Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin still kept the room he had booked at Huizhong Hotel in the afternoon, waiting for the martial arts corps to return.

The martial arts group members looked somewhat uncomfortable.

They felt that it was Zhao Chuanxin who made them suffer.

But no one dared to say it.

In the evening, Zhao Chuanxin held a banquet. They felt that it was wrong and that martial arts affairs should not be handled like this. It seemed that old Zhao was narrow-minded, but they still had to bite the bullet and have a drink.

Zhao Chuanxin is not a person who thinks in black and white, and he doesn't even care about being indecisive, but he hates being fussy about trivial matters.

It happened that Wang Ziping persuaded Zhao Chuanxin after drinking: "Mr. Zhao, you really shouldn't speak ill of the court in public. In the past, when the channels for speech were not open, this was a serious crime of treason."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him, smiled and said nothing.

Wang Ziping was talkative after drinking, and continued: "Mr. Zhao, please forgive me for offending you, but I have a few words to say today..."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "Okay, you're welcome to offend me."

Wang Ziping: “…”

He was about to say something when someone kicked him under the table.

Wang Ziping suddenly came to his senses, secretly glanced at Zhao Chuanxin, and found that he had lit a cigar.

I blanch.

Are you going to kill someone?

It is said that Zhao Chuanxin would kill people when he lit a cigar.

He quickly shut up.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, leaned on the window sill, looked at the night sky, and said to the dry rice on the ground: "When the handle of the dipper points to the east, spring will come to the world."

Ganfan: "Woof woof woof..."

Zhao Chuanxin told it: "Since ancient times, people in the Central Plains have attached great importance to the Big Dipper to identify directions and determine seasons. If you connect Tianxuan and Tianshu in a straight line and extend it about five times the distance, you can find the North Star, which is the north. When the handle of the Big Dipper points to the east, it is spring; when the handle of the Big Dipper points to the south, it is summer; when the handle of the Big Dipper points to the west, it is autumn; when the handle of the Big Dipper points to the north, it is winter."

Ganfan: "Woof woof woof..."

Everyone: "..."

Suba was like a fool, he didn't understand anything. He looked at the table full of delicious food and wine, his saliva was streaming down his face, but he didn't dare to go forward.

It was because the martial artists present were so powerful that it couldn't afford to provoke anyone.

Shang Yunxiang stood up, walked to Zhao Chuanxin's side, and asked him: "Mr. Zhao, I saw you fighting with someone in the ring. Your energy and strength were in sync, but your mind was not in sync with your energy. Your moves were very open and closed. May I ask who is Zhao Chuanxin's master?"

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "I don't have a master, I just learned these tricks by killing people."

Everyone was shocked.

This statement does not seem to be false.

Zhao Chuanxin loves the fruits of Chinese culture, but does not like the process of inheritance.

Civilization should try to make complex knowledge easy to understand, but some content is deliberately made complicated, just like various types of boxing.

What is the unity of heart and mind, mind and qi, qi and strength, shoulders and hips, elbows and knees, hands and feet...

The drilling fist belongs to water, the collapsing fist belongs to wood, and the cannon fist belongs to fire...

Good guy...

Is it really that difficult to speak human language?

Any disruption of intangible cultural heritage is closely related to the lack of human language.

In order to gild the sect, they would do anything possible.

Which part of the body needs to exert force when kicking someone, and which muscles need to be strengthened? These are things that can be explained in a few words, but you have to beat around the bush.

Many people say that kung fu is a way to kill people, so it cannot be passed down, because knights use martial arts to commit crimes.

What kind of logic is this?

These are Zhao Chuanxin’s views.

Everyone smiled awkwardly, feeling dissatisfied in their hearts but not daring to refute.

Li Shuwen asked him, "Tan Gong, I saw you in the ring. When you fight, you seem to be able to read the situation and rarely defend yourself. Aren't you afraid of hurting a thousand people and losing eight hundred of your own?"

Zhao Chuanxin: “Not afraid.”

Li Shuwen: “…”

When warriors get together to drink, they inevitably start to spar with each other or exchange skills.

Especially today, they are all masters.

Zhao Chuanxin listened more and said less, and Xingyue took notes secretly.

What's the matter with understanding or not? Old Zhao doesn't need this.

Xingyue can not only record their conversations and actions in detail, but can even detect the patterns of their muscle force and the changes in various pheromones in their bodies.

I demonstrated it to Zhao Chuanxin on glasses and found that the effect is real.

However, no one came to Zhao Chuanxin to exchange ideas.

After all, I've only heard that he was involved in contests of both superiority and death, but I've never heard of him competing against anyone in a closed-door contest.

The fighting skills gained from killing people don't sound like they have the ability to stop at the right time.

When the banquet was over, Benjamin Goldberg said to Zhao Chuanxin privately: "Master, I heard them muttering that the skills they exchanged seemed to be very basic and of little use."

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "Basics are useless? You must have said it the wrong way."

He did not return to the room, but teleported Bronze Eye No. 21 to Dongsha Island.

Because the highlight of today's refresh of "Code of the Old Gods" is here.

Lying on a lounge chair by the sea, Zhao Chuanxin opened a book while enjoying the cool breeze and listening to the sound of the waves.

[Elder No. 9 from the Void Realm, brought Master No. 35 of Axiom, and many apprentices from the Outer Realm, escorted the Elf Scouts, and made a deal with me.]

[I used 120 balls of Sand Sea Man Grass to exchange for the Elf Scout's personal freedom and its blowgun and other weapons. ]

[The 9th Elder of the Void Realm asked me: Do you still have seaweed? ]

【I shook my head: No more. 】

[The No. 9 Void Realm Elder leads his people away.]

The importance of sea grass is self-evident. Zhao Chuanxin doesn't believe that the No. 9 Void Realm Elder will give up.

[The Elf Scout was overjoyed: Let's leave quickly. ]

Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly transferred another batch of sea grass.

[The elf scout and I set up a stall to sell seaweed, and the stock was cleared out in an instant. ]

[Because the amount of gold coins is too large, most people choose to transfer through the virtual bank. I need to go to the bank to withdraw the gold coins. ]

[We just arrived at the bank, and the bank entrance was blocked by Axiom Master No. 35, Void Realm Striker No. 41 and a group of Outer Realm apprentices.]

[Master Axiom No. 35 sneered and said: Apprentice No. 555 from the outer realm, I knew that you would choose to conceal it for the sake of profit.]

【I looked at the bank teller: I want to withdraw money. 】

[The teller shook his head: Sorry, your account has been frozen.]

There were too many people and the old god's altar could not be used, so Zhao Chuanxin had to take his place.

He slammed the counter and said to Master of Justice No. 35, "Is there still any law? Is there still any law? I sold my own things, but I can't even withdraw the money?"

Void Realm Striker No. 41 said, "Outer Realm Apprentice No. 555, quickly hand over the Sea Man Grass. The Specialist will give you a reward later."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the Haishi Virtual Realm Bank. It was built in an extremely magnificent way, and the hall could even accommodate thousands of people.

Its building material is not soft gold.

He whispered to the elf scout: "Do you know what this place is built with?"

The elven scout also whispered back, "It's made of drill sand and slime. It takes a lot of time and effort for an elven carving knife to cut through it, and a light blade won't work either."

Zhao Chuanxin teleported the Torrential Pear Blossom Needle over, stood in front of the counter, and said to Master Axiom No. 35: "Listen to my advice, you can't control this matter, so just let me go."

Axiom Master No. 35 stared at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Do you think you have a chance to escape from the Axiom Master and the Void Striker? I advise you to think it over carefully."