the next day.

After sending a craftsman to make a specially customized necklace from fine gold.

Jiang Dali directly embedded the Evil Emperor's relic into a spherical cross formed by two interlaced iron rings, and then hung it majestically on a necklace as a huge pendant, wearing it around his neck and hanging it on his chest.

The evil emperor's relics, coveted by people in the world, hung like a magical ornament on Jiang Dali's thick neck.

Even the Evil King Shi Zhixuan and the Demon Emperor Xiang Yutian would not dare to do such crazy acts of hatred.

However, Jiang Dali was unscrupulous and not worried about anyone coveting and daring to rob him. In fact, if someone really dared to rob him, he would be very excited.

Finish this thing.

Jiang Dali stopped staying, took Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing with him, rode on the magic eagle, and headed straight for Kaifeng, the capital of the Song Dynasty.

There was a fierce wind high in the sky.

With the two girls by their side, Murong Qingqing played the music of the piano and played the song "Meeting a Friend in Mountains and Flowing Waters". Wang Yuyan grumbled while sewing a new cloak for Jiang Dali and complained.

"Master of the village, from now on all the sewing work will be left to Master Dongfang. Every time I work hard to sew a few pieces of clothes for you, you ruin one set every few days, and I am too busy to work anymore."

Jiang Dali took a sip of the fine wine from Wu Shen Jue Palace and said with a smile, "Why don't you, Xiao Wang, also learn the "Sunflower Collection"? Improve your needlework skills."

Wang Yuyan immediately threw away her cloak and hummed, "Master, please don't make fun of me. No matter how good the clothes are, if you have a strong tendon and strong strength, it will be considered good if they can last for a month."

This time you are going to be honored in front of the Emperor of Song Dynasty, why not ask him to reward you with a piece of clothing that will never be torn?"

Jiang Dali's eyes lit up and he said with a smile, "This is indeed a good suggestion, but unfortunately, I am afraid that even the tailor who sews dragon robes for the emperor cannot sew clothes that my village master cannot tear.

"

As he spoke, Jiang Dali let out a sip of alcohol, took another sip and looked at Wang Yuyan and said, "Let's get down to business, these days you have been studying the Taixuan Sutra and the boxing manuals obtained from Wushen Jue Palace, and you can work out a method suitable for integrating into this book.

The village master’s new martial arts system?”

Before Wu Shen Jue Palace left, Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing had searched the Wu Shen Jue Palace, and luckily found some boxing records from the old boxing sect and half a book recording the "Killing" created by Jue Wu Shen.

The remaining chapter of the Boxing Manual.

Jue Wushen is indeed a martial arts prodigy. He creates unique killing punches based on the boxing manual. He emphasizes force but not form, and he is a great inspiration to Jiang Dali.

In his "Hercules Fist", there are more palm techniques, finger techniques, and claw techniques, but less boxing techniques are incorporated.

If the essence of the killing fist can be taken and integrated into "Hercules Fist", perhaps "Hercules Fist" can truly become a unique skill in the realm of heaven and man. Jiang Dali is very much looking forward to it.

But after all, "Killing Fist" is only half a part.

Jiang Dali and Wang Yuyan have been discussing and researching for many days, but have not yet sorted out the theoretical moves suitable for optimizing "Hercules Fist".

Wang Yuyan frowned and shook her head in embarrassment, "Master, there is a long way to go, and there is actually no rush. This new martial arts research cannot be accomplished in a day, and it also needs to be done step by step. We should have more in-depth exchanges and even fights every day, so that we can gradually find inspiration and ourselves.

Defects, only in this way can we fill them up..."

"Yeah! You're right."

Jiang Dali pondered, stood up and looked at the mist-shrouded Qingdai in the distance, and said with emotion and smile, "After playing a thousand songs, you will hear the sound of dawn, after watching a thousand swords, you will know the weapon."

When it comes to martial arts, you really can't be in a hurry.

In this year, I have made rapid progress and my strength has improved by leaps and bounds. It is true that I have moved too fast and my heart has been a little anxious, thus neglecting many scenery and inspirational inspirations. Let’s talk slowly in the future...

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At this time, the gentle sound of the piano seemed to turn into countless sounds of water, resounding by the lakeside, like thousands of raindrops floating in the sky, washing and calming people's souls.

Murong Qingqing played the harp with a smile, and sang softly in her mouth, "Laughing at everything with ease, only smelling the fragrance of flowers filling the windows.

When the flowers are full and the moon is full, the water will stay forever. When the flowers are full, the heart will also be full..."

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Chapter completed!