Chapter 16: Heart-burning Tips

In the territory of the Zhou Dynasty, the Three Holy Sects are listed as one of the seven sects, and their status is transcendent. If they can join the Three Holy Sects, they will immediately stand out, and even practice Taoism and become immortals. Every year, the disciples recommended by various counties and royal families to participate in the entrance examination are full of rich and noble people, and even most of them are princes. Brother.

Poor literature and rich martial arts, martial arts cultivation is not easy. In addition to qualifications and skills, it also needs a lot of money to support. People can't afford to buy medicinal herbs tonic and refine their strength. Generally, they can only strengthen their bodies. Shen Chong was not beaten by his father with drugs since he was a child, and his qualifications were not bad, so he could not practice to the true level in a short time.

The first condition for the three holy sects to accept apprentices is that they are under the age of 18 and their cultivation is above the true level. Those who can be recommended to come here are not only rich and noble in their families, but also have excellent qualifications. They can be said to be the proud son of heaven.

Just as Shen Chong was about to go back to his room, there was a noise in the courtyard.

"Why, I can only enter the Three Holy Sects alone, and I am not allowed to bring a maid. So who will serve the living in the future? Do you want me to do those cheap things by myself?" A young man in purple scolded the disciples of the Three Holy Sect beside him. He looked soaring and raised his hand. The purple clothes on his body were luxurious, and there was a golden dragon embroidered on it. It seemed that if it was not a prince, it was a prince. Next to her, a maid dressed woman's eyebrows were sparse and extremely beautiful. With a smile on the corners of her mouth, she snuggled up to the teenager in purple, with excitement in her eyes.

Ji Xuan was born in the royal family of Dazhou. He is the eldest son of King Wuling of Dazhou. King Wuling is the younger brother of Ji Ruohai, the emperor of Dazhou. The fief he received is Wuhu County. Ji Xuan has had extraordinary qualifications since he was a child and has been cultivated by the royal family. Naturally, he has an arrogant character. The maid's name is Xiaoru. She has taken care of herself since she was a child. The two were extremely close and were already internal concubines. This time, she came to the Three Holy Sects and couldn't stand Xiaoru's pleas, so she also brought her.

However, the Three Holy Sect was not allowed to bring slaves, and the outer disciples who introduced him immediately asked him to send him back, which was quite contemptuous. Ji Xuan had never suffered this kind of anger. As soon as his eyes stared, he lost his temper.

"Where are you going to be the Three Holy Sects? Everyone can come. If you can't take care of yourself, go back to your Wuling Palace." The guide disciple is not polite.

"Bold!" Ji Xuan was so angry that he raised his hand and was about to hit him.

"Hey hey, do you want to do it?" The guide disciple said, "You are not a disciple of my Three Holy Sects. If you dare to do it in front of the mountain gate, it will be in vain to kill you."

After saying that, his eyes were cold, his breath leaked out, and where the true breath swept away, the sound of thunder was faintly heard. He was a psychic-level master. Ji Xuan was only a real-level cultivation. How could he resist it? Suddenly, his face turned pale, and he clearly felt the murderous intention of the other party. But after all, after the royal family, he had a sense of arrogance and couldn't stand it. He shouted, "I'm the son of the King of Wuling. How dare you kill me."

"The son of the world? Kill it, just kill it. What's the big deal? The guide disciple smiled.

The powerful true qi blocked the void around him, and he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

As time passed, the murderous intention became stronger and stronger, and the pressure became greater and greater. Ji Xuan sweated like rain, and his arrogance disappeared little by little. His lips moved slightly, and he was about to beg for mercy.

"Okay, Brother Xu Lin, don't scare him anymore. It's good to grind his arrogance. If he loses his arrogance, this person will be useless." Another foreign disciple said.

"Ji Daowen?" When Xu Lin saw the person coming, he frowned and restrained his breath. When he was really angry, Ji Xuan fell to the ground softly, and the scared maid next to him also came to his senses and hurried forward to help him.

"This boy is also the son of your Ji family. I'll give you a face," Xu Lin turned to Ji Daowen and said, "But... the rules of my Three Saints are not bad."

Xu Lin sneered, waved his right hand, and a true air broke out of the air and flew by Ji Xuan's ear. Hearing a scream behind him, Ji Xuan hurriedly turned around. His maid had fallen to the ground, with a small hole in his chest and died.

"You..." Ji Xuan was about to speak. Ji Daowen grabbed a step and brushed his sleeve: "Well, it's just a servant. The strong man of the Three Holy Sects is like a forest. Put away your arrogance and grind your temper."

"Humph!" Ji Xuan was angry, but he didn't dare to say anything. He turned around and walked to his room regardless of Xiaoru's body.

Seeing Ji Xuan return to his room, Ji Daowen smiled at Xu Lin, turned around, smiled, and said to everyone, "Half a month will be the day of entry examination. No matter how prominent your previous identity is, since you come to my Three Holy Sects, you must abide by the rules of my Three Holy Sects and wait for anything. Let's talk about it after the verification, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless.

Everyone didn't dare to make a comeback. They nodded and said yes, and went back to their own rooms.

Shen Chong was also surprised when he returned to the room. An outer disciple in the district actually had a psychic level of cultivation. What kind of cultivation is the inner disciple? Is it all Wuzong, or even Wusheng? I just heard that Wu Zhi said that there were three thousand outer disciples of the Three Holy Sects, and more than a hundred inner disciples, and there were also elders and elders on it. The background of the Three Holy Sects can even subvert the Zhou Dynasty. No wonder even the royal family doesn't pay attention to it.

The next day, Lu Lu Jiji came some disciples who participated in the assessment, and there was little communication between the disciples waiting for the assessment. Shen Chong walked out of the Pavilion of Welcome to Immortals and wanted to walk around in the Wuwei Valley.

Wuwei Valley occupies a lot of land, but it is staggered and orderly. In the middle is a square, paved with bluestone, surrounded by shops, and some scattered small shops. I'm afraid it is the market in Wuzhi's mouth.

Whether in Nanyan or Jinling City, he rarely went shopping in person. Shen Chong touched his arms. There were still 37 golden cakes left by Xu Sanniang. He calmed down and strolled from one side.

Along the way, Shen Chong looked left and right from time to time. Most of the things sold in the shop were elixirs, weapons, armor and so on, while the stalls outside were mostly materials, herbs, and some strange items. Most of them were not known, but they were still interesting to read them one by one.

Suddenly, I saw a few books placed in front of a stall. The quality of the book was relatively new and the ink was not dry. Obviously, it was a new book that had just been copied. Looking at the title of the book, they were all martial arts.

The stall was set up by a big man with a black and fat face. He looked at the people around him coldly. Shen rushed to look at those books, the secret of breaking the air, the vacuum killing, the yin and yang universe... The name was quite timidating. He picked up a book casually and shook his head. With his martial arts cultivation, he could easily find one in the skills. A loophole, I guess I can only deceive the hairy boy who has just entered the martial arts.

Shen Chong shook his head and put down the book in his hand. He was about to leave. His eyes curled and his heart suddenly burst. It was also a book that had just been copied - the heart-burning secret. What interested him were the two sentences under the title of the book:

"The fire burns the heart and suffers, and the purgatory is reborn as a superior."

It turned out to be two sentences in Mr. Shen's martial arts experience. Although Shaoyang's secret is a pure yang heart method, it is peaceful and far from burning his heart. He has never understood the meaning of these two sentences left by Mr. Shen's martial arts experience.

But how can it be such a coincidence? The heart-burning formula also records these two sentences. Shen Chong picked up the book and only read the beginning. He couldn't help but be moved. There was something in common with Shaoyang's secret, but the details were not reasonable. Every move hurt himself first, and then hurt others. The cultivation process was also extremely dangerous, no less than the suffering of purgatory.

"Friend, do you want this book? Don't take the opportunity to learn it." The big man who set up the stall said coldly when he saw Shen Chong reading the book carefully.

"Well," Shen Chong closed the book and asked, "How much is this heart-burning formula?"

"Hey hey!" The man who sold books was secretly happy. These skills were collected by his family painstakingly, but after a big change, the family died clean, and most of the original book was also burned. What is left now is sorted out according to those fragments and fragments of his own knowledge. Of course, there will be many loopholes, even at all. He can't practice. He set up a stall here to deceive the stupid boy who has just made his debut. In order to sell it, he also tried to get some majestic and domineering names.

But his face was silent, and he said blankly, "Twenty golden cakes."

The more indifference is, the more profound it can appear that it is not a lie. This man has a deep understanding of people's psychology. There are not many twenty golden cakes. If the skill is true, it is far more than this number.

"Okay, I'll take it." Shen Chong nodded. Although he knew that there was something wrong with this skill, he still decided to buy it back and confirm it with Shaoyang's secret.

Just as he reached into his arms to pay for money, a voice came:

"Tu Ming, you are lying here again. I warned you not to come to this market again."

A woman came from outside the crowd. She was in her twenties and beautiful, wearing the Taoist robe of the disciples of the Three Holy Sects, with a righteous face.

The man named Tu Ming was a little panicked when he saw the person coming. He immediately changed his appearance and said with a smile:

"Sister Zhu, it's just a fool's-up. I didn't say a lie. Put the book here and let them choose. This is what they like."

"Hmm!" The disciples of the Three Holy Sect did not forcibly expel him. They looked around, looked at Shen Chong, and said loudly, "There is something wrong with these skills. Look carefully and be careful."

"Thank you for reminding me. I just want to take it back for details." Shen Chong reported the punch to him.

"Hey hey, Sister Zhu, you understand. I'm not lying." Tu Ming immediately said.

Sister Zhu's face was a little angry: "If you don't listen to people's advice, you deserve to be deceived." As soon as the sleeve robe was brushed, he turned around and left.

Shen Chong smiled and turned around and left after paying the money.

Whether this heart-burning formula can be cultivated or not can be put aside first, but there must be something in common with Shaoyang's formula. Shen Chong put the book in his arms and continued to wander around the square.