Chapter 43: The Treasure of the Jianghu

  The amount of information that suddenly came to his mind was too great, and in an instant, it blew away Qin Feng's thinking, leaving only fragments of images and text constantly flashing through his mind.

  It's strange to say that Qin Feng, although only passively receiving it, the information was like a branding iron, deeply etched in his mind.

  After more than ten minutes, Qin Feng's eyes, which seemed to have completely lost their focus, slowly moved and regained their luster, revealing an incredulous expression.

  "What...what's going on here? Is this really the lost heritage that Master spoke of?"

  As soon as he thought about it, a string of words appeared in his mind, just like Qin Feng's memory, without any awkwardness. But the information those words represented was extremely shocking to Qin Feng.

  "The Treasure of Jianghu"! These four words appeared first.

  But behind these four words, the texts and images that followed were some of which Qin Feng had learned from his master before, but there were also some that he had never heard or seen before.

  It's like the listening and guessing techniques in Qianmen, such as hiding cards and swapping cards. Even Master Shi didn't master them, but Qin Feng had a complete set of training methods in his mind. With Qin Feng's current understanding of Pianmen, these methods were absolutely effective.

  In addition, there is the cultivation of Gu insects and the means to release them, which is the most mysterious inheritance of the Wai Ba Men's Gu Gate. Even in Yunnan Miaojiang, these methods are mostly lost or incomplete, but in Qin Feng's mind, they have extremely detailed descriptions.

  Among these numerous and complicated information, there were even Feng Shui secrets, which detailed some techniques of love-making between men and women. Qin Feng's face turned red with a racing heart, but this content was like his innate memories, and he could only accept and absorb them one by one.

  This made Qin Feng's youthful heart also become somewhat **, after taking a deep breath, he forcibly shifted his attention elsewhere.

  "Where did these things come from?" Qin Feng slightly closed his eyes, excluding the previous content, but his mind was full of doubts.

  As Zai said, the Jianghu secret skills are all passed down orally, and there has never been any written record. But this so-called "Jianghu Baodian" is clearly reflected in his mind, giving Qin Feng an extremely unrealistic feeling.

  "Could it be that the jade pendant's shattering is what led to this..."

  Suddenly, Qin Feng remembered what his master said before he died, and his eyes involuntarily looked at his bandaged right hand.

  He vaguely remembered that at the moment when the jade pendant shattered, it seemed like something had been added to his mind, but at the time, almost all of his attention was focused on his master and he hadn't paid much heed.

  Now that I think about it, the information in my mind should have come from that jade pendant, and Master should have sensed it too. Otherwise, he wouldn't have shown that look of sudden realization before his death.

  Qin Feng seemed to have understood that this so-called inheritance token of the sect was actually a secret technique of the outer eight gates passed down by the ancestors, but for some reason, later generations did not know its purpose and only treated it as an item with commemorative significance, carefully preserving it, yet no one had truly inherited from it.

  The information brought by the jade pendant did alleviate Qin Feng's grief over his master's passing, but those intricate and mysterious techniques made his eyes dizzy.

  At the end of the entire transmission, there is also a hundred-word-long Tu Na Gong Fa, which is roughly similar to what Zai Yi taught, but in subtle places, it has some differences.

  For more than half a year, Qin Feng had been using meditation to replace sleep. Today, after being busy for a day, his body and mind were already exhausted, and he unconsciously started breathing in and out according to the method of that school, and soon entered a state of concentration.

  As time passed, Qin Feng's breathing gradually became longer, with each breath spaced out by four or five minutes. For a while, Qin Feng's thoughts became empty and dazed, the true energy in his Dantian became abnormally active, wandering through the meridians of his body.

  At this moment, Qin Feng felt as if he was in a hot spring, with a warm and cozy feeling that made him feel so comfortable that he almost moaned. The fatigue of the day's hard work disappeared instantly. Although the technique in "Jianghu Baodian" had only minor changes, it brought Qin Feng a completely different experience.

  "Boom!"

  Suddenly, a loud noise echoed in Qin Feng's mind. After a brief moment of blankness, his thoughts seemed to wander and his whole body felt as if it had broken free from its physical restraints, unable to feel even the slightest bit of weight.

  "What? How is there an old cannon under the bed?"

  Although his eyes were closed, everything around Qin Feng was somehow visible in his mind. He could clearly "see" that under his body, there was a nearly two-meter-long old cannon barrel with rust spots.

  "What a noise!!"

  Just as Qin Feng was about to take a closer look, a burst of firecrackers suddenly startled him awake. He opened his eyes to find that it had already brightened outside the window, but in his mind, it felt like only a short breath had passed.

  A large mouthful of saliva, from Qin Feng's tongue root surged out, the entire mouth was filled with a fragrance, after swallowing the saliva into his throat, suddenly felt a refreshing sensation throughout his body, his mind became clear and he completely woke up from the daze of just entering meditation.

  "Snap..."

  He stretched his body slightly, and suddenly a burst of "crackling" joint-popping sounds came from Qin Feng's body. A surge of energy flowed into his limbs, and Qin Feng felt his entire body filled with strength.

  Looking at the urn on the table, Qin Feng silently recited in his heart: "Master, the legacy of Wai Ba Men will definitely be carried on by your disciple. You can rest assured!"

  By now, Qin Feng had already understood where the information in the jade pendant came from.

  With these ancient and legendary techniques, Qin Feng believed that even if he wanted to reorganize the outer eight gates, it wouldn't be a difficult task. Of course, Zai Yi hadn't instructed him to do so, and Qin Feng didn't have the ambition to unify the Jianghu either.

  "Qin Feng, wake up?"

  As Hu Baoguo's voice came, the door was pushed open from outside. After sizing up Qin Feng's complexion, Hu Baoguo patted Qin Feng's shoulder and said: "You're still in good spirits, don't think too much, go eat dumplings, tonight I'm on duty, you come back to the station with me."

  "Thanks, Uncle Hu!"

  Qin Feng nodded and said: "Brother Hu, I'll entrust Master's ashes to your care."

  "What's the point of saying these polite words? Don't worry, Master Qin, I'll make sure there's incense burning here every day." Hu Baoguo patted Qin Feng on the chest and turned to leave the room. With the New Year approaching, he still had a lot of things to attend to.

  As it was a joyful occasion, the death of Zai yesterday did not dampen the festive atmosphere in this small village.

  The Hu family is a big household in this small village, and people keep coming to pay their respects during the New Year.

  On the first morning of the New Year, all I could hear were auspicious greetings for the new year. Due to their family relationship, no one in the Hu family treated Qin Feng as an outsider, making this year's celebration very warm and cozy for him.

  After dinner, Hu Baoguo drove Qin Feng back to the training school. Although he had only been away for two days, looking at the familiar vegetable garden on the playground and the courtyard where his master lived, Qin Feng felt as if he was in a different world.