Cyber Daming

"Rebuilding a martial arts sect? Is it possible for a sect like me to replicate it? I'm just pretending to be a reckless man, and I'm not really a fool. Do you want to feed me such a big cake?!"

"And even if you, Gu Xi, become an official, you are only a seventh-grade county magistrate. How dare you risk the disapproval of the world to protect the resurgence of martial arts? Why are you setting up the Xuanlong Gate Formation?"

On the streets of Shenghua District, a man with a dragonfly lying on his shoulder was talking to himself as if no one was around.

Even when he was excited, he turned his head and spat, with a ferocious expression.

This strange movement startled the people next to them, and they were so busy holding their civilized sticks that they walked as fast as flying.

Now Akito's mental state is becoming more and more unstable. The richer the place, the more eccentric people are.

The people there are better, how honest they are.

Li Jun didn't notice the strange looks from others at all, and reached out to touch Wu Fu's pocket. Although Gu Xi's cake painting skills were not very good, the five million yuan solved his urgent need.

Now that Gu Yong has been kidnapped by the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club, the few slices of brain tissue he collected must also be in the hands of those gangsters. With this money, Crow Duoduo's problem should be solved.

"Brother Qian's assist is just right."

While he was thinking, a neon marquee with a hammer and a sword appeared in front of Li Jun. The fiery red light projected a string of large characters in regular script on the ground in front of the store.

"Be honest and do your duty, and no one will be deceived."

Li Jun looked up at the shop sign and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, "The Blacksmith Studio of Horse Killer. What the fuck is this name?"

There are obvious traces of alteration on the signboard. The newly written words are crooked, and you can see the angry mood of the boss at that time.

jingle

"Welcome boss."

The synthesized human voice that welcomes guests has a strong Sichuan accent, and there should be several translations of it later, including a lot of gibberish.

The furnishings in the shop can be said to be a mess, with various tools thrown everywhere, and the floor tiles are covered with large stains of solidified engine oil.

"If you want anything, just take a look at it."

A casual voice came from behind the counter. The young man was holding two exquisitely crafted miniature long swords, using his fingers as human beings, and was playing with enthusiasm.

Li Jun looked at it intently, and saw that the two long swords had sharp offensive and defensive moves and strict sword frames. They were all solid martial arts swordsmanship.

This guy is really a martial artist.

clang!

The two swords clashed with each other, making a clanging sound.

"How can you defend against my move, Jin Yan Hengkong?"

"Have you ever heard of the one-move sword-cutting style?!"

The expression on Zhao Qingxia's face is sometimes heroic, sometimes ferocious, sometimes murderous, sometimes unruly.

At the critical moment when he was fighting to his heart's content, a finger suddenly fell from the sky, broke into the sword light, and pressed the two long swords directly on the counter.

"Kid, that's not how swordsmanship works."

"What kind of character are you talking about swordsmanship with me?" Zhao Qingxia suddenly raised his head, and a face that he thought about day and night came into view. "Brother Junjun?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a drunken voice came out from under the counter.

"What girl? How can I name her after a flying pigeon? She's so damn chic. Can I ride her?"

boom! boom! boom!

Zhao Qingxia grabbed the counter and stood up, stomping down hard, looking at Li Jun and smiling attentively: "Brother Jun, you finally showed up, this time you must teach me a few tricks."

"Why are you pigeons so bumpy? Damn it, I won't ride anymore. Please give me your money back!"

Zhao Qingxia looked at the expressionless Li Jun and said angrily: "This old bastard had a drinking fight with someone yesterday and was fed a bellyful of engine oil. He still hasn't woken up yet. Brother Jun, don't mind."

Li Jun resisted the urge to shave his eyebrows, raised his hand and pointed back at the bustling crowd outside the door, and asked in confusion: "You open your store in a busy city so blatantly, aren't you afraid that Confucian people will cause trouble for you?"

"No, this store is registered under the name of a large Mohist group. Unless they are caught while purchasing goods, these crooked Confucians from Chengdu Prefecture would not dare to come to the store."

Li Jun snorted, looked at Zhao Qingxia, whose eyes were shining brightly, and said, "How is your mimicry martial arts going?"

"Great progress!"

Zhao Qingxia's voice suddenly became a bit louder, "The moves are already perfect. Now I'm studying how to use other methods to simulate internal force."

"Can internal strength be simulated?" This time it was Li Jun's turn to be shocked.

"It is indeed very difficult, but it is not impossible. I have some ideas now, and I will tell you Brother Jun."

Zhao Qingxia didn't care whether Li Jun was interested or not, and said excitedly: "Currently, there are a total of twelve popular sequences in our Ming Empire. Although they look like a lot, in fact there are many sequences that are similar in nature."

"For example, Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. These three schools are actually pursuing the development of the brain, so they gave birth to the Buddhist Kingdom, Dongtian, and Academy. It's just that the emphasis of each sequence is different. Buddhism is deception, and Taoism is divination. Confucianism is plagiarism.”

"Although Confucianism often preaches the principle that 'the hair and skin of the body are influenced by the parents', in fact, they only require that the brain be original."

"Not to mention the Buddhist and Taoist families. If it weren't for protecting their wisdom roots and Taoist foundations, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to use their mechanical prostheses. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to be naked?"

Zhao Qingxia snorted and said with a hint of disdain: "As for the military sequence, their promotion sequence emphasizes the fusion of mechanical heart and genes. Opportunism is not worth mentioning."

"As for the Legalist order, the main core of their promotion is the control of authority. I have always been a little bit unable to understand this. What exactly does this 'authority' refer to."

"Zongheng and Yin Yang, I haven't studied them yet. But for our Wu, Mo, and Nong sequences, they all emphasize the development of their own genes. Although they also have different emphasis, I think there must be something in common!"

"As long as I can find this point, I will be able to simulate the internal power of the martial arts sequence!"

The contrast between Zhao Qingxia's shining eyes and Li Jun's slightly dull eyes was sharp.

You guys are not simulating internal force, you are fucking doing serial mass production.

What is genius? This is genius!

"Brother Jun, what do you think of my idea? Are there any problems with my thinking?"

Li Jun swallowed, "I don't know how serious it is."

"What's the meaning?"

Zhao Qingxia scratched her head in confusion, with a shy smile on her inexperienced face, "Did I explain it too vaguely? It doesn't matter, I'll demonstrate it to you right now."

"Zhao Qingxia, you little bastard, who are you talking about here with? Master Ma, you have woken me up from my sweet dream."

At this moment, a voice broke in, interrupting Zhao Qingxia's movements.

An armored arm stretched out from under the bar, hanging on the counter.

Then a helmet with red eyes on its eyebrows appeared, and a ray of red light flashed towards Li Jun.

"Who did I say it was? It turned out to be your boy."