Zhutian: Everything starts from becoming a disciple of Uncle Jiu!

Chapter 31 Talent: Weapon Proficiency!

The second day of October,

Zhao Mansion,

Buddhist temple,

in front of the altar.

Zhao Zheng's upper body was bare, revealing muscles that were as well-proportioned as before but stronger. Just standing there exuded a fierce aura that terrified the maids next to him.

"It became..."

Zhao Zheng spoke, reaching out to take the towel handed by the maid and wiping the non-existent sweat on his body. Blood red fonts were painted in front of his eyes as he silently recited the system in his heart.

Name: Zhao Zheng

Age: eighteen

Realm: 1500 days of foundation building and breaking the limit ()

Talent: Weapon Mastery

Kung Fu: Maoshan Qingdadong True Sutra...

Gates of all realms: charging...

Item: Mission ID card...

"It's not in vain that I have worked hard for more than ten days to master the magic of inviting gods!" Zhao Zheng sighed in his heart and silently clicked on the weapon mastery.

An introduction appears in front of you!

Weapon Mastery: With this talent, any weapon in the world will be more powerful than one plus one in your hands!

Note: In view of the fact that you keep using magic to repeat the scene of summoning the Qinglong Yanyue Sword alone, the favorability of some beings towards you is -1.

"..."

mean!

But any weapon in heaven and earth?

Does it mean that everything in my hand is theoretically a weapon? According to the ancients who used stones and bones as weapons, the theory exists and I will try it when I have time.

Zhao Zheng thinks it's very possible. Wait, how does this system know those beings whose favor toward him is reduced by one?

I asked if the system father was okay, and confirmed that the system father should not be there. I learned that the system was still a dumb system.

Zhao Zheng saw that his favorable opinion was reduced by one or four words, pointed to the statues of Guan Sheng Emperor and other statues on the altar, and said to the two maids on the side!

"You two, arrange all these statues!"

"Yes, Master!"

The two maids took the order, and soon, a total of more than 40 statues for practicing divine arts were placed on the dharma table on the east wall.

"Serve according to this specification!"

Zhao Zheng pointed to the statues of Sanqing Taoist and Sanmao Patriarch on the north wall. They were not big in size, so day and night, tributes and incense continued. Except for Zhao Zheng, the servants had to come here every day to express their sincerity. The kind that is fragrant three times sincerely!

After the maid nodded in response, Zhao Zheng came to the Dharma table, picked up a large handful of incense, lit it with his hands, and inserted it into the incense burner.

Looking at the statues of Emperor Guan Sheng and others that were soon shrouded in the incense smoke, Zhao Zheng felt that maybe his goodwill -1 would be gone soon.

After walking out of the memorial hall, Zhao Zheng spread his arms and waited until the maid put on his coat, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, waved his hand, and asked the maid to step aside and then went to the weapon rack he bought a few days ago.

As he walked, he reached out and touched the weapons such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks placed on it, and finally stopped in front of the long sword lying horizontally.

He stretched out his left hand to take it off, weighed it, and felt the feeling like an arm moving his fingers, as if his arm was extending, Zhao Zheng walked slowly.

His right hand slowly touched the hilt of the sword, and gradually his aura began to change, showing its edge like a sword unsheathed.

Until he walked to a stone that was specially found for one person and three people wide, and moved his right wrist slightly.

Draw your sword,

Clang…

The penetrating cold light is like a dark poisonous snake, and it is like facing the bright sun, making people under the maid unable to help but squint their eyes.

There was no loud banging sound, and there was no huge movement. There was only two fingers of the sword stuck into the stone.

Pulling out his sword and looking at the gap on the sword, Zhao Zheng nodded with satisfaction: "It's not bad. The same sword and force have really increased the power. I just don't know if it's the hard stone or my grandfather who is about to leave the coffin." harder!"

After sheathing the long sword and throwing it at the maid who was following closely, Zhao Zheng said to the servants guarding the inner door: "Except for the servants guarding the door, call all the others over here!"

"Yes, Master!"

Soon, a total of eighteen servants arrived. As for why there were so many servants, it was naturally because his mother who was far away in Tengteng Town sent them specially for fear that he would be bullied.

of course,

It's mainly Zhao Dingyi's fault! Zhao Zheng took down a long stick from the weapon rack and looked at the servants who had turned pale with sullen expressions, and smiled gently.

"Don't be afraid!"

As he said that, Zhao Zheng took out two oceans from the money bag in his clothes and weighed them in his hands: "Whoever takes the stick from me will get this ocean!"

There are not many oceans;

You can also buy a hundred catties of rice.

This is for him.

"Okay, let's go together!"

Zhao Zheng held his stick and said, "The servants look at me and I look at you for a while, and finally one of them said: "You have offended the young master!"

After saying that, he immediately pounced on Zhao Zheng, and the rest of the people did the same. Zhao Zheng's expression remained the same, and he attacked with a stick, but after a few breaths, there were bang, bang, bang, and screams.

Zhao Zheng looked at the servant who was lying on the ground either holding his thigh or holding his stomach and groaning. He squatted down and handed the two pieces of ocean in his pocket to a servant who liked it.

"You guys split it up."

"Thank you, Master!"×…

"Okay, let's disperse."

Zhao Zheng waved his hand and the servants began to disperse, but one of the new servants rolled his eyes and covered his legs.

"Ouch, Master, my leg seems to be broken!"

"Check him and cut it off if it's not broken." Zhao Zheng threw the stick to the maid and walked into the memorial hall without looking back.

Soon, screams sounded. Zhao Zheng, who was sitting on the futon, listened to the footsteps behind him and waved his hands without looking back.

"Didn't Zhao Erhu tell you that horse bandits were causing trouble outside the town recently?" As he spoke, Zhao Zheng turned his head and looked out the door with his head lowered, not daring to look at him, but he tremblingly replied that he was the young master's servant.

"Okay, don't disturb me!"

Zhao Zheng spoke and said to Zhao Qiurong, one of the two maids at the door, or rather, his mute housekeeper, "Write a letter to my mother and ask her to send me another servant!"

no other meaning,

It’s just that he likes even numbers!

"Yes, Master!"

Zhao Zheng waved his hand, and after Zhao Qiurong retreated and closed the door, he looked at Sanqing Taoist Patriarch and Sanmao Patriarch who were shrouded in incense.

"Disciple is dedicated to doing good..."

After all,

Closing his eyes, he looked at what he had already studied in his mind. He only needed to practice the Qi and Blood Furnace Method, or in other words, the combination of the golden bell and the iron cloth shirt, as well as the "On Magic Power to Stimulate Muscles and Make Muscles Automatic" that he studied. "The detailed process of exercise" and then fell into thinking.

"It should work, right?"

Zhao Zheng is not sure. If he practices the Qi and Blood Furnace Technique, the Golden Bell Cover, and the Iron Cloth Shirt alone, he will definitely succeed.

But at the moment, he is not sure about the fusion, or in other words, a reinvention method that is similar to Shishan code.

"It's a pity that the theory is not enough and the realm is not enough. Otherwise, why would you use Shishan Code to fuse it into a completely new method!"

Zhao Zheng sighed in his heart, opened his eyes, took out three oceans from the money bag in his arms and threw it away. He used the Plum Blossom Yi that he had just learned to count and nodded. He confirmed that it was a good fortune.

"It's safe!"

Zhao Zheng closed his eyes and began to use magic power to mobilize the qi and blood in his body, practicing the method of rebirth. This practice lasted all morning.

Zhao Zheng, who was as red as Guan Gong, opened his eyes and felt his heartbeat beating more than 200 times per minute. He rolled up his sleeves and looked at the burst capillaries and the faint blood stains on the skin surface. He opened his mouth and frowned. The third molar spit out.

"Failed?"

wrong,

The hexagrams are all auspicious.

How could I fail?

Zhao Zheng's eyes showed contemplation, he stood up, picked up the mirror on the altar and looked at the teeth in his mouth, which were all loose.

"I understand. I have to grow new teeth. The same reason applies to the fact that I feel dizzy, my whole body is sore, my limbs are weak, and my mouth is dry. It must be because the violent energy and blood in my body are constantly adjusting my body. Come back to my roots and help me return to my innate nature!"

Correct,

That's it!

While thinking, Zhao Zheng opened his mouth and vomited, and another bloody tooth fell out. However, after seeing in the mirror that his gums were rapidly sprouting new teeth, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Sure enough, my idea is right..."

(End of this chapter)