Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding Chapter 313

  Chapter 313 Seven points are destined, three points depend on hard work

  The groom was driving when he suddenly felt a shock in the car, as if a gust of wind whizzed by.

  At the same time, he felt that his whole body was floating with the car.

   With a flick of the finger, the rut and the horse's hoof left the ground, completely turning into a speeding car.

  The horse let out a frightened neighing sound in an instant, and was controlled by the experienced coachman again.

  In the coachman's perception, it seems that countless invisible arms are dragging the carriage forward.

   After a while, he glanced at the carriage behind him in fear, guessing that it might be the son.

  Yes, Ji Que felt the so-called mystery of the so-called seven-point return to vitality the moment his understanding was injected into the cheat book.

  Qifen refers to seven different martial arts, which originally restrained each other, but because they are integrated into one, they also show the direction of mutual growth and flow endlessly.

  Among them, he saw the incomparably fierce boxing technique, the open and close palm technique, and the hammer technique that split mountains and ground

  Seven kinds of martial arts are integrated into one body, and in an instant, there seems to be a **** and Buddha with seven arms emerging from the carriage, dragging the carriage forward in the air.

  Similarly, Ji Que could feel the magical effect of the seven martial arts attacking together.

  With a bang, one of the transparent vigorous arms punched out, and the air twisted and deformed. Then, another arm threw out a slamming hammer.

   With a bang, the coachman only felt a thunderous sound, and a huge hole appeared in the forest below, and gravel splashed like rain.

  Yes, there are many combinations of the seven martial arts, and the most direct effect of combining them is - "increase critical strike".

  The so-called "seven points are destined, three points depend on hard work." This is what it means.

  The effect of this critical strike is far greater than the power of martial arts itself. If it is stacked again and again, it will be an extraordinarily terrifying killing move.

   But it's a test of luck, every time a critical hit goes straight to the sky, but without a critical hit, it doesn't affect the normal damage.

  In short, they are all earned.

   But Ji Que is so lucky

   It took a long time for a stick of incense to float in the air before the carriage landed again.

  If the male coachman with this face hadn't been facially paralyzed, he would have shown the same panic expression as these horses.

  Thinking of the god-like method just now, the coachman couldn't help being more in awe of the passengers in the carriage, and at the same time full of sense of security.

  It is a long way to go to the mountains of Shudi, maybe you will encounter some bandits and beasts.

  Ordinary bandits and beasts are fine, but if he encounters someone with a tricky idea, his second-level ability may not be able to protect the guests well.

  Now there is no such worry, the guest himself is a boss.

   Along the way, Ji Que saw the driver's superb driving skills.

  Sometimes when passing a narrow section of road with a cliff on one side and a mountain wall on the other, the driver can turn on one side of the wheel.

  Yes, we must know that horses are alive and will seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. To achieve this level, the horse and man must be united.

  After using up my understanding, there was nothing unexpected except that I met a group of bandits who should be peasants who had just fallen into the grass along the way.

  The main reason is that those mountain thieves look too good-for-nothing, and they all suffer like skinny bones. The weapons in their hands are either hoes or rolling pins, and their equipment is extremely poor.

  The coachman had practiced before, and after some counter-beating, those bandits were beaten to tears.

  Weeping loudly, looking miserable, making Ji Que and the others seem like villains.

  On the way, Ji Que and the coachman exchanged their driving skills, and the other party said modestly: "Young master, I am stupid, and I am only familiar with my hands."

  After ten and a half days of travel, Ji Que and the coachman arrived at the edge of Bashu.

  When I got here, the cliffs were indeed overwhelming, and the difficulty of the Shu Road was also vividly reflected.

  Sometimes, the carriage travels along the winding mountain road between the cliffs, with cliffs on one side and endless sea of ​​clouds on the other.

  The horse-drawn carriage runs here, sometimes it looks like flying in the sea of ​​clouds.

  When I got here, the so-called "Where there are people, there are flower car workshops" has disappeared.

  Yes, the coachman line is in a field that the car workshop has not touched.

  Ji Que saw that the road ahead was dangerous, so he got out of the car, paid the driver an extra hundred taels of silver, and said, "Brother, this is it."

  The driver with an honest face expressed gratitude: "Thank you, guest."

   After that, the rest of the road is Ji Que walking alone.

  He walked among the high mountains, feeling the danger and beauty of this landscape.

  There are many mountains and mountains, and Cui Tao haunts. Ji Que walks in it alone, feeling endless loneliness and desolation.

  Sometimes I don't meet a single person for ten days and a half months, and the only ones who accompany him are the chirping of apes, the singing of birds, the fallen leaves that have rotted for an unknown number of years, and the hanging coffins that seem to grow on the cliffs by chance.

  People walk among them, as if they will be swallowed up by this desolation at any time.

  Sometimes I can't help but feel flustered, and Ji Que can only rely on Qianji Sword to relieve his fatigue, and pry open a few hanging coffins to see if he can hit ghosts.

   Occasionally, he came across one or two villages and towns. He went there happily, but when he entered, he found that they were all deserted.

  There is no one in the village or town, and weeds grow wantonly on the roof and walls, like mildew on a corpse.

   During this period of time, Ji Que felt like he didn't know the age.

   Until this day, he walked through an air full of fragrance, and felt that he had come to a certain piece of pure land.

  As a result, in the next moment, the true qi in his body circulated automatically, forcing out the breathed air, and only then did he know that the fragrant air was poison.

   But after passing through this fragrant poisonous miasma, the outlines of some small towns appeared vaguely.

   Seeing a living person after so many days, Ji Que is naturally happy, feeling like returning to the human world.

  Outside the small town are patches of farmland and tea gardens cultivated along gentle hillsides, and busy figures can be vaguely seen in the fields.

   But while walking, Ji Que still found something wrong.

   That is, it seems that most of the people working in this field are women, and occasionally one or two men who come to deliver food can be seen.

  How to put it, some women on the road always looked at him with squinting eyes.

   Ji Que thought that he hadn't eaten hot and cooked food for a long time, so he entered the small town.

   Don't say that this town is quite lively, with a lot of street vendors.

   But Ji Que always felt weird, because on this road, he had already seen many big men with chest hair sitting at the door embroidering.

  Suddenly, he walked into a street, and was greeted by noisy voices.

   "Miss, come in quickly."

   "I'm waiting for you."

   "Listen to the music on the hook bar, beautiful men sing naked."

   Immediately afterwards, Ji Que saw countless men in light gauze outfits, some with burly chests and lush hair, or some with white faces and delicate appearances.

  They all stood on or under the attic, holding scarves in their hands, twisting their thick waists and swinging their hips, seducing women to play.

   At this moment, Ji Que only felt that his scalp was numb and his eyes were going to be blind.

   What the **** is this a duck street?

  (end of this chapter)

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