Chapter 97 Wu Ming’s Value

Zhao Mingyuan couldn't help being stunned.

Although I learned it in three days, I only learned it in three days by cheating with Dugu Nine Swords.

But this little old man Wu Ming learned it all by relying on his own talent.

Maybe he is really the kind of genius who can understand things at a glance and learn them instantly.

And he's not just a genius, he's an all-rounder.

Zhao Mingyuan asked: "From what senior said, there must be a lot of martial arts collected in the Sutra Pavilion. Could it be that senior is proficient in them all?"

Wu Mingdao: "I can't say I'm proficient, I just know a little bit."

Zhao Mingyuan naturally didn't believe it, he really only knew a little bit.

It seems that Wu Ming is indeed the military ceiling of Lu Xiaofeng's world.

But of course Zhao Mingyuan knew that Wu Ming was just talking. If he really took the benefits but didn't work, he would definitely have a lot of trouble waiting for him.

Zhao Mingyuan said: "Because you can't find a successor to you, a leader?"

As a human being, you still have to do what you want.

This Sutra Pavilion is well decorated.

Let’s practice Qigong first.

But opening the Sutra Pavilion is still a bit exaggerated.

But Zhao Mingyuan still asked: "Just because of these, the senior chose me to be the heir? What about Gong Jiu?"

The Sutra Pavilion contains a large number of classics. Rows of bookshelves are neatly arranged, and various collections are placed in categories. There are labels on each bookshelf, making it easy to find.

“The most important thing is that you are not only talented, but you also know how to advance and retreat, understand gains and losses, and work hard to make progress.

Zhao Mingyuan said: "I can think about it as long as I want?"

Wu Ming asked: "Who are you talking about?"

Zhao Mingyuan thought to himself, this is indeed a problem.

Wu Mingdao: "You might as well put this issue aside for now and go to the Sutra Pavilion to have a look. Maybe there is some kung fu you like."

Otherwise, it will be just like Lu Xiaofeng, who was pushed around and thrown in trouble, but in the end he still has to bow his head and admit defeat.

This is something I can't handle now.

So, I don’t care about your origins.”

Zhao Mingyuan naturally knew what Gong Jiu's weakness was.

Wu Mingdao: "He is indeed more suitable. I have really considered him, but I am afraid that he will not be able to stay on this island."

The little old man continued: "As for you, I have carefully investigated you, although your origin has not been found out, it is as if you suddenly appeared out of thin air in the world.

Wu Ming stared at Zhao Mingyuan, his eyes full of approval, and said:

Being able to retreat at the gambling table at the right time shows extraordinary determination.

Who makes yourself not strong enough?

But I don’t care about that.”

Zhao Mingyuan smiled and said nothing.

Zhao Mingyuan said: "Lu Xiaofeng."

The little old man said: "You might as well think about it more and then reply to me after you have figured it out."

Zhao Mingyuan smiled bitterly, after taking advantage of it, could he still leave?

However, I had already thought about this before I came here.

It is not only bright and clean, quiet and comfortable, but also rich in collections and collections.

He did not let Zhao Mingyuan speak, and said: "The people I want to kill must have their own way of killing them, and I will never make you feel guilty.

Maybe he has become the mastermind behind many major cases in the world, and cases like the Embroidery Thief will definitely follow.

The little old man said: "Of course it's up to you. I will never limit your time or your actions. No matter what you want to do, no matter where you go."

Zhao Mingyuan said: "Who?"

You have the potential to reach higher, which others do not have."

Zhao Mingyuan followed the guidance and came to the Sutra Pavilion on the island.

Zhao Mingyuan said: "For you, isn't this ideal?"

The little old man said: "Because they cannot be willing to be lonely. People who eat, drink, play and make trouble are people who are easily controlled by others."

Your talents and wisdom are far above the others on the island. I need people like you, but I will never force you."

Wu Mingdao: "In fact, almost all of these people on the island have other identities.

Zhao Mingyuan said: "Actually, there is someone who is more suitable."

The little old man said: "Your fame is just your cover. As you said, others can only see you as Zhao Mingyuan, but they can't see you killing people."

However, it would be great for Wu Ming to directly open his library to him. Is it really because he cherishes his talents too much?

The little old man Wu Mingdao said: "Of course not, their concentration is too poor. If I open them all, they will practice randomly and become obsessed and die."

Moreover, your swordsmanship and martial arts have never been seen in the world before.

The little old man said: "It's very ideal, but I'm also very lonely."

Most invisible people also have other identities. They can use those identities to become invisible and do things more conveniently. Why not?

Zhao Mingyuan couldn't guess it after much thought, so he simply asked Wu Ming directly.

But I know that talents like you are not born randomly, but are carefully cultivated by someone.

Zhao Mingyuan was very happy. After all, no one would be unhappy being praised by such a strong man.

Zhao Mingyuan continued to ask: "Am I any different? Why can I see it all?"

Now that there is a benefit in front of you, can you not take it?

Besides, it’s not bad to train an heir.

Zhao Mingyuan asked: "Is the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion on the island accessible to everyone?"

Of course, what you are today is inseparable from your hard work and talent.

Just don’t toast yourself and be fined with alcohol.

I never thought that I have so many advantages.

Zhao Mingyuan said: "Why only me?"

"So, only after they have made certain achievements can they choose a martial art."

When the time comes, Zhao Mingyuan can't even think of settling down.

The little old man said: "You!"

Keeping Lu Xiaofeng waiting on a small island for a long time is simply harder than killing him.

And he is neither impatient nor impatient, moves forward steadily, can endure loneliness, and is never eager for quick success.

Wu Ming looked like a man of culture at first glance, but he was different from the elders of the Sun and Moon God Sect on Heimu Cliff.

He smiled and added: "You are a very rich man. You will definitely have a happy life here. I can guarantee that no one will dare to cause trouble for you."

The little old man said: "So, I like you very much."

The little old man Wu Mingdao said: "Gong Jiu is not good. Although he has great talent and good martial arts skills, he has a fatal weakness."

The little old man finally answered, "Because there is only one ideal successor in my mind."

"Of course, there are actually many non-Kung Fu books in the collection that you can read, but they are not interested in taking a look."

Medicine, divination and astrology, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, mechanics and miscellaneous work, trade and planting, drinking and singing, ordering and riddles, Five Elements and Bagua, Qimen Dunjia, farmland and water conservancy, economic and military strategies, everything is included and mastered.

The martial arts secrets are in a special area in the innermost area.

Even the martial arts secrets are divided into external skills, internal skills, light skills, hidden weapons, boxing skills, palm skills, kick skills, knife skills, sword skills, spear skills, etc. They are placed in different categories to make it clear at a glance.

It almost felt like a modern library, and Zhao Mingyuan fell in love with it at first sight. He stayed in the Scripture Collection Pavilion all day long, studying all kinds of martial arts secrets without sleep or food.
Chapter completed!