Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

Chapter 58 The Collapse of Faith

"Father told me to tell you, from tomorrow onwards, don't stand on your feet, and you can continue to practice martial arts only after you can completely control your own strength!"

Gong Ruomei said to Zhao Wen in a gentle voice: "If you have a prescription for a great tonic, you can make it up for yourself. If not, I can get you some later!"

Gong Ruomei didn't understand at all, it was father's business to teach apprentices, so it should be father who came to say this, why did he arrange for him to come.

But today she was completely shocked by Zhao Wen's talent, the arrogance that had been hanging on her face had long since disappeared, and she spoke softly.

"Trouble senior sister bring the prescription, I'll get the medicine tomorrow!"

After a while, Gong Ruomei took a few prescriptions that were obviously copied not long ago and handed them to Zhao Wen, then turned and left.

Looking at the prescriptions brought by Gong Ruomei in his hand, Zhao Wen remembered that medicine and martial arts have not been separated since ancient times, and Daqin probably has not yet established a complete medical system. He secretly made a note in his heart that he must buy some medical books tomorrow. .

When he returned to Daqin, he summoned doctors from the Qin Dynasty to establish a medical school.

But now, the most important thing for him is to adapt to his body.

The strength of the cells in the body doubled, driving Zhao Wen's viscera, fascia, and bones to start absorbing all the nutrients that could be absorbed, and even some internal energy flowed into Zhao Wen's brain and disappeared instantly.

One-third of the hundreds of years of internal force running in the meridians were absorbed by the cells, and the remaining two-thirds were reduced by a small half just after eating a meal.

At this speed, Zhao Wen felt that before he could sleep, the internal force in the meridians that was so huge that he was worried about when he could refine it would be completely absorbed by the body.

With the disappearance of hundreds of years of internal energy, the strength will definitely drop drastically. However, using these internal energy as nutrients to cultivate a strong body for himself and increase the potential of the body's cultivation by at least ten times is what Zhao Wen couldn't wish for.

Now that he got Shimen and was able to travel through different worlds, he never thought that he would just stay in Daqin and become an emperor honestly.

Using the resources of various worlds to cultivate the Great Qin World, he will naturally continue.

It is also his pursuit to make himself stronger and surpass the limits of the world.

Although apart from the knowledge of martial arts in Wang Yuyan's mind, he has never learned any knowledge about cultivation.

But only these martial arts classics in memory, Zhao Wen's clearest understanding is that building a tall building on the ground, laying a good foundation is absolutely the most important thing for cultivation.

Cultivating a body that far surpasses anyone else is the foundation for him.

As for internal strength, with Beiming Divine Art in hand, as long as he wants, he can have as much as he wants.

Thinking that the effect of internal force feeding back the body is so good, Zhao Wen's eyes already showed anticipation.

He remembered that among the three passages that appeared this time, two were from the ancient world of martial arts, the world of Legend of the Condor Heroes was fine, but Xiao Li Feidao was from the Jianghu of the Ming Dynasty.

Originally, Zhao Wen thought it would be enough to bring fifty brocade guards from Xiaoao World, but now after the real spread, he realized that building an intelligence network with fifty people is simply a drop in the bucket, and God knows how long it will take. build up.

The rivers and lakes in the Ming Dynasty were still the rivers and lakes described by Gu Long, so he naturally didn't have much interest, but Zhao Wen's interest in Jinyiwei, which also existed in this era, has greatly increased now.

Not to mention that Xiao Li Feidao also cultivates internal energy in the world. A large amount of internal energy can not only make up for the consumption of Beiming Divine Art in this world, but also speed up the transformation of his body.

Under a tree in the backyard, Ma San had a gloomy face, looking at the pistol in his hand with a metallic luster, and a trace of despair was faintly visible in his eyes.

I am Master's first disciple and the only true disciple. I have always tried my best to maintain Master's prestige in the world, and I have always been proud of this identity.

On weekdays, the master can't save face, and accepts a few apprentices in name, but he always teaches on his behalf, and no one really treats these people as the master's disciples.

But today's Zhao Wen is completely different, obviously accepted as a real disciple.

If it was before, Ma San would never agree, but today, he never said a word from the beginning to the end.

If martial arts practitioners don't have the belief of invincibility, how can they rely on to support themselves to walk the rivers and lakes.

But in front of such a powerful gun, Ma San felt that the beliefs he had formed over the years were collapsing.

"Everyone within ten steps is an enemy country, and I am invincible!" Ma San moaned in a low voice, but the pistol in his hand that reflected the moonlight became heavier and heavier.

"Brother, do you have doubts about martial arts?" A gentle voice sounded behind Ma San, and Zhao Wen walked over lightly. Today, he took out the pistol to show the power of modern weapons, and he found that Ma San had been using this pistol all the time. Hold it tightly in your hand.

Combined with Ma San's defection to the Kwantung Army in the play, he can fully imagine that in front of powerful guns, the belief of this martial arts practitioner in front of him has been completely destroyed. This is also a problem that all martial arts practitioners in this era have to face.

"A child holding such a gun can make my blood splatter on the spot. What's the point of me practicing martial arts for so many years?"

There was confusion in Ma San's voice, he was asking both Zhao Wen and himself.

"Senior brother thinks too highly of firearms, let alone a child, even the top elite soldier, holding a gun alone is definitely no match for senior brother!"

Zhao Wen could tell from Ma San's tone that the opponent's power of firearms had already been deified in his heart, which was also caused by warriors in this era who didn't know much about firearms.

Raising his hand, he took out a pistol and pointed forward: "If you want to use a firearm, the most basic thing is to raise your arm and aim the gun at the person. With the reaction of the senior brother, when the other party is aiming at you, can you react and say yes?" kill him!"

"I am invincible within ten steps!" Looking at the gun in his hand, Ma San's tone was arrogant, but then he smiled wryly.

Ever since he saw firearms, he has paid attention to how to use firearms, plus how other people in the martial arts world deal with firearms, of course he doesn't care about one gun, but dozens or hundreds of guns!

He practiced martial arts all his life, but finally died at the hands of an ordinary person holding a gun. This was something he couldn't accept no matter what.

"Senior brother seems to have lost his mind. When there were no guns, there was no difference between being surrounded by dozens of crossbows and being surrounded by guns now. The seniors are still innovating martial arts!"

"It's impossible to have tens of millions of people who can use crossbow arrows!" Looking outside the courtyard, Ma San's voice was sad.

(End of this chapter)