Creating a Sandbox World Chapter 134: I’m here to challenge
The discussion in the teahouse continues, but the talk is too scattered. Although it can sort out some information, it still makes it difficult to establish a clear impression of the practitioners of this era.
"You still have to ask someone to ask." Lin Tuo thought, listening to someone in the teahouse getting up.
Not long after, a tea guest who was mostly a scholar put his hands together, walked out, and walked toward the nearby alley, seeming to be returning.
Lin Tuo's heart moved and jumped up.
After a while, in the long alley.
The scholar who hummed an inexplicable tune suddenly felt that his shoulder was clasped by a strong hand. He turned around blankly and looked at the stranger in the cloak behind him in shock:
"You...what are you going to do?"
"Will it be convenient to ask something?"
"Inconvenient?"
"Huh?"
"Convenient...what do you want to ask?"
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Twenty minutes later, in Lishan's study.
Sitting in the chair and closing his eyes as if sleeping, Lin Tuo opened his eyes and saw that there was an extra porcelain bowl on the desk, with the lid closed, and a pair of bamboo chopsticks neatly placed next to him.
Opened, it was a bowl of hot plain noodles sprinkled with coriander, a few slices of oil, and two eggs lying on it.
Obviously, it was sent by Huaxi. I probably saw him "sleeping" without interruption.
Lin Tuo is indeed a little hungry, took a bite of his chopsticks, and sighed with emotion:
In addition to reading, Huaxi seems to be quite talented in other fields...Well, I feel that I have the potential to become an exclusive cook...
While eating the noodles, Lin Tuo put away these messy thoughts in his mind, eating and thinking about business.
Through questioning, he has a basic understanding of Shengguo's situation.
Similar to the description on the run log.
The so-called "Qin Tianjian" is an official monk organization set up by the imperial court of the Dasheng Kingdom. It regularly passes examinations, recruits "supervisors" from across the country, trains them internally, and then fills them to the Shengguo local or military level. .
Set up martial arts grades internally.
The lower nine products are the lowest, and the last one is the highest.
Generally speaking, those who can enter the Qintian Supervisor have basically reached the eighth rank.
However, the division of the entire system is somewhat unclear. It seems to be calculated based on comprehensive data such as power speed...
"It feels a bit similar to the one being made in Yangcheng Self-cultivation Hall..."
Lin Tuo smacked his lips and swallowed half an egg.
The highest official position of the Qintian Supervisor is "Jianzheng". Generally speaking, the lowest level also has the strength of the third rank, which is enough to guard the capital and prevent the monsters from invading.
At the same time, he also learned that, compared to monsters, human response methods seem rather monotonous.
What's passed in the Qin Tianjian is more than 600 years ago, when Sheng Guo was still a vassal state, a set of body training methods compiled by Wang Tiefu, leader of the Demon Slayer Army throughout his life, was compiled.
In the past six hundred years, although several changes have been made, the basic idea has not changed.
Most human monks are practicing methods, vomiting the vitality of the world, blessing the martial arts, and using them to confront the enemy. The high-level martial arts are extremely powerful, but they are not as "rich and colorful" as the way of change of the monster race.
"Could it be that in the past hundreds of years, humans have not realized the skills similar to spells?"
Thinking about the information collected, Lin Tuo couldn't help but mutter.
Well, it should be like this. If there is a magic technique, the scholar will not fail to mention...
However, Lin Tuo was not too disappointed. With reference to the No. 2 sandbox, mankind's mastering of spells is a long and accidental process. It is impossible to say that there is also the "credit" of the "nuclear explosion" in the wasteland...
Although there are similar "spells" in this world, it seems that they belong only to demons. Think of it this way, demons and evolutionaries like Huaxi, and wizards like Hathaway are obviously more similar.
Furthermore, the spell itself is not what he needs now. In contrast, the martial arts training in this world is very similar to his current situation.
The same is to absorb the ether, and also to bless the martial arts.
This gave Lin Tuo a lot of expectations for the warriors in this world.
"Well, after the meal, I will try the strength of the Shengguo Peak Warrior, hoping not to let me down." Lin Tuo swallowed the remaining half of the egg and secretly made up his mind.
As for the goal... he has already decided.
That was the "Jianzheng" of the previous generation of Qintian Supervisor, who had resigned, the protagonist in the story of the storyteller.
Is also the strongest practitioner on the mainland in this era, the first-grade Wuzong-Wang Xundao.
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Different from the time in reality, in Sandbox No. 3, it is summer.
On the mainland, everything is in full bloom, which is the time when the vitality is strongest and the weather is the hottest.
The Dasheng Dynasty is located in the center of the mainland, and the capital city is located in the north-central part of Shengguo.
It is the largest city in the mainland.
East of the capital, more than ten miles away, stands a beautiful mountain.
This is the so-called Dongshan.
Dongshan has beautiful scenery and is adjacent to the imperial garden, with few people standing at its feet.
On the mountain, there are a lot of classical buildings, pavilions, pavilions, bluestone paved roads, clear springs, and if the season is right, there are clouds and mist floating over the top of the mountain.
It's a nice view near the capital, but it's a pity that few people dare to approach it.
Because everyone in the entire capital city and even the entire world knows that this Dongshan is home to the strongest martial arts master on the mainland.
At this moment, under the bright sun, next to a water pool, in the pavilion, two people are playing chess against each other. In the distance, a large group of Gong'e guards are standing quietly.
A man in the pavilion is dressed in a bright yellow robe, with compelling aristocracy. About forty years old, he is actually the emperor of the Dasheng Kingdom.
The other person, surprisingly an old man, simply wore a blue-and-white robe, with white beard and hair, but his eyes were clearer and sharper than the pool water on the side.
"Papa. Your majesty's chess power has become more and more refined, and the old is invincible." Suddenly, the old man smiled and cast his confession.
On the opposite side, the Emperor Shengguo smiled bitterly: "Master Wang is making fun of me again. This is too obvious to let the water out."
"Haha," Wang Xundao smiled, "Your Majesty manages everything every day, naturally there is no reason for this to waste your mind. You must know that chess is like martial arts. Only by focusing on one can you make progress."
After saying this, the mainland's number one martial arts master suddenly felt a sense of sorrow.
Concentrate on one...This is indeed the creed on which he has become famous for most of his life, but at this moment, it seems somewhat ironic to tell the opposite emperor.
Think about it carefully. A few years ago, I left the Qintian Supervisor, faded out of the view of the capital, and came to Dongshan to live in seclusion, so that I could meditate, concentrate, and seek a breakthrough in spiritual practice.
But in the past few years, how can I be "concentrated on one"?
It’s just that this seems to be another unsolvable problem.
Hundreds of years ago, the legendary "demon slayer" passed down the Taoist method, and the monks rose up. People finally mastered the way to breathe vitality, gained the ability to fight against the demon and gain a foothold in this world. .
For six hundred years, generations of "monsters slayers" have also been trying to find breakthroughs to open up a "road to the sky" for the monks in the world.
However, the way of martial arts seems to have stalled from the time when the country was unified and established.
Countless amazing talents have been stuck in the so-called "level" of the first rank, and they can only make up for them by quantity.
However, quantity is not the right way after all.
Wang Xundao, who came to the founding of the Dasheng Dynasty, was the fastest promoted and the most talented monk.
Have high hopes, hoping that he can break the bottleneck of "body refining" and find a path to the top of the first grade.
He also thought that he could do it.
But it wasn't until he finally set foot on the first-grade upper level and pushed away the clouds and mist, that he finally realized how majestic the wall blocking his head was.
He couldn't shake any way he tried.
At this point, he wondered whether there is still a "road" ahead, perhaps, the first-grade is the end that humans can reach.
In order to find a breakthrough opportunity, he even traveled all over the country to compete with monks from all walks of life, and even stepped into the wild to fight against the powerful monsters, but he still couldn't.
In the end, he even told the world altogether, offering a reward at a high price, and openly seeking challengers. However, who would dare to challenge a first-class martial arts sect?
So that no one has responded to this so-called "fighting" for more than a decade.
Later, when I left the Qintian Supervisor, on the one hand, I was old, and more importantly, I still wanted to find a quiet place and think carefully.
You can ask yourself, is the so-called "submerged cultivation" another kind of escape?
Thinking of this, Wang Xundao's smile faded away, and he sighed deeply.
On the other side, Emperor Dasheng knew the crux of his heart, but he didn't know how to persuade him, so he changed the subject and said:
"By the way, coming to Dongshan today, apart from relaxing, there is one more thing. This summer's martial arts test is about to begin..."
"Don't go!" Wang Xun said while pulling the chessboard.
Emperor Dasheng smiled helplessly: "As long as you show up, you can go and go back. The Qintian supervising martial arts testifies the world's attention. Everybody with a heavy weight always has a little meaning."
Wang Xun raised his two slender white eyebrows and looked at the nominal king, his disciples and friends in private, and he was about to refuse again.
Suddenly, at this moment, as if sensing something, his expression moved slightly, and he turned his head to look down the mountain.
Immediately, I just heard a little noise coming from there:
"Who?"
"Stop him!"
"How did he get in?"
Amid the noise, I saw a figure wearing a black cloak stepping up the mountain without delay.
Behind him, on the long mountain path, the royal guards at the foot of the mountain and the strong Qin Tianjian were hurriedly chasing up along the mountain path.
They are not worried that the emperor will be in danger.
Because everyone knows that Wang Xundao is standing next to the upper body of the present saint.
In this world~IndoMTL.com~, no one is the adversary of this first-class martial artist, neither can humans nor demons.
What they worry about is only the charge of disturbing the Holy Driver.
In addition, there are many doubts:
Under everyone's eyes, the entrance of the mountain road is tightly sealed, how did the man in the cloak quietly break through their blockade?
However, this doubt has not been answered yet, everyone heard the sound from the mountain, like thunder:
"Who are you?"
That's the First Grade Wuzong, and Wang Xundao is asking questions.
Just a single word made people horrified, blood rushed, and people almost subconsciously stopped, raised their heads, and looked at the mountain in admiration.
Then they heard a clear, gentle voice that rolled over Dadongshan like a spring breeze:
"Are you Wang Xundao? I heard people say that I am here to accept the fight. Well, I'm here to challenge."