New school, new class, new class, new class teacher.

Although I was not tall, I was directly sent to the last row of corners to guard the back door, and there was no even a welcome ceremony. In the teacher's words, let's do it first and wait for the exam to re-arrange the seats.

Later I learned that there were quite a few families like me in the class. Except for a very small number of students with strong foundations, the rest were all arranged in the back rows. Usually, the teachers who were in class walked off the podium, mostly wandered around the front rows and would not come to the back of the classroom at all.

I once witnessed a friend in front of me standing up and wanting to ask questions, but the teacher suddenly realized that he turned to the fifth row and turned back.

The guy sat down depressedly, closed the book and sighed: "Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not cross the Yumen Pass!"

I don't mind this, the teacher doesn't care, and just take this opportunity to read more Taoist books.

"Chinese Qigong Science", "Chinese Immortal Health Preservation Collection", "Xuanmen Yidao"... I just came to the county town and went to the book market for a walk. I bought a large stack of old books on Taoism and pirated books.

There was no way, I couldn't find a master to teach me to practice, so I could only explore myself. The First Affiliated High School is not far from my home, and I only rode a bike for twenty minutes. At night, I went home to sleep. I closed the door without disturbing me, so I was much more convenient to practice, so I didn't have to wait for my classmates to sleep secretly.

My new deskmate is Zheng Shaoyang, and he is also a book fan. He is like me in class, holding extracurricular books to study hard. However, the people rented all the works of Huang Daxia, which are of higher grade.

Once, after reading the book that Zheng Shaoyang rented, he asked me to borrow the book when he was bored. I handed over a book called "Detailed Explanation of the Wuzhen Chapter". He turned two pages and whispered in depression: "What kind of bad book are you reading? Do you really want to become an immortal?"

This was the only conversation between me and my new deskmate. I didn’t make a friend for a whole week after school started. As a monk, I really failed.

After school on Saturday, Zheng Shaoyang left early. Before leaving, he made an exception and said to me again: "Go away quickly, there will be trouble if you leave late."

I don't understand what this stupid sentence means. I packed up my schoolbag and walked out of the classroom slowly.

As soon as I took two steps, I felt a keen sense that someone was watching me more than ten meters away, and that vision contained some kind of hostility.

I have only been here for a week and haven't messed with anyone? Although I was confused, I still walked over.

"Brother, stop for a moment." As soon as he walked to the group of people, a boy of similar size was blocking in front.

"Is there something wrong?" I twisted my head slightly.

"Yes, come here and introduce you to someone." The other party directly grabbed my arm and pulled it down the tree.

I followed in obedience and wanted to see what he had planned.

Seeing that I was obedient, the other party nodded with satisfaction and introduced to the tall and thin young man in the lead: "You are new to you. This is Brother Shanji. Our school boss, you are interested in fighting. You only need to pay twenty yuan a week... If you encounter any difficulties in the future, just greet him. Brother Shanji is protected, and no one dares to mess with you."

"Protection fee?!" I blinked my eyes and was completely stunned. Unexpectedly, someone would ask me for protection fee. Brother Shanji thought that changing his hairstyle would be called Causeway Bay leader. I was stunned when I watched "Young and Dangerous".

"Yes, you can understand this way." The cheesy brother replied coolly, and finally shook his beautiful hair.

"Brother Shanji, right... wait for me." I turned around and looked around, twisted my body, and before several people could react, I had already moved back a few red bricks not far away.

"What do you want to do? Are you not convinced? Grinning your teeth?" Seeing that I was holding a murder weapon in my hand, Brother Shanji asked sternly.

"No," I smiled faintly at them, then shouted softly, and my right hand fell into a palm. At the same time as the palm fell, the qi, blood and vital energy in my body were immediately aroused.

When Mr. Zhao told me about Baguazhang, he once said that martial arts are divided into several realms such as Mingjin, Darkjin, and Huajin... I don’t know how profound each realm is, but martial arts are not divided into different families. In the end, you have to breathe and bring luck. The internal energy is also a kind of spiritual energy. Since the breath in the body drives movements, then the vitality of heaven and earth can be used.

As the level of cultivation has improved, I have long been suspicious of Mr. Zhao’s previous statements about cultivation. Words like “The Way of Immortality is unlimited” may be just a kind lie, and he wants me to focus on my energy on learning.

"Bang!" The vitality of the palm gua palm gushed out, and five bricks were brushed and broken from the middle. Because the first time the Bagua Palm was used, the two pieces at the bottom were directly crushed into pieces.

"Brother Shanji, right? What's wrong with you?" I asked back with a broken brick.

"No..." The other party swallowed, with a trembling voice.

"Then I'll leave, goodbye!" I threw away the bricks, waved at them, and left gracefully.

"Damn it, next time you find someone, your eyes will be bright, and anyone dares to take it to me."

I walked forty or fifty meters away and heard the roar of Brother Shanji from behind me.

"How do I know..." the boy made a weak defense.

When I heard this conversation, I smiled slightly. Although I didn’t want to cause trouble, I was not afraid of causing trouble.

If you dare to blackmail the monk, you are really an old birthday star and live impatiently. If a few people just now are not tactful, then I will be chopping more than just bricks.

When he got home, his mother greeted the shop in front, while his father was busy in the yard, fiddling with tree root bonsai.

After experiencing the mutated Cymbidium storm, my parents gradually faded away from their impetuousness and no longer thought about cultivating a pot of orchid worth tens of thousands of yuan all day long. Now they are taking the path of diversified development, and they are operating various flowers, and their business is much better.

Recently, my father started to think about tree bonsai again. He just returned to his hometown a few days ago and dug a lot of tree roots.

Saying hello to my father, I turned back to the room. As soon as I entered the house, Ah Huang cried and rushed into his arms. This time I came to the county town to study and brought it.

But I know that my parents are disgusted with weasels, and I still hide it from them.

Ah Huang was quite clever. He went in and out of the house for a week, but his parents still didn't notice it. After having fun with Ah Huang for a while, I pulled out and went straight to the several antique shops at the end of the street.

Qinghe County has a long history and has been inhabited by humans as early as ancient times. The Yangshao culture in the Yellow River Basin is integrated with the Qujialing culture in the Jianghan Plain. The princes such as Zhou Shishen, Xie, Tang, and Liao are enfeoffed here.

In the war years, this was the key to the narrow road leading to the Jianghan Plain in Kyoto Chang'an and Luoyang, and it was a place that military strategists must fight for. In the peaceful years, it was also a transit station for the distribution of goods in several provinces in the Central Plains and Jiangnan.

From here, riding a horse from the north and sailing south. According to the "Qinghe County Chronicles", during its heyday, the migrant population in the town reached more than 100,000 on the side of the Qinghe River alone. More than 20 mule and horse shops were constantly merchanting day and night, and forty boats were loading and unloading day and night.

Thousands of sails pass by in the sun, and tens of thousands of lights are placed at night. At dusk, Chu and Xiang sing and dancing on the boat until dawn, and trading lights on the shore are like day. Most merchants from Shanxi and Shaanxi provinces have made their fortunes here.

There is still a monument "South boats, north horses, and boats landing on the shore" on the Qing River, which can vaguely show the grand occasion of that year.

It is precisely because of the long history that there are many cultural relics buried underground in Qinghe County. Nowadays, collection crazes are emerging, and private cultural relics transactions in Qinghe County are very popular. From time to time, rumors spread that a certain cultural relics were sold for more than 100,000 or hundreds of thousands.

A few days ago, I just came to the county town and found that this street was much busier than last year, with several new cultural relics stores opening on both sides. I originally wanted to take the opportunity to go in and take a look and let the Jinjiaojian absorb more spiritual energy. But my mother didn't give me the opportunity and stuffed me into the No. 1 High School. I only had free time for a week of class today.

The first shop was named Jubaozhai, and the door was not big. When I entered the store, I realized that there was another world. The counter was filled with bronzes, porcelain, ancient coins, books, etc., and it was dazzling to me.

A young man behind the counter was watching TV attentively. He heard footsteps coming from the door and glanced up slightly, then said in a weak voice: "Look at whatever you want."

Obviously, in his eyes, a young man like me is just a rare thing to come in and can't buy cultural relics at all.

I really had no intention of buying it. As soon as I entered the store, the golden dragon scissors swayed slightly in the Nirvana Palace, reminding me that the few small bronze tripods placed on the shelf contained spiritual energy.

It shouldn't be... Could it be that the other things placed in this store are fakes? I slightly stimulated the vitality in my body, and my spiritual consciousness extended out to sense it.

The porcelain in the lower left corner, a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, the broken stone on the counter, and a rusty sword... There are not many cultural relics containing spiritual energy. I roughly counted it and there were twenty or thirty pieces except those small tripods. As for those who don’t feel spiritual energy, there are no need to guess, it must be a fake.

There will be omissions for the golden dragon scissors? However, after careful sensing, I denied this idea. The spiritual energy contained in these cultural relics was too thin, only those few copper tripods had a richer spiritual energy.

It seems that as the energy of heaven and earth is absorbed, the Golden Dragon Scissors have become more and more tricky, and they no longer care about the little spiritual energy contained in the cultural relics.

I shook my head helplessly and walked towards several small copper tripods.

Just as he was about to reach out and touch, the young man guarding the store suddenly shouted: "Don't move, this is Xuande Furnace. One is worth tens of thousands of yuan. Can you afford to break it if it is broken?"

"Don't worry, I'll take a look, it won't be broken." This is the copper incense burner. I carefully covered my hands, and the spiritual energy contained in it was immediately sucked into my body.

Seeing that I touched each copper incense burner a few times before leaving, the young man breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I did the same thing, and went in every shop and sucked the spiritual energy contained in the cultural relics cleanly.

In most stores, the clerks saw that I was still a child and felt embarrassed to drive me away directly, just reminded me to be careful.

After transferring the last store, it was getting late and I was about to go home.

As soon as I took a step, the golden dragon scissors vibrated wildly... What did you find? I turned my head and looked around the corner, and saw an old man on the side of the street twenty or thirty meters away. There were a few newspapers on the ground, with many miscellaneous small objects on it.

I walked up quickly and reached out to touch the black and dirty thing on the stall. As soon as I started, the golden dragon scissors in the Nirvana Palace trembled violently, and then turned into two small golden dragons, hovering and flying. The thick spiritual energy penetrated into my body along my fingers and rushed straight into my mind. At that moment, I actually felt a little pain and swelling in my brain...

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