MTL - Beiyin Great Sage-Chapter 65 break

  Chapter 65 Breakup

   Walking out of the wooden house, Zhou Jia's respectful face gradually faded, and finally turned into indifference.

   "Brother Zhou."

   Fatty Han came closer, rubbing his hands, showing embarrassment:

   "I didn't expect that things would turn out like this. It's all because I didn't do my job well enough to leave clues and be found."

   "It's okay." Zhou Jia shook his head:

   "We were originally members of the Third Elder, and now we just deepened our relationship. It's no big deal."

   Having said that.

   But no matter what happened before, he can advance and retreat freely.

  Now the real supervisor of the mine has changed hands, if something happens to him, he will be pulled out to block the gun like Cao Honglai.

   Regarding this point, Zhou Jia has no doubts.

   In other words, he is now involuntary, and he is forced to make this choice.

"makes sense."

   Fatty Han nodded, and said in a voice:

   "Since there is nothing wrong, let's go have a drink and relax. I almost thought I was going to die just now."

   "That's right." Dai Lei said:

   "We can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. At least we have become acquainted in front of the third elder, and we will have a backer in the future."

"never mind."

  Zhou Jia gently shook his head:

   "I still have something to do, so I won't stay any longer."

   "Farewell!"

   As he spoke, he cupped his hands and walked outside without waiting for the two to answer.

  Watching Zhou Jia's back gradually go away, the smile on Fatty Han's face also quietly subsided, and his eyes were full of regret.

   "He is not with us." Dai Lei stepped forward and stood side by side with him:

   "I lived with him for a while, Zhou Jia only wanted to survive, and never thought about how to go further here."

"Ah…"

  She snorted lightly, showing disdain:

   "It's a delusion to return to the earth all day long!"

   "It's a pity." Fatty Han sighed softly:

   "He was lucky, he became a fifth rank early on. If he is willing to give it a try, he may not be able to become a master of seventh rank or higher in the future."

   "Now that something like this has happened, the friendship between us may be..."

"Gone!"

  He could see clearly that although Zhou Jia acted nonchalantly and politely, he might have drawn a clear line with the two of them in his heart.

  The friendship between fellow earthlings is already weak.

  It doesn’t even exist today.

   "So what?" Dai Lei narrowed her eyes:

   "He can't count on it, so why not take advantage of it, as long as we all work together, we can achieve something."

   Fatty Han was silent, and nodded slowly after a long time.

  ...

   Zhou Jia did not go back to the mine directly, but took the token given to him by the third elder to the place where the resident was in charge of the internal affairs collection.

   Book of Books.

  The name of the Dalin Dynasty is similar to the book mountain that the ancients of the earth said.

  It is located at the core of the resident, and most of the people who come and go are masters of the sixth rank, seventh rank or above, so there are not many guards.

  The huge tree house is carved with many spaces of different sizes, and each space is filled with things like books, bamboo slips, and jade.

  A long table across the middle, blocking the way in.

  Behind the table, an old man was taking a nap.

  Zhou Jia took a serious look at the old man, not because of the so-called hidden masters of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but because in Huojiabao, the elderly are really rare.

  Even in the inner city, there are not many people over the age of fifty.

  As for the one in front of you, I'm afraid there will be seventy or eighty!

  Compared to deacons and elders who can climb to high positions, such long-lived old people are truly enviable existences.

"Well…"

   Seemingly sensing the gaze of others, the old man rubbed his face and opened his cloudy eyes:

   "Is there something wrong?"

"Um."

  Zhou Jia nodded and handed over the token:

   "The third elder asked me to choose a book of martial arts."

   "Oh!" The old man's expression changed:

   "What type of martial arts do you want to choose? Fist, sword, secret technique, source technique..."

   "Can you choose all of them?" Zhou Jia's eyes lit up.

   "It's all right." The old man nodded:

   "In this world, if you die today, you will never live. Martial arts are not worth much, but you can only choose one. You have to think about it."

   As he spoke, he took out a booklet from under the table, put it down and opened it, revealing the ruins inside:

   "This is the catalog, pick it yourself."

  The booklet is dozens of pages thick, and each page has a lot of words, so dense that people don’t know how to choose. Zhou Jia frowned, and handed the other party an Origin Stone:

   "I also ask my husband for advice."

   "Hey..." The old man skillfully collected the origin stone, stroked his beard and said with a smile:

   "The origin technique method comes from Fei Mu's world, and it requires high physical fitness. If you don't have talent, you can't cultivate it even if you have the skills."

   "The types of secret skills are the fewest, and the most useful. For example, short-term bursts of strength and speed, most people who come here will choose one, but secret skills will consume the body, so it is not good to use more."

   "Other martial arts are divided into upper, middle, and lower ranks. The upper rank is the most powerful, and so on, but the stronger the better."

   "Why?" Zhou Jia was puzzled.

   "It's very simple." The old man spread his hands and said:

   "The strongest also means the most difficult. It may take two or three years to practice ordinary martial arts until you can use them freely, but it may take a year to get started with high-grade martial arts."

   "Dacheng, let alone the Year of the Monkey."

   "In this place, there is not so much time for you to practice."

  Zhou Jia suddenly realized.

  As far as he knows, most of the sixth-rank masters of the Ichthyosaurs have cultivated a martial skill to the proficient stage, just like Samuel.

  But it is definitely not a top-grade martial art.

   Otherwise, he wouldn't be so easy to kill the opponent.

  Martial arts, light skills, and kung fu must be practiced, and you must also deal with dangers that may come at any time. The quick and relatively powerful kung fu is obviously the most popular.

  Although high-grade martial arts are good, it takes a long time of immersion to practice to truly exert their power, which is not in this category.

certainly.

   This is someone else, Zhou Jia has the talent to handle soldiers, but there is no need to worry so much.

   Now said:

   "Old man, I want to choose an axe, the more powerful the better!"

   "Are you sure?" The old man raised his eyebrows:

   "There are not many people who practice the ax technique, and few people know the top-grade ax technique. After you learn it, no one will communicate with you."

  No communication means no guidance.

   Zhou Jia knew what it was like. He practiced hard every day, but his martial arts proficiency did not increase at all, and he was so worried that he could lose his hair.

   Of course that was before.

   Now it is different.

  As for the secret skills, he has also learned about them before, and he has never heard of any secret skills that have a large increase in "violence" and have almost no sequelae.

   "No problem." Zhou Jia smiled lightly:

   "Just treat it as an observation in your spare time."

   "Okay then." The old man sighed softly, opened the book to a certain side, stretched out his hand and pointed upwards:

   "Eight-faced soul-killing axe, black wind axe, and furious thunder axe. These three axe methods are all high-grade martial arts, which is what the Dalin Dynasty called superior martial arts. Among them, the furious thunder ax is the most powerful."

"Well…"

   After thinking about it, he continued:

   "It is rumored that the thunder ax was formed by a strong man in the Dalin Dynasty after observing Feimu's world's thunder origin technique, so it can also increase its power with the help of foreign objects."

   "For example, an ax that discharges electricity."

   "Oh!" Zhou Jia's eyes lit up:

   "Then choose it."

   "Up to you." The old man shook his head lightly, without much persuasion, got up to fetch a book, and said:

   "It can be copied but not passed on privately. Offenders will be punished heavily and returned after three days."

"Yes."

  Zhou Jia flipped through the pages, put away the book and turned around to go, when he saw a figure who should not have appeared here walk by the door.

  ...

  Inside the house.

  Deacon Lu touched his shiny head, and asked in a muffled voice:

   "Who is in charge of the mine now?"

   "Return to the deacon." One person replied:

   "After Cao Honglai left, he was handed over to a woman named Samuel, but this woman died in a secret passage a few days ago, and Zhou Jia is currently in charge."

   "Zhou Jia..." Deacon Lu narrowed his eyes:

   "The name sounds familiar."

   "He's from a place called Earth, and he's from Wei Zhixing's hometown."

   "Wei Zhixing!" The name made Deacon Lu's eyes condense, his face turned ruthless, and the scar that was added at some time on his face became even more ferocious.

   "Deacon." The person below said:

   "There are those things in the secret channel. Without your help, they can't transport the mine without permission. What should we do next?"

   "Humph!"

  Deacon Lu sneered:

   "No hurry."

  (end of this chapter)