September 13th.

It is suitable for sacrifice, crowning, dismantling, laying foundations, and removing clothes.

Avoid making stoves, entering the house, and marrying.

The stone house in a fishing village along the water hundreds of miles south of the border of Shenwu Kingdom is brightly lit and the house is filled with the smell of fish soup.

Xiongba, who was slightly pale, was sitting at the table and staring at a pot of fish soup. His face was calm and he had no intention of moving his chopsticks.

Seeing this, the fisherman who cooked this pot of fish soup couldn't help but put down his bowls and chopsticks, and said honestly, enthusiastically and restrainedly, "Master, I have no food and drinks in this small family. Don't be surprised by it, but try some to fill my stomach."

The boy adopted by the fisherman lying on the table was staring at a pot of fish soup with black and shiny eyes, drooling in his mouth.

Although the fisherman's family relies on water to eat water, the fish they get are dragged to nearby towns for sale, and replaced with household goods such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, etc., but some dead fish are kept for consumption. Today, this huge pot of fragrant fresh fish soup is like celebrating the festival.

Even though Xiongba was seriously injured at this time, he could observe the fisherman's various physical states at a glance. His face was a little loose, and he reached out to touch the boy's head, and said in a deep voice with a smile, "Let the child eat first."

He has always given orders and is threatening without anger.

The fisherman subconsciously did not dare to disobey when he heard this. He smiled and nodded, and served a bowl of golden fish soup for the boy who was already drooling.

The boy couldn't wait to pick up the porcelain bowl, and blew it twice, but he didn't care about burning his mouth. He squinted his eyes and drank it comfortably.

Xiongba nodded slightly with a smile, and was about to reach out to scoop a bowl of fish soup, but unexpectedly, with a "ping-pong" sound, the boy's porcelain bowl fell to the ground and smashed it, and his whole body lay on the ground and spitted white foam and twitched.

The fisherman screamed in horror and stood up at a loss.

Xiongba's face turned cold, his dragon's eyes flashed sharp light, and he raised his palm and wanted to kill the fisherman. Suddenly, his expression moved and suddenly withdrew his palm. He snorted coldly and shouted, "Who is the rat who sneaked into poisoning this pot of fish soup? Come out."

His voice spread rapidly with the blessing of the power of the soul.

There were slight sounds of wind breaking out from outside, and there were a large number of enemies approaching. One of the angry men said, "Xiongba, you used to use despicable means when you killed my parents. Now I am just returning to the person with the same way. Next year is your death day!"

"oh?"

Xiongba sneered and slowly stood up, regardless of the fisherman who was lying on the ground and holding his adopted son in pain, and said lightly, "I have been in the world for many years. I don't know how many people died at my hands in the past, and I can't remember clearly. Which family are you from?"

Just as the man was about to reply, suddenly there were bursts of whistling air outside, as if arrows and hidden weapons that were sweeping through the air were rumbling. Almost at the same time, a scream erupted with a tingling sound.

Xiongba held his hands behind him and slid his hands slightly, and the energy condensed in his hands immediately dissipated and disappeared.

After a while, the screams outside the house and the sound of the collision between swords and metal and iron completely calmed down, and only the house was still echoing the grief of the fisherman losing a son when he was old.

The sound of body movements breaking through the wind reached the door and shouted together.

"Welcome to the leader of the gang back!"

"Gangmaster, we are late to protect our guards, so please call us to atone for our sins."

Xiongba snorted coldly, walked around the table to the door, and pushed the door out.

I saw fifty or sixty members of the world's gangs kneeling outside, and the two leaders were the Child Emperor. The outside courtyard was already bloody and the corpses of more than twenty Jianghu people were lying.

Xiongba paused, turned around and looked at the fisherman crying in the room, nodded slightly, "That child was killed by the disaster for me, which is also considered to be a fate with me. I want this fisherman to have food, clothing, housing and transportation for the rest of his life to make up for the pain of losing his son and take him back."

When the people from all over the world heard this, their bodies were shocked, and they were envious and shouted loudly.

"Gang leader is noble! The world will be prosperous and dominate, and it is just around the corner!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Xiongba Chang smiled like a dragon roaring in the sky. He lifted up the cloak behind his back with both hands and took big steps into the sedan chair.

The child emperor looked at each other, smiled with the doll, and jumped to the guardian next to the sedan chair.

In the sedan chair, Xiongba took out the bowl that was not lost under his robe.

I saw that the bowl of the bowl emitted rays of rays, but several "卍" characters, Buddha seals floated on the surface of the bowl like a dragon, causing the power inside the bowl to be completely blocked and could not be used at all.

Xiongba had a serious face and sharp eyes. He slowly raised his hand, condensed the three-pointed Guiyuan Qi and collided with the "卍" character on the surface of the bowl again.

After half an incense stick.

His forehead, which was as sharp as a horn, secreted a layer of sweat, slowly retracted his hands and let out a breath, his eyes showing coldness and regret, "Bodhidharma...Bodhidharma, you have been dead for so many years, why can your power last forever?...Is there any secret you have hidden in the heart of Bodhidharma?

The heart of Bodhidharma was once passed on to Huike, the first disciple of Bodhidharma. Now Huike is afraid that he will die, but the heart of Bodhidharma has fallen into the hands of which monk of the Hui generation in Shaolin?"

With Xiongba's foresight, he knew in his heart that the urcher's urcher was blocked by the Bodhidharma disciple with the power of Bodhidharma, and now he was said that he had suffered internal injuries, and even if he was not injured, it would be difficult to eliminate the power of Bodhidharma to unblock the urcher.

If you want to undo the ban, you may have to find the heart of Bodhidharma.

But the secret related to the heart of Bodhidharma is even better than this bowl, and isn’t it so easy to get?

...

"Crash!"

"Crash!"

Jiang Dali was quite curious and played with the string of Buddhist beads weighing more than 100 kilograms in his hand, and made a crisp sound.

There are 18 large strings of Buddhist beads, both gold and wood, and I don’t know what material it is made of.

Among them, 17 are the size of a baby fist, each weighing more than three or four kilograms, and only one is as big as an adult fist, far heavier than the other 17 Buddhist beads, and it seems to be a magic weapon.

"The weight of this string of Buddhist beads is for my appetite, but this function seems to be quite useless. The effects of concentration and meditation are not very useful to me, and the unknown functions are even more difficult to understand."

Jiang Dali looked at an item message that appeared in the panel.

“【Master Huien’s Consecrated Buddhist Beads】

Level: Top-quality Buddhist artifact

Weight: 108 pounds, 8 taels, 8 qian

Effect: Level 1: 9 concentration;

2:9 level meditation;

3:???

4:???

Explanation: This string of Buddhist beads was tailored for Master Huien, and its weight is not friendly to other monks."

Jiang Dali shook his head and hung Buddhist beads around his neck as an ornament.

For him, the weight of this string of Buddhist beads is as light as nothing, and it does not affect it. At most, it may be unfriendly to the demon eagle, which increases the weight of the demon eagle. This also makes Jiang Dali even more determined to return to the parody village earlier to tame the demon dragon and become a new mount. The demon eagle who has been working hard for more than a year can naturally retire and rest.

"Master! I'm ready! Can you come in?"

At this moment, Wang Yuyan's gentle voice suddenly came from outside the tent.

Jiang Dali raised his head and looked at the door, stood up and smiled, "Come in, I've been waiting for you for so many days."

"Yuyan just hopes that you will not disappoint the leader of the village."

Wang Yuyan smiled and opened the curtain, and walked in slowly with lotus steps, bringing a faint orchid fragrance.

Jiang Dali walked over with his hands and smiled, looked up and down, combed the beauty bun, and wore a jade-colored red and blue-colored jacket. Wang Yuyan looked tight-fitting, and saw his Cuiwanwan's eyebrows, cold phoenix eyes, fragrant cherry mouth, and the real phoenix eyes were full of classical beauty, and the breath was even longer and calm.

Wang Yuyan was embarrassed by his unscrupulous look, and her pretty face lowered her head with a slightly red face, and said.

"Why is the village leader staring at me so carefully?"

Jiang Dali laughed, nodded and looked back and praised.

"It seems that you have not been idle these days. Your strength has reached the level of Heaven and Man. It seems that you have added a lot of beauty in both complexion and appearance."

This is the first time that Wang Yuyan Shang was praised for such a beautiful sentence by Jiang Dali. Whether his tone was emotional or ridiculous, it made him laugh and secretly happy. He was about to ask if it was "real", but Jiang Dali turned around and changed the topic.

"I won't stay here for too long. Time is tight, so we will start today. You will tell me the plan of reorganizing and correcting the practice of the exercises. I will try to see if I can improve the practice."

Wang Yuyan felt disappointed and disappointed, but then took another breath, suppressed the fluctuating emotions, calmed down, and told Jiang Dali about his understanding and cultivation ideas of the three techniques of "Immortal God", "Innate Gangqi" and even "Taixuan Jing". From all aspects, combined with the advantages and disadvantages of Jiang Dali's "Hercules" to tell Jiang Dali.

All of these skills are exquisite and profound magical skills.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be difficult to understand one of them thoroughly.

However, in terms of Wang Yuyan's monster-like understanding, she thoroughly understands each technique and even learns from it, but it is as simple as eating and drinking water.

This is also because Wang Yuyan was able to break through to the 2nd realm of Heaven and Man after being promoted by Jiang Dali's strength. After studying and understanding many martial arts of heaven and man, they can naturally achieve breakthroughs through the same principles.

"The energy sinks into the abyss and condenses the roots of the mountain, so it shows that there is nothing better than existence. When luck is, you must have the luck and luck, and you do not need to deal with where external forces come from... The virtual and the real must be distinguished. There is one place, and there is one place, and there is always the virtual and the real are... You should not be stupid when raising your hands. The force of your hands will hinder my skin and fur. My intention has already entered the bones, and your hands support you, and you will run through it in one breath..."

Wang Yuyan spoke very quickly and told Jiang Dali, who was frowning and memorizing with many martial arts theories.

The two of them quickly entered the state of speaking martial arts and sutras in the tent. Jiang Dali felt that many ideas were opened. The already stagnant "Hercules Magical Art" couldn't help but loosen its bottleneck, and many wonderful ideas inspired by Wang Yuyan emerged in his mind.

At this moment, a chaotic broken puzzle appeared in his mind. He broke it and then established it, forgetting to learn it first, and the memory and understanding of "Hercules" were completely broken, without any left, completely forgotten.

The many theories Wang Yuyan told have become new pieces of fragments of inspiration that have been integrated into the mind and continue to join in.

His brain began to run rapidly, and he began to piece together the broken martial arts and aura like pieces of puzzle pieces, taking the essence and removing the dross, creating a new "Hercules" that is more suitable for him now.

Unconsciously, a rough outline had been formed in his mind, and a diagram of human meridians emerged.

The new Hercules magic power is based on "power", combined with the concept of mysterious souls traveling around the world in "Taixuan Jing", combined with the tenacious concept of "Immortal God" that is long and endless, and the spark can also be rekindled, and combined with the theoretical characteristics of "Innate Gangqi" that are domineering, pure Yang Wuji, and the most rigid and soft, and are combined with the theoretical characteristics of removing the drought and retaining the essence.

"Hahaha, Yu Yan, you are really the lucky star of the village leader. I have already given birth to a clear idea."

Jiang Dali suddenly stopped, his eyes burst into sharp light, becoming powerful and powerful, full of the maturity of a hero and hero, laughing.

"Canzhu, are you going to try it now?"
To be continued...