Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 473 Find your own way forward
"My Dragon Tiger Mountain fifth-grade talisman seal was produced by the Tianshi Mansion. It was hand-carved by a talisman-making master who is a direct descendant of the Zhang family. If it is thrown out, it can level at least five feet in radius."

Chen Qisheng swung his arms and slapped them on the table, shouting with a ferocious face: "It's worth at least 50,000 treasure notes!"

"Who are you bluffing? Where is the Tianshi Mansion sign on this? I'll give you ten thousand at most." Zou Sijiu curled his lips.

"Zou Shengun, do you know the goods? At least 40,000, no less!"

Zou Sijiu rolled his eyes: "Twenty thousand."

"Okay, twenty thousand is twenty thousand!"

Chen Qisheng's eyes turned red, and he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Deal the cards! I will definitely get back all my money and profits this time!"

"Has it been decided? Then I'll deal the cards."

Chi Zhu, whose body had shrunk to the point where he was no different from an ordinary person, glanced at Zou Sijiu without leaving any trace. With a flick of his wrist, the playing cards passed down from Xiyi fell from his palm.

Zou Sijiu glanced at the cards in his hand and frowned suddenly: "I won't bid this one."

Lord Chi let out a sigh of relief and sighed: "What a narrow victory!"

Chen Qisheng's hand that was about to reveal the hole card suddenly stopped, and his suspicious eyes flickered back and forth between the two of them.

"If you can't afford a three-pointer, Zou Shengun, why are you playing cards? You will definitely die with this one."

"See clearly, I am three against three with one."

He can indeed take Chi Zhu's card, but if he takes it himself, his backhand will be intercepted by Zou Sijiu.

"I"

"I paid the bill."

Chen Qisheng suddenly felt proud and no longer hesitated, reaching out to grab the trump card.

Fan Wujiu raised his hands high and gave Zou Sijiu a high-five.

Zou Sijiu slowly threw out the explosive cards, then pulled out a 'three' and placed it on the table.

Chen Qisheng immediately regretted his mistake, but before he could catch his breath, he heard Zou Sijiu say a word with a smile.

"Okay!"

"Kick."

"Kick me, right? Let's see how I deal with you two this time, Master Dao!"

"Can not be done?"

"Can't you afford it? It seems like it's not your turn this time."

Zou Sijiu smiled, raised his hand in a gesture of invitation, and said with a smile: "Okay, then you go out. Anyway, the biggest explosion is in my hand. At worst, you can add more."

"fry!"

Zou Sijiu pinched the cards with an expressionless face and raised his hand to knock on the table.

Chen Qisheng raised his head and glanced at Fan Wujiu, who was standing behind Zou Sijiu with his hands on his shoulders. He nodded calmly and said one word silently with his lips: Go ahead!

"Four."

Chi Zhu said arrogantly: "What I mainly fight is a person with enough momentum. Don't worry about how I fight. I just ask you if you want it?"

"It starts with three, don't worry!"

Chen Qisheng's eyes were filled with joy, and he reached out to touch the three trump cards covered in the center of the table.

"Follow kick."

"I haven't even yelled, why are you panicking?"

Chen Qisheng lowered his gaze inch by inch, looking blankly at the cards in his hand.

"Won!"

"Three belts and one."

A low shout suddenly sounded, and Chen Qisheng looked at Master Chi with an incredulous look on his face, and asked with a trembling voice: "Three, are you going to blow up all this?"

"It seems you have lost all your firepower? Hahahaha, things are changing, and we have finally arrived at my house. I'm calling!"

"I can't afford it, let's get over it."

Chen Qisheng hesitated again and again, but finally chose to check.

Chen Qisheng laughed evilly, took out a card with two fingers and threw it on the table.

"Come on! I don't believe you can kill me right away!"

Chen Qisheng raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't care."

"fry!"

Master Chi had almost played out all the cards, leaving only the last one in his hand, shaking it in front of Chen Qisheng's pale face.

"What are you doing standing there, are you still screaming?"

"I'm not barking either." Lord Chi followed, his tone full of melancholy.

"Xiao Hei, please tell Lord Ma to stop recovering from his injuries. Today, our Taoist Master Chen is generous and invites us to go to Baidi Hungtang to have a good time!"

boom!
Master Chi clashed his fists and said in a solemn tone: "It seems that another practical lesson is coming. I will definitely make a lot of progress this time!"

Buzz.
The flying sword crashed into the abyss and slowly emerged from behind Chen Qisheng. The sword body trembled and its tail flame was blazing.

The cards were crushed into fine powder and scattered from the Taoist's fingers. Chen Qisheng's eyes twitched and he said word by word: "You cheated on me?"

"You can't afford to lose, right?!"

Zou Sijiu moved like a rabbit in flight, ducking behind Master Chi with only half of his head sticking out.

"You dare to cheat on the third-grade Mojia, Chen Qisheng, you have thought clearly!"

Chen Qisheng stood up with a bow, stretched out his hand to grab the sword, and looked at Zou Sijiu with fixed eyes: "Master Chi, please get out of the way, I will pay you every cent of your money. But how much money will this bastard Zou Sijiu have to lose today?" Get your dick down!"

"Before class, you must pay attention to your appearance. You must not be smelly of blood, otherwise it will affect the teacher's performance."

Lord Chi took a step sideways, exposing Zou Sijiu behind him.

"Master Chi, you"

Zou Sijiu was furious, but after being glared at by Master Chi, he almost swallowed the curse words that came to his mouth, and turned his head to point at Fan Wu Jiu.

"Why don't you chop him? What's the point of just staring at me?!"

Chen Qisheng turned his eyes when he heard the sound, and pointed the tip of his sword directly at Fan Wujiu.

"What does this have to do with me!"

Fan Wu Jiu was driven back a few steps by the murderous aura that came towards him, his back pressed against the wall: "I didn't even get on the table!"

"If it wasn't you, how could I scream, Master Dao?! Fan Wujiu, die!"

Amid the commotion of shouting, a weak and helpless voice slowly sounded.

"Didn't I say, are there any of you playing cards in the ward like you?"

It was the seventh day of the fifth lunar month in the twelfth year of Jiaqi.

On the fifth day after the Osaka Castle incident, Li Jun finally woke up in the medical room of Inuyama Castle Hundred Households Clinic.

Li Jun grinned and said to Chen Qisheng: "Don't be stunned, you kill the person first. I happened to see red too, so I took it as a surprise."

"Come die!!!!"

After a while, calm finally returned to the medical room, and only Li Jun and Chi Zhu were left.

"I didn't expect you, Lord Chi, to be in charge of Osaka City all this time. If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have risked my life with Huang Shiretsu."

Li Jun leaned on the bedside, his pale face still tinged with a faint dark yellow, and the dark circles under his eyes made his expression look particularly withered.

"If you don't risk your life with him, then I will have no choice but to collect his body for you. At most, I will kill him to avenge you."

Lord Chi said calmly: "Although Su Ce is very optimistic about you, you still have to kill the people you should kill. I won't explain the reason, but you should be able to understand it."

Although there is a relationship like Su Ce, Li Jun and Chi Lord are not actually familiar with each other, and this is even the first official meeting between each person and Yijia.

"clear."

Li Jun didn't care about Lord Chi's slightly cold attitude and said sincerely: "But no matter what, I still want to thank you Lord Chi this time."

Lord Chi waved his hand: "There is no need to thank me. Instead, I should thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to meet this noble person."

Noble person?

Li Jun, who had just woken up, was confused. Lord Chi didn't explain too much, and turned around and walked towards the door.

"It's better for you to talk about your Wu Xu matters among yourselves."

Standing by the door, Master Chi raised his hand and snapped his fingers, then closed the door and left. The light in the room suddenly dimmed, and a rugged mountain cliff rose from the floor.

In the projection, Su Ce was sitting alone on the edge of the cliff, holding a wrist-thick metal fishing rod in his hand, with a surging wave beneath his feet.

"woke up?"

Su Ce casually inserted the shockingly thick fishing rod into the cliff and said with a hint of envy: "It's one day earlier than I expected. It seems that Lonely Martial Arts' genes are indeed better than Wu Xu of the sect is quite tyrannical. I was beaten as badly as you, but it took me half a month to wake up."

"Huang Shilie is dead."

Li Jun's words were confusing, but Su Ce understood what he meant.

"Are you wondering why you still failed to advance to the fourth martial arts level after killing Huang Shilie?"

Li Jun said in a deep voice: "That's right."

Huang Shilie, the fourth martial artist of the sect, was the promotion ritual prepared by Su Ce for Li Jun.

Although Su Ce never said it explicitly from beginning to end, Li Jun was not a fool and had understood this a long time ago.

But after killing Huang Shilie, he didn't gain anything except gaining a total of 270 mastery points.

This has nothing to do with the last fifth-grade body skill that Li Jun lacks.

It is only the best condition for advancement, not a necessary condition, for all the injected skills to reach the Dzogchen state of the current sequence.

At the moment when Huang Shilie's breath was cut off, Li Jun clearly felt that the genes in his body were boiling to the top, but he was still just a step away from completely breaking through the invisible door that imprisoned the other silent genes.

Li Jun knew very well that the gap in this line could not be made up by the few genes carried by the fifth-grade body skills.

The real problem is ritual.

In other words, the cross-order victory over Huang Shilie was not a ritual for him to be promoted to the Fourth Order of the Solitary Martial Arts. It did not really make his genes 'excited' to the limit!

"I thought wrongly."

Su Ce sighed, "I originally thought that raising the level of difficulty in the sect's martial arts promotion ritual would be able to meet your requirements for this sequence. But now it seems that I still underestimated the power of the solo martial arts sequence, and also underestimated the strength of the solo martial arts sequence. The unwillingness and fear in the hearts of those seniors.”

"senior."

Li Jun frowned and asked without knowing why, "What does they have to do with my promotion?"

"You guys don't think that the branch of Duxing Wuxu was born out of thin air, right? Everything in this world has its traces. Just because you don't know it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

Su Ce smiled and said: "Taoist priests say that the three feet above the head are the residence of gods, monks emphasize that the Buddha sits cross-legged in the heart, and scholars put Confucius on the altar. To put it bluntly, they are all trying to find a foothold for their own sequence. A source.”

"As the sequence with the longest inheritance, Wu Xu is unparalleled by any other sequence. The traces of Wu Xu's existence can be traced back to the end of Ming Dynasty history, even including those mythical stories that cannot be distinguished from true to false. So we don't use it at all. We don’t believe in God, but we believe in ourselves. But what is the source within ourselves?”

Speaking of this, Su Ce deliberately paused to give Li Jun enough time to digest.

In the long silence, the surging waves were still lapping at the rocks under the cliff. The breaking waves were covered with white foam, and the roaring sound echoed in Li Jun's ears.

"It's instinct."

Li Jun finally spoke and gave his answer.

"Yes, it's instinct."

Su Ce smiled with satisfaction and said: "When a person comes to this world, the first thing he does is not cry, but clench his fists and prepare to face the unknown. Even those inhuman yellow ghosts, after taking away the human body, , and was ready to fight as soon as he opened his eyes."

"Other sequences are repetitions of past history. Only we are facing the unknown behind history. This sentence seems like a trick made by religious people, but when one day you reach my level, you will I can understand the meaning.”

Li Jun tried his best to keep his thinking clear and asked: "What does instinct have to do with the predecessors?"

"Being born is the 'origin', but the 'ability' is the accumulation of generations of people. It is the martial arts refined by them by wielding fists and swords day and night. It is the method of martial arts."

Su Ce replied: "When you inject martial arts, you have inherited the 'ability' of your predecessors. You have received their favor, and naturally you have inherited their grudges and ambitions. Looking back on your previous rituals, you should You can understand.”

Countless pictures were changing in Li Jun's mind like a marquee.

It was Lang Ren’s cold corpse on the blood-gold arena on Kowloon Street.

It is the quiet streets of Songpanwei and the Buddhist kingdom where Mucuo collapsed.

He is a ferocious lone man who drinks Dao's blood and chews Buddha's bones. He is a murderer in the flaming golden tower.

"If you are a sect martial arts preceptor like me, and you are infused with martial arts from the same line, then the hurdles you face will not be too difficult, because no matter how prosperous a sect is, how many people can there be, and how many are qualified to keep you? Genes? Very few.”

Even if these martial arts in you are cultivated step by step by yourself, then there will be no threshold at all, and naturally there will be no need for any so-called rituals. "

"But that old-fashioned cultivation method has long been lost in history. Even if you want to practice it by yourself, there are no secrets or other things for you to learn. Using an injector is equivalent to using an injector. Receiving the favor of others saves you the effort of ink painting, and at the same time, you will naturally have to face the test they give you. "

"The solitary martial arts sequence does not impose any restrictions on martial arts, that is, having thousands of people as teachers, you will naturally have to face the difficulties of thousands of people!"

Su Ce's voice was low: "In other words, it was their fear and unwillingness to face them."

At this point, Li Jun did not ask what fear and unwillingness were, because the answer was already obvious.

The Duxing Wuxu appeared after the "Tianxia Diwu". The fear of the predecessors naturally came from the enemies of the past, and their unwillingness was their inability to deal with the decline of Wuxu.

"It's such a difficult road to walk. If those old bastards who refuse to admit defeat don't want to kill their own people, they should leave some special instincts to those who take your road. I'm afraid the reason why you can rise so fast is it's here."

Su Ce's words made Li Jun's heart tighten, and he instantly thought of the black fonts that appeared in front of his eyes when he killed someone.

On the cliff, Su Ce looked at Li Jun, who pursed his lips and looked hesitant in the picture, and laughed and said: "Then you look like this, don't worry, I'm not interested in what those bastards left. As long as I return it one day Without death, one may not be able to defeat the sect alone!”

Su Ce changed the topic and said solemnly: "But no matter who asks in the future, you must be like now and not say a word. Now in the entire Ming Empire, I know that you are probably the only one left alive in the Ming Dynasty. . The others were either sliced ​​for research or used for breeding.”

Li Jun nodded heavily: "I remember!"

"My experience no longer applies to you. It's up to you to decide how you want to go in the future."

Su Ce sat astride the edge of the cliff, his beard and hair flying, facing the endless sea, and laughed loudly: "But don't walk too slowly, kid, I don't have that much time to wait for you!"

The projection was cut off, and the fishing rod inserted into the cliff suddenly bent downwards, making a heart-wrenching distortion sound.

A fish is taking the bait!

Su Ce grabbed the pole and twitched, the sea surface exploded into violent waves, and a two-foot evil shark jumped out of the sea and flew towards the cliff.

Pfft!

The long pole was like a spear, and it easily pierced the evil shark's body.

At this moment, a small boat broke through the waves from the distant sea, and a middle-aged scholar with elegant temperament stood on the bow of the boat.

Before the person arrives, the sound comes first.

"Huating Xu Clan, Xu Haichao, have met Senior Su!"

boom!
Su Ce's palm holding the fishing rod shook slightly, and the evil shark corpse pierced through it instantly exploded into a misty blood mist, which was blown away by the strong wind on the cliff and disappeared without a trace.

Rather than a fishing rod, it was more like a steel spear without an edge, turning gently between Su Ce's fingers.

He was seen grabbing the middle part of the spear and throwing it towards the boat that was speeding from a very far distance.

boom! boom! boom!
The spear that fell out of hand was like a siege crossbow that had been released from the string, sending out deafening sonic booms, and the strong wind created deep ravines on the sea.

The expression of the middle-aged scholar on the head of the boat suddenly changed. He couldn't care less about his demeanor and jumped up in a hurry.

The spear hit the boat like a cannonball, exploding a column of water into the sky.

The steel boat body decorated with antique wood grain on the outer layer instantly shattered into pieces and flew in all directions.

Xu Haichao, whose clothes were soaked by the sea water, stood on a larger piece of debris, suppressing the anger in his heart and looking at the stern eyes on the cliff.

"Senior Su, what does this mean?"

Across a hundred feet of sea, Xu Haichao's voice still reached Su Ce's ears clearly.

"This is the meeting gift I gave you for Li Bufeng, are you satisfied with it?"

Xu Haichao's hands hidden in his sleeves suddenly clenched into fists, with a forced smile on his face, "Of course I'm satisfied."

"As long as you're satisfied."

Su Ce nodded and said with an indifferent expression: "I'll ask you again, do you understand?"

"I understand. I will treat all the Jinyiwei brothers in the Japanese area well."

"Put your best on your tricks and spend this period with your tail between your legs. You can take whatever benefits you deserve. But if you dare to pretend to be pretentious and play tricks in front of me again, next time it won't be fishing; it will be fishing." is you."

Standing on the sea, Xu Haichao looked at the figure walking away with his hands behind his hands on the cliff, with a respectful expression on his face.

It wasn't until Su Ce's figure completely disappeared that his right hand slowly reached out of his cuff and held an electronic document between his fingers.

Click.

Xu Haichao closed his five fingers together, and fine cracks instantly spread across the screen of the document, and a line of words could be vaguely seen in the flickering screen.

[About certain resettlement decisions for Su Ce, a thousand households in Jinyiwei, in the Japanese area]

"I don't understand why you don't want to hear it, but..."

A smile slowly appeared on Xu Haichao's face: "It's just what I want."

(End of this chapter)