My Past Life Simulator Chapter 285

Chapter 285 284 [About me working in large-scale simulation scenes]

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Tang Hu looked like he didn't know what he meant by his childhood friend. "The first level of learning martial arts, isn't it just training!"

The voice fell, and he raised his hand and patted his forehead.

"Snapped--"

Immediately after, he said with a little annoyance.

"Look at my memory, Brother Zhao, your family has collected herbs for generations, not a hunter family."

Do you think you are funny?

"Don't laugh, talk."

He Zhao waved his hand, signaling the other party to continue.

"Brother, what do you think about learning martial arts first?"

"Body!"

If you were an ordinary person, you might be able to talk about family background, master, etc. But he is not a newbie who has just entered the WTO. He has seen the essence early through thousands of simulated scenarios.

"That's right, when my father asked me about it, I said talent directly. He told me that he couldn't say no, it was just too far away from ordinary people.

The basic conditions for practicing martial arts must be a good physique. Otherwise, if you practice forcibly, your body will be empty, leaving countless dark wounds. Seriously disabled, ruining the rest of his life.

Therefore, the first level of martial arts training is training. Taken from the meaning of tormenting the body and tempering the will. During the period, four meals a day, stewed with meat.

Also, prepare stone locks. Every day is not to practice routines, it is to lift stone locks to exercise strength. When you are skilled in the routines, you can lift a 300-pound stone lock a hundred times, and you are done.

In the first two years, I seldom left home, and it was precisely at home that I practiced. The rooster croaked, got up and punched, and stopped to rest at dawn. After eating, I kept lifting the stone locks. Some time ago, I lifted one hundred and three hundred catties of stone locks.

My father said that my talent is stronger than when he was a child. Back then, it took him three years to barely lift a hundred times. "

Tang Hu seemed to have found something to show off, and rolled up his sleeves to show two thick, muscular arms.

Uncle's, doesn't it stimulate me?

Having said that, four meals a day are stewed with meat.

The concubine can't do it! !

Over and over, it is still the old saying - poverty.JPG.

"What about the next level?"

"Hey, Brother Zhao. Fortunately, I asked, otherwise I would have to be stumped by you. If you succeed in training, you will be beaten." The little friend heard the words, a smile appeared on his face.

"Thumb?"

"Yes, take out the medicated oil prepared in advance and smear it on the upper and lower skin of the whole body. Others beat it with a wooden stick, and a little bit of the medicinal properties are penetrated into the body and spread.

Over the years, his whole body is like a diamond. At the same time, his strength has greatly increased, and his fighting ability has also skyrocketed. Fighting with people increases your strength. "

Good guy, self-abuse.

"What is medicated oil?"

"Let me tell you."

Faced with new questions, Tang Yuankui said.

"The so-called medicated oil is actually a special medicinal liquid for tempering the flesh. Each sect and boxing gym has different effects of medicated oil. However, most of them can slightly strengthen the body, and they need to be hit with a short stick. Efficacy of medicine. Over time, this level is called thumping by those who practice martial arts."

paused and said again.

"In addition to strengthening the physical body, almost all of the medicated oils have different focuses. For example, Xingyimen, their medicated oils tend to greatly increase the ability to fight.

Ordinary punches and kicks on them are no different from tickling children. Moreover, not to mention fist and foot injuries, if you fall from two or three floors, as long as it is not head down, and the ground is as hard as a rock, you can get up like a normal person.

Liuhemen, the arch-enemy of Xingyimen, the medicated oil under the door focuses on flexible joints, improving sensitivity and perception of the outside world. Once the fight starts, it slides without letting go, and it is as dexterous as a combination of a monkey and a loach.

Of course, medicated oil is not necessarily a thing, it has to be used after successful training. In fact, for a newcomer who is learning martial arts for the first time, applying some smear to the whole body while smashing the body will get twice the result with half the effort.

The only thing that is more uncomfortable is that it is not a wealthy family who cannot afford the cost of training. When I was young, I spent some time in the outer courtyard under the Qingshan Gate.

At that time, there was a child from a wealthy family who used a bottle of medicinal oil for ten taels of silver to boil his body when he first started. The talent looks ordinary, but with the power of the medicinal oil, I was stunned that a disciple who entered the school three months earlier than me, completed the training ahead of time.

Although there is jealousy in his heart, he has to accept the reality. Three bottles of medicated oil a day, a month, a full nine hundred taels of silver. What do I compare to others?

In addition, because he used a lot of medicated oil when he was beating his body, he was extremely fast when he was beating the level. When I succeeded in training, they entered the inner courtyard early.

So, I was disheartened and left from the courtyard outside Qingshan Gate. Go home and follow my father, go up the mountain to the forest to hunt together. Married and have children, until now. "

After listening to Tang Yuankui's words, four big words flashed in He Zhao's mind in an instant - poor literary and rich martial arts.

Ancestor, don't deceive me!

Nine hundred taels, a number that I couldn't even dream of in my previous life.

"Uncle Tang, can I ask, what is the next level to beat?"

"Hey, there's nothing to ask. It's just a pity, uncle, I only know the name Yun Jin, and I don't know the reason. But I can tell you one thing that I saw with my own eyes.

Half a month before I left Qingshanmen, the rich boy came to the outer courtyard. In front of dozens of juniors and juniors, a palm fluttered on the stone.

At the beginning, my idea was very simple, that's all? But they didn't want to, they knocked on the surface of the stone. After the bluestone was cracked, it was found that the inside was turned into powder.

Someone asked why this was the case, the other party smiled slightly, and a word came out of his mouth - Jin! Come to think of it, it should be the magic of the luck level. "

After listening to it, he couldn't help recalling the palm technique in the "Eight Vajrasana" (remnant) at that time.

【Golden Silk Palm: The power of transporting energy is gathered in the palm, and when it touches the enemy, all the energy is blasted into it, destroying the root bones of the meridians, and specializing in breaking and practicing kung fu. 】

'On the Yunjin level, can you only use the palm technique? '

"Okay, we can't continue talking. He boy, it's getting dark, and it's not safe in the mountain. Not to mention, there's a big bug active, hurry back to the village."

Tang Yuankui looked at the sun and reminded aloud.

Although he himself has little to do with the old He family, after all, a rich hunter has nothing to do with a poor medicine resident. But seeing as his son's playmate, it's not impossible to say a few words.

"Thank you Uncle Tang for clarifying my doubts today."

Hearing the words, he nodded.

"I'm sorry about that, the arrow just now was indeed reckless." Yu Ling stepped forward and apologized, obviously realizing the mistake.

"It's alright, it didn't hurt me." He waved his hand and didn't care.

"Atmosphere! He boy, wait for the tiger hunting. You come to me, and I will teach you how to shoot arrows. I have no other skills than Ling. Archery is at least the second in Qingshan Village." The 30-year-old hunter really did not If you can get it, you can only rely on the place where you are proud.

Before waiting for the famous ruthless man to reply, the other party slapped his forehead, seemingly remembering something.

"I see that you have a lot of Chinese herbal medicines in your back basket, some of which can only be picked intact and without damage by an old mountaineer. Yesterday, I went to Yuzhitang to buy medicine, and it was written in front of their door that they were recruiting old mountaineers, and they were given 300 yuan a day! "

"Um?"

After He Zhao heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he clasped his fists with both hands and thanked him.

"Thank you."

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter, I can help you."

Four people, waving hands at each other, separated from each other.

Before dark, he arrived at home smoothly.

Boil the stove!

Ten catties of corn and ten catties of wild vegetables finally filled the stomach.

Lying on the dilapidated bed, thinking about what Yu Ling said this afternoon.

"Yuzhitang."

A pharmacy recruiting old pharmacists is nothing more than picking herbs.

"I have to take a look. If it's what I think, at least it's better than going into the mountains alone to collect herbs."

As he spoke, he picked up the "Herbal Books" that he had read countless times, and brushed up his proficiency at the rough level.

【proficiency +1】

From to early morning, he threw the book aside.

【proficiency: 60 (rough), 10 (proficient)]

After staying at the bed and configuring the liquid medicine, I just blew out the lights and fell asleep.

Skyline, blooming with a touch of light.

Someone got up sleepy, and with muscle memory, he walked half asleep to the three-legged table, reached out and inserted it.

"his-"

He made a sudden jolt, and his consciousness was immediately awake.

【Stone Splitter: 25%】

The strength has increased again, and the skin, muscles, and bones on the palms have grown.

When the liquid turns from black to white, open the window and pour out the residue.

"Dang bang!"

picked up the stone in the corner with one hand, and a rhythmic crackling sounded.

Half an hour is fleeting.

"boom!"

Return the stone and cook the rice immediately.

Ten catties of corn are paired with ten catties of wild vegetables. After eating and drinking, you wipe your mouth, and place the herbs for cracking stone hands, and go straight to Sichun City.

's strength is stronger than that of ordinary adults, and he has shortened the time of his last trip by half.

paid a penny, and lined up to enter the city through the small gate.

casually asked passers-by, the location of Yuzhitang, and rushed there.

After a while, he came to a splendid pharmacy.

This church is more than five times larger than the Tongchun Hall I went to a few days ago. Maybe it was a little early, there were not many guests, there were only a few young guys, and they yawned and talked.

In addition, there is an old gentleman, sitting at the counter, looking sleepy.

At the door of the shop, there is a sign full of characters.

【The old mountain people are recruited to collect herbs, three hundred liters a day, and a meal in the evening. 】

I don't blame people for using the vernacular, it is really short and eloquent, and the mountain people can't understand it.

How many poor people are literate these days?

Not to mention cultural literacy, how easy it is to come naturally.

"Buy medicine? Sell medicine?"

When a young man saw the person coming, he immediately greeted him and asked.

"Apply!"

"Applying?"

The other party looked puzzled, what does it mean to apply for a job.

"Recruitment at the door."

The guy's eyes widened, and it clearly said recruiting old medicine workers. You are a teenager, what are you doing?

Of course, he did not speak ill of him.

"We Yuzhitang want veterans, you"

The rest of the words are not said, but the meaning is clearly expressed.

"Little Five!"

"Mr. Fan."

The old man bowed to the man in the hall.

"What's the matter, standing at the door and chirping."

"Sir, he said he wanted to apply. But the sign says Veteran"

Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Fan waved his hand to interrupt.

"Let him in."

In the early morning, it happened to be quite boring, so he wanted to see who was the boy.

The guy immediately shut up and reached out to ask.

He Zhao was not afraid, raised his legs and walked in.

"Your kid asks for work?"

"Um."

"Okay, the old man won't embarrass you. Did you see it, Hu Shancao. Pull it out, all the beards and tails, without any damage." Mr. Fan took out a medicine pot with a few herbs planted in it.

【The root is stout, long conical, orange-red. Stems erect, much branched. Its taste is sweet, slightly bitter, and warm in nature. 】

Hushan grass is said to be grass, but in fact it is no different from a carrot. Moreover, the rhizomes are resilient, and if the soil is suitable, they can be pulled out with a little force.

However, the ones that usually grow on the mountains have a hard and solid ground, so they have to be pulled out a little bit. In the middle, you have to shake it back and forth to slowly loosen the soil.

He raised his hand and grasped Hu Shancao, and with a little force on his wrist, he immediately pulled it out.

The rhizomes are stained with soil, and the whiskers above are not damaged.

"Yo, he is very strong, and he uses his strength very well. He is an old mountain person." A look of surprise flashed in Mr. Fan's eyes, and then he praised with a smile.

The picking process seems simple, and the whole process takes less than a second. In fact, ordinary mountain people really can't compare to his Xiao He.

He has successively improved "Monkey Step" and "Eight Vajra Forms" from rough to proficient. Most of them have made great progress in terms of physical strength, vigor, and agility.

In addition to the skillful level of "Collecting Herbs", a Hushan grass, it is really difficult for him.

"Okay, Xiao Wu. You lead us to the medicine field of our medicine gang. He is no worse than the old medicine man."

"Yes."

The voice fell, and the young man hooked his hand at He Zhao, motioning to follow.

The two walked in the direction outside the city.

"What we're going to is one of the three major medicine fields of my medicine gang. Don't talk too much when you get there. The lead manager Xu has a temper. If you get beaten, don't be angry and keep silent. People look at you. If you don't respond, naturally you won't be in trouble."

I am a migrant worker, get a share of money, and do two things?

Grandma's, no matter ancient or modern, can't avoid oppression!

"Xu Guanshi's younger sister is one of the concubines of the deputy leader of the Yao Gang. If you do it, no one will complain if you kill someone." Xiao Wu looked at him without saying a word, and couldn't help but warn him again. For fear that the young man would not know the seriousness, his blood would lose his life in vain.

After walking out of the city for a few miles, he suddenly saw hundreds of people working hard in the endless medicine fields.

"Spectacular, isn't it? Our medicine gang is very famous in the north. It relies on the three major medicine fields, and the land in front of us is already the smallest. The other two are called big."

After saying that, he led him to the place where he was in charge.

"Xiao Wu, what are you doing here?" A bald man with a stubborn waist and a tiger back asked when he saw the young man.

"Mr. Fan asked me to send someone."

Xiaowu finished speaking, raised his hand and pointed to He Zhao behind him.

"he?"

"Sir said he is no worse than the old medicine man."

"Row."

The bald-headed man waved his hand and called in a gang.

"Lead, go to work in the field."

The man nodded, and headed to the medicine field with Ruthless Man, who was preparing to get stuck and take shortcuts.

"In our field, there is a basket every five feet. The picked Hushan grass can be put into it. Later, someone will naturally come to carry it."

The two came to the destination and helped everyone to point the way.

"Go ahead, three hundred wen a day. There is one, no less than eight baskets. If it is less, there is no salary."

How many ?

did not say!

"By the way, I almost forgot to ask, what's your name?"

"The last name is He, the first name is Zhao."

The gang members wrote two words crookedly on the sign inserted on the ground - He Zhao.

He looked at the gang members who left after writing their names, bent down and grabbed Hu Shancao, and pulled it out with force.

"Um?"

is much more difficult than the one planted in the medicine pot in Yuzhitang.

Shake back and forth and left and right to loosen the soil a little bit.

About thirty seconds up and down, the whole herb was pulled out.

Two, three, four.

【Do you want to save 1 point of proficiency (proficiency)? 】

【whether】

"Yes."

【proficiency: 60 (rough), 11 (proficient)]

Isn't it better than going up the mountain miserably, hitting blind cats and killing mice everywhere?

So, he was very motivated.

Five, six, seven.

Once done, it is a whole day.

The sky was getting dark, and the people with the medicine gang on the ground beat the gong.

"It's done—"

The voice was loud, and the hundreds of laborers of medicine stopped what they were doing and went back.

One thing to say, a certain person was in pain and happiness, but he was a little reluctant for a while.

In his eyes, everything he sees is proficiency!

"Tomorrow, continue."

The words are full of enthusiasm.

(end of this chapter)

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