The Other Side of Deep Space

After that, the two of them tacitly did not mention the exploration again, leaving room for whether to cooperate in the future.

They talked about the old art, mainly Wang Xuan was asking, he wanted to know some information, such as the golden bamboo slips of the pre-Qin Dynasty.

Zhao Qinghan clearly told him not to think too much about this "strange thing", only four copies have been unearthed in so many years, and two copies have been fought over by various parties and thus dispersed.

There are only two complete golden bamboo slips of the pre-Qin Dynasty, which are locked in the most solid safe of the largest bank in Nova Star.

Wang Xuan felt regretful, such things are out of reach.

Even if the old art is declining, those organizations and chaebols have no intention of letting go, at least there is no hope at present.

Zhao Qinghan told him that not to mention the golden bamboo slips, any inheritance of the pre-Qin alchemists is extremely rare, because there are too few in the world.

"In other words, ordinary pre-Qin bamboo slips are also priceless?" Wang Xuan asked.

Zhao Qinghan glanced at him and said, "The bamboo slips related to the pre-Qin alchemists are not ordinary."

Wang Xuan realized how precious the pre-Qin bamboo slips translation that Professor Lin gave him was.

In fact, Professor Lin almost lost his life for this bamboo slip. He escaped from the pre-Qin tomb with a narrow escape and survived.

"I heard that Xinxing once had a master, but he eventually died from practicing a certain physical technique. How strong are people at that level?"

Zhao Qinghan was a little surprised. He felt that he was not out of touch with the news. He even knew about Xinxing's things and judged that he must have other ways.

After Wang Xuan finished speaking, he knew that she must have all kinds of ideas.

But he didn't care. The two of them would soon go their separate ways. Under normal circumstances, they would not have much intersection. Anyway, he didn't want to wade into the muddy water of Zhao Qinghan's exploration plan at the moment.

Zhao Qinghan felt a little touched. The road of the old technique was quite rugged and difficult to walk. Few people could achieve success in practice.

"That master practiced the secret scripture of the Taoist ancestral temple that you just remembered, and ended up killing himself. His five internal organs rotted as if they were cooked, and he died miserably."

Wang Xuan was awed. It was so dangerous?

He paid more and more attention and caution to the golden book in his hand. What Zhang Daoling left behind was definitely not inferior to the secret scripture of the Taoist ancestral temple.

Qin Cheng sighed: "Why bother? He was already a master, but in the end, he had a big mess of five internal organs. People are never satisfied."

"You said it lightly. When he gets older day by day, he learns that if he succeeds in practicing that kind of physical skill, it can give his aging five internal organs a new life and prolong his life for decades. Do you think he can resist the temptation?"

"With such great benefits, if it were me... I would also like to try it!" Qin Cheng nodded, looking forward to it leisurely.

"How far is the level of the master from the pre-Qin alchemists?" Wang Xuan asked.

"It's not an order of magnitude. It's too far apart. There's no way to compare." Zhao Qinghan said calmly.

Then she looked at Wang Xuan and said, "I see you seem to want to keep going on the path of old arts. Is your target the alchemists of the pre-Qin period?"

Wang Xuan said, "I am a person who has been abandoned. I can't get in touch with new arts, so I can only go on the path of old arts."

Qin Cheng was deeply touched after hearing this and felt sorry for his friend.

Zhao Qinghan felt that Wang Xuan was very talented in the path of old arts, and no one could predict what the future would be like.

Qin Cheng shook his head and said, "Old Wang was born at the wrong time. If he were in ancient times, he might have grown to the point where he could dominate the world and become a legend or even a myth. But in this era, with the rise of scientific and technological civilization, what can he do if he practices the old art to a very high level? It can't stop modern weapons at all. The stars are still shining, but the Qin Emperor and Han Wudi have turned into yellow earth. The alchemists who were ordered to find the elixir for them have also died in the years. The road of the old art is difficult and there is no hope."

This topic is a bit heavy. Living in this era, the old art is indeed dim, and it is difficult to see the hope of it shining again.

No matter how strong the old art is, it can't matter? An elite soldier holding an advanced technological weapon is enough to directly deal with the masters in the field of the old art.

Zhao Qinghan looked at Wang Xuan and found that he was very calm. Obviously, this is a man with a strong heart and his own beliefs. Does he think there is still a way out for the old art?

"So..." Qin Cheng spoke again, continuing the previous words, looking at Zhao Qinghan, and said: "It's a pity if Old Wang is buried like this. Goddess Zhao, do you have any way to help Wang Xuan, such as the practice of new techniques, or take Wang Xuan to Xinxing."

He said so much just to lay the groundwork, and he didn't hesitate to lose face and ask Zhao Qinghan to help Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan waved his hand to stop his words, and then patted his shoulder and said: "I know my way very well."

He and Qin Cheng didn't say thank you, because he understood his intentions, but he didn't want him to ask for help like this.

Zhao Qinghan told her that she would promote this matter after returning to Xinxing, but she couldn't guarantee anything.

Wang Xuan expressed his gratitude to her, but declined politely. He wanted to think about his own way again.

Zhao Qinghan nodded, smiled, and got up and said goodbye soon, saying that they would meet again in the future.

Wang Xuan and Qin Cheng stood up and watched her leave.

Qin Cheng said: "Old Wang, you don't seem to want to get too involved with her, but I think it's a pity to reject her like this. If she is willing to help, she can probably take you to Nova."

Wang Xuan shook his head: "High-end players have already begun to explore a mysterious area. I can't afford to offend them at the moment. I don't want to get involved."

Qin Cheng nodded and said: "That makes sense. What place do you say that is? She mentioned that someone has ambitions and wants to ignite the divine fire. What's going on?"

"There is too little information to clarify what the situation is, but it sounds like it is related to the Western belief in deification."

"Oh my god, no?!" Qin Cheng was shocked and said: "In this era, can anyone really dream of becoming a god? Crazy!"

Wang Xuan said: "Who knows what they have discovered? Didn't she say that there are also people who are daydreaming about becoming a Buddha?"

Qin Cheng sighed: "It seems that something really happened in the depths of the starry sky. I seem to feel the strong wind over there. The sea of ​​stars and the new era are so vast that I am so excited that I can't wait to rush over there."

"After the founding of the country, you are not allowed to become a spirit!"

Qin Cheng was speechless when he heard him suddenly say this, and felt that this joke was a bit cold.

Wang Xuan said: "What I mean is that with such advanced technology, some chaebols in the new star can only imagine it. If they really dare to go beyond the limit, they will probably die miserably. Other organizations and large institutions will definitely take action, and the country will not sit idly by. Those who go against the general trend will be crushed into dust by all parties."

...

In the evening, Wang Xuan returned to his residence and carefully studied the bamboo slips given to him by Professor Lin, trying to feel the power buried in the years.

Qin Cheng's words touched him to some extent. In this era, the technological civilization is so brilliant that the top masters of the old art can't stop those weapons and can't see a way out.

The stars are shining, the world has been here for thousands of years, and the times have changed. Can the old skills be reborn?

Wang Xuan put down the bamboo slips and went to look at the physical skills recorded in the golden book. He practiced for a while according to the engravings on the first page. When he felt a slight pain in his internal organs, he stopped and did not dare to force it.

He knew that what Zhang Daoling left behind must be a priceless treasure, but he could not rush for success.

What made him feel more at ease was that the pain was different from what Qingmu said. He seemed to be able to adapt slowly. After a short rest, he could continue to practice.

Half an hour later, he felt that he had reached his limit, so he stopped decisively and stopped practicing the physical skills in the golden book.

"Take a look at the old skills scripture that Zhou Mingxuan gave me."

Two days ago, at a class reunion, he got a secret book of old skills from Zhou Mingxuan. After bringing it back, he had not read it carefully.

He did not hold much hope and did not think that the other party would give him something extraordinary.

"Huh, it's similar to the Golden Body Technique I practiced, or even its sequel?" Wang Xuan was surprised and began to study it carefully.

This is a physical technique called "Golden Body", which seems to have a powerful effect. According to the records, in the later stage, it can be fearless of human weapons.

Wang Xuan was speechless. The description of this physical technique in the book is a bit exaggerated, right?

If it really has such an amazing effect, how could Zhou Mingxuan give it to him.

When Wang Xuan saw the back, his face changed and he threw the secret book on the table directly.

"Old Zhou, don't blame me for beating your son. If the opportunity is right in the future, I will beat him every time I meet him!"

He felt that he was fooled by Zhou Mingxuan. What kind of broken secret book is this? The things recorded in it are false at a glance and not reliable at all. No wonder Old Zhou gave it to him.

According to the records, the ability to resist blows will increase sharply after the first level is practiced, and it will take about a year.

Then, the secret book clearly stated that the time required to upgrade each level would double. Who could practice this physical skill?

Wang Xuan wanted to fight Zhou Yun right away. According to this calculation, if he didn't live for hundreds of years, he would dream of practicing this physical skill to a higher level!

He turned the page back. It was already beyond nine levels? A full... thirteen levels! No, he looked carefully and found that there were even fourteenth and fifteenth levels in the deduction!

"Oh my!" Wang Xuan was stunned. Hundreds of years were not enough. Was this a physical skill for people to practice?

"Old Zhou, just do it and wait and see!" Wang Xuan threw the yellowed scripture that looked like an ancient artifact aside.