Chapter 89 On the Feasibility of Concurrent Training
Chapter 89: On the feasibility of pursuing concurrent education
The end of the year is approaching.
The north wind howls, the mountains are stained with silver, and the rivers are frozen.
The Daqian Dynasty is about to usher in the thirty-third year of Zun'anli.
Imperial City.
Inside the Zheng family.
Everyone knows that there is such a young master.
He looks exactly like the old man.
He stayed up all night.
He was very close to Shangxian Sanfengbei.
But what does this mean?
For half a month, Zheng Xiu felt like a hamster thrown into a drum generator, squeezing all the time and running around without any pause.
As the saying goes, there are people in prison who are easy to do things, and the favorability level generated by Scar Lao Liu in the last episode played an important role. Zheng Xiu's life in Wangtian Prison was extremely nourishing, as if he was on vacation, and he couldn't care less about Shu.
Zheng Erniang asked Scar Laoliu to bring the Four Treasures of the Study to the prison master, a handicraft by a master in the city. This is the only one that can be called a family heirloom.
He met with Feng Nao all night, and early in the morning, with dark circles under his eyes, Zheng Xiu was in prison, washing and eating, spreading rice paper, grinding ink himself, and painting on the paper.
Yes, paint.
Holding his right elbow with his left hand, Zheng Xiu held the "Blue Sky White Jade Phoenix Pattern Chilong Brush", lowered the tip of the pen and drew an oval with a rounded stroke.
the second.
The third.
He is studying the great painter Leonardo da Vinci at that time, copying his starting point...painting eggs.
What Zheng Xiu did was not out of boredom, let alone out of interest. He was trying to see if Zheng Xiu, who had projected Zheng Shan, could use Zheng Shan, who was a "painter," to gain a glimpse of different approaches.
Following the rules and hiding restrictions are the basics of a thaumaturge.
But if you want to get a glimpse of the door, the core lies in years of concentration and performance. Zheng Xiu always feels that he is not focused enough.
He would draw a thousand eggs every day, consume a hundred sheets of paper, and grind ink thirty-six times.
A thousand, a hundred, thirty-six times.
Exactly.
These are his "rules".
But for half a month, Zheng Xiu got nothing.
Obviously it was so easy for him to suddenly realize his skills in the ghost world, but in reality, he spent half a month of daylight in vain.
What went wrong?
As dusk approached, Zheng Xiu finally completed the "mission" of a thousand eggs, canceled the [projection], and his appearance and temperament returned to normal, feeling puzzled.
Scar Laoliu came up just in time and asked the master what he wanted to eat for dinner.
Zheng Xiuxiu wanted to say that he had no appetite, but in fact he wanted to eat with the evil boy at home. But as soon as he finished speaking, he quickly stopped Scar Lao Liu and asked: "Brother Liu, can you help me see what I drew?"
Scar Lao Liu had long wondered that Mr. Zheng was tinkering with the art of painting during the day, but the paintings he drew were all nonsense. Even a figure like Scar Lao Liu could tell that the master was doing some random drawings. But he said this Not daring to say anything, he stared at the strange symbols on the rice paper. Scar Laoliu suddenly slapped his forehead: "It's steamed buns! These steamed buns are so well painted! What a wonderful painting!"
Zheng Xiu's face darkened.
Seeing that Zheng Xiu looked wrong, Scar Laoliu thought that he had not boasted hard enough, so he added: "This bun is big and white."
Yes, keep practicing.
Even Scar Lao Liu couldn't tell it was an egg.
This doorway is not deep enough.
After completing the "painter" task, at night, Zheng Xiu got on his bicycle and hurried back to Zheng's house without stopping.
His dungeon was almost completed, but Zheng Xiu had no time to supervise the progress of the project, so he left it all to Qing Shisan.
As the richest man, how could Zheng Xiu behave like a foreman?
Rich people should pay people to do things. Qing Shisan, he can trust it now.
Zhizhi, Pingping, and Lily happily came to welcome the young master home. Even Bobo, who had always been indifferent, stood in the distance and played the long flute.
Amidst the sound of festive music, Zheng Xiu came to the study surrounded by everyone.
Sandalwood had been lit in advance in the study to refresh the mind, and the oil lamp was used for lighting. Ping Ping won the fist fight, and she would be the female companion for the study today.
Now the whole Zheng family knows that the young master's mother, Xia Yuhe, is dead. The heart-wrenching love story of "Zheng Xiu and Xia Yuhe had a deep love for each other" has been spread throughout the Zheng family. Everyone wants to give some help to the lonely young master.
Warm maternal love.
Zheng Xiu quickly sat down and placed two books on the table.
Pingping patted the young master's back.
Zheng Xiu opened it and began to copy.
The first book is "Li's Southern Travels·Miscellaneous Notes", which is about a contemporary gourmet who went south and recorded the delicacies of various places.
In the study room, I could only hear the sound of Pingping's breathing, thumping on the back, and the sound of hair falling from paper.
[You have carefully studied "Miscellaneous Notes of Li's Southern Journey" and copied it, and your knowledge has been slightly improved.]
The second book.
Ah, fuck your sister's "Lan Xin Ruo Meng"!
The "rule" of copying two books every day was arranged by Zheng Xiu and Zheng Erniang. The whole process was random, but this one was chosen.
When she asked back, Pingping said that this was this year's bestseller, a painstaking work by the great writer "Ximen Bei". When it first came out last year, it was spurned by thousands of people, but when the ending was written, the reviews reversed, and many women complained about it.
The woman was so shocked that she was a heavenly being, and she was moved by it. After spreading it among others, it spread throughout the northern land without even realizing it.
Zheng Xiu had no choice but to bite the bullet and finish copying.
Zheng Xiu had seen it before and vaguely remembered the plot. Now that I have copied it myself, I feel that the plot is incredible.
How did this book become popular?
Zheng Xiu found it difficult to understand.
[You have carefully studied "Lan Xin Ruo Meng", deeply understood and moved, and your knowledge has been greatly improved. 】
【Knowledge plus one.】
After half a month of copying various books, Zheng E's knowledge has been improved to "seventeen", which is directly doubled from the previous "eight" point. It can be said to be a huge improvement.
Is this fucking okay? Zheng Xiu secretly thought that it was outrageous, but it was still nice to improve his knowledge, and he secretly speculated whether the great writer Ximen Bei was a hidden expert.
"Quick! Help me buy one of his books tomorrow! Also, remember to give him money as a reward in the name of the Zheng family. Only when scholars are rich can they have the motivation to code! Just say 'Mr.
The sky is full of flowers, Mrs. Zheng is so grateful that she has given me a gift of gold and wonderful pens, please update as soon as possible'!"
Pingping was confused when she heard this, and secretly thought that the young master actually likes such a tone? Which one does he like?
But Pingping still accepted the order and promised to get it done later.
Zheng Xiu also felt strange that after copying "Lan Xin Ruo Meng", he gained a lot of [knowledge].
Maybe, the more outrageous the story, the more knowledge it can increase?
Zheng Xiu's pattern is opened.
It took an hour, Zheng Xiu ate in a hurry, teleported in the mental prison, opened the teleport point of Feng Bei's house with one finger, and the next second he appeared in mid-air on the cliff.
After flapping his wings and flying, Zheng Xiu swooped down at high altitude, while Feng Bei waited on the top of the mountain for a long time.
When he landed, Zheng Xiu touched Xiaofeng who was shivering in the cold wind on the roof.
"Come on, call me twice and listen! I almost forgot about you."
It turns out I really forgot!
The owner of such a dog made Xiaofeng stunned, but it still meowed twice: "Meow-"
No one knows how it came here in the past half month.
Zheng Xiu spent half a month inserting almost all the traits he could insert into [Purgatory], and also tried various tricks on Feng Bei.
Zheng Xiu has tried out the effects of almost every trait combined with [Purgatory], and has been surprised one after another.
Why do you say almost?
Only [Medical Science] has no chance to try it out.
[Medical] The effect seems to have to be inserted into a person to take effect.
But Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei were just competing, not fighting for their lives. Zheng Xiu was too embarrassed to say to Feng Bei, let me intervene, so he had no choice but to give up.
The two fought hard until midnight.
"Have a rest."
As usual, he would fight until dawn on weekdays, and Zheng Xiu hurriedly left the little female cat behind and left on his own. Tonight, Feng Bei called a halt in the middle of the night. Zheng Xiu's sword failed, and he watched Feng Bei leisurely put away his "mountain-splitting" gesture, and each of his fingers felt strange.
The black lines retracted into the right eye.
The two sat across the campfire.
Feng Bei looked at the young man who was very delicate and handsome in the firelight quietly, and couldn't help but smile when he thought of the experience of this half month.
She didn't know when she started, but she vaguely expected the young man to come to her mountain and spar with her as promised.
"With your strength, you are now comparable to the twenty-eight stars."
This was the first time that Feng Bei seriously evaluated Zheng Xiu's level of thaumaturgy.
"Twenty-eight constellations?" Zheng Xiu smacked his lips: "Are you talking about the twenty-eight constellations like Dou Xie, or the twenty-eight constellations like Yue Yan?"
One cannot generalize between stars.
Feng Bei pursed his lips for a moment, as if thinking, and then answered truthfully: "The other twenty-seven constellations except Dou Xie."
Zheng Xiu understood instantly.
"But," Feng Bei shook his head again: "Now there are no vacancies in the 'Northern Seven Stars'. If you want to enter the stars, you can only wait."
Feng Bei explained that if Ye Wei wants to ascend to the stars, it is like a carrot and a pit. There is no vacancy and he cannot ascend.
"Then...what about your level?"
Zheng Xiu pointed to Fengbei.
The implication is that if there is no vacancy in "Xingxiu", then if there is one in "December", can it be promoted?
Feng Bei pushed his hair behind his ears and couldn't help but laugh: "Then have you been doing your best these days?"
Zheng Xiu nodded first, then shook his head.
The implication is that I tried my best, but I didn’t give it my all.
Feng Bei seemed to understand, and smiled slightly: "According to Ye Weiyang's evaluation rules, if you break into the military formation, you may be rated as a 'little heaven'."
Zheng Xiu asked again and again, what is Xiaotianzhi.
"The level of thaumaturgy is mostly based on the formation of the Shenwu Army."
"Being able to confront an elite warrior warrior head-on can be rated as the sixth level. The first level means that one person can defeat an encirclement of ten people."
"Further up, it is divided into 'star position' and 'celestial position', each of which is subdivided into three levels of 'large, medium and small'. Among them, the highest star position requires a force to break through a thousand-man army."
"As for the heavenly position, you need to face the commander of the Shenwu Army. A single commander of the Shenwu Army may only be rated as a star, but hundreds of commanders jointly set up military formations. If they can pass through safely, they can be rated as a great heavenly person.
"
"Above the commander are the four divine generals of the Shenwu Army."
When Feng Bei said this, he glanced at Zheng Xiu: "Grandmaster rating cannot be measured by any means. But Ye Weiyang believes that the person who can easily kill the four generals is a grandmaster. In addition, Zheng Haoran of the Zheng family was
One of the four generals, General Bei, who is in charge of the north." She deliberately emphasized the word "easily".
The story about his father was no different from what he remembered. Seeing Feng Bei mentioning Zheng Haoran intentionally or unintentionally, Zheng Xiu pretended not to hear and lowered his head to think.
So to say.
The Shenwu Army, which is famous all over the world and guards Daqian, turns out to be a combat unit?
How many Shenwu armies can be defeated? What is the level?
Zheng Xiu quickly understood Feng Bei's words and understood in his heart.
The performance of Menjing thaumaturgy is so varied that it is difficult to use a single indicator to measure someone's strength.
This is not as magical as in some novels. There will be some kind of evaluation stone tablet, and the level will be revealed when you touch it.
But how many combat units can be defeated is a general calculation method.
In the Daqian Dynasty, those who held the important responsibility of "combat unit" were obviously the "elite of the Shenwu Army".
Feng Bei later added that in addition to the normal thaumaturge ratings, Lieutenant General Ye Weiyang rated thaumaturges who were not good at fighting as "alien stars", just like [Suppressing Soul Man] Bi Shui. Although there is no strength rating, But respected.
After all, anyone who is affected by strange magic must seek treatment from Sister Bi Shui. This is a unique secret skill and the secret code of wealth.
Feng Bei didn't know if he had been holding it in for more than half a month, so he talked a bit too much.
The two warmed themselves by the fire in the snow, chatting from time to time, and soon it was dawn.
"Meow~"
Xiaofeng looked at Zheng Xiu pitifully.
It is a cold wind that has been blowing on the snow-capped mountains for half a month.
Zheng Xiu patted his butt and was about to leave. His back looked like a scumbag who adopted a female cat but abandoned it.
"Zheng Shan," the young man was about to go down the mountain. Feng Bei looked at the young man's back, his eyes narrowed, and he said his father's name and asked, "Is he really still alive?"
When Zheng Xiu heard this, a chill ran down his spine, and he jumped down the mountain like a hundred-meter sprint and disappeared.