What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 86 Traveling a Thousand Miles a Day
"Chen Nuonuo: You still say you're not Lü Bu! I saw the video!"

Xia: I originally planned to use a gun, but you gave me the halberd, and you added the pheasant feathers too.

Xia Qing chuckled and casually replied to the message, but then became interested in the video that Chen Nuonuo mentioned.

After searching, I discovered that many people had filmed my battle with Yue Fei yesterday and posted it online.

After taking a quick look, it seems to be a shady operation by the relevant departments. The buzz isn't too high, but there are quite a few people praising the battle scenes and even giving high praise to him as 'Lu Bu'.

Unfortunately, when I brought up the attribute panel for Tai Chi, the upgrade progress was still at zero.

I actually tried this when I filmed the video last time.

The essence of Tai Chi Chuan lies in truly displaying one's divine power in front of others.

Making videos has a low-class feel to it, like street performers, while simple, unrelated text with questionable truth or falsehood doesn't have much meaning.

"Tai Chi Chuan: For example, in a martial arts tournament, I defeated all the heroes under the watchful eyes of the crowd, and I was naturally full of vigor and pride."

"But after hearing some praise, one may feel a little pleased, but the feeling is not the same as at the time, and there is not much turmoil."

"If I were to perform on the streets again to attract attention, wouldn't I just lose face?"

Xia Qing also discussed this matter with the Tai Chi Chuan method, which had already unlocked the telepathic connection.

After spending a long time together, their true nature had been revealed. After the conversation started, Tai Chi Chuan Fa still denied his penchant for showing off in front of others, but he did not avoid the issue, only his words became more subtle.

"Then why does your progress reset to zero after each epiphany? Is it impossible to retain it?"

Xia Qing just remembered something else, so she decided to ask about it as well.

"Tai Chi Chuan: For us, there is actually no such thing as progress as the Venerable One mentioned. When the mood strikes and the mind is inspired, we will have an epiphany. But this inspiration cannot be left for another time. What we understand is to comprehend the way of enlightenment in depth, nothing more."

"I see."

After listening, Xia Qing nodded in understanding.

The concept of progress is probably just a summary based on "heart-to-heart" communication, which allows him to intuitively perceive the situation. For personalized martial arts, there isn't really a progress bar or anything like that.

When they have an epiphany, they have an epiphany. After the epiphany, it is a breakthrough in supernatural power or realm, which is equivalent to deep thinking and improvement on a problem or ability.

Whether one succeeds in comprehending the truth is another matter, but at least during the process of enlightenment, one is comprehending this question. It is impossible to comprehend one question and then go on to comprehend another, and this state of mind after enlightenment cannot be retained for the future.

As for the accumulation progress that Xia Qing himself could see, he knew from the prompts that it was not the upgrade progress, but the enlightenment progress.

It is the result and progress of a sudden realization about a certain 'supernatural power' or 'problem', similar to a flash of inspiration or helpful experience and thought, but it is not enough to become a supernatural power.

The progress of enlightenment in this supernatural power can naturally be accumulated, but it cannot be transformed into the progress of enlightenment in the next supernatural power.

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"Wow, isn't that Lu Bu's motorcycle from that movie scene? It was supposed to be a concept car, how come someone already has it?"

"Judging from its appearance, this car must be very expensive. Anyone who can afford it must be a super-rich second-generation. It's not surprising that someone can get one."

"Maybe that's one of the movie's stars or crew members? Wasn't the filming location supposed to be nearby?"

"Damn, yeah, he might be the actor who plays Lu Bu. I should have chased after him and asked for his autograph."

Woohoo! Woohoo!
The Longju motorcycle sped along the suburban roads.

The relevant departments have cleaned up the mess, and the blockade of this area has been basically lifted. On the contrary, some local residents or live streamers who saw the video are heading towards the university town to join in the fun.

Xia Qing's Longju motorcycle, which was exactly the same as the one in the video, obviously attracted a lot of attention.

But these were quickly left behind by the speeding car.

It's just a car with a similar appearance; it's easy to copy, so it won't cause any trouble. However, after briefly testing the speed of the Dragon Horse motorcycle mode, Xia Qing was extremely satisfied.

After fusing with the essence of nightmares to become a nightmare artifact, it will not only produce special effects related to the essence and the carrier, but the carrier itself will also be enhanced in terms of material properties and other aspects.

Needless to say, the dragon steed and the dragon horse are essentially two forms of one entity, each having been significantly enhanced.

In its motorcycle form, Ryoma can now truly travel a thousand miles a day.

Well, to be precise, it should actually be 'time' traveling thousands of miles.

Originally, it had a speed of over 200 kilometers per hour, equivalent to 400-500 kilometers per hour. After merging with the Dragon Steed, its speed on an ideal city highway almost doubled.

With a speed of thousands of miles per hour, it's perfect for traveling and charging in the city.

The White Dragon Horse form would likely be slower, but it would be better suited to mountain roads and more suitable for mounted combat.

Switching between the two allows him to adapt to his vehicle and mount needs in most situations.

"You can pass now, please come in."

After briefly testing the speed of the Dragon Horse motorcycle, Xia Qing slowed down and soon stopped in front of the base sentry post where he had previously brought his parents.

Having informed Ling Shuang beforehand, entry was naturally unimpeded.

"Dad, mom."

When Xia Qing arrived at the accommodation arranged for her parents, she didn't shout or make a fuss. She simply put down the things she had bought and greeted her parents in a calm and unassuming manner.

As we get older, we become more hesitant to express many of our emotions and thoughts.

"Do you think this is a visit to relatives? Why are you buying all this stuff?"

Zhou Ying's words carried a hint of reproach, but she was clearly pleased to see Xia Qing arrive, and also showed some concern.

Suddenly being brought to this base while her son was out there doing something dangerous, even with some communication, the worry she felt these past few days was inevitable.

Xia Jin, Xia's father, is a rather taciturn person, or rather, he has the same problem as Xia Qing. It's not that he doesn't have feelings, but he's just not used to expressing them.

He nodded slightly after hearing Xia Qing's greeting, but his expression and demeanor were noticeably more relaxed.

"I was just worried that it wouldn't be convenient for you to buy things here. Are you two settling in comfortably here?"

Xia Qing habitually switched to the local dialect when talking to her parents, while looking around the place.

Although it's a training base building, the interior decoration is exactly the same. It's a normal one-bedroom apartment, not luxurious, but not bad either.

It just clearly lacks the atmosphere of daily life and the warmth of home; it doesn't feel like home.

"We're living quite well, you don't need to worry about us, just take care of yourself."

Upon hearing this, Xia Jin rarely spoke.

"Yes, yes, it's quite nice to live here. We have plenty of food and clothing."

Zhou Ying, the mother, immediately agreed.

"That doesn't seem like a good idea."

Xia Qing sighed helplessly, rummaged through the papers, and handed her father a cigarette to light.

He knew exactly what kind of person his own father was, and he rarely spoke up unless absolutely necessary.

The fact that he preemptively said it was okay before his mother was the real problem; he was simply worried about making himself anxious.

(End of this chapter)