Walking on the stairs leading to the top floor, Shen Qian was still confused.
After talking with Shi Dingyan and Liu Changqing, Shen Qian solved many doubts, but more doubts were born in his heart.
For example, Shi Dingyan did not tell Shen Qian until the end why the Martial Arts Department tried to occupy that "door".
Maybe it has something to do with aura?
Shen Qian boldly guessed.
Assume that what Liu Changqing said is true, that is, all spiritual energy in the world comes from these dimensions.
But it’s hard to explain why they wanted to take away the White Walker.
There is also the Ministry of Martial Arts, an organization that once dominated the pinnacle of power in China. Its existence has been extremely low in recent years, and even ordinary people have almost forgotten about this department. Is it really going to sink or is it still plotting something?
Shen Qian could predict that his actions that day had, in a sense, completely put him and the Martial Arts Department on opposite sides.
But Shen Qian has no regrets.
He is not a good person, but in life, there are always some bottom lines that cannot be compromised.
The roar of the engine of the weather adjustment system sounded overhead. Shen Qian put away his random thoughts and walked towards the edge of the top of the tower.
He had no intention of continuing to ask these questions to the boss Gao.
Obviously, what Shi Dingyan told him is what he can currently know or understand. As for the rest, it is useless to think too much.
The boss in a long white suit, Gao, was still sitting on the black sofa, chin clenched and staring quietly at Jingcheng below, as always, as if he had never left.
Seeing this figure from behind, Shen Qian's heart, which had been in chaos recently, suddenly calmed down.
"Teacher!" He took a few steps quickly and bowed respectfully.
"Sit down."
Gao Wenyuan waved his hand and added a table and chairs beside him, and there was already an extra bottle of White Bull on the table.
"Don't drink until your body has recovered. Just drink this." Gao Wenyuan said with a gentle smile.
Shen Qian unscrewed the energy drink on the table, took a sip, smacked his lips, and savored it carefully.
"Don't think too much, it's just an ordinary white cow." After seeing through Shen Qian's thoughts, Gao Wenyuan took a long way.
Shen Qian chuckled, put the white bull down, and asked the question he was most concerned about first.
"Teacher, the death energy in my body..."
"Here."
Gao Wenyuan waved his hand, and a round glass bottle appeared on the table. The bottle was as black as ink, with a trace of mist lingering, and even a faint flash of electric light, like a mini thundercloud.
Shen Qian was overjoyed when he saw this.
When he woke up, he found that all the dead energy in his body was gone, and he was still a little worried at the time.
After all, although this death energy is the culprit that caused his coma, from another perspective, these death energy is also the purest vitality, which can be swallowed and assimilated by him bit by bit.
This is much faster than the speed of practicing the Ancient Body Refining Technique by yourself.
A huge problem caused by having a good foundation is that every time Shen Qian advances, he needs countless times more spiritual energy than an ordinary person. These necromantic energy are an unexpected harvest, and it can be regarded as a training gift package for Shen Qian.
The teacher still understands me!
"Teacher, I still have a little question."
Shen Qian tried to circulate the remaining vitality in his body, and then said.
"Why can't your original vitality be turned into death energy?" Gao Wenyuan said with a smile.
Shen Qian could only sigh that it was so easy to talk to the boss Gao. Needless to say, he knew what he wanted to ask.
Shen Qian didn't know whether this was a form of foretelling or mind-reading. Anyway, just shouting that he was awesome was enough.
What Boss Gao said is indeed what Shen Qian wanted to ask.
It stands to reason that your own energy has the characteristics of both devouring and transforming. Since you have absorbed the energy of the dead, you should also be able to transform the energy of the dead.
This is a skill that can create undead brothers, and it is still very useful on the battlefield.
Since his mental power has become more and more abnormal, Shen Qian has begun to move closer to great wisdom, so he can think of many things in an instant that he would not have thought about before.
"Please ask the teacher to clarify your doubts."
"Aura is mixed, but it is one of the external forms of 'Tao', and there are many kinds of Tao. Wind, thunder, water and fire are Tao, ice, frost, rain and snow are also Tao, time is Tao, space is also Tao, there is also life and death, reincarnation..."
Gao Wenyuan said softly, "There are big and small Tao, high and low."
Shen Qian suddenly woke up.
"What does the teacher mean by saying that life and death are the main road, so I still can't control it?"
"Your original energy has many characteristics, but it is still far from encompassing them all."
Gao Wenyuan nodded, "Although you can't control the death energy for the time being, these death energy can still plant a seed. When the time is right, it will bloom and bear fruit."
Shen Qian understood.
His vitality contains many characteristics, but compared to the elements in the entire world, it is still far behind.
But compared to others, he has an advantage that no one has.
That's endless possibilities.
"Then what path will I take in the future?"
Shen Qian seemed to be asking or talking to himself.
Gao Wenyuan didn't answer.
"Teacher, regarding the results of the college entrance examination..." Shen Qian did not continue to ask, and instead mentioned what happened a few days ago.
"I already know."
Gao Wenyuan smiled faintly and interrupted Shen Qian, "Now that you have made your choice, just move on."
"Yes."
Shen Qian probably also guessed that with the boss's temperament, he would not interfere with him on this kind of issue.
"Are there any questions?"
"Teacher, do you know the Hall of Hundred Kings?"
As soon as Shen Qian's words came out of his mouth, he was stunned.
Previously, due to some mysterious mental restriction, he was unable to share the affairs of the Hundred Kings Palace with anyone, including the rules for full marks in the college entrance examination.
But when he was talking to Gao Wenyuan about this matter, he spoke it out naturally, as smoothly as if the restrictive law did not exist.
"You are talking about the organization founded by the first three kings, I have heard about it."
Gao Wenyuan's face was calm and he nodded slightly.
From what Gao Wenyuan said, it seems that he and Baiwangdian don’t have much entanglement anymore?
Shen Qian was not too disappointed. This result was basically expected. After all, Gao Wenyuan became famous before the establishment of Baiwang Palace.
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But if you calculate it this way, the boss Gao can actually be regarded as a figure from the same period as the Nine Kings of the First Generation of China?
Shen Qian suddenly realized this detail.
After Shen Qian composed himself, he told how he joined the Hundred Kings Palace and what he had experienced there, and then looked at Gao Wenyuan expectantly.
"I know."
Gao Wenyuan only uttered these four words and then nothing more happened.
Shen Qian, who didn't know what Big Brother Gao meant for a while, was a little depressed. It seemed that he wouldn't have any advice, but he didn't continue to pester and asked the last question he wanted to ask today.
"Teacher, I am now a novice martial artist and can practice advanced martial arts, but I am a little confused and don't know what type of martial arts is most suitable for me."
Martial arts, in a narrow sense, are techniques to maximize one's own strength.
But in a broad sense, it is more than just that, because many martial arts are actually a balance of strength and speed.
For example, sacrificing part of your strength in order to gain faster speed is called body martial arts.
Or you can temporarily sacrifice part of your mobility to accumulate power that exceeds your upper limit. This is an offensive martial skill.
In the stage before a quasi-warrior, due to lack of vitality, the warrior can only choose to hone basic martial arts skills.
Ancient martial arts are a special case, but they are still essentially an extension of basic martial arts.
Only after a warrior gains vitality can he truly open the door to martial arts.
A powerful martial skill can allow a warrior to have power that transcends his own rank, or can exert various magical effects at critical moments. This is the charm of martial arts.
However, only martial arts that match your own can achieve this point.
There are so many types of martial arts.
Fists, feet, legs, swords, guns, swords and sticks...
It stands to reason that with the existence of the system, Shen Qian actually has the least to worry about. No matter what kind of martial arts, the system should be able to exert its maximum power.
But after Shen Qian thought about it carefully, he realized that it was precisely because of the existence of the system that he had difficulty choosing.
Among the many martial arts in these fields, who is the most powerful?
Trying one by one is time consuming and it is easy to get stuck in the choice of martial arts in Rashomon, and in the end you are spoiled for choice.
That's why Shen Qian wanted to listen to the opinion of the boss Gao first.
"Why not create your own?" Gao Wenyuan smiled slightly and said leisurely after hearing Shen Qian's doubts.
Shen Qian's body trembled.
"...Created by yourself?"
This was a direction he had never thought of.
Because in Shen Qian's subconscious mind, the creation of martial arts is exclusive to the strong. After all, one must first have a sufficient understanding of the nature of the use of power to have the theoretical basis for creation of martial arts.
"Since you can practice basic martial arts to a 'flawless' level, you already have this potential."
Gao Wenyuan smiled, "There is no absolutely perfect technique in this world, but there must be the one that suits you best."
Shen Qian was thoughtful.
This sentence instantly brought Shen Qian out of his misunderstanding.
With the ability to understand the system, this is really a feasible path.
I just always felt that Gao Wenyuan's smile was a bit meaningful, but Shen Qian wasn't sure if it was his imagination.
"Teacher, I'm going then."
With the answer, Shen Qian bowed to Gao Wenyuan and prepared to leave.
"Don't go out these days." Gao Wenyuan said suddenly.
"Ah?"
Shen Qian raised his head, but Gao Wenyuan had already resumed his previous posture overlooking Jingcheng and stopped talking to Shen Qian.
Maybe mystery is the exclusive card of the big guys.
Shen Qianqian cursed, bowed finally and left the top floor of Babel Tower.
……
Walking on the streets of Jingcheng, bathing in the afterglow of the setting sun, Shen Qian was still wondering what the boss Gao meant when he said "go out less often".
Until...
Bang!
Shen Qian fell face down on the street.
Shen Qian got up and looked confused.
Then he turned his head and glanced at the banana peel on the ground, and fell into continued confusion.
The possessor of my majestic body with ten orifices, a peerless genius whose combat power is comparable to that of a Chinese martial artist, actually...
Being fucked by a banana peel?
Shen Qian couldn't believe it, but after he repeatedly checked and confirmed that it was just an ordinary banana peel, he couldn't help but doubt his life.
Not to mention novice martial artists, even the average martial arts examinee with a stronger body would not be able to slip on a banana peel!
But I don’t know if he was distracted or something, but Shen Qian was stunned and didn’t react.
After standing there for a long time and taking a few close-ups of the banana peel, Shen Qian couldn't let go.
……
On the street-facing balcony on the 17th floor of the Babel Tower, a person was holding on to the wall and laughing incomprehensibly. Then he looked at the high-definition picture taken on the bracelet and couldn't help laughing again.
"I can now conclude that my junior brother will become a great person in the future. When he becomes awesome one day, I will go to Qianbao Online to auction his dark history, and I will definitely make a lot of money!"
Although Shi Dingyan on the side also smiled, he still couldn't help but lectured: "As an elder brother, you only think about collecting dirty information about your junior brother all day long. What a shame!"
"Third Senior Brother, these words cannot persuade me!"
Liu Changqing hummed softly, "Who asked me to find this in his clothes?"
What Liu Changqing holds in his hand is a pink USB flash drive.
"What is on this plate that makes you care so much?" Shi Dingyan asked suspiciously.
"Ahem, it's nothing... In short, my junior brother is not a good bird. Fortunately, I found it in time." Liu Changqing's rare face turned red.
Shi Dingyan shook his head and was about to say something when a fair and slender hand next to him pulled his sleeve.
"Junior Brother Ninth...Isn't he okay?"
Ji Ruoshui frowned slightly, looking worriedly at Shen Qian's figure limping away.
"It won't be a big deal."
Shi Dingyan knew that Ji Ruoshui had a good heart and could not bear to see others suffer, so he comforted him, "His level of luck backlash is just the weakest kind. At most, he will be unlucky and will not be in any danger to his life."< /p>
Ji Ruoshui's brows relaxed a little, he nodded and stopped talking, just staring at Shen Qian's back that was fading away in the sunset.
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"Let me tell you, this kid shouldn't have been in the limelight in the first place. What a bullshit 'Light of Jingcheng'. Is this title so easy to wear?"
Liu Changqing sneered and said, "Look at these white-eyed wolves who don't know what they are talking about. They start to ridicule when they hear the slightest gossip. I heard even worse words when I was on the street that day. At that time, I really wanted to kill those shrews with a knife! ”
"Evergreen!"
Seeing Ji Ruoshui's expression of worry again, Shi Dingyan frowned and scolded.
"Teacher is also doing the best for my junior brother. The path of a peerless genius is not so easy. A certain amount of luck can help him at the critical moment."
"Why don't I know this truth? I'm just... I'm just worried that this kid can't think about it." Liu Changqing said dullly.
"Then you underestimate him too much!"
Shi Dingyan revealed, "Besides, it's only a few days until the college entrance examination results are announced. Judging from the teacher's reaction, I'm afraid that the performance of our junior brother far exceeded our expectations."
"Just waiting, but I believe that my junior brother will really surprise everyone this time!"
……
Shen Qian looked around in fear, and after confirming that the light was green and that there were no obviously speeding vehicles on both sides, he quickly crossed the zebra crossing.
Bang!
Shen Qian, who had been alert to his surroundings, nimbly dodged and avoided the sneak attack of the "hidden weapon" that suddenly appeared.
Looking closely, the "hidden weapon" is actually a huge cactus.
"Sorry, I was going to throw the bottle, but I threw it wrong!"
A head popped out of a passing car, apologized without sincerity, and then ran away.
Do you keep cactus in your car?
Shen Qian simply couldn't complain.
From the time he left the Tower of Babel until now, he has only walked three streets. Shen Qian has encountered more than a dozen accidents, both large and small. He was almost hit by a car, almost smashed by a vase, all of which were basic operations. There was also a reckless man who said he slept with him. He killed his wife and took a kitchen knife to chop down Shen Qian...
At this moment, Shen Qian probably understood why the boss Gao told him to "go out less".
For a moment, Shen Qian still couldn't figure out where this inexplicable bad luck came from.
A song suddenly sounded in the distance. Shen Qian, who had already formed a conditioned reflex, subconsciously made a defensive posture. Then he noticed that the source of the song seemed quite normal, so he looked over.
With just one glance, Shen Qian was stunned.
From the end of the long street, a group of armored sergeants wearing pickaxes and holding ice coffins came slowly. The man at the front looked familiar. Shen Qian couldn't remember his name for a moment, but he recognized the man in his hand. "People".
In the half-human-high photo frame, there was a gray-white photo of a smiling person. In a daze, Shen Qian returned to the battlefield surrounded by corpses.
It seems that he smiled like this when he fell down, even the arc of his grin was exactly the same...
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you."
"The king raised his troops and repaired my sword and spear."
"..."
The team of hundreds of people did not notice Shen Qian standing on the street, singing ancient songs in a low tone, and slowly passed by Shen Qian.
"Mom, what are you doing?" A child holding a toy car next to him asked, pointing at the procession of mourners.
"There must be another war somewhere, someone died..." The young mother touched her child's head.
"I want to go to war when I grow up!" The child raised his head and said loudly.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" The face of the loving mother suddenly changed, "Being a soldier is very hard, and you don't have much money. Don't you like playing the piano? If you can't pass the martial arts examination in the future, you can become a musician. That would be great. !"
"No, I'm going to fight!"
The child's stubborn temper came up and he said stubbornly.
"Don't go!"
"Go!"
"I told you not to go. Fighting is more painful than this. Let me see if you still want to go or not..."
The young mother turned the child over and beat him hard on the butt. Until the child cried loudly and gave up the idea of going to war, the young mother hugged the child and left in a hurry.
Shen Qian stood in the street in a daze, listening to the sad but not sad, sad but not sad song gradually faded away, and did not move for a long time, a long time.