It was a cold winter night, the sky was black and purple, and the earth was silvery white.

Yuan Qi came out of a tavern, a little drunk, and walked into a secluded street.

Today is his thirtieth birthday.

Thirty-year-old Yuan Qi is still a third-rate figure in the world.

In terms of appearance, he is ordinary, not handsome.

In terms of wisdom, he can be considered to understand things, but he cannot be called smart.

As for his martial arts qualifications, he is indeed better than the average person. Unfortunately, his master is a third-rate person like him and can only teach him some superficial and inferior kung fu.

All in all, he is a man with mediocre looks, mediocre intelligence, and mediocre martial arts.

In the world, people like him will probably never get ahead.

If someone had said to him at that time, "You can become the leader of the martial arts alliance in the future," he would definitely have thought it was a joke or even a mockery.

Yes, someone really said this

He was a blind fortune teller with a stooped figure and sores on his face.

On this cold winter night, the blind man was still sitting at a shabby square table on the roadside, holding a long streamer, waiting for guests to come.

Yuan Qi, who was passing by, saw the blind man, walked over and sat at the table.

"Sir, it's already late at night," Yuan Qi said.

"So what?" The blind man's voice was strange. It was very hoarse, as if someone was strangling his neck.

"There aren't many people on the street anymore," Yuan Qi said.

"I know." The blind man replied, "I can hear it."

Yuan Qi smiled and shook his head: "Sir, I have some scattered silver coins here. You can take them back."

"I'm not begging for food." The blind man knew what Yuan Qi meant, so he interrupted him directly.

Yuan Qi curled his lips, feeling that the blind man was a bit ungrateful, but after thinking about it, he felt that the blind man had some character.

"Then please sir, tell me your fortune." Yuan Qi thought for a while and then continued.

"Okay, what do you want to ask?" the blind man asked.

"Ha" Yuan Qi laughed.

He didn't want to tell fortunes at first, but he saw that the blind man was pitiful and was blowing wind on the street in the cold weather, so he wanted to give him some money to let him go back.

But now he didn't want to forget it, so Yuan Qi casually replied, "Then I'll ask about the future."

Yuan Qi also knows something about the profession of fortune tellers. This is a craft of speaking, which pays attention to the observation of words and colors, and plausibility.

It is very difficult to make a living by talking empty words. When facing different people by praising, coaxing, irritating, or scaring them, you need to have different ways of dealing with them. If you want to eat this bowl of rice, you must prepare at least dozens of predetermined rhetorics.

Not only do you have to memorize everything thoroughly, but you also have to know how to adapt to changes. If you speak well, it is not difficult to earn some money to live on; but if you say the wrong thing, you will not get paid, which is relatively light, and it is common to be beaten and scolded.

Yuan Qi has been in the world for many years and has dealt with all kinds of religions. He knows a little bit about all kinds of sects. At this moment, he didn't want to embarrass the blind man, so he asked an "entry-level" question. He wanted to listen to his random bragging.

A few words are enough.

unexpectedly

"Okay." The blind man said, stretching out his hands. "This guest, let me touch your face."

Yuan Qi looked at the blind man's rough and thin hands, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Okay."

He is a big and thick man, and he is not afraid of being taken advantage of by this blind man, just touch him.

So, Yuan Qi guided the blind man's hand and placed it on his temples.

What also surprised Yuan Qi was that the blind man's hands were warm, not cold as he imagined, and the hands were also very strong, giving people a thick feeling that was inconsistent with their appearance.

Soon, the blind man touched Yuan Qi's forehead, cheeks, chin, and even the top of his head and behind his ears, and then withdrew his hand.

"Ha" Yuan Qi saw that the blind man lowered his head and said nothing, so he concluded that the blind man was about to start playing tricks. He laughed and asked, "How are you doing, sir?"

"You are asking about the future, so I will show you a way forward," the blind man replied in a deep voice, "From today on, you will practice martial arts as usual and travel around the world. Within ten years, there will be no one in the entire martial arts world who can compete with you.

If there are more than three, then if you have not deviated from the right path, then the position of leader of the martial arts alliance will be within your grasp."

When Yuan Qi heard this, he was stunned for a while, and then he realized what he was doing and laughed loudly: "Hahahahahaha" He laughed so hard that he could hardly open his eyes, "Sir, haha, according to your statement, I

As long as you practice martial arts diligently and don't do evil, you can achieve dominance in at least ten years."

The blind man did not answer his question, but instead asked him a question: "Today is your birthday."

"Yeah." Yuan Qi was startled when he heard this, and then a look of suspicion appeared on his face, and he replied, "Exactly."

He didn't know how the blind man guessed that today was his birthday. He only knew that this was not a stupid question such as "What troubles have you had in your life recently?", but the fact that the probability of guessing correctly was less than one in three hundred.

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After receiving the answer "Okay", the blind man said the word "Okay" loudly, and then said, "It seems that this is God's will."

He muttered two incomprehensible words, and then suddenly grabbed Yuan Qi's left arm that was resting on the table.

At this moment, Yuan Qi had already woken up from the wine. He took a deep breath of cold air to clear his mind a little: "Sir, what do you mean?"

"You have been practicing martial arts since you were twelve years old. You have only had one master and learned four and a half sets of kung fu from him. Four of them are the lowest among the lowest." The blind man suddenly said to himself.

Yuan Qi, on the other hand, was frightened because what the other party said was exactly the same as the actual situation.

When Yuan Qi was young, he came from a wealthy family and attended private schools for several years. However, he was not really good at studying and did not make much progress after studying for several years. So when he was twelve years old, his father invited a very famous man in the county to

The famous old boxer asked Yuan Qi to become his disciple, and he gave up literature and followed martial arts.

Of course, this boxer's "fame" is limited to the county where Yuan Qi's family lives; in the world, he is a third-rate figure. But fortunately, although this old master's martial arts is limited, his teacher's ethics are impeccable.

Picky. He taught Yuan Qi everything he could and strictly supervised him. Before his death, he also passed on to Yuan Qi "half of the secrets" passed down by his master.

"Who are you?" Yuan Qi asked in shock, "How do you know?"

The blind man ignored Yuan Qi's words, grabbed his arm and continued: "The half set of kung fu you failed to practice is called Mingchen Xuan Gong. It is a unique magical skill that has been lost for a long time."

While the blind man was talking, Yuan Qi felt a stream of heat being poured into his arm and running in a specific pattern in his meridians.

"This kind of martial arts is very strange. No matter how you practice it on weekdays, you won't feel any increase in your skill." The blind man calmly narrated while channeling the power, "Every year, the Mingchen Xuan Gong can only enter the realm.

Once, and the time to enter must be on the day of the cultivator's birthday. Once that day is missed, the Xuan Gong skills that the cultivator has practiced hard for the whole year will be in vain."

Hearing this, Yuan Qi's mind buzzed, and he almost fainted with his eyes rolled.

It is obvious that Yuan Qi has practiced "Mingchen Xuan Gong" and studied it very hard.

Even though he didn't know that this was a peerless magical skill, or even what the Kung Fu he was practicing was called, he could still see that the mental techniques in the "Half Secret Book" were much more profound than the several martial arts taught by his master.

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Anyone who hangs out in the world is ambitious. Yuan Qi also knows very well that for a person like himself who is still very mediocre at the age of thirty, the half of the secret book is probably his last hope to get ahead.

However, in the past years, no matter how hard he tried to practice the half set of mental techniques, he was unable to improve his skills. It felt like it was better to practice those superficial skills, at least to feel his own strength.

Strength is getting stronger step by step.

Until today, after listening to the blind man's words, Yuan Qi finally knew the secret hidden in that half of the book.

"Senior" Yuan Qi's name for the blind man has changed, because he has understood that the person in front of him is by no means a fortune teller, but an expert whom he has only seen in his life.

"Stop talking." The blind man interrupted him again, "Remember the trends of my exercises carefully. This is something that is not in your half of the secret book."

When Yuan Qi heard this, he immediately closed his eyes and memorized it with concentration.

He is a man who has bad luck, so he knows how to seize opportunities

Yuan Qi knew that he was by no means the kind of prodigy who learned martial arts immediately, and he was afraid that the adventure he had at this moment would never happen again. So he had to work hard to memorize the opponent's method of performing martial arts.

The north wind is howling, and the night is getting darker

I don't know how long it took, but the blind man gathered his inner strength and let go of Yuan Qi's hand.

"Okay, I have used my inner strength to break through this year's barrier of Mingchen Xuan Gong for you. The power of Xuan Gong accumulated in the previous year has been stimulated. You must also be able to feel it." The blind man spoke.

The breath is still very stable. It can be seen that his internal power is unfathomable. "From now on, you will still practice according to the mental method in your half of the secret book. On your birthday, you will use the method I taught you today to operate your internal power."

Only in this way can the true power of Mingchen Xuan Gong be exerted."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Qi was already kneeling on the ground, shaking his head and kowtowing three times.

"Thank you, senior," Yuan Qi said these four words almost choked with sobs.

This is naturally not some kind of performance, but an act from the heart.

Yuan Qi's forehead had been bruised on the cold snow, and his eyes were bleeding and filled with tears.

These tears carry too many emotions of a mediocre person, such as bitterness, helplessness, despair, lamentation, joy, longing, excitement and emotion.

That moment of realization was something Yuan Qi would never forget.

"No need to thank me, I said it was God's will." The blind man said, standing up and groping for the wooden flag beside him, "You can meet me at this time and here and ask me to tell your fortune.

, these are things that only God can calculate.”

He paused and then said: "Actually, before you sit down, I have already figured out your martial arts skills and internal strength. I raised my hand to touch your bones. I really wanted to give you some help.
To be continued...