Universe Infinite Canteen.

Chapter 370: Divine Capture
It turns out that losing a card game can actually result in death.

When Malu was experiencing the novice tutorial before, he thought that this way of fighting was quite harmonious and friendly, but it turned out to be no different from a real battle.

Of course, Gu Qingyi also said that generally, unless there is a deep hatred, everyone will still compete in a sparring mode, or they can admit defeat halfway when they feel they cannot win.

But if it is a formal confrontation, the fight can only stop with the consent of the other side.

After understanding the battle mechanism, Malu is now most concerned about the channels for obtaining cards. It would be best if there was a special card store selling them like in Yu-Gi-Oh!

But it turned out that he thought too much. The cards in this plane were all cultivated by the warriors themselves. Hmm... maybe there are masters who can forcibly pass on their internal force cards to others through the method of enlightenment.

Just like Wuyazi passed on his skills to Xuzhu.

There are also some evil magic skills that can even steal other people's martial arts and claim them as one's own, but these are extremely rare exceptions, and generally have many limitations or side effects when used.

For most ordinary people, if they want to get cards, they can only learn martial arts from a master step by step.

In general, this place is similar to the martial arts world that Malu has read about in novels before, except that the fighting has been replaced by playing cards.

Oh, and the cultivation here requires the assistance of herbs, which is why the value of herbs is quite high.

Malu then asked Gu Qingyi some questions related to cultivation.

Because it did not involve specific secret techniques but only common sense about martial arts, Gu Qingyi did not hide anything and was very generous in answering Ma Lu's questions.

“Practicing martial arts depends on one’s aptitude and comprehension. Generally speaking, if one’s aptitude and comprehension are good, and one practices diligently day and night, one can probably master a martial art in about six months.

"Well, that is to say, you can practice to get the cards, but at this time you only get the lowest level cards, which only have basic effects and the lowest values. You need to continue to practice to improve the level of martial arts before you can bring out the true power of martial arts."

"So how many levels of martial arts are there?" Malu continued to ask.

"Generally, martial arts basically reach their ceiling at level six or seven, and even some farming techniques only reach level three or four after full practice, and there is no way to improve beyond that.

“Some famous sects in the martial arts world usually have some martial arts that can be practiced to the eighth or ninth level. As for famous sects like Shaolin, Wudang, and Cangjian Pavilion, they have secret manuals of magical skills that can be practiced to the tenth level.

"As for going higher, there are rumors that there are some even more powerful peerless magic skills that may be able to be practiced to the eleventh or twelfth level, but they have almost been lost."

“And it doesn’t mean that the higher the level, the better. Even if you have been practicing since childhood, if you can master two or three martial arts at the age of 40 or 50, you can already be called a martial arts genius.

"Most people can't even perfect a martial art in their entire lifetime."

Gu Qingyi's words completely dispelled Ma Lu's idea of ​​practicing on his own.

As a tourist, he only stayed here for a dozen hours each time. In this short period of time, even if he was a rare martial arts genius, he would not be able to achieve anything great.

Malu can only hope that the golden finger that was shaken out this time can help him again, but until now there has been no movement from his plug-in.

The two chatted for a while. The rain outside the temple was getting heavier. Gu Qingyi took out the dry food he had brought with him and gave some to Malu.

After eating, she swallowed a pill, leaned against a pillar and began to meditate and breathe.

Gu Qingyi was still practicing seriously the moment before, but soon he felt sleepy.

She had been on the road all day, and had hardly rested. Once she closed her eyes, she could no longer hold on and fell asleep. Gu Qingyi didn't know how long she had slept, and was suddenly awakened by a quarrel.

When she opened her eyes, she saw two disciples from the Songxi Sword School confronting the people from the Xingtong Escort Agency. The two sides were on the verge of a fight, with their weapons drawn.

One of the Songxi Sword Sect disciples shouted angrily, "Shen thief, you actually harmed my senior brother, are you going to become an enemy of my Songxi Sword Sect?!"

Although Shen Zhou was also holding a spear, he did not seem to have much intention of fighting with the other side. He was more concerned about self-protection.

His expression was solemn but also revealed a hint of helplessness. "There must be some misunderstanding here. Young He and I have no grudges against each other. Why would you kill him?"

"What do you mean by no grudges or hatred?" another disciple of Songxi Sword School said angrily, "When my senior brother came in, he casually said that he had never heard of Xingtong Escort Agency. I think you must have been holding a grudge against him at that time.

Shen Zhou smiled bitterly, "I am not that narrow-minded. We escorts believe that harmony brings wealth, and we should make more friends and fewer enemies. It's just a small quarrel, so why would I kill someone and make enemies with your sect for no reason?"

At this time, the others were also woken up by their argument.

Gu Qingyi's eyes under his hat lit up again, like a cat smelling blood.

She stretched out her hand and took out the iron plate of the Iron Armor Gate from her arms, held it in front of her and shouted loudly.

"The Iron-clad Gate detective is here! What happened?"

Without waiting for anyone to answer, Gu Qingyi rushed into the crowd. She saw the two disciples of Songxi Sword School holding a headless corpse at their feet.

Judging from his clothes, it was He Qisheng who was showing off his power in the dilapidated temple not long ago.

When Gu Qingyi saw He Qisheng's empty neck and bleeding, she couldn't help but gasp.

"Such a brutal attack, it must be a revenge killing!"

The two disciples from Songxi Sword Sect became even more excited when they heard her words and surrounded Shen Zhou.

"The detective said it was a revenge killing. You are the only ones in this broken temple who have a grudge against us! So the murderer must be you."

Shen Zhou's face changed slightly. "This matter really has nothing to do with me. I have been sleeping in the temple and have never left the temple."

Upon hearing this, Gu Qingyi turned his head and looked at the two Songxi Sword School disciples, "Where did you find your brother's body?"

"Right behind the ruined temple." One of the dark-skinned men said, "Brother went out to get up at night and didn't come back for a long time, so we went out to look for him and found his body."

"When did your brother go out?"

"I can't remember clearly. We had all gone to bed at that time. I just vaguely heard my senior brother say that he wanted to go outside to relieve himself because it was inconvenient with women in the temple." said another tall and thin disciple.

"I was also woken up by the urge to pee, and then I realized that Senior Brother hadn't come back, so I pushed Junior Brother Ji awake and went out with him to look for him."

"So you actually don't know when your brother was killed."

Gu Qingyi then looked at the other people in the temple, "What about you? Has anyone seen He Shaoxia go out?"

(End of this chapter)