"Father asked me to tell you that starting from tomorrow, you should not stand still until you can fully control your own strength before you can continue to practice martial arts!"
Gong Ruomei said to Zhao Wen in a gentle voice: "If you have a prescription for a big tonic, take it yourself. If not, I can get some for you later!"
Gong Ruomei didn't understand at all that it was her father's job to teach her apprentices, so her father should have come over to tell her why he arranged for her to do it.
However, she was completely shocked by Zhao Wen's talent today. The arrogance that had always been on her face had long since disappeared, and her words were a bit softer.
"Sister, please bring me the prescription. I'll go get the medicine tomorrow!"
After a while, Gong Ruomei came over with a few prescriptions that were obviously copied not long ago and handed them to Zhao Wen, then turned and left.
Looking at the few prescriptions Gong Ruomei brought in his hand, Zhao Wen remembered that since ancient times, medicine and martial arts had not been separated, and Da Qin had not yet established a complete medical system. He secretly made a mental note to buy a few sets of medical books and bring them with him tomorrow.
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When he returned to Da Qin, he summoned doctors from the Qin Dynasty to establish a medical school.
But now, the most important thing for him is adapting to his body.
The strength of the cells in the body doubled, driving Zhao Wen's internal organs, fascia, and bones to also begin to absorb all the nutrients that could be absorbed. Some internal forces even flowed into Zhao Wen's brain and disappeared instantly.
One-third of the internal force running in the meridians for hundreds of years was absorbed by the cells, and the remaining two-thirds were reduced to less than half in just one meal.
At this speed, Zhao Wen felt that before he could sleep, the internal energy in his meridians, which was so huge that he worried about when he would be able to refine it, would all be absorbed by his body.
After hundreds of years of internal strength disappear, his strength will definitely drop drastically, but using these internal forces as nutrients to develop a strong body for himself and increase the body's cultivation potential by at least ten times is what Zhao Wen desires.
Now that he had obtained the Shimen and was able to travel through different worlds, he never thought that he would just stay in Da Qin and become an emperor.
He will naturally continue to use the resources of each world to nourish the Qin world.
It is also his pursuit to make himself stronger and transcend the limits of the world.
Although apart from the martial arts knowledge in Wang Yuyan's mind, he had never learned any knowledge about cultivation.
But with these martial arts classics in his memory, Zhao Wen's clearest understanding is that building a tall building from the ground up and laying a good foundation is absolutely the most important thing for cultivation.
To develop a body that is far superior to anyone else is to lay the foundation for him.
As for internal strength, with the Beiming Divine Art in hand, he can have as much as he wants as long as he wants.
Thinking that the effect of internal energy feeding back into the body is so good, Zhao Wen's eyes already showed a look of expectation.
He remembered that among the three passages that appeared this time, two were from the ancient world of martial arts. The world of Legend of the Condor Heroes was nothing more than that, but Xiao Li's Flying Sword was from the arena of the Ming Dynasty.
Bringing out fifty Jin Yiwei from the Swordsman World, Zhao Wen originally thought it was enough, but now after it was really rolled out, he discovered that relying on fifty people to establish an intelligence network was simply a drop in the bucket. God knows how long it will take to build an intelligence network.
established.
The world of the Ming Dynasty was still the world described by Gu Long, so he naturally didn't have much interest. However, Zhao Wen was now very interested in the Jinyiwei who also existed in this era.
Not to mention that Xiao Li also cultivates internal energy in the Flying Knife World. A large amount of internal energy can not only make up for the consumption of Beiming Divine Art in this world, but also speed up the transformation of his body.
Under a tree in the backyard, Ma San looked at the pistol with a metallic luster in his hand with a cold expression on his face, and a hint of despair could be seen in his eyes.
He is Master's first disciple and the only true disciple. He has always tried his best to maintain Master's prestige in the world and has always been proud of this status.
Normally, the master would not show off his dignity and would accept a few disciples in name, but he would always teach them on his behalf, and no one would really treat these people as the master's disciples.
But today's Zhao Wen is completely different. He is obviously accepted as a true disciple.
In the past, Ma San would never have agreed, but today, from beginning to end, he never said a word.
If a martial arts practitioner does not have the belief of being invincible, how can he support himself in the world?
But in the face of such a powerful firearm, Ma San felt that the belief he had formed over the years was crumbling.
"Within ten steps the enemy will be wiped out, but I am invincible!" Ma San groaned in a low voice, but the pistol reflecting the moonlight in his hand became heavier and heavier.
"Senior brother, are you doubtful about martial arts training?" A gentle voice sounded behind Ma San. Zhao Wen walked over lightly and took out the pistol to show the power of modern weapons. He discovered that Ma San had been using this pistol
Hold it in your hand and squeeze it tightly.
Combined with the fact that Ma San defected to the Kwantung Army in the play, he could fully imagine that in the face of powerful firearms, the belief in martial arts training of the man in front of him had been completely destroyed. This is also a problem that all martial arts practitioners in this era have to face.
"A kid holding a gun like this can make my blood splatter on the spot. What's the point of practicing martial arts for so many years?"
Ma San's voice was filled with confusion, asking both Zhao Wen and himself.
"Senior brother places too high a value on firearms. Not to mention children, even the top elite soldiers are no match for senior brother if they hold a gun alone!"
Zhao Wen could tell from Ma San's tone that the other party had deified the power of firearms in his heart. This was also caused by the warriors of this era not knowing much about firearms.
He raised his hand and took out a pistol and pointed it forward: "If you want to use a firearm, the most basic thing is to raise your arm and aim the gun at the person. Based on the reaction of the senior brother, when the other person is aiming at you, can you react and
kill him!"
"I'm invincible within ten steps!" Ma San looked at the gun in his hand, with pride in his tone, but then he smiled bitterly.
Ever since he saw firearms, he has paid attention to how to use them. In addition to how other people in the martial arts reacted to firearms, of course he wouldn't care about one gun, but dozens or hundreds of guns!
After practicing martial arts all his life, he finally died in the hands of an ordinary man holding a gun. This was something he could not accept no matter what.
"Senior brother seems to have been obsessed with his mind. When there were no firearms, there was no difference between being surrounded by dozens of crossbows and being surrounded by firearms now. Didn't the seniors continue to innovate their martial arts!"
"But there can't be dozens or millions of people using crossbows!" Ma San's voice was filled with sadness as he looked outside the courtyard.