Jiang Yan handed over the money and took a boat to the downstream along the Yangtze River. The journey was smooth sailing.

The founding of the Great Sui Dynasty was only thirty-six years before it entered dusk. The vast areas north of the Yangtze River and east of Mount Wu were already intertwined with the imperial court and the rebel forces, and the wars continued.

However, the war has not yet burned to the middle reaches of the Yangtze River for a generation. Although Jiujiang County, Tong'an County and other places along the way were occupied by the Iron Cavalry Association and Poyang Sect, there was no conflict with the court.

Both sides have a tacit understanding and cannot delay the smooth flow of the Yangtze River, otherwise it will hinder others from making money, and they may be attacked by groups.

The merchant ships traveled from the river to the East China Sea, almost no interruption. In addition to the ships of the Song family, there were also forces such as the Dajiang Society, the Jukun Gang, and the Water Dragon Gang, and there were also traces of the aristocratic families.

When Jiang Yan and Shi Long were discussing the martial arts principles of the Yijin Jing that day, they told the location of the secret book that they found, which was about in a valley on the Exi River in Xuanzhou.

He got off the boat at the nearby pier, avoided the crowd, searched in the valley for several days, and saw a strange rock by the stream that was out of place and seemed to be transported by someone, but there was no trace of moving.

Jiang Yan pushed away the big stone hard, and there was a small box underneath, made of ordinary iron, and there was rust. When he opened it, he saw a book inside, and the cover was written in seal script with the three words "The Legend of Eternal Life".

He held it in his hand and was not in a hurry to read it. He thought carefully about the connection between this secret book and the Yijin Jing.

The Nine Yin Sutras and the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Surrendering were born from Zhongnan Mountain, which is naturally because of the intersection of Guo and Yang and the inheritance of the ancient tomb school.

The Yijin Jing is not in Songshan, but falls in this valley, which clearly replaces the Eternal Life Art that should have fallen in Shilong's hands.

Then this place may be the burial place of the "Rakshasa girl" Fu Junhao in the original work. She died in Yu Wenhua and her hands for helping Shuanglong. Shuanglong buried the immortality with her.

Jiang Yan had long felt that the secrets from the sky were not distributed at will, and it was more verified now. In the future, as long as the location of the meteor fell, he could roughly guess how many secrets there were in this world and which martial arts they were.

In this way, there is finally hope. You can try to fill in the roll and see what will happen in the end.

After straightening out the idea, Jiang Yan opened the secret book. The material was very strange, like silk but not silk, or cloth but not cloth. There were tadpole characters in front, which were difficult to identify.

He ignored it and continued to turn it back. There were seven patterns in total, marking the direction of the human body's meridians, which should be arranged in the order of yin, yang, earth, metal, wood, water and fire.

I tried to practice and only followed a random picture to activate the internal qi. Immediately, the meridians were as uncomfortable as needles, and the true qi was clamoring, as if it was about to burst.

He thought that because he had a foundation in internal strength, he used the Beiming Divine Art and dispersed his internal strength into the eight extraordinary meridians without leaving any true energy.

But even if you achieve this level, you still cannot practice it. The Changsheng Art seems to have higher requirements than the Yijin Jing.

"I don't know how the Shuanglong got started in the original work?" Jiang Yan was a little surprised and thought to himself: "I and they are both the protagonist's lives, and they have no parents either.

If the difference is that they sacrificed an extra godmother with deep feelings. If I want to follow him, would I have to feel wronged by my master?

Forget it, my martial arts skills in the Freedom Sect are far better than the Eternal Life Skills. After I have improved it several times, I will not lose much in my realm, so there is no need to envy you."

He collected the secret book and left the place and headed to the riverside, preparing to take a boat to Yangzhou again.

The Yangtze River flows here quite tortuously, and the boats are inconvenient and occasionally blocked. So a local gang set up a dock and built hotels, restaurants, prostitutes and villages by the river for people to play and rest.

Jiang Yan sat on the Linjiang Tower, listening to the world's major events recently, while looking at the boats on the dock to see which one could be convenient for him to take the ride.

In this world, the world is the world, and the world is the world's affairs.

The important military camp in Xiangyang is very important. More than a month has passed, and people still mention changes in the city from time to time, guessing whose city will eventually fall into.

When talking about this, Jiang Yan is naturally indispensable. He is young and has a high martial arts skills, and he is a little shocking. He immediately praised him.

Some young and juniors in the building suffered disaster, and the elders scolded them like rain, and they were suppressed and lowered their eyebrows. Wine was not wine, and vegetables were not vegetables.

There is oppression and resistance. A middle-aged man denounced a young man for not being enterprising and unable to shine his family, which made him lose face.

"What grandpa left to you is a shop. You now only have one shop. What progress has it made?" The young man immediately refuted: "When my father was young, why didn't he strive for progress? I asked me to taste the taste of wealthy and noble children?"

The middle-aged man was speechless after this sentence. After a while, he came to his senses and was inconvenient to take off his shoes. He picked up his chopsticks and plucked them away, saying, "His parents both died, and he was only raised by the old man who made wine and could still be self-reliant. With such great achievements, why don't you learn?"

"I want to learn, don't you give me a chance?" The young man muttered while hiding, so angry that his father smoked in his seven orifices, threw away his chopsticks and went to get the bench.

The young man quickly surrendered and said, "Don't blame my father. I mean he has Ning Daoqi's teachings, and I don't have such a chance."

Jiang Yanzheng watched the excitement with relish, but never thought that the topic would turn around him. Seeing many young people in the building nodding in agreement with what the young man said, he couldn't help but say intimately:

"What is Ning Daoqi? I am the one who is destined to be. God personally arranges the protagonist, who can compare?"

At this time, a slight footsteps came from the stairwell. He felt a move in his heart. He knew that a master was coming. He looked up and saw a silver-haired man showing his head, and he couldn't help but wonder:

"Why is it Song Lu again? Did he install some surveillance device on me?"

The second floor seats were already full. Song Lu looked up and just looked at Jiang Yan. His heart moved slightly and led an elegant and humble young man behind him who was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old and walked over.

Jiang Yan secretly said that he was wrong. Now his outfit is elegant, with long beards over his shoulders, and his appearance is very eye-catching.

Sure enough, the other party approached and said, "Old sir, there is no empty space on the upper floor. Can you share a table with you?"

He nodded and said, "Please sit down!"

Song Lu and the young man took their seats together and bowed, "In the lower Song Lu, this is my nephew Song Shidao. This time I take a boat up and go to Sichuan to do some small business."

Jiang Yan thought it was a pity that he could not take the boat again, and responded: "I have been practicing in Taiyue for a long time. I was quiet and thoughtful, and wanted to go to the East China Sea to see the magnificent waves."

Song Lu praised him repeatedly, and waited for Master Song to call for wine and food, and said while drinking. Seeing that he had a strange appearance and his conversation was extraordinary, he thought about it carefully and never heard of such a person.

He touched his silver hair and said with some envy: "Brother Ding looks ethereal and looks like a god. He asked with ease, but he didn't know how old he was?"
Chapter completed!