Beiyin Great Sage

After walking out of the wooden house, the respectful expression on Zhou Jia's face gradually faded and eventually turned into indifference.

"Brother Zhou."

Fatty Han came closer, rubbed his hands, and looked embarrassed:

"I didn't expect that things would turn out like this. It's all my fault that I didn't do things well and left clues for someone to come to my door."

"It doesn't matter." Zhou Jia shook his head:

"We were originally the third elders. Now we just deepened our relationship. It's no big deal."

Having said that.

But no matter what happened before, he could move forward and retreat freely.

Not to mention that the real manager of the mine has changed hands now, if something happens one day, he will be pulled out to block the gun like Cao Honglai.

Zhou Jia had no doubt about this.

In other words, now he has no choice but to make this choice.

"makes sense."

Fatty Han nodded and said in his voice:

"Since everything is fine, let's go have a drink and relax. I almost thought I was dead just now."

"That's right." Dai Lei responded:

"It's a blessing in disguise for us. At least we are familiar with each other in front of the third elder, and we will have a backer in the future."

"never mind."

Zhou Jia shook his head gently:

"I still have something to do, so I won't stay any longer."

"Farewell!"

After saying that, he cupped his hands and walked outside without waiting for the two of them to answer.

As Zhou Jia's back gradually faded away, the smile on Fatty Han's face quietly faded, and his eyes were filled with regret.

"He is not from the same group as us." Dai Lei took a step forward and stood side by side with him:

"I lived with him for a while. Zhou Jia only wanted to survive and never thought about how to go further here."

"Ah……"

She chuckled softly, showing disdain:

"I have been dreaming of returning to Earth all day long!"

"What a pity." Fatty Han sighed:

"He was lucky enough to become a fifth-level master early. If he is willing to give it a try, he may not be able to become a seventh-level master or above in the future."

"Now that something like this has happened, the friendship between us may be..."

"Gone!"

He could see clearly that although Zhou Jia behaved indifferently and politely, he was afraid that he had already drawn a clear line with the two of them in his heart.

The friendship between fellow earthlings is inherently weak.

It doesn’t even exist now.

"So what?" Dai Lei squinted:

"He can't count on it, so why not take advantage of it? As long as we work together, we can achieve something."

Fatty Han was silent for a long time before slowly nodding.

…………

Zhou Jia did not go back to the mine directly, but took the token given to him by the third elder and went to the place where the resident was responsible for the internal affairs book collection.

The Book of Books.

The name of the Dalin Dynasty is similar to the Shushan mentioned by the ancients on Earth.

This place is located at the core of the station, and most of the people coming and going are masters of the sixth, seventh and above grades, so there are not many guards arranged.

The huge tree house was carved out with many spaces of different sizes, and each space contained books, bamboo slips, jade and other things.

A long desk ran across the middle, blocking the way in.

Behind the table, an old man was taking a nap.

Zhou Jia took a serious look at the old man. It was not because of the so-called secret master of Zangjing Pavilion, but because in Huojiabao, elderly people were rare.

Even in the inner city, there are not many people over fifty.

And the person in front of me is probably in his seventies or eighties!

Compared with deacons and elders who can climb to high positions, these long-lived old people are truly enviable existences.

"Well……"

As if aware of others' gaze, the old man rubbed his face and opened his cloudy eyes:

"Is something wrong?"

"Um."

Zhou Jia nodded and handed over the token:

"The third elder asked me to choose a martial arts book."

"Oh!" The old man's face straightened:

"What type of martial arts do you want to choose? Fists and kicks, swords, secret techniques, source techniques..."

"Can I choose them all?" Zhou Jia's eyes lit up.

"Anything is fine." The old man nodded:

"In this world, there is no life or death, and martial arts are not worth much. But you can only choose one, so you have to think carefully."

As he spoke, he took out a booklet from under the desk, put it down and opened it, revealing the inscriptions inside:

"Here's the catalog, pick it yourself."

The booklet was dozens of pages thick, and each page contained a lot of text. It was so densely packed that one didn’t know how to choose. Zhou Jia frowned and reached out to hand the other person an Origin Stone:

"Please give me some advice from my father-in-law."

"Hehe..." The old man collected the origin stone skillfully, stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"The Origin Technique comes from the world of Fei Mu and requires high physical fitness. If you don't have talent, you won't be able to complete it even if you get the technique."

"Secret skills have the least variety and are most useful, such as short-term bursts of strength and speed. People who come here will choose one. However, secret skills will wear down the body, so it is unlucky to use them too much."

"Other martial arts are divided into upper, middle and lower grades. The upper grade is the most powerful, and so on, but stronger is not always better."

"Why is this?" Zhou Jia looked puzzled.

"It's very simple." The old man spread his hands and said:

"The strongest also means the most difficult. It may take two or three years to practice ordinary martial arts until you can use them freely, but it may take one year to get started with high-grade martial arts."

"Dacheng, let alone the year of the monkey and the month of the horse."

"There isn't much time for you to practice here."

Zhou Jia was stunned.

As far as he knew, among the sixth-grade masters of the Fish and Dragon Society, most of them had practiced a martial skill to the mastery stage, just like Samuel, who had a certain martial skill that was deeply rooted in his bones.

But it is definitely not a top-grade martial arts skill.

Otherwise, it would not be so easy for him to kill the other party.

Martial arts, light skills, and exercises all have to be practiced, and you have to deal with dangers that may come at any time. Quick and relatively powerful exercises are obviously the most popular.

Although high-grade martial arts are good, they require a long period of immersed practice to truly exert their power, so they are not in this category.

certainly.

This is someone else. Zhou Jia has the talent to control soldiers, but he doesn't need to worry so much.

Immediately he said:

"Old man, I want to choose an ax technique. The more powerful the better!"

"Are you sure?" The old man raised his eyebrows:

"There are not many people who practice ax technique, and even fewer people know the high-grade ax technique. I'm afraid no one will communicate with you after you learn it."

No one to communicate means no one to guide.

Zhou Jia knows what it's like. He practices hard every day, but his martial arts proficiency has not improved at all. He is so worried that he might lose his hair.

Of course that was before.

It's different now.

As for the secret skills, he had learned about them before. He had never heard of any secret skills that had a large increase in 'violence' and had almost no sequelae.

"No problem." Zhou Jia smiled lightly:

"Just think of it as an observation in your free time."

"Okay then." The old man sighed softly, opened the book to a certain side, stretched out his hand and pointed upward:

"The eight-sided soul-killing axe, the black wind axe, and the wrathful thunder ax are all top-grade martial arts, which is what the Dalin Dynasty calls superior martial arts. Among them, the wrathful thunder ax is the most powerful."

"Well……"

After thinking for a while, he continued:

"It is said that the Raging Thunder Ax was created by a strong man from the Dalin Dynasty who observed the thunder source technique in Fei Mu's world, so it can also use foreign objects to increase its power."

"For example, an ax that can discharge electricity."

"Oh!" Zhou Jia's eyes lit up:

"Then choose it."

"It's up to you." The old man shook his head gently and without much persuasion, stood up and took out a book and said:

"You can copy it but you can't transmit it privately. Violators will be severely punished and will be returned after three days."

"yes."

Zhou Jia flipped through the pages, put away the book and turned around to leave, when he saw a figure walking past the door who shouldn't have been there.

…………

inside the house.

Deacon Lu touched his shiny head and asked in a low voice:

“Who is in charge of the mine now?”

"Return to the deacon." One person replied:

"After Cao Honglai left, he handed it over to a woman named Samuel. However, this woman died in a secret passage a few days ago. Zhou Jia is currently in charge."

"Zhou Jia..." Deacon Lu narrowed his eyes:

"The name sounds familiar."

"He comes from a place called Earth and is a fellow countryman of Wei Zhixing."

"Wei Zhixing!" This name made Deacon Lu's eyes narrow, and his face turned ruthless. The scars on his face that were added at some point were even more ferocious.

"Deacon." The person below said:

"There are those things in the secret passage. Without your help, they can't transport the ore privately. What should we do next?"

"Hmph!"

Deacon Lu sneered:

"There's no rush yet."