Chapter 223
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In a restaurant a few dozen meters away from the Fu Wei Escort Agency, a handsome and scholarly young man dressed in white Confucian robes was sitting alone at a table by the window. On the table, there was a bottle of twenty-year-old fine wine and a few exquisite side dishes.
The young man was sitting by the window, holding a book with a blue cover in his hand and casually flipping through it. A light breeze blew, causing his clothes to flutter and a few strands of his hair to flutter. He was like a learned Confucian scholar and became a unique sight in this restaurant.
When the diners in the restaurant saw the young man flipping through the pages of the book, even if they were Jianghu guests, they could not help but subconsciously lower their voices, as if they were afraid of disturbing the Confucian scholar.
However, if they walked closer and saw that the book in the Confucian scholar's hand was clearly just copied, and it wasn't copied with a brush, but with a fine pen and characters that they couldn't understand, they wouldn't have such a thought.
This young man was Ye Xuan, who had obtained the 'Bixie Swordplay Manual' from the Lin family's old mansion in Xiangyang Alley yesterday. As he had expected, this martial arts secret manual born out of the 'Sunflower Treasure Manual' had reached the level of an A-class martial arts secret manual by the system, allowing him to complete the system's mission of obtaining an A-class martial arts secret manual in one go. Only three B-class martial arts secret manuals and eight C-class martial arts secret manuals were left to complete the system's mission.
After obtaining the 'Bixie Swordplay Manual', Ye Xuan quietly returned to the restaurant and then asked the waiter to buy a few blank books for him to copy. He copied the 'Bixie Swordplay Manual' that was originally written on the kasaya into simplified characters. After copying the simplified characters, Ye Xuan thought for a moment and copied another book using traditional characters.
Looking at the copy of the 'Bixie Swordplay Manual' in his hand, Ye Xuan felt that the words used in the manual were too deep and mysterious. Not to mention the route mentioned in the incantation and the special geographical position or tools required for each level of cultivation, just the acupoints of the Qi and Attraction Technique written on the manual were enough to make him dizzy.
"Could it be that the people who practiced martial arts in ancient times were all learned scholars?" He could understand every single word, but when they were put together, he couldn't understand what was written. Ye Xuan, who was completely confused, moved his eyes away from the secret manual and couldn't help but ridicule in his heart.
In fact, Ye Xuan himself did not know the inside story. In ancient times, people who practiced martial arts were generally passed down by word of mouth. At the beginning of practicing martial arts, they needed to find a master. Otherwise, even if they only practiced external skills, they might be crippled, not to mention the profound internal skills.
As for those who were able to cultivate profound martial arts with the help of a secret manual, they were all literate at the beginning of their martial arts practice. When they received guidance from their own masters, they would first memorize the human body's acupuncture points and then be personally guided by their masters. Especially at the beginning of cultivating internal skills, some masters would stay by the side and watch their disciples cultivate. Some of them would even channel their inner Qi and inner force into their disciples' meridians to help them guide the circulation of their martial arts. Otherwise, there wouldn't be some people who, after losing their masters, clearly had secret manuals, but still couldn't practice the martial arts in the secret manuals. In fact, when these people practiced martial arts, they could only memorize the martial arts route passed down by their masters.
After keeping the 'Bixie Swordplay Manual' in his storage space, Ye Xuan began to look out the window. In the end, his gaze landed on the conspicuous Fu Wei Escort Agency not far away. Who would have thought that this escort agency, which had traveled through ten provinces and was second to none in the south of the great river, would be annihilated by a sect from Western Sichuan in just a few days? The affairs of the world were truly unpredictable. It was truly a pity!
Pouring himself a cup of wine, Ye Xuan took a sip at the Fu Wei Escort Agency from afar. His eyes flickered as if he was thinking about something.
Right at this moment, five horses galloped out from the main entrance of Fu Wei Escort Agency. The horse in the lead was snow white with the reins and the pedals made from rotten silver. On the saddle sat a young man dressed in embroidered robes. The young man was about ten years old, with red lips and white teeth. He was very handsome and had a black falcon perched on his left shoulder. A treasured sword hung on his waist and a longbow was slung on his back. He looked like he was about to go out for a hunt. The four men riding beside him were all burly men dressed in short green robes. The young man chatted with the men standing at the entrance for a while before he urged his horse's abdomen and galloped straight towards the city gate.
Looking at the young man, Ye Xuan could immediately guess who he was. He was the young master of Fu Wei Escort Agency. His name was Lin Pingzhi, a pitiful man whose family was about to be destroyed. He was also a pitiful man who had been twisted by the darkness of the Jianghu.
Looking at Lin Pingzhi's smiling face as he rode away on his white horse, Ye Xuan's eyes flickered with uncertainty. Finally, he looked at the bustling Fu Wei Escort Agency and immediately made a foolish decision. He wanted to change the fate of Fu Wei Escort Agency!
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