Chapter: 61

In this era, a hot weapon can wipe out the masters in the field of old arts. If one can practice the Golden Body Art, one's life will be hardened directly.

"Zhou Yunkong and Zhou Mingxuan are both surnamed Zhou. Could it be that the former is the ancestor of the Zhou family?"

But soon Wang Xuan shook his head again, it was not such a coincidence, and if it was an ancestral item, Zhou Mingxuan would not be able to give it away.

"This secret book is only two hundred years old based on the paper. It is estimated that it should be copied down by later generations. After studying it, I think it should be the real scripture."

Since Professor Lin was unable to actually fight, he switched to theoretical research, and researched various old techniques and methods. His vision is vicious and his judgment is accurate.

Wang Xuan sighed: "Today, this secret book touched me a lot. Since it is so exaggerated, is it the same for other old art scriptures?"

This was the fundamental reason why he asked Professor Lin for advice. The cheat book sent by Zhou Mingxuan disturbed Wang Xuan's mood.

Are the legends about the old art still believable? For example, pre-Qin alchemists, etc., the methods and ways they left behind, shouldn’t they be infinitely exaggerated?

Professor Lin shook his head and said, "It's not as serious as you imagined. Exaggerations like the Golden Body Art are just a few cases. Only a very few scriptures are like this. It is mainly related to the historical environment at that time. For example, in that era, even the battle reports of the official residence were In this way, in a battle, only a few hundred people were beheaded and captured, but in the end it was written that tens of thousands of enemies were destroyed, and corpses were scattered all over the field. The official is like this, so one can imagine what happened to the unofficial folk history."

Wang Xuan was speechless, why did he feel that he had to know a lot to practice old techniques? In addition to going to Taoism and Tibet, do we have to read more history?

Professor Lin added: "With regard to the strength of the pre-Qin alchemists, etc., the final conclusions can only be drawn after testing by some life research institutes in Xinxing."

Plutocrats, research institutions, etc. have dug up the corpses of a few alchemists from the pre-Qin period in the old soil. They have been tested and analyzed, and the conclusions are credible.

"So, don't doubt the brilliance of the old art. If you want to go down this road, confidence is very important."

Wang Xuan suddenly became serious, and said: "I've lost my way, and I've fallen behind. I originally joined the old art experiment class because I was interested, but later I wanted to continue to explore."

In the field of old arts, he has never been superstitious. At first, he wanted to follow in the footsteps of his predecessors, and finally he wanted to verify this road with himself.

Professor Lin was a little moved, and said: "Nowadays, the technological civilization is bright, and for those who practice old skills, they can feel the immense pressure all the time."

Wang Xuan nodded, but the belief in his heart became firmer. If he came to the end of the road and the old technique had no way out, then he hoped that he could make a difference!

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In the evening, Wang Xuan studied physical skills in his residence, comprehended root methods, and finally went downstairs to the woodland of the community, and began to collect qi and nourish internally under the moonlight.

He empties himself, his heart is extremely clear, and the soft and white moonlight fills his heart. At this time, he is transparent inside and outside, and his perception is super strong.

Suddenly, Wang Xuan felt that his forehead seemed to be tight and swollen, as if he was going to be pierced by some sharp weapon. He was terrified, his heart was terrified, and he subconsciously moved his body sideways, moving at high speed completely by instinct.

Chi!

With a soft sound, he felt his temples heat up, and a terrible air flow flew past his ears, some hair fell off, and there was a burnt smell.

Whoosh!

The next moment, Wang Xuan sank into the dense woods of the community like an agile cheetah.

This is an old community. The trees planted in the past have grown into towering trees after decades of growth. They are so lush that they instantly cover Wang Xuan's figure.

Now Wang Xuan, his eyes are as sharp as two sharp swords, he is coldly staring at a certain direction in the forest, and at the same time his heart is beating violently.

Just now, he was shot!

Death was only a finger away from him. If he hadn't moved his body sideways ahead of time, his head would have been pierced through, and he would surely die!

At that moment, he felt the terrifying airflow fluctuations caused by the bullets flying past, and there was a strong wind in his ears, brushing against his temples, and many strands of hair broke and fell.