guy had no reason to put himself in a battle to invite him home, just to deceive himself, he probably still knew something, so he Then he asked: “Tell me first why you are so interested in my body. I believe you have no desire to sell me to a national laboratory.”

The old grandfather looked at his face, and after a long while, he sighed quietly: “You are lonely, in fact, so am I.”

After saying this, the old grandfather stretched his hand straight to the wall next to him, and where his finger pointed was a fine brushwork landscape painting drawn by an unknown artist.

The painting on the picture shows the scenery outside Xizhimen, a famous capital city in the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty. The Yuhe River is painted with clear water, densely planted on both sides, and the shade is like a cover. In the corner of the landscape painting, Yuan Zongdao, one of the three Yuans of the Public Security Bureau, was copied. Journey to Kek Lok Si Temple.

Yi Tianxing followed his fingers to look over, and saw the tiny small characters on it: “Gaoliang bridge water, from the deep stream of the western mountain, this way enters the Yuhe River. Practicing thousands of horses for nothing, the breeze on the water is like ribbed paper. At that time, he hung a virtuous crown and became a guest under the six bridges, and it was almost a day that this landscape and a section of the landscape were emotionally obstructed, and each rhyme was composed of a poem.”

Yi Tianxing didn’t understand what the old man meant, and watched with questioning eyes.

The old grandfather’s fingers moved slightly, and the fingertips seemed to be faintly cold.

In an instant, Yi Tianxing suddenly felt that the lights in the room were dimmed, and the dust on the wall seemed to be sprayed out by some force, covering the entire landscape painting in gray. The next moment, the lights turned on, and Yi Tianxing was a little horrified to find that the picture had been cut into pieces of cloth by some kind of force similar to a sharp weapon

Yi Tianxing turned his head suddenly. He quietly looked at the old grandfather with a slightly yellow complexion, and asked earnestly word by word: “You are from the last three days”: