Fire Monster

Chapter 84 The Art of Language

Upon hearing Zhao Guanshan's request, the old zombie was silent for a moment and then shook his head.

"You should change the conditions. I don't lack laborers here."

"why?"

This time it was Zhao Guanshan's turn to be confused. Don't you want the free labor that was delivered to your door?

"Due to cost control, to repair damaged psychic weapons, we need to buy new parts first, which requires some expenses. I am very confident in my repair skills and can control the cost to the lowest level. But what are you planning? Don't I know?"

"The profit from you repairing a psychic weapon is not enough to cover the profit from selling a second-hand psychic weapon."

Zhao Guanshan was once again amazed by this petty look, and he could not help but test him, "Sir, you are an official of the Provincial Government after all, so why would you be so stingy with such a small amount of money? It's not like we can't buy the parts for repairing psychic weapons with Dao Palace money. You can just cast a few thousand or tens of thousands of them, and you'll have them."

"Stupid, stupid! You know nothing!"

The old zombie said angrily.

"Linjiang Prefecture is such a small place now. We have to feed millions of people and fight against the invasion of evil spirits. How can the supply of materials be endless? We can save a little bit, so what? I am an official of the Provincial Government. If the evil spirits come in, we will die."

"Hey, if you want to buy it, buy it. If you don't want to buy it, get out of here. What's the point of me telling you all this?"

Hearing this, Zhao Guanshan did not ask any more questions, but took a psychic sword from the shelf.

"Okay, then I'll change the conditions. I want to buy it, but you have to lend me your operating table for three days. If it is damaged, I am willing to compensate you according to the price. How do you think?"

"Would you like to borrow my operating table?" The old zombie was stunned.

"That's right. Before I came to the Imperial Seal Great Wall, I bought some materials for making a psychic sword. I want to make it myself."

Zhao Guanshan spoke very sincerely, and even opened his backpack himself to show the old zombie the materials that he had always carried with him.

The main theme is sincerity and authenticity.

The old zombie was a little moved. Perhaps only liberal arts students could understand the persistence of liberal arts students themselves.

But he still hesitated.

"For three days, I want five merit points for rent! I'll give you the key to this warehouse. Don't think I'm blackmailing you. This operating table is not one of those common Gui-level operating tables. Its built-in core spiritual supply array is of Xin-level. All the accessories inside were earned by me by accumulating merit points and contribution points bit by bit over the past ten years. They can be engraved with a Xin-level spiritual supply array. If you estimate it based on the market price, I won't sell it even if you give me five thousand coins!"

"Xin level? Great! Deal!"

Zhao Guanshan didn't even hesitate.

Maybe this is something that Sun Zei, Liu Yuwei, or even Li Chun and Su Hai and their gang are simply incomprehensible, but he really understands it.

Because he dreamed of having an operating table, let alone an operating table with this kind of dream configuration.

"However, I will be busy these days, can I postpone it for a while?"

"Why not? You can even wait until the battle is over and the demon army retreats, as long as you can live to that time. But I still want to advise you. You already have a psychic sword, so why do you want to buy another one? You might as well buy a psychic spear. For a martial arts apprentice like you, having an extra psychic spear can play a huge role at a critical moment."

"Thank you, but this is my business."

Zhao Guanshan bowed, tested the quality of the psychic sword without saying a word, then took out his identity badge, made the deal and left.

He has his own ideas.

How could an ordinary martial arts apprentice be in the same situation as him?
When we returned to the Eighth Squad’s base, it was not yet time to rejoin the team, so the four barracks were all quiet, and the company commander Liu Yuwei was not there.

Everyone is very busy.

Zhao Guanshan didn't think much about it. He opened the door and entered his barracks. He tidied up, ate some food, and then continued to nurture the broadsword. This kind of thing cannot be achieved in a day and cannot be slacked off.

About another hour passed before chaotic footsteps, shouting, and laughter were heard outside. The fire-venting members of the Eighth Team returned victoriously.

As expected, Mo Lao Er went forward and knocked on the door to confirm whether Zhao Guanshan had returned. This was well-intentioned, but if he was practicing, he would inevitably be interrupted.

He wanted to deal with it casually, but he never expected Sun Zei to come over and show off again, saying things like "it's bigger than yours" and "it can run three laps on the top of a chariot" and other jargon that he couldn't understand at all. So Mo Laoer, who was provoked, immediately started a life-and-death duel with Sun Zei.

This made Zhao Guanshan have to open the door to watch the fun, and he also asked another question.

"Hey, isn't the captain with you?"

After these words were spoken, even Sun Zei and Mo Laoer, who were fighting a life-and-death duel, lost interest in continuing the duel.

The scene was a little awkward for a while, and then Yu Che said strangely: "Brother Zhao, don't talk nonsense about the captain. The captain went to the military meeting at the battalion headquarters tonight. I saw that the captains and deputy captains of other squads were there."

Zhao Guanshan looked at Sun Zei. He was also the deputy captain, so why didn't he go? Who was lying and who was covering up something?
There were also a group of people who suddenly became uninterested. He felt strange. Why? What I said was not something to hurt people's hearts.
Why do you all look sour, as if you just suffered a breakup?

"Go back to sleep, there's still a tough battle tomorrow!"

The thief Sun suddenly cursed and turned around and went into the barracks.

After everyone had gone back and he was sure that no one would disturb him, Zhao Guanshan smiled and said, Damn, you won't behave yourself unless I give you some critical hits with the art of language, right?

Do you think I can't see that you are a bunch of show-offs who treat Liu Yuwei as a sexual fantasy object?

But then again, although Liu Yuwei is two meters tall, with a broad back and strong waist, and always wears a mask so her face cannot be seen clearly, her two long legs are no less than Taylor's, and Zhao Guanshan would also feel envious.

Well, the above is all true.

What is there for Zhao Guanshan, a gentleman who is open and honest, to be afraid of?
Besides, Captain Liu did not return home so late at night. Could it be that the moon really rose above the willow trees?

Zhao Guanshan didn't think too deeply about it, he just wanted to be alone.

The good nights are too short, if you don’t practice cultivation, you are not a human being.

But if he really went to the camp at this time, he would find that Yu Che was right. The leaders of the Fenwei Camp were all there for a military meeting, and it was very lively. There were faint sounds of people slamming the table and roaring. In the night, the devil cloud was lingering, and the whole Fenwei Camp seemed to be surging with undercurrents.

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Inside the barracks, Zhao Guanshan estimated the time from now until dawn to assemble, and then solemnly took out thirty bottles of inferior marrow cleansing liquid.

Tonight, he will try to open up the nine cycles of Qi refining.

When it comes to cultivation, he is not blind, but has his own clear progress plan.

Especially since he comprehended the Lihuo Dao Talisman and his mental strength was greatly enhanced, his understanding of his own vitality energy has reached a higher level, he no longer feels any mystery about the Twelve Zhoutian Qi Refining method.

Because the core of this technique is very simple, which is to strengthen the original vitality.

To put it in simple, easy-to-understand terms, it means that you should eat until you are fat, strong, firm, and have thick skin and flesh, so that you can easily overcome minor illnesses and disasters.

Not so high-end.

So after being forcibly conscripted this time, Zhao Guanshan borrowed forty large coins from Li Chun and exchanged them all for inferior marrow cleansing liquid in one go.

You can't become fat in one bite, but he can divide it into three bites, or at most five bites.

In short, he will definitely become fat.

Sitting cross-legged in meditation, holding his breath and concentrating his mind to clear away all distracting thoughts, Zhao Guanshan took out one portion of inferior marrow-cleansing spiritual liquid after another and poured it into his mouth.

There is no need to do anything. The small flame in the imperial seal oil lamp will move at the news, sneak into the body, and burn all the impurities in the marrow cleansing spiritual liquid, leaving only the purest spiritual energy.

She handled the whole process with ease and was very considerate. She could be like a little wife.

When his physical condition reached its peak, Zhao Guanshan formed the starting seal with his hands, like the prelude to a piece of music.

The vitality in his body responded instantly.

Next, he formed sixty-four kinds of talismans like flowing water, and the vital energy in his body completed the circulation of eight circles like a resonating dancer.

Even though Zhao Guanshan did not deliberately do anything, above his head, where the life fire was burning, a blurry, faintly visible Lihuo Dao Talisman began to emerge.

If Liu Yuwei, Sun Zei and others saw it at this moment, they would simply think that this was a natal talisman that everyone had.

At first glance they are indeed very similar.

But in fact, this is the Lihuo Dao Talisman that only Qi Refiners can have.

Instead of the martial artist's natal talisman that needs to be engraved on the body, it requires the help of a carrier to form.

This is why, even though they are both practicing the same martial arts and the same twelve cycles of Qi training, Zhao Guanshan's performance is no less than that of a single-seal martial artist.

It is essentially different.

It is worth mentioning that life fire is the foundation of cultivation.

Even for a three-seal martial artist, the maximum limit is only the body fire.

Zhao Guanshan didn't care about it, nor did he pay attention to the Lihuo Dao Talisman that appeared on the life fire. He just slowly and continuously made seals, as if commanding thousands of troops, to deploy and mobilize the vital energy in his body, concentrating his strength to open up and open up the ninth area in his body.

This area is a little deeper because it is not specific to a certain part of the body.

Nor can it be defined using conventional anatomy.

Zhao Guanshan had made some comparisons before, such as refining bones and skin, and refining internal organs, but it turned out that there was no connection between the two.

It was as if within his body there was a shadow body, another dimension of the body.

He could sense this dimension, but he couldn't touch it.

Only by opening up this dimension and connecting it with the real body can one become stronger.

This should be the essence of cultivation.

To give an example, refining Qi for one to three cycles is probably equivalent to a coal seam on the surface of the earth, making it very easy to control the vital energy.

Then after four to seven days of Qi refining, it is equivalent to a shallow coal mine. You only need to dig down three to five meters to encounter high-quality coal mines.

When you reach the eighth stage of Qi Refining, you have to dig down more than ten meters.

But now, if he wants to complete the Nine Circles of Qi Refining, he needs to dig dozens of meters down, into a deep coal mine.

The difficulty has been increased by several factors.

But the operating logic is consistent.

That is to increase horsepower.

Isn’t it just a deep coal mine?

Put on the drill, put on the track, put on the large machinery, I believe we can’t dig it out.

Applying this to Zhao Guanshan, it means that he needs enough vitality.

Aren’t ten portions of inferior marrow-cleansing liquid enough?
Very good, ten more please.

That’s not enough, give me ten more!

The practice of Qigong practitioners is so simple, boring and unpretentious.

(End of this chapter)