Of course, I understood that Zhang Zhenren's reminder contained a lot of expectations. Even though we weren't from the same era, he had used this special method to teach me martial arts. As the saying goes, God is watching. I couldn't let him down, and I wouldn't go back on my words.
However, I couldn't find any information about the Taiji Fist in my head, which made me a little bit depressed.
"Ahem, Zhang Zhenren, aren't you going to teach me the Taiji Fist?" I asked shamelessly, my tone becoming more respectful.
I didn't expect that he would roll his eyes at me. He said calmly, "It's just something I've learned during my daily life. Usually, it's for the disciples of the Wudang Sect to practice. Although it's powerful, it's not suitable for you. This True Martial Seven Skills is the real martial art. Moreover, it will be very effective against the Blood-fiend Demon King."
After listening to his explanation, I suddenly understood. He was right. One shouldn't be greedy. It was fate that I had met Zhang Zhenren.
"Okay, Zhang Zhenren. Don't worry. I won't let you down," I said solemnly, my face full of fighting spirit.
If Zhang Zhenren said so, he wouldn't lie to me. It was already my lucky chance to get the True Martial Seven Skills.
Shortly after, the scene in front of me changed, and I was back in the secret chamber. In my head, there was a complete set of chants.
The so-called True Martial, as the name suggested, contained the true meaning and essence of martial arts. Although there were many martial arts in the world, after thousands of years, most of the techniques had more or less changed. For example, some manuscripts were incomplete. After all, there weren't many recording tools in the ancient times, and they weren't as easy to pass down as antiques. To avoid wasting precious resources, the later generations repaired the damaged techniques. After many attempts, some of them were successfully repaired, but the effects were greatly reduced. In terms of martial arts techniques, there was a saying that went, 'the slightest difference is the difference of a thousand miles'.
I felt that this was one of the reasons why the martial arts civilization had declined. Even I didn't expect that I could use the Martial Saint Tablet to talk to the big shots from thousands of years ago. It was unbelievable.
Looking at the Martial Saint Tablet in front of him, it had already lost its luster. Other than floating in midair, it was no different from an ordinary stone.
It was obvious that although such a cultivation method was extremely magical, it required a large amount of resources. Most importantly, it depended on one's luck. Curator Du should have entered the Martial Saint Monument many times, but he didn't have any particularly shocking cultivation techniques. This was most likely related to my physique.
I bowed deeply towards the Martial Saint Tablet before walking out of the secret room. "How was it? Not bad, right?"
"Yes."
I nodded in satisfaction. Seeing this, Curator Du's eyes brightened. Although he was curious about what I had harvested, he restrained himself and didn't ask. No matter who it was, they all wanted to have some private space. If they were like a piece of white paper exposed in front of others, they would feel uncomfortable.
Without a doubt, Curator Du's actions were a form of respect for me. Since I would have to show it sooner or later, it would be more interesting to have some expectations.
"Curator Du, thank you for your nurturing."
I cupped my fists, feeling really touched. As the saying goes, details show character. Curator Du had done his best to help me. He was standing on the level of Nan Yun Province and hoped that I could do well. Even if I wasn't his last disciple, he still did his best to nurture me. Just this kind of broad-mindedness was enough to make me feel good.
Although what he had done was a hidden investment, it was undeniable that it was also a manifestation of his personal ability. For example, when Qian Duoduo had first met me, he had generously gifted me a villa. He had even allowed me to show off in front of my mother-in-law, even though we hadn't interacted for a period of time. Reality had proven that Qian Duoduo's method was wise. He had used a small amount to win a big one. For a businessman of his level, even if he had lost a villa for nothing, it wouldn't have been painful or itchy.
"You're too polite. It's a great fortune for our province to have a freak like you. I can only do what I can. You'll have to rely on yourself in the future," Curator Du said sincerely. His simple gaze contained a lot of meaning.
"Alright, I understand." After entering the Martial Saint Monument twice, I completely understood the mission on my shoulders.
The current Blood Demon wasn't in his peak state. If Grandmaster Chen and Curator Du could catch him quickly, it would be fine. Even if they couldn't kill him, they could at least seal him. However, according to the information I obtained, the Blood Demon was evolved from the Heart Demon. Heart Demon wasn't something that could be seen or seen, but it was something that almost everyone had. It could be as small as a small matter, or as large as a martial artist's psychological barrier. They all belonged to the category of Heart Demon. Coincidentally, the Blood Demon had used his demonic arts to absorb these things, causing him to grow rapidly. Moreover, he was in the state of a wildfire that couldn't be extinguished.
This characteristic was somewhat similar to a corpse puppet. Therefore, it was necessary to destroy him in one fell swoop. The one who tied the bell should untie it. It was because of me that the Blood Demon had reappeared. I couldn't place any hope in him.
I looked at my phone and found that I had spent an hour in there. To me, it was like experiencing four seasons. My state of mind had also improved a lot.
Then, Curator Du and I chatted as we walked. We found the four women. Since it was a modified Wing Chun Fist for women, it wasn't difficult for them to learn it. In such a short time, they had already learned one or two moves. Moreover, their movements were very good. I couldn't help but look at them in a different light.
When we arrived at the restaurant, Curator Du invited us to eat. As the host of Kun City, Curator Du knew Kun City's food very well. He brought us to an ancient restaurant. Although the decorations weren't very high class, the taste of the dishes was superb.
The four women couldn't stop praising the food, saying that this trip wasn't in vain.
"Wow, you don't have to go to a high-class restaurant to eat. At most, the dishes look good, but the taste isn't that great." Liu Jie couldn't help but sigh.
"Yeah, the best places to eat aren't in the bustling commercial streets. They are hidden in small alleys. However, outsiders usually don't know about them." Sister-in-law also chimed in.
"Anyway, it's not far from Yun City. We can come here often in the future." Little Cherry giggled.