The low words seemed to contain endless power. Zhao Yinshun's breath was stagnant, and it took a long time before he reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth.

It’s really not like what Professor He could say...

"Haha, this is what Master taught me."

really!

He smiled and shook his head. The confusion in Zhao Yinshun's eyes was swept away, replaced by a calmness as deep as an ancient well.

So what if there are 9th-level saints in other paths? Do you want to cultivate Taoism? Or join Buddhism? Or teach and educate people? Get involved in official circles?

If you have wronged your original intention, what’s the point of living?

Besides... there is no road ahead, can't I make a way out?!

Others can achieve the 9th level of holy status, why can’t I?!

In a daze, Zhao Yinshun seemed to have understood something. His mind was light, his heart was clear, and he was filled with deep joy inexplicably.

Yes, I practice martial arts for no other reason than to make my thoughts clear, and I am the only one who respects me!

………………

Bang!

The door of the martial arts academy was kicked open, and a skinny figure walked in with a strong and sweet wind.

"Master, you are finally back!"

He Yubo sensed the familiar aura and was overjoyed, and immediately came forward to greet him.

Pa~

The dry palm grabbed his wrist and dragged him inside.

"Is what you said in your letter true? Is that boy Zhao Yinshun really that good?"

"It's absolutely true, I don't dare to make false claims."

"Has he really touched the extreme wall of [sensitivity]?"

"yes."

"He really mastered the basic swordsmanship to a small level within ten months, and also the eagle claw technique to a small level?"

"yes!"

"Where is he now?"

"Retreating in the library."

"He didn't take any martial arts classes?"

The old man frowned, but quickly reacted and nodded thoughtfully.

"That's right, with his current strength, taking a big class is a waste of time."

"Yes, Master, now I personally guide him every day."

He Yubo smiled innocently and asked for credit, his eyes narrowed with laughter.

In addition to him, there are seven or eight teachers in the entire martial arts academy, each teaching different subjects.

But Zhao Yinshun, except for the general courses, all martial arts practices were taught one-on-one by him, without any imitation by others.

Hearing this, the old man nodded with satisfaction and threw him back.

"I hunted a century-old python. You go and drag it in and give it to Aunt Six to cook!"

"Python?"

He Yubo's eyes lit up and his tongue was filled with saliva.

As if aware of his bold idea, the old man narrowed his eyes.

"That's what I'm doing to replenish Xiao Shun's body. If you dare to touch me, I'll break your legs!"

An excited smile instantly froze on his face, and He Yubo looked at his master in disbelief.

So love disappears, right?

Not paying attention to the resentful look in his disciple's eyes, the old man calmed down his momentum and walked quietly to the library in the backyard.

At this time, other students were still attending class, and the whole backyard was quiet. The old man saw a young man sitting by the window from a distance, concentrating on reading something, frowning slightly.

Without disturbing his self-study, the old man stopped and just looked at him from a distance, observing in secret.

On the other side, Zhao Yinshun, who was studying the map of Damin, closed his eyes in pain and used a lot of strength to resist the urge to curse.

This map is too abstract!

There are no contours, no longitudes and latitudes, and the mountains, rivers and rivers grow very randomly. According to its proportions, a river would be hundreds of kilometers wide.

It’s impossible to see the coastline, except for the general outline that you can refer to, and the specific details are completely brushed off.

What made Zhao Yinshun scratch his head even more was the written records, which showed that the empire spanned millions of miles. The key point was that it was contradictory and there were countless exaggerated descriptions.

Forget it, go to [Shengjinlian] when you have time to see if there is a world map with scientific points.

Those Westerners were able to cross the ocean and reach Damin, so at least the nautical charts should be relatively reliable.

Putting down the map in his hand, Zhao Yinshun picked up the General History of Damin next to him.

Compared with random maps, history books are more rigorous.

Through this period of research, Zhao Yinshun finally had a certain understanding of the general outline of the world.

First of all, he can be 100% sure that he is definitely no longer on earth.

Because the ocean and land area of ​​this planet far exceeds that of the earth, a conservative estimate is more than 4 or 5 times.

It stands to reason that the gravity of such a huge planet should also increase accordingly, and organisms will evolve in a flattening direction to offset the negative effects of gravity.

But for some reason, Zhao Yinshun felt that the gravity constant of this planet should be similar to that of the earth.

What made him even more confused was that the history of this planet could be subtly aligned with the history of the Earth in many places, but the timeline was stretched many times!

They also have God, they also have Caesar, they also have Qin Shihuang, they also have Sakyamuni...

More details make it even more magical!

Not to mention all kinds of monsters and ghosts, Qin Shihuang's enlightenment to the 9th level of the holy throne is full of slots.

You are already a saint and you still want to find a hammer elixir!

Moreover, the cause of Qin Shihuang's death is also full of doubts in history. Logically speaking, it is not impossible for a ninth-level saint to live for hundreds of years, and it is not impossible for a saint to live for more than a thousand years.

However, Qin Shihuang suddenly died suddenly more than ten years after he was canonized, and the Qin Empire also fell apart.

It would be fine if he was just a false saint, but the [Emperor] he passed down is a genuine ninth-level saint!

The emperors of later generations would be able to speak the constitution of heaven and follow the law simply by inheriting his position.

At its peak, it was so coercive that even the Confucian, Buddhist, and Taoist saints had to compromise, and even shouted such bold words as "In the whole world, is it the land of the king? On the shore of the land, is it the ministers of the king"!

What’s even more frightening is that Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism still recognize it!

From this we can get a glimpse of how terrifying the power of the peak 9th level [Emperor] is.

However, such a terrifying class has been beaten to pieces several times in history. When it is strong, it is like a god, and when it is weak, it is as brittle as a piece of paper.

For example, Emperor Damin in the past ten years has been like a pill.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yinshun couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

My luck was really bad. Instead of traveling back to the heyday of the dynasty, I caught up with the eve of the troubled times of internal and external troubles.

The key is that this time of trouble may be the most tragic and longest period in history.

Compared with the earth, it is equivalent to the dimensionality reduction attack on the Qing Dynasty after the Western Industrial Revolution.

What does it have to do with destroying you?

However, this world has extraordinary power, and the advantages generated by machinery may not be as great as those on earth. Maybe Damin can still struggle.

If you really can't win, you should at least declare war bravely to the whole world. That way you will die with more dignity!

Rubbing his chin, Zhao Yinshun suddenly laughed at himself and grinned, amused by the thoughts in his mind.
Chapter completed!