I became the Martial Saint of the Wasteland.

Chapter 43 Chapter 0043: Territory, meeting Zhao Buchou again [please follow up]

Stretched the muscles and bones.

Rosen took off his BP device and put on a gray cloth shirt without any markings.

This is not a wasteland, and the dependence on BP is very low.

Its biggest role is to monitor changes in radiation and body indicators.

Both of these features are essential in the harsh environment of the wasteland.

The side yard has not been repaired yet, so he has been living in the guest room in the front yard these days.

When he washed up and walked out of the room to the vestibule, Zhang Zhenyu and Zhang Yuening had already started practicing.

The plan of the day is in the morning.

As usual, Rosen still practiced skin care and pile skills.

He had been able to drive the Zhenyue pile very well before.

It can stay motionless for more than two hours.

The pile exercise is very helpful in stabilizing the lower body. The more stable the pile is, the faster the progress will be when tempering the lower body.

The lower limbs have large muscle groups and several large tendons, and the area for skin training is second only to the trunk, making it a crucial part of martial arts.

After the three of them completed their daily practice, Rosen's legs and buttocks were dripping with blood.

After a simple rinse, he soaked his entire lower body into a wooden barrel filled with deer and musk deer skin quenching soup.

The numb and itchy feeling spread from the decoction to the injured area of ​​​​the leg and buttocks.

Zhang Yuening blushed and took out a blood demon core.

Knock a gap and pour the dark red viscous liquid inside into the medicinal solution.

This stuff can be mixed into decoctions for external use, which can enhance the efficacy by [-]%.

Previously, more than 30 were found from the monster's neck, all of which served as materials for Rosen's training.

I heard that those Dracula vampires have purer blood crystals in their bodies, which have even more nourishing effects!

After adding ingredients to the soup, Zhang Yuening lowered his head and left quickly.

The only two old men left in the huge vestibule were Zhang Zhenyu and Rosen.

"Action today?"

Zhang Zhenyu held the smooth-looking destroyer rifle, deftly removed the magazine, and looked at the ammunition inside.

"Well, we'll take action after dark."

"First, senior brother Zhenyu will go with me to get a feel for the situation of the concession hall."

"Foreigners are mysterious and secretive. They must not be hiding anything good."

"Although there is no direct evidence yet, the monsters that attack at night and the frequent disappearance of children around Jinmen prove that foreigners are treating the people of Tianqing as cattle and horses."

Rosen said calmly.

As of now, everyone knows that the foreigners have bad intentions.

In all likelihood, they are conducting some kind of human experiment that violates ethics and morals.

This kind of thing is common in the wasteland, but when it comes to Tian Qing Dynasty, it's like riding on the imperial court's face.

In fact, Rosen doesn't have much hatred for foreigners in this world.

The reason is also very simple. Over there in the wasteland, due to the conquests and landings of several major forces before the war.

The mixture of Chinese and Western styles has long been achieved.

There were not many survivors, so the powder keg of racial conflicts could not be ignited.

Blending has become inevitable.

Against this background, he had no deep hatred for foreigners.

In addition, he is not an aboriginal here, which makes his heart less sympathetic.

The only one he wanted to deal with was the Red Shark Gang, and this was because they repeatedly disturbed his practice.

Revenge for blocking the road should be repaid if one has the ability.

It’s just that the influence of foreigners is everywhere, and they are the main culprits of the chaos in Tianjin.

Tracing back to the source, the Red Shark Gang is nothing more than fat maggots clinging to foreigners.

Simply clear away all the roots and leaves.

In order to prevent it from being difficult to effectively counterattack when chaos is imminent.

Foreigners encroached on Tianqing and opened more than 20 ports along the coast. Jinmen was just one of them.

Rosen has no control over other places.

But he must take over Jinmen slowly.

Not to mention seeking hegemony, but at least ensuring the stability of the situation.

The materials that will be sold to the wasteland in the future, as well as the medicinal materials, exercises, elixirs and other resources needed for his cultivation, all need a stable supply channel.

If you are homeless, you will only encounter more troubles and disputes.

There is no place for peace in the Tianqing Dynasty. Everywhere is like a spark of fire. Fighting is indispensable if you want to gain a foothold.

Therefore, it is better to take over the territory of Tianjin and gain a firm foothold.After all, this is both a port and the gateway where the northern and southern realms meet.

After stabilization, as long as there is enough gold and silver, it is not difficult to obtain resources.

This is what he really thinks.

Hearing what Rosen said, Zhang Zhenyu nodded.

There was a desire for revenge in his eyes.

Different from Rosen's calmness.

For him, foreigners are not only invaders, but also have a blood feud for killing his father.

The country hates the family, and they have both.

Now that there is a chance for revenge, it would be a lie to say that I am not happy about it.

Rosen soaked the liquid, wiped it briefly and put on his pants.

Back in the vestibule, Aunt Wang brought porridge from the kitchen.

After replacing more expensive medicinal materials, the meal porridge is mellow and thick.

Every bite leaves a long aftertaste, refreshing and full of energy.

If you eat like this all year round, even a pig can grow strong.

After eating and drinking enough, Rosen practiced the spirit.

Zhang Yuening carried the saboteur rifle to the shooting training range of the patrol bureau.

Today's patrol bureau is well managed from top to bottom.

Borrowing land to practice shooting is not a problem.

Anyway, there are a lot of foreign guns that the patrol has never seen.

Zhang Zhenyu rarely went outside the city and met a group of rough and tough foreigners.

Rosen had other plans for this.

But when he was practicing godly.

In the afternoon, there were still "uninvited guests" coming to the door.

"Zhenyu! Xiaoning!"

"Open the door!"

Zhao Buchou's light shout came from outside the gate.

But at this time, there were only two people in the martial arts hall, Rosen and Aunt Wang.

He did not release his spiritual thoughts rashly, after all, the other party was also a monk.

He quickly walked to the door, pulled the latch, and pushed the heavy door open with one hand.

Zhao Buchou was not the only one coming.

Not far behind her was a beautiful woman in a dress.

He is tall, slender, with black hair tied into a cross bun, thin lips, and bright eyebrows.

The dress is not frivolous, but the slim figure is vaguely visible.

From the appearance, this beautiful woman looks to be 27 or [-] years old at most.

But the hint of mature temperament bursting out of the corner of her eyes made her a little more dignified and graceful.

"Brother Rosen!"

After Zhao Buchou saw that the person who opened the door was Rosen, he quickly straightened his posture and saluted.

With the lesson she learned last time, she no longer dared to offend casually.

In response, Rosen just nodded slightly and cast a doubtful look.

Seeing the look in his eyes, Zhao Buchou quickly introduced.

"This is my mother."

"The outer elder of the Jinmen Priests Association."

The beautiful woman in the dress smiled at him.

Rosen nodded again and made a gesture of invitation as he stepped out of the door.

"Senior, come in and talk."

He said to the beautiful woman in a skirt, but did not directly respond to Zhao Buchou.

This made the latter's cheeks bulge slightly, and he looked slightly dissatisfied.

Ignoring Zhao Buchou's little emotion.

Rosen walked in front with an unchanging expression.

As if assuming the posture of a master.

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(End of this chapter)