The horse gang camp was curled up late at night in the folds of the branch of the Qilian Mountains, and the vines hanging from the cave rustled in the north wind.
The leader of Hu Shang Anmoke walked in front with a bronze lantern, crushing the condensed frost flowers at the soles of his boots, and the flames dragged out a twisted shadow on the rock wall.
Zhao Sanlang wrapped his ragged sheepskin coat tightly, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the broken Wangshan Mountain of the bronze crossbow. The surface of this relic brought from the mine cave was covered with copper rust, but the metal that should have been cold exuding a strange warmth, as if it had absorbed the blood of a living person when soaking in the culvert.
"A fire pit built with cold marrow stone can drive away the evil spirits." Anmoke shook off the wolf skin cloak and exposed the scimitar with rubies inlaid around his waist. "The horse gang traveled to the north of the desert and was most afraid of encountering snowballs in groups."
There was a rustling sound deep in the cave. Seven or eight Hu Shangs wrapped in yak felt were baking frozen hard jerky, and the wolf teeth talisman hanging on his neck seemed to be glowing.
The bonfire thrusts in Anmoke's deep eye sockets, reflecting the turquoise earrings on Hu Shang's left earlobe to the point of being light and dark, like a ghost fire that appears and disappears from time to time in the mine.
"My little brother's face is blue. Why not try the camel milk wine from the Western Regions? Your wife and children will help you redeem it, so there is no need to worry too much." Anmoke threw a silver-edged leather bag, and the surface of the cowhide was covered with the unique hexagram star mark of the horse gang.
As the wine slipped through the throat, Zhao Sanlang suddenly felt the crossbow in his arms tremble slightly, as if a living thing was wandering between the bronze components.
He turned around with the action of Tianchai, and the flames coated the surface of the crossbow with a layer of orange red. The already blurred cloud and thunder patterns began to grow on their own, and the edges of the rusted arrow grooves showed a dark blue luster when metal was recast.
As he stared at the scale lines in the mountain, the etched diamond pattern suddenly twisted into small seal script-
【Spiritual resonance frequency detected】
【Synchronous host biological rhythm...5%...37%...89%】
This line of handwriting was like ink dripping into the water, smudged on his retina.
The leaping light and shadow of the bonfire penetrated the skin, revealing the neural network intertwined with metal wires under the skin. Zhao Sanlang shook his hand, and the wine bag hit the bluestone and burst into pieces. The milky white wine slurry rose three feet high in the fire.
"Be careful." Anmoke's movement of wiping the scimitar did not change at all. "The secret medicinal wine of the horse gang can burn through iron armor."
"Illusion...illusion?" Zhao Sanlang immediately thought flashed through his mind. As the Adam's apple rolled, cold sweat slid down his spine into his waist. The words he should have asked were unable to say.
Although the other party is most likely a practitioner with a spiritual consciousness of the fifth level, such a strange scene is still not like the means he used in secret.
Those twisted seal scripts began to split and proliferate, like countless black ants crawling throughout their vision. When Zhao Sanlang closed his eyes and breathed in a unique way by miners, thousands of stars suddenly exploded in the depths of his consciousness.
【Synchronous completion】
【System version: Qinghuang·β】
【Initial interface loading...】
The broken crossbow machine has now recovered like new, with a silver light spot like a star map floating on the bronze surface. The gap at the arrow groove is filled with creeping metal, and the scale of the Wangshan Mountain is automatically corrected to the direction of the twenty-eight constellations, and even the trigger spring emits a cold light unique to meteorite.
Anmoko's scimitar suddenly unsheathed half an inch: "What is hidden in your arms?"
"No... it was an old injury." Zhao Sanlang pressed the crossbow that was beating wildly, and it seemed as if a tree root was growing under his skin. When he opened his eyes again, the bonfire actually showed a spectral layered structure, and Anmoke was covered with seven layers of spiritual halos of varying depths.
【Personal attributes loaded】
The translucent jade slip phantom spreads in the skull, and the ink traces swim like tadpoles and reorganize:
[Name: Zhao Sanjian]
【Gender: Male】
【Bone age: Twenty-nine years and seven months】
【Race: Homo sapiens (Reiki environment adapts to subspecies)】
[Special physique: Spiritual seed implanter (fusion rate 65%, Lingshu model: Tiangong·San style)]
【Cultivation level: None】
【Inheritance of the martial arts: None】
[Skills: Primary Ordnance Maintenance (Incomplete), Basic Ordnance Vein Identification (Experience Type), Crossbow Modification (Introduction), Basic Shooting (Proficiency)…]
【System permissions: Primary operation interface (programmable)】
[Database: Not unlocked (initial data packet needs to be imported)]
【First access of the host was detected】
[Newbie gift pack to be collected] [Log column has been updated]
"The face is so ugly. Could it be that it is stained with miasma?" An Moke suddenly reached out and pressed his Jianjing acupoint, with his knuckles secretly tying the Sanyinjiao. This action reminded Zhao Sanlang of the method of the doctors in the mine field's autopsy - those prisoners who were detained for rations will always be checked for whether they were privately hiding ore.
The crossbow trembled violently in the palm of his palm, and Zhao Sanlang suddenly shrank his hand and retreated.
Anmoke's pupils suddenly contracted into lines, and the scimitar that slipped in his sleeves reflected a cold light like a glacier flowing back. But the expected killer move did not come - Hu Shang just cut off half of the sheep's lungs as if nothing had happened, as if the temptation just now was just an illusion.
【External threats are detected, it is recommended to enable a newbie gift package】
The system prompt sound is wrapped in the rhyme of gold and stone and the vibration is shaking in the skull. Zhao Sanlang presses down the surging blood and blood. The system interface in his mind is flashing with the option of [Newbie Gift Pack]. His mind moves slightly, and the jade slip immediately expands the new page:
【Optional initial exercise】
"Flying Star" (Rating: Xuan-level medium-grade)
Including: Ejaculation essence/Qi sensation guidance/Mini-force micro-work
(Note: This technique needs to be used in conjunction with the standard military crossbow. Will it consume the free computing power quota and import it into "Flying Star Arrow" and load the neural memory module?)
Zhao Sanlang used the miner's concentration locking option to polish the rock formation, gritted his teeth and chose to confirm. In an instant, there seemed to be a meteor passing through the top, and a massive amount of information flowed down the spinal cord. The seven main stars dragged light marks to form an arrow trajectory, and the images remaining in the retina turned into a three-dimensional projection.
When he was shocked and randomly focused his attention on Tianshu Star, the muscles of his left arm suddenly trembled uncontrollably. This was a biological current forcibly activate the dormant motor neurons, as if countless silver needles were wandering between the muscle fibers.
"Is this...muscle memory burning?"
Zhao Sanlang was shocked to realize that he was automatically adjusting his crossbow holding posture. The system transformed the trajectory of the star into thirteen angles of force, and the bending amplitude of each joint was accurate to the slightest. When he subconsciously simulated the string pulling action, the free energy of heaven and earth in the cave condensed into translucent arrows in the void.
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[Does the teaching mode be enabled?] [Note: The current computing power can be called 1.3 times/second]
As soon as he agreed, the water droplets dripping from the rock crack suddenly hovered in the air, and dozens of golden dotted lines popped out of Zhao Sanlang's vision. These lines accurately marked the throat of Anmoke, the frequency of shaking the bonfire, and even the trajectory of the night owl three meters outside the cave.
"They walk through the patio, and the intention is connected to the Shaoshang."
The female voice of the strange machinery resonated directly in the skull cavity, and Zhao Sanlang pointed it into an arrow uncontrollably. The bonfire was suddenly pressed into a flat shape by invisible force, and thirteen Mars were automatically arranged into a Beidou formation, and shot out with the slight trembling of his fingertips!
"laugh--"
Mars burned a hole seven inches deep on the rock wall, and its arrangement was exactly the same as the star map on the surface of the crossbow. Anmoke finally put down the scimitar, and his beard stained with sheep oil slightly raised: "You Central Plains people call this... epiphany?"
Zhao Sanlang's throat was tight, and a new prompt popped up on his retina: [Will you guide the qi sensation?]
He instinctively recited and confirmed, but found that his consciousness was dragged into a strange state of inward vision. He "saw" every meridian flowing with star-like particles. These light spots suddenly accelerated as they passed through the Shenque acupoint, condensing into walnut-sized cyclones in the Dantian.
"Adjust the breathing rate to 4.5 seconds per time, and the Danzhong point sinks by three inches."
When the female voice sounded again, Zhao Sanlang found that his breathing rhythm was automatically adjusted. The frequency of the bonfire jumping suddenly became extremely slow. He could see the entire process of each Mars from birth to annihilation, and even predict the direction of the next Mars burst.
Anmoke's hand that was adding fire to the fire suddenly stopped, and the dead branches were ignited strangely half a foot away from the charcoal fire. Hu Shang's dark brown pupils reflected the light silver halo flowing around Zhao Sanlang - that was a sign that the spiritual seed system was reconstructing the host meridians and the vital energy flowed backwards.
[The primary qi sensation has been activated, the current true energy reserve: 0.7 Lingzhu]
[Suggested to import the Flying Star Arrow Heart Method]
Zhao Sanlang felt a cluster of nebula spinning in his dantian, and every breathing brought a tiny vortex. As the number of breaths increased, the dry meridians all year round came with severe pain like ice shattering.
He bit his back teeth tightly, and looked at the attribute panel [cultivation level] gradually blurring from "nothing" to "sensing Qi period", and soon jumped from "sensing Qi period" to "one realm of Tongxuan".
A burning vortex suddenly rose in the Dantian, as if some kind of energy between liquid and gas surged up along the Ren meridian.
When he subconsciously imitated the trajectory of Mars on the rock wall and waved his arm, the air arrow burst out, and the stalactites marked with the key points were marked out five feet away, and suddenly "clicked" to crack the spider web patterns.
"It's not bad... the ascetic monk I have seen in Persia over the years can barely break the pot after meditating for three months." Anmoke threw a new wine bag over, then got up and walked towards the hole. The crisp sound of cowhide boots shattering dead branches awakened Zhao Sanlang in a daze.
"Little brother, it's time to leave."
The leader of the gang looked up at the starry sky covered by clouds, raised his right hand, and gently tapped his thumb at the golden ring on the right earlobe. The howling cold wind outside the cave suddenly weakened by seven minutes: "There is rain and snow at the third hour of the ugly moment, we have to pass through the wolf jumping gorge before Yin hour... Let's talk about your question on the way."
Zhao Sanlang's hand that took the wine bag was shaking slightly, and the corners of the retina kept flashing:
【Muscle Memory Completed】
【Motor nerve coordination is improved by 27%】
【Mobile target training is recommended】
Suddenly, a snowy owl cried outside the cave. Zhao Sanlang turned his head and his vision automatically locked the shadow of the tree swaying seventy steps away. A kind of intuition beyond the five senses told him that there were three snow rabbits hidden there, and he could even "see" the pine cones buried under the snow.
Almost at the same time, he gasped and checked the system and found that the skill bar had been updated:
[Skill: Flying Star Arrow·Cancer (mastery level 5.2%)]
[Special state: Spiritual power infusion (37 seconds remaining, gain rate 4160%]
To be continued...