When Zhou Yang collected historical materials, he also read some poems by Cao Cao, which not only expressed his political ambitions, but also reflected the suffering and tragic life of the people at the end of the Han Dynasty.

So I could only bite the bullet and answer: "Of course it is because of Cao Cao's unique style and his compassionate heart."

Yu Ji paused and said, "Zhang Jiao cannot realize the ideal of peace in the world. Maybe you can do it. Since you are destined to be with the Taiping Sutra and have great ambitions, then from today on, I will teach you to practice the Taiping Sutra well."

Although Zhou Yang was very moved when he heard this, he didn't want to be his apprentice as a Taoist priest. He smiled dryly and shook his head.

"What are the benefits of learning the secrets in the book? You have a deep understanding of them, why do you refuse?" Yu Ji asked.

"Because I can't do everything I can't do, and I want to marry many wives in the future!" Zhou Yang answered truthfully.

"Bang!"

Yu Ji suddenly flew over and kicked without warning.

Zhou Yang had footprints on his face, and he covered his face with pain and asked, "What are you doing?"

Yu Ji said angrily: "You still want to help Cao Cao unify the world. You don't even understand such a simple principle. All four elements are empty. It's a matter of Buddhism. Who stipulates that Taoist priests cannot marry their wives?"

Zhou Yang secretly glanced at him from the finger and asked, "Then have you married a wife?"

After saying that, he hurriedly covered his face with both hands, afraid of being kicked again. His face, which was not very handsome, could not become as unpretentious as this old man.

Yu Ji did not answer this question, but continued: "I looked at that corner and was even to the point of seeking death. Before hanging, I gave all my property to the poor, so I taught him the Taiping Sutra."

Zhou Yang did not dare to interrupt and listened seriously.

Yu Ji said again: "In addition to his ambitions, you are even thin and not very good-looking, but I can see that you may indeed help Cao Cao achieve peace in the world."

Zhou Yang thought to himself that although he looked a bit sorry, you, a veteran, were even more sorry to the audience. He was so happy that he asked curiously: "Where did you see it?"

Yu Ji said: "Have you heard of numerology?"

Counting? Isn’t it just fortune telling?

Zhou Yang and I don’t take this kind of thing seriously, they only use tarot cards or poker to deceive girls.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Yu Ji smiled and said, "You have six difficulties in your life, and one difficulty is more dangerous than the other. As long as you overcome these six difficulties, your achievements will be limitless, but..."

Zhou Yang couldn't help asking, "It's just what?"

Yu Ji said: "Even if the first five difficulties almost cost you your life, you can survive in the end. However, I am not sure to predict the last difficulties. Maybe you will die at that time, maybe... you can live in death."

After pausing for a while, he said, "The previous dilemma has passed."

It was not until this moment that Zhou Yang truly believed that the other party was not exaggerating. He remembered that when he first came to the Xiliang Desert, he almost starved to death halfway through the way, and later he was almost killed in the mountains and forests with Zhang Xun. It was indeed more dangerous than the last time.

"Depending on your luck, let's play again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Ji was still carrying both hands, but he quickly turned and kicked away.

Zhou Yang hurriedly blocked the Xingyun Sword in his eyebrows, but was still kicked back three steps. Unexpectedly, this thin and short old Taoist could kick out such a powerful force.

The two of them fought back and for more than ten rounds. Zhou Yang was already beaten to the point of being swollen. Finally, he was forced to retreat in the corner and had no choice but to wave his hand with tears in his hands to stop and he couldn't even say anything.

Yu Ji walked up to him and squatted down, gently tilted his cheek with his fingers, as if he was studying an antique, and said strangely: "I can't help but hitting, how many of those patterns have you practiced?"

Zhou Yang gasped and made a "seven" gesture.

After Yu Ji waited for him to rest, he asked him why he only practiced seven pieces.

Zhou Yang told Yu Ji about his feelings after practicing those patterns, and asked why when he reached the seventh picture, the feeling of entering the state would be as long as half a month. Will the patterns in the latter make people never come back for the rest of their lives.

The answer I got was yes, but only the last pattern could make the practitioner trapped in artistic conception for the rest of his life. Even Yu Ji himself had never practiced that pattern, but the others had nothing to do with it.

Although it feels like it will take a long time, it will not exceed a month.

It turns out that although the Taiping Sutra itself was written by Yu Ji, the pattern inside was created by Zhang Tianshi, the founder of Taoism. Some people say that Zhang Tianshi was a descendant of Zhang Liang, the Marquis of Liu, and it was not until the tenth year of Yongping that he and his disciples Wang Chang, Zhao Sheng and others bypassed Luoyang, took a boat into Poyang Lake, and went to Yunjinshan to refine alchemy and make medicine.

"Aren't the ancestor of Taoism Li Er from the Spring and Autumn Period?" Zhou Yang couldn't help asking.

"Funny!" Yu Ji slapped the swollen bag on his head hard and cursed, "Li Er is the ancestor of Taoism. Don't confuse Taoism with Taoism."

Zhou Yang immediately became silent, but began to feel that the old man in front of him was actually quite cute.

Yu Ji turned around, paused for a while, and continued, "Where did you talk about it? Oh! By the way, Master Zhang Tian used Huangbaizhi in the mountains for several years to finally refine Taiqing Shendan and Jiuding Shendan. Finally, he went to Sichuan to cure diseases and save people, and develop religious people..."

Zhou Yang almost fell asleep when he heard this, but pretended to be very interested and asked: "Zhang Jiao is as good as Master Zhang Tian. I guess Zhang Jiaoba is probably a descendant of Master Zhang Tian."

"Ah!"

Yu Ji turned around and kicked several times again, and the soles of his feet accurately stepped on Zhou Yang's face, forgetting where he was talking again.

Zhou Yang wiped the nose bleeding, but he never expected that the other party would suddenly become fierce again and again, and his movements were so rapid and powerful.

"In short, some people practice these Taiping Sutra patterns to become immortals and enlightenment, while others practice them to command the world, so you must seize this opportunity and practice them well."

Zhou Yang thought to himself that it was true that anyone became an immortal. But this time he didn't dare to say it, just pretending that Yu Ji was bragging. Isn't the Three Kingdoms Killing quite popular on the Internet? The Yu Ji skill in it was just a trick, and it was just a fool, which was similar to the image of the old Taoist in front of him.

Yu Ji frowned, as if he had noticed something, and looked up at his eyes and walked slowly.

Zhou Yang was afraid that his heart would be seen through, so he hurriedly smiled.

Yu Ji clapped his hands suddenly and smiled, "You will definitely become another kind of strange man. As long as you overcome those six difficulties, I have to tell you that the sixth difficulty is absolutely extraordinary. If you think you will die at that time, just practice the last pattern to see if you will become the second master Zhang Tian."

So Zhou Yang lived in the dilapidated temple. Every morning, he got up and fought with Yu Ji with his empty stomach. He was kicked to his nose and head swollen every time, but the other party never moved his hands.

He couldn't help but respect and fear the old Taoist, and asked him humbly for advice. However, Yu Ji shook his head and sighed at the speed of his progress.

Finally, Zhou Yang was finally beaten into a pig's head. When he was following the ancient well in the north of the temple, he almost couldn't recognize himself. He couldn't help but beg Yu Ji, "Master, can you stop slapping the face again in the future?"

More than a month passed in a hurry.

Tonight, Yu Ji came back with two chickens. This time, he hung an extra pot of wine around his waist, hummed a small song in his mouth, called him, and said, "It's almost done. As long as you work hard to practice those patterns in the future, you will surely achieve something."

Over the past few days, Zhou Yang has established an intimate relationship with this old Taoist, and said with concern after hearing this: "Are you leaving?"

As usual, Yu Ji pulled out his Nebula Sword and shaved the chicken hair, put it on the fire and roasted it, then handed him a pot of wine, and said, "In fact, using a sword is like reading. If you study hard, you will eventually become a nerd. Only by understanding it through continuous actual combat can you get real results. You have no intention of killing me, so it will be useless for us to fight for another hundred years."

Zhou Yang thought about it, just like when he was discussing swordsmanship with Zhao Qi that day, he seemed to have a great understanding, but in fact he was really attacked, but it was completely useless.

After taking a few sips of wine, Yu Ji said, "As for those patterns, I don't need to teach you. Anyone can practice well. The difference lies in the human nature that will lead to what kind of results. But you have not become obsessed with it until now. Obviously, you are a kind-hearted person."

Zhou Yang looked at the wine in the pot, but didn't know what to say. At this time, he couldn't help but think of the scene with Ma Yunlu at that time.

It turns out that crying and laughing are also so sad.

While drinking, Yu Ji got up and walked to the temple gate and said, "These two chickens will be left for you to eat. Save some, you still have a long way to go."

Zhou Yang quickly knelt down, kowtowed three times, and shouted: "Master, please take care of yourself!"

When he got up, the old Taoist had disappeared.

Zhou Yang packed up his mood and left the ruined temple. At this time, he was completely different from when he first arrived.

When walking on the road, passers-by often cast surprise glances at him. He knew that after practicing the Taiping Jing pattern, he gradually became mighty in terms of temperament and appearance.

At the same time, I found that there were yellow talismans at the doors of many farm houses. I thought that Yu Ji Lao Daoba probably relied on preaching and selling talismans to deceive these simple and ignorant farmers in exchange for chickens and wine.

Although Zhou Yang has not made much progress over the past few days, he has fought countless practical battles with Yu Ji and can basically control and release the sword. Therefore, with this skill, he was hired as a swordsman by a business traveler who was about to go to Anxing and set off together.

After successfully arriving in Anding, he found a famous guard and mentioned Zhang Xun's name. The guards immediately informed the captain.

The captain of the guard looked at him a few times and asked, "Who are you?"

Zhou Yang pretended to be honest and replied: "Next Zhou Yang, it was originally a swordsman hired by Lord Zhang, and was entrusted to come and tell General Zhang Ji some important matters."

The captain of the guards and several guards beside him changed their colors. Finally, he whispered to each other for a while, half-armed Zhou Yang and half-sented him to the barracks.

Zhou Yang did not dare to resist, and allowed the guards to surround him and came to the barracks stationed outside the city.
Chapter completed!