Invasion of the martial arts world

Chapter 39

Chen Mo had just raised his IQ, and he revisited many things. He was stunned for a while and then whispered:

"Is the bloodline divided according to the world of martial arts? How much is my current 12-year internal strength compared to a year of god-level cultivation?"

The controller paused and said:

"This question can only be understood by you, but I can tell you that in the world of Deer and Cauldron, the top few masters are at most middle-level warrior bloodlines, and one of the intermediate-level special warrior bloodlines has left Huaxia."

Chen Mo understands a little bit, one year of practice is not equal to one year of skill, he now has 12 years of ordinary martial artist's skill according to his junior warrior's bloodline, and it only takes six years to practice, now the so-called one year of skill refers to the skill of ordinary warrior's cultivation, so It will cause many people in the world of high martial arts to become masters after only a few years of practice, not because they have too many adventures, but because their blood can quickly gather the true energy in their bodies.

He didn't know if those bloodlines in the back were all calculated according to doubling. If so, the cultivation of the god-level bloodlines with a difference of five levels in one year would be equivalent to 32 times of his current cultivation. Years of practice are equivalent.

Chen Mo murmured to himself in a low voice:
"The bloodline of intermediate warriors is only one hundred points of martial arts value. Why are there only a few people in this deer cauldron world? Could it be related to each level of martial arts world, and there is also a hundred times the boost value of each level of bloodline after that?"

Although talking to himself, the controller immediately explained:
"What you said is good. The reason why the world of low-level martial arts is called low-level martial arts is not only because of the low level of martial arts in this world, but also because of the low bloodlines of the warriors. Martial arts and blood, but such a person can no longer be called a warrior, in such a world, such a person is called a god."

Following the explanation, Chen Mo became more clear about the division of Wujiemen into the martial arts world. Of course, this is still an appearance, and it is enough for him for the time being. The communication between him and the controller is only a moment in his consciousness. Er was watching him silently, listening to the gunshots gradually subsiding outside, Chen Mo glanced at the only surviving abbot Xinxi among all the visitors, and only when the soldiers from the Musketeer Battalion arrived under the leadership of Zhu Neng did he show some majesty Looking at Zhu Neng, he asked:

"Zhu Canling, report the situation?"

"Report to Commander, the Musketeer Battalion encircled and suppressed the rebels, and a total of 430 enemies were killed. After investigation, they were all rebels from Huguang and other places in the west of Sichuan. The monks colluded with the rebels." Zhu Neng said loudly after getting Chen Mo's explanation.

Abbot Xinxi had long been frightened by Chen Mo and the sergeants' killing spree. He heard Zhu Neng say that Huangfu Ke and the others were traitors, he hurriedly ran to Chen Mo and knelt down and said:

"My... my lord, the monks of Foguang Temple will never collude with the rebels."

"No way? Then why did you chat and laugh with the rebels and bring them here to murder my lord? Everything will be known after the investigation." Chen Mo looked coldly at the fat-headed monk and said.

"grown ups……."

Abbot Xinxi wanted to defend himself, when suddenly a musketeer sergeant ran over and reported loudly:

"My lord, seventeen gray-robed monks came down from the mountain, and they said they went up to protect Qingliang Temple."

"Let them come in." Chen Mo nodded and said.

These seventeen monks plus Cheng Guang, the abbot of Qingliang Temple, are the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin. With them, even if Chen Mo wanted to kill Shunzhi, he would have little chance.

The seventeen monks came here just to say hello to Chengguang and went to the backyard to protect Shunzhi. After a while, a young monk came out from the backyard and walked to Chengguang to whisper a few times. Chengguang asked Chen Mo to go to a secluded place and whispered. said:

"Xingzhi asked the poor monk to tell the benefactor Chen that the clean place of Wutai Mountain has been polluted by killings, so the benefactor should go back and tell the current sage that he must not act recklessly."

Chen Mo nodded, watching Cheng Guang bring a group of monks back to the temple and close the temple gate, he ordered his soldiers to clean up the corpses.

In just a short time, two huge piles of corpses burned in the mountains, and Zhu Neng came forward to report:

"My lord, we confiscated more than [-] silver taels and more than [-] bank notes from the rebels. May I ask how you should deal with it?"

"The Musket Battalion will share the silver bills, and the rest will be distributed to the cavalry battalion stationed at the foot of the mountain. I will take out 3000 taels of silver bills and share them with the generals. You can't lose money if you fight with me." Chen Mo took out 3000 taels of silver bills from his pocket. Handed the two bank notes to Zhu Neng and said.

"Thank you for the reward, my lord. I will wait for my brothers to throw their heads and blood for your lord." Zhu Neng took the silver ticket and half-kneeled and shouted loudly.

The sergeants around also heard Chen Mo's words, and they were overjoyed at such a generous commander. Following Zhu Neng's words, the sergeants knelt on the ground one by one and shouted loudly:

"For my lord, I will throw my head and blood."

Looking at the sergeants who gradually accepted him and began to support him, Chen Mo secretly rejoiced. There is an army that absolutely obeys him. In a sense, he also has the potential to be the overlord, but this army is just a mountain. The power of the King of the Mountain.

Chen Mo stretched out his hand to support Zhu Neng, waved his hand and said to thousands of soldiers of the Musketeer Battalion:
"Brothers, get up, I, Chen Mo, was also born in a commoner, so brothers don't have to be so polite. Under my command, Chen Mo will not let the brothers suffer, nor will he be greedy for a share of the Mo brothers' salary. As long as you fight bravely in the future, then You will have more opportunities to get promoted and make a fortune.”

"Hoho..."

Amidst the shouts of the soldiers, Chen Mo walked up to Abbot Xinxi who was still kneeling on the ground, looked at the fat bald head, stared into the eyes of the monk and said coldly:
"For the time being, I haven't found any direct evidence of your collusion with the rebels, but I will tell the nearby government to pay attention to your Foguang Temple. If you are caught colluding with the rebels, your head and the heads of your secular family members will be chopped off."

"Thank you for your understanding, my lord. Xinxi will never associate with these people of unknown origin, and she will pray to Buddha sooner or later without asking about worldly affairs." Xinxi hurriedly kowtowed and said.

"Get out." Chen Mo shouted, Abbot Xinxi stumbled and ran out, looking at Xinxi who looked back with a hint of hatred in his eyes, Chen Mo waved his hands expressionlessly and said:

"The whole army is going down the mountain, ready to leave the camp and return to Beijing."

The army retreated after pulling out the snakes, flies, rats and ants, not to mention the small ones. Seeing the mighty cavalry battalion and the firearms battalion with muskets on their backs, the journey was safe and sound. When they arrived near the haunted house of the dealer, Chen Mo took Shuang'er back and explained. With a sound, the army returned to camp two days later. Chen Mo left Shuang'er at home and went to the palace.

(End of this chapter)