Chapter 5

Zhangjiakou City is far away from Shaolin Temple. It takes three days to get to Shaolin Temple by legs. You may not be able to get there.

Only riding, you must get a good horse.

But all this needs money.

After talking to Guo Jing, Zhou Yang asked the waiter to prepare a guest room, close the door and silently say "go back."

The figure disappeared into the guest room for a moment.

Once again, Zhou Yang has returned to the modern world.

Zhou Yang walked out of the room, calmed down and walked towards the nearby supermarket.

If it weren't for his beating heart, I'm afraid no one would believe that he has just returned from another world.

After entering the supermarket and looking at a wide range of satisfied goods, Zhou Yang was a little embarrassed for a while. What should I buy?

What was lacking in ancient times was nothing but people.

"Jingling bell ····"

At this time, a pleasant bell came into Zhou Yang's ear. Zhou Yang heard the reputation. On the shelf, a beautiful music box played Qingling music.

Zhou Yang looked at the exquisite and gorgeous music box, as if thoughtful.

No matter which dynasty, as long as the items with mysterious color are undoubtedly valuable.

Music boxes are the most common in modern times. However, you can buy one for more than ten or twenty Chinese coins. In ancient times, music boxes that can sing were naturally legendary artifacts and immortal artifacts.

After Zhou Yang bought a music box, he hurried out of the supermarket, glanced around slightly, then got into a remote alley, moved and returned to the guest room again.

After leaving the guest room, Zhou Yang was ready to find a suitable pawnshop with Guo Jing and sell the music box. After all, the baby moved people's hearts. Without Guo Jing, he was afraid that he could not hold the venue alone.

Downstairs, Zhou Yang found that Guo Jing was gone.

"Shopkeeper, where's my friend?"

Zhou Yang asked anxiously. The secret scripts were all on Guo Jing. If he left, everything would be in vain.

"It's outside."

The shopkeeper pointed out the door and continued to lower his head and fiddle with the abacus in his hand.

Zhou Yang hurried out of the door and saw Guo Jing talking with a little beggar.

The little beggar looks about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is ragged and thin. He is wearing a dark and broken leather hat. His face and hands are coated with black coal, which makes people unable to see his true face.

Between talking and laughing, two rows of shiny snow-white fine teeth were exposed, which was not commensurate with his whole body. Two dark eyes were shining smartly.

Well, looking at their passionate appearance, Zhou Yang admitted that he was envious. The protagonist's luck was good. The beautiful MM automatically sent it to the door. In the future, he will also get a protagonist halo.

Zhou Yang didn't go to be a light bulb. He didn't have time to step in for three days. He sat down at the table near the window, ordered some food and ate.

After a while, Guo Jing and Huang Rong came in and sat beside Zhou Yang, chatting hotly.

The honest Guo Jing talks endlessly. They completely ignore Zhou Yang. Zhou Yang has to turn grief and anger into food and eliminate the increasing food on the table.

"Cough... Brother Guo, why don't you introduce me?" as time passed, Zhou Yang finally couldn't help interrupting when they still disappeared and talked.

"I don't care about your date, but I only have three days. Half a day has passed."

Guo Jing smelled the speech, slightly stunned, looked at Huang Rong and asked, "dear brother, I haven't asked your name yet?"

"My surname is Huang and my single name is Rong."

"My surname is Guo Mingjing."

"My surname is Zhou Mingyang. You'll talk later. Guo Jing help me see how much my family treasure is worth?"

Zhou Yang was also speechless. After chatting for a long time, the two sides didn't even introduce their names. Regardless of Huang Rong's small face, he directly pulled Guo Jing into the guest room, and Huang Rong had to follow.

In the room.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong looked at the bright and musical baby on the table. Suddenly, Zhou Yang's eyes became strange.

Facing their eyes, Zhou Yang smiled and said, "Brother Guo, how much silver does this music box cost?"

"Brother Zhou, you don't have money. I still have some family heirlooms. How can you sell them at will?"

Guo Jing, on one side, boldly took out the five ingots of gold in her arms and put them on the table.

The bright gold makes Zhou Yang feel dizzy. This is the real local tyrant gold!

"Well, I'll sell you this."

Zhou Yang said, picked up two ingots of gold and gave the music box to Guo Jing. Looking at their favorite appearance, although he knew that the music box was of high value in ancient times, if sold to others, it would be worth a hundred or even a thousand times, but compared with the Jiuyang Sutra, everything was nothing.

Shaolin and his party still need Guo Jing to take care of them.

"I can't."

Guo Jing waved again and again. Obviously, he also knew the value of the music box.

"All right, all right, you talk. I'll buy a horse."

Zhou Yang said, put the gold in his arms, found a waiter and went to the horse farm, leaving Guo Jing and Huang Rong looking at each other.

About half an hour, Zhou Yang led a black horse back to the inn. Looking at the two people still playing with the music box, he had to come forward and urge them.

With their reluctant eyes, they began to set out for Shaolin Temple.

Riding on a black horse, Zhou Yang was a little excited. When he was in college, he traveled to Xinjiang for some time and learned to ride a horse.

Along the way, Zhou Yang galloped with his horse. He was afraid that suddenly a tiger and leopard ran out of the mountain and a group of bandits drilled out of the forest. Fortunately, they went smoothly all the way. It took nearly two days, and the three finally came to the foot of the Shaolin Temple.

On the mountain, a light blue figure walked quickly through the mountain forest. Behind them, Guo Jing and Huang Rong talked and laughed and enjoyed the surrounding scenery. They were no slower than him.

"Jiuyang Sutra, I'm coming." after wiping the sweat on his head, Zhou Yang roared in his heart and couldn't help being full of strength again.

The Nine Yang Sutra is placed in the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple and the Linga Sutra. Although it has no obvious reputation, it is very easy to obtain and has amazing power.

After the first time in Huashan, Wang Chongyang fought against the wine and fought the wine. After winning Wang Chongyang, he took the view of the nine Yin manual, and felt that the Yin was too heavy and the attack was severe.

After returning to Shaolin Temple, the nine Yin manual was established as a foundation for integrating the Yin and Yang of Shaolin Temple, and created a martial arts school.

In the story of relying on heaven and slaughtering dragons, in just a few years, the Jiuyang Sutra has created a top expert Zhang Wuji who has few enemies in the world.

When master Jueyuan passed away, he once talked nonsense about some of the scriptures of the Nine Yang Sutra. Master Zhang Sanfeng, Guo Xiang and colorless wrote down a small part of them respectively.

This is what these people learned. Later, they also achieved Shaolin, Emei, Wudang, Shaolin Jiuyang skill, Emei Jiuyang skill and Wudang Jiuyang skill, which have become the founding skills of the three schools.

This shows how powerful all the Nine Yang scriptures will be.

Zhou Yang is very greedy for this secret script.