Chapter 13: Lost due to small

Looking at the shopkeeper, Zhennan Tian said indifferently: "You are very dedicated, but you are old, and have enough power but not enough power."
"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Zhen Zhilan was confused.
The shopkeeper was also confused, unable to understand the deep meaning in the words.
With a sigh, Zhennan Tian took out the paper ball again and said, "The boy said just now that he was right, you know nothing about martial arts!"
what?
The problem is martial arts?
The shopkeeper recalled the content of the two hundred words of martial arts and said: "Old Master, I am wrong! From the content of two hundred words of martial arts, regardless of the martial arts, moves and connections are very mediocre, absolutely inferior goods, old This kind of eyesight is still there!"
"Really? You try to practice according to martial arts." The old hall said.
The shopkeeper stood up and practiced the two hundred-word martial arts with his memory.
He thought that he could simply play the tricks in martial arts, but as a strong man in the middle of the age, he tried some clever martial arts, but he still couldn't play martial arts coherently as if he lacked anything.
"I'll try it!" Zhen Zhilan saw her heart, and volunteered.
She also felt that this martial art was rare and should be easy to use.
Who knows, according to martial arts practice, she is extremely clumsy and far worse than the shopkeeper.
"What's going on? It seems to be a very easy move, but why can't I get it together?" Zhen Zhilan was not convinced and tried a few more times, but he didn't make any progress.
Zhennan Tian collected the paper and said: "The martial arts are divided into three grades. The inferior martial arts are simple and ordinary, the superior martial arts are profound and profound, and the best martial arts are simplified."
"This martial art is a superb martial art, which seems ordinary, but it contains a great mystery, you look at it seriously!" Zhen Nantian demonstrated this martial art on the spot.
Its inner strength is like a turbulent wave, converging on the nine fingers, and then hit continuously.
One after another, he threw himself hard and hit the rockery in the distance.
Just listen to the booming booming sound and make nine deep holes in a row.
Its power makes the shopkeeper and Zhen Zhilan take a breath.
"High quality martial arts?" The shopkeeper stunned.
Zhennan received the merits and shook his head: "To be precise, it is the best in Chinese martial arts, very close to high martial arts."
"Now, do you have anything else to ask?" Zhennan Tian looked at the shopkeeper.
The latter's face was filled with bitterness and bitterness, saying: "Thank you for the old temple master's enlightenment, thank the temple for many years of cultivation, aging, and gone!"
He even mistakes a book that is close to high-grade martial arts as a low-grade martial art.
These mistakes are a shame for his treasurer.
No need to drive him away from the temple, he has no face to stay.
When Zhen Zhilan felt sorry, he murmured: "Why did that kid come with so many advanced skills?"
First is the incomparable mentality, followed by this book "Taking Snow to Seek Plum" with only two hundred words.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Zhen Nantian stuffed the materials and thunderfire char in her hands.
Zhen Zhilan was so impressed that when he saw the light, he immediately ran out.
At the door of the temple, he caught up with Xia Qingchen who was about to leave.
"Little... little boy, wait!" She blurted out the word "boy" and changed her name when she came to her mouth.
Xia Qingchen turned her head to see her, stopped and waited for her to run over: "What's the matter?"
"Here!" Zhen Zhilan handed over the materials and thunder fire.
Xia Qingchen wondered slightly, what is the identity of this girl named Zhi Lan? Can I get things from the counter at will?
"What do you want?" Xia Qingchen asked when he was powerless.
Zhen Zhilan's eyes were full of expectation: "Martial arts! The martial arts that made nine holes!"
She does not know the name of martial arts, and can only imitate grandpa's moves.
The eagerness of martial arts and the clumsy simulation of the look, but let his proud, elegant temperament add a sense of humility.
"Is it "Taking Snow to Seek Plum"?" Xia Qingchen said: "However, I only have half of it."
Half?
That's enough!
The half is comparable to the high-quality martial arts, the value is much higher than the materials in hand.
"it is good!"
Xia Qingchen wrote half of it on the spot, exchanged it for what he needed, and left.
Zhen Zhilan rejoiced, holding half of his martial arts back.
Zhennan Tian looked forward with great anticipation and stepped forward and asked, "Are you asked?"
"Ask, I asked! You see!" Zhen Zhilan took the martial arts with joy.
Who knows, Zhennan Tianyi stunned: "Who wants you to ask about martial arts? I asked you to ask for his name and origin, and befriend him! Don't tell me, you didn't even ask for his name."
Xia Qingchen is good, will it be difficult to exchange martial arts in the future?
He didn't keep the balance, he also knew how to improve "Tian Tian Canjuan", and even healed his twisted martial arts.
This is the most important!
"Ah? I... forgot." Zhen Zhilan rubbed his hands in conscience, and bowed his head in shame.
She saw that "Taking Snow to Seek Plum" was so powerful that she only cared about this martial art.
"Hey! You, I... Oops!" Zhennan Tian hated the iron, and stomped his feet, blowing his beard and staring: "Then what are you doing for a while, don't you chase?"
"Oh!" Zhen Zhilan grieved like a pitiful little cat, shrunk her neck, and turned to chase Xia Qingchen.
But, after so long, Xia Qingchen had already left, and disappeared.
She looked around at the door, anxious and helpless. How can she tell Grandpa this time?
"Town girl! How can you get out of the door? Is there anything small to do for you?" Anxious, a wealthy middle-aged man walked beside him.
In a Jinyi, with a big belly, there are several bodyguards in the Dachen position.
The eyes are smooth and smooth.
At a glance, he knew that he was a big man in the city, but in front of Zhen Zhilan, he lowered his head.
Who dare to disrespect the granddaughter of the former martial arts myth, the precious daughter of the current temple lord?
"It's you, my father is inside." Zhen Zhilan glanced at him, recognized him, and didn't care.
The rich middle-aged man in front of him is Wang Bahu, the owner of the fairy pavilion in the city.
When the father was not the shrine master, he had always acted as a little servant beside his father.
Later, when his father took over the temple, he sent him to self-reliance. Relying on the identity of the temple master, he created a career and founded the most luxurious fairy pavilion in Yungu City.
Should I come to find my father now?
"It's not a rush to find the temple master. If the town girl has something urgent, I can act as your first worry." Wang Bahu is well aware that Zhen Zhilan is the heir to the future temple.
She is not pleased now, and when she succeeds the master in the future, his scenery will never return.
Zhen Zhilan hesitated and asked, "Did you just see a young man walking past? The age is not much different from mine, tall and thin."
Wang Bahu pondered and said, "But the one who was talking to the girl at the door just now?"
Just a long time ago, he saw Zhen Zhilan talking to Xia Qingchen at the door of the temple, so he gave Xia Qingchen a look.
"Yes, yes! It's him! Do you know who he is?" Zhen Zhilan beamed and asked quickly.
Wang Bahu thought without hesitation: "Recognize, Xia Qingchen!"
Xia Qingchen was fainted and fainted on the way to the Wuge assessment, becoming the city's laughing stock.
He often participates in various banquets. In the laughter after drinking, he heard Xia Qingchen's name and he soon heard the cocoon. Why didn't he know?
So I recognized it at a glance.
"Who? Xia Qingchen?" Zhen Zhilan was stunned. Even people like her who could not cultivate in the inner layer of the temple had heard of Xia Qingchen's deeds.
But that utter waste is the same person as the inscrutable Xia Qingchen in the temple?