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Chapter 89 On the Feasibility of Concurrent Training

The end of the year is approaching.

The north wind howled, the mountains were stained with silver, and the rivers were frozen.

The Dagan Dynasty is about to usher in the 33rd year of the Zun'an calendar.

Imperial City.

Inside Zheng's house.

Everyone knows that there is such a young master.

He looks exactly like the old man.

He doesn't come home at night.

He got very close to Shangxian Sanfengbei.

But what can this mean?
For half a month, Zheng Xiu felt like a hamster thrown into a drum generator, squeezing all the time, running around without stopping.

As the saying goes, there are people in prison who are easy to handle, and Zhou Zhou's favorability at Ba Lao Liu played an important role.Zheng Xiu's own life in Wangtian Prison is extremely nourishing, like a vacation, and he doesn't want to think about it.

Zheng Erniang entrusted Scar Lao Liu to bring the Four Treasures of the Study to the master in prison. This is the only copy of the handmade works of the masters in the city, which can be called a family heirloom.

He dated Feng Bei 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 drawing on paper.

Yes, paint.

Holding his right elbow with his left hand, Zheng Xiu is holding the "Blue Sky White Jade Phoenix Pattern Chilong Brush", the tip of the pen falls down, and a rounded hook draws an ellipse.

the second.

The third.

He is learning from Leonardo da Vinci, the great painter back then, and copying his beginning...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 glimpse a different way.

Obeying the rules and concealing restrictions are the basics of a thaumaturgy.

But if you want to get a glimpse of the way, 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 36 times.

One thousand, one hundred, 36 times.

Exactly.

This is his "rule".

But for half a month, Zheng Xiu got nothing.

Obviously it was so easy for him to realize his skills in the ghost, but in reality, he spent half a month and a half day in vain.

What went wrong?
As dusk approached, Zheng Xiu finally completed the "task" of a thousand eggs, canceled the [projection], his appearance and temperament returned to normal, and he was puzzled.

Scar sixth came up just in time and asked the master what he would like to have for dinner.

Zheng Xiuxiu wanted to say that he had no appetite, but in fact he wanted to use the evil boy to go home to eat, but just after he finished speaking, he quickly stopped Ba Lao Liu and asked, "Sixth brother, help me see, what is my painting?"

Scar Lao Liu has long wondered that Mr. Zheng was tinkering with painting techniques during the day, but the paintings are all nonsense. Even a character like Scar Lao Liu can see that Master Zheng is just doing a few scribbles.But he didn't dare to say that, staring at the strange symbols on the rice paper, Ba Lao Liu suddenly slapped his forehead: "It's steamed buns! These steamed buns are well drawn! They are wonderfully drawn!"

Zheng Xiu's face darkened.

Seeing Zheng Xiu's expression was wrong, Ba Lao Liu thought he was not blowing hard enough, so he added: "This steamed bun is big and white."

Okay, keep practicing.

Even Scar Six couldn't tell it was an egg.

This door is not deep enough.

After completing the task of "painter", Zheng Xiu got on a street bike at night and rushed back to Zheng's house without stopping.

His dungeon was nearly completed, but Zheng Xiu had no time to supervise the progress of the project, so he handed it over to Qing Shisan.

Zheng Xiu is the richest man, how decent is he to look like a contractor?
Rich people should spend money to let people do things, Qing Shisan, he can be trusted now.

Zhizhi, Pingping, and Lili happily came to welcome the young master home, and even Bobo, who was always indifferent, stood in the distance, playing the long flute.

Amid the sound of festive music, Zheng Xiu came to the study surrounded by everyone.

In the study room, sandalwood has been lit in advance to refresh the mind, and the oil lamp is lighting it. Pingping wins with punches, and she will be the female companion for reading today.

Now the entire Zheng family knows that the young master's mother Xia Yuhe is dead, and the heart-wrenching love story of "Zheng Xiu and Xia Yuhe are deeply in love" has long been spread in the Zheng family, and everyone wants to add some points to the lonely young master Warm motherly love.

Zheng Xiu sat down quickly, and there were two books on the table.

Pingping beat the back for the young master.

Zheng Xiu opened it and began to copy.

The first is "Li Shi's Southward Journey·Miscellaneous Notes", which is about a contemporary gourmet who went south and recorded the food of various places.

In the study room, only the sound of Pingping's breathing, the sound of beating her back, and the sound of falling paper was heard.

[You have carefully studied "Li Shi's South Journey Miscellaneous Notes" and copied it, your knowledge has improved a little. 】

Second book.

Ah, go to your sister's "Lan Xin Ruo Meng"!
The "rule" of copying two books a day was arranged by Zheng Xiu and Zheng Erniang. The whole process was random, so why did he choose this book.

Turning around and asking, Pingping said, this is this year's bestseller, and it is the painstaking work of the great writer "Ximen Bei".When it first came out last year, it was cast aside by thousands of people, but when the ending was written, the reviews reversed, and many women who were dissatisfied with boudoirs were shocked and moved.

Zheng Xiu had no choice but to bite the bullet and finish copying.

Zheng Xiu had watched it before, and vaguely remembered the plot.Now that I have copied it myself, I feel that the plot is against the sky.

How did this book become popular?

Zheng Xiu couldn't understand.

[You have carefully studied "Lan Xin Ruo Meng", you have a deep understanding, you are very 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 raised to "seventeen", directly doubled from the previous "eight", which can be called a huge improvement.

This fucking is okay?Zheng Xiu secretly thought that it was outrageous, but the improvement of knowledge is still good, and secretly speculated whether the great writer Ximen Bei is a hidden expert.

"Hurry up! Help me buy one of his books tomorrow! Also, remember to give him money as a reward in the name of Zheng's family. Only when scholars have money can they be motivated to code words! Just say, 'Mr. The sky is full of hype, Zheng is grateful, and I am gifted with a gift of a thousand gold pens, please update quickly'!"

Pingping was stunned when she heard the words, secretly thinking that the young master actually likes such a tune?Which one do you like in it?

But Pingping still took the order and promised to finish it later.

Zheng Xiu also found it strange that after transcribing this "Lan Xin Ruo Meng", the [knowledge] increased a bit.

Maybe, the more outrageous the story, the more knowledge can be gained?

Zheng Xiu's pattern is opened.

It took an hour, Zheng Xiu had a meal in a hurry, teleported in the heart prison, poked open the teleportation point of Fengbei's house with one finger, and appeared in the midair of the cliff in the next second.

Flapping his wings and flying, Zheng Xiu swooped down from a 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 with the cold wind blowing on the roof.

"Come on, call twice to listen! I almost forgot about you."

It turned out that I really forgot!

Xiaofeng was dumbfounded by the owner of such a dog, but he still barked obediently twice: "Meow——"

No one knows how it got here for half a month.

For half a month, Zheng Xiu inserted almost all the traits that could be inserted into [Purgatory], and tried various tricks on Feng Bei.

Zheng Xiu has already tried out the effect of almost every trait in conjunction with [Purgatory], and he is pleasantly surprised.

Why almost.

Only [Medical Theory] has no chance to try it out.

The effect of [Medical Theory] seems to have to be inserted into someone's body to take effect.

But Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei were just sparring, and they didn't fight for life and death. Zheng Xiu was too embarrassed to say that Feng Bei asked me to intervene, so he had to give up.

The two fought hard until midnight.

"Take a break."

According to the usual practice, they would fight until dawn on weekdays, and Zheng Xiu hurriedly left the kitten and left on his own.Tonight, Fengbei called to stop in the middle of the night, and Zheng Xiu's sword fell to nothing. Watching Fengbei put away his "mountain splitting" posture leisurely, the strange black lines retracted into his right eye.

The two sat across the campfire.

Fengbei quietly looked at the handsome young man illuminated by the firelight, and couldn't help but smile slightly when he remembered the experience of the past half month.

She didn't know when it started, she vaguely hoped that the boy would come as promised, come to her mountain, and practice duel with her.

"With your strength, you are already comparable to 28 Constellations."

This is the first time Fengbei has seriously evaluated Zheng Xiu's level of thaumaturgy.

"28 constellations?" Zheng Xiu smacked his lips: "Do you mean 28 constellations like Dou Xie, or 28 constellations like Yueyan?"

Stars and constellations cannot be generalized.

Feng Bei pursed his lips for a moment, as if thinking, and then answered truthfully: "The other 27 constellations except Dou Xie."

Zheng Xiu understood in seconds.

"But," Feng Bei shook his head again: "Now there is no vacancy in the 'Northern Seven Stars', if you want to enter Xingxiu, you have to wait."

Fengbei explained that Yewei wanted to ascend to Xingxiu, but there was a hole in each carrot, and there was no vacancy, so he couldn't ascend.

"Then...what about your level?"

Zheng Xiu pointed to Fengbei.

The implication is that if there is no vacancy in "Xingxiu", if there is one in "December", can it be promoted?

Feng Bei pulled his temple hair behind his ears, and couldn't help laughing: "Then, have you done your best these days?"

Zheng Xiu nodded first, then shook his head.

The implication is that I tried my best, but I didn't try my best.

Feng Bei seemed to understand, and said with a slight smile: "According to Ye Weiyang's evaluation rules, if you break into the army, you may be able to be evaluated as a 'little heaven'."

Zheng Xiu repeatedly asked, what is a small heaven.

"Assessing the level of thaumaturgy is mostly based on the military formation of the Shenwu Army."

"Being able to fight against an elite military sergeant head-on can be rated as a sixth-rank, and a first-rank is to be able to defeat ten people with the strength of one person."

"Further up, it is divided into 'star position' and 'celestial position', each of which is subdivided into three levels of 'big, medium and small'. Among them, the highest star position needs to break through the thousand-man army formation."

"As for the rank of heaven, 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 a hundred commanders join forces to form an army formation. If they can pass through safely, they can be rated as a great heaven. "

"Above the commanders are the four great generals of the Shenwu Army."

When Fengbei said this, he took a look at Zheng Xiu: "The rating of the master cannot be measured by any means. But Ye Weiyang believes that the person who can easily kill the four generals is the master. In addition, Zheng Haoran of the Zheng family back then was One of the four great generals, the Northern General who is in charge of the north." She deliberately accentuated the word "simple".

The deeds about his father were the same as in his own impression. Seeing that Feng Bei mentioned Zheng Haoran intentionally or unknowingly, Zheng Xiu pretended not to hear, and lowered his head in thought.

So to say.

The Shenwu Army, which is famous all over the world and guards the great army, is originally a combat unit?

How many gods can fight is what level?
Zheng Xiu quickly understood what Feng Bei said, and it was clear in his heart.

The thaumaturgy of the gate has all kinds of strange performances, and it is difficult to measure a person's strength with a single indicator.

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 fought is a general calculation method.

In the Daqian Dynasty, it was obviously the "elite of the Shenwu Army" who assumed the important responsibility of "combat force unit".

Fengbei later added that in addition to the normal ratings of thaumaturgists, Ye Weizhong rated all thaumaturgists who are not good at fighting as "foreign stars", just like [Zhenlingren] Wall Water, although there is no strength rating, Yet respected.

After all, whoever has a strange thaumaturgy has to seek medical treatment from Sister Bishui. This kind of technique belongs to the unique secret technique and wealth code.

Fengbei didn't know if he had been holding back for half a month, talking too much.

The two warmed up by the fire in the snow, and chatted from time to time, and soon it was dawn.

"Meow~"

Xiaofeng looked at Zheng Xiu pitifully from the side.

It was a cold wind blowing on the snow mountain for half a month.

Zheng Xiu patted his butt and was about to leave. His back looked like a scumbag who adopted a kitten but abandoned it.

"Zheng Shan," the young man was about to go down the mountain, Feng Bei looked at the young man's back, fixed his eyes, said his father's name, and asked, "Is he really still alive?"

When Zheng Xiu heard it, his spine felt a chill, and he jumped down the mountain like a [-]-meter sprint, and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)