Cyber ​​Daming

111 Genius
"Rebuild the martial arts school? Is it possible to copy my kind of point-added school? I'm just pretending to be a reckless man, and I'm not really a fool. Want to feed me this kind of big cake?!"

"And even if you, Gu Xi, become an official, you are only a seventh-rank county magistrate who dares to risk the disgrace of the world and protect the martial arts from the ashes? What kind of mysterious dragon formation?"

On the streets of Shenghua District, a man with a dragonfly lying on his shoulder was talking to himself as if no one was around.

Even when he was excited, he turned his head and spat, with a ferocious expression.

This weird movement startled the fan next to him, and hurriedly walked like flying with his civilized stick.

Now the mental state of the Ming people is becoming more and more unstable. It is true that the richer the place, the more eccentricities the people have.

The people there are so nice and simple.
Li Jun didn't notice the strange look in other people's eyes at all, and reached out to touch the warrior's pocket. Although Gu Xi's cake painting skills were not very good, the 500 million yuan solved his urgent need.

Now that Gu Yong was taken away by the people from the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club, the few slices of brain tissue that he took away must have also entered the hands of the gangsters.With this money, the matter of Crow Duoduo should be resolved.

"Brother Qian's assist is just right."

While thinking about it, a neon marquee with a picture of a hammer and a long sword appeared in front of Li Jun, and the fiery red light projected a string of big italic characters on the ground in front of the shop.

"Be honest and do your duty, children and old people are not deceitful."

Li Jun looked up at the shop's signboard, and couldn't help squinting his eyes, "Slayer Blacksmith Workshop. What kind of fucking name is that?"

There are obvious traces of alteration on the signboard, and the newly written words are crooked, which shows the angry mood of the boss at that time.

jingle
"Welcome to the boss."

The synthesized human voice for welcoming guests has a strong Shu accent, and there should be several translations in Fan language in the follow-up, with a lot of chatter.

The furnishings in the shop can be said to be a mess, all kinds of tools are thrown everywhere, and the floor tiles are covered with large solidified engine oil stains.

"If you want anything, just look at it yourself."

A casual voice came from behind the counter. The young man was holding two exquisitely crafted miniature long swords, using his fingers as figures, and they were crackling fiercely.

Li Jun looked intently, and saw that the offensive and defensive moves of the two long swords were sharp, and the sword frame was tightly guarded. They were actually martial arts swordsmanship.

This kid is really a martial idiot.

clang!
The two swords clashed, clanging bursts.

"What defense do you have against this trick of my father's Jinyan Hengkong?"

"Have you ever heard of the one-stroke cutting sword style?!"

The expression on Zhao Qingxia's face was sometimes heroic, sometimes ferocious, sometimes murderous, and sometimes unrestrained.

At the critical moment when he was fighting with himself, a finger suddenly fell from the sky, broke into the sword light, and pressed the two long swords directly on the counter.

"Little friend, swordsmanship is not like this."

"What character are you, let's talk about swordsmanship with my master." Zhao Qingxia suddenly raised his head, and a face full of thoughts day and night came into view. "Brother Junjun?!"

As soon as the conversation here ended, a drunken voice came out from under the counter.

"What girl, why do you call it the name of a pigeon, and it's so fucking unique, can you ride it?"

boom! boom! boom!
Zhao Qingxia grabbed the counter and stood up, stomping his feet fiercely, looked at Li Jun and smiled attentively, "Brother Jun, you finally appeared, this time you must teach me a few tricks."

"Why is your pigeon so bumpy, I won't ride the fucking horse, I will refund the money!"

Zhao Qingxia looked at the expressionless Li Jun, and said resentfully: "This old bastard fought with others yesterday, and was fed with engine oil. He still hasn't woken up yet, brother Jun, don't mind."

Resisting the urge to shave his eyebrows, Li Jun raised his hand and pointed backward at the bustling crowd outside the door, and asked puzzledly: "You are so blatantly opening the store in a downtown area, are you not afraid that Confucianists will trouble you?"

"No, this store is registered under the name of a large group of Mohists. Unless they were caught when they purchased the goods, those crooked Confucians in Chengdu would not dare to come to the store."

Li Jun snorted, looked at Zhao Qingxia whose eyes were shining brightly, and said, "How is your mimetic martial arts doing?"

"Great progress!"

Zhao Qingxia's voice suddenly became a little higher, "The moves are perfect, and now I'm studying how to use other methods to simulate internal strength."

"Can internal force be simulated?" This time it was Li Jun's turn to be shocked.

"It is indeed very difficult, but it is not impossible. I have some ideas now, and I will tell you, Brother Jun."

Zhao Qingxia didn't care whether Li Jun was interested or not, and said excitedly: "At present, there are twelve sequences that are prevalent in the Ming Empire. Although the number seems to be quite a lot, there are actually many sequences that are similar in essence."

"For example, Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, these three schools are actually brain development, which is why the Buddha Kingdom, Dongtian, and Academy were born. It's just that the emphasis of each sequence is different. Buddhism is deception, Taoism is occupation, Confucianism is plagiarism."

"Although Confucianism often preaches the principle of 'the body and the skin are the parents', in fact they only require the brain to be original."

"Not to mention Buddhism and Taoism. If it weren't for the protection of Huigen and Daoji, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to use mechanical prosthetics. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to be naked."

Zhao Qingxia snorted, and said with a little disdain: "As for the Soldier Sequence, their promotion sequence emphasizes the degree of fusion between mechanical mind and gene. Opportunity is not worth mentioning."

"For the Legalist sequence, the main core of their promotion is the mastery of authority, which I still can't understand. What exactly does this 'authority' refer to."

"Zongheng and Yinyang, I haven't studied them yet. But for our Wu, Mo, and Nong sequences, they all emphasize the development of their own genes. Although they also have their own emphasis, I think there must be something in common!"

"As long as I can find out this point, I will be able to simulate the internal force of the martial arts sequence!"

There is a stark contrast between Zhao Qingxia's shining eyes and Li Jun's dull eyes.

You kid is not simulating internal force, this is fucking mass production.
What is genius, this is genius!

"Brother Jun, what do you think of my thinking? Is there any problem with my thinking?"

Li Jun swallowed, "I don't know how serious it is."

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Qingxia scratched his head in doubt, with a shy smile on his ignorant face, "Did I explain it too vaguely? It doesn't matter, I will demonstrate it to you."

"Zhao Qingxia, you little bastard, who are you talking about here with? Master Ma, I was woken up from my sweet dreams by you."

At this moment, a voice came in, interrupting Zhao Qingxia's movements.

An armoured arm dangled out from under the bar, sagging on the counter.

Then the helmet with red eyes inlaid between the brows appeared, and a ray of red light appeared towards Li Jun.

"I said who it was, it turned out to be your kid."

(End of this chapter)