Universe Infinite Canteen

It turns out that losing a card game can really cost someone’s life.

When Malu was experiencing the novice tutorial before, he thought this way of fighting was quite harmonious and friendly, but it turned out to be no different from a real fight.

Of course, Gu Qingyi also said that generally, if there is no deep hatred, everyone will still use the sparring mode to compete, or they can admit defeat halfway when they feel they can’t win.

But if it is a formal duel, the other side must agree before the fight can stop.

After understanding the battle mechanism, Malu’s biggest concern now is naturally the channel for obtaining cards. It would be best if there is a special card store like Yu-Gi-Oh to sell them.

But the facts proved that he thought too much. The cards in this plane are all cultivated by the warriors themselves. Hmm... Maybe there are masters who can forcibly pass on their internal force cards to others through the method of enlightenment.

Just like Wuyazi passed on his skills to Xuzhu.

There are also some evil magic skills that can even rob other people’s martial arts and take them for themselves, but these are extremely rare exceptions, and generally have many restrictions or side effects when used.

For most ordinary people, if they want to get cards, they can only learn martial arts from a master step by step.

Generally speaking, this place is similar to the Jianghu martial arts world that Malu has read in novels before, except that fighting has become playing cards.

Oh, and the cultivation here requires the assistance of herbs, which makes the value of herbs quite high.

Malu then asked Gu Qingyi about some things related to cultivation.

Because it does not involve specific martial arts secrets, but some common sense in martial arts, Gu Qingyi did not hide anything and generously explained Malu's doubts.

"To practice martial arts, it depends on one's root bone and comprehension. Generally speaking, if one's root bone and comprehension are not bad, and one practices diligently day and night, one can probably enter a martial arts in about six months.

"Well, that is to practice cards, but at this time you only get the lowest level cards, which only have basic effects and the lowest values. You need to continue to practice to increase the level of martial arts to bring out the true power of martial arts. "

"So how many levels are there in martial arts? "Ma Lu continued to ask.

"Generally, martial arts basically reach the top after practicing to the sixth or seventh level, and even some farming skills can only reach the third or fourth level after practicing them, and cannot be improved further.

"And some famous sects in the world, most of them have some sect martial arts that can be practiced to the eighth or ninth level. As for the world-famous sects such as Shaolin, Wudang, and Cangjian Pavilion, they have secret manuals of magic skills that can be practiced to the tenth level.

"As for going higher, there are rumors that there are some more powerful peerless magic skills that may be practiced to the eleventh or twelfth level, but they are almost lost. "

"And it doesn't mean that the higher the level, the better. Even if you practice from a young age, you can be called a martial arts genius if you can practice two or three martial arts to the top in your forties or fifties.

"Most people can't even practice a martial arts to perfection in their entire lives."

Gu Qingyi's words completely dispelled Ma Lu's idea of ​​practicing on his own.

He is a tourist, and he only stays here for more than ten hours each time. Even if he is a rare martial arts genius, he can't practice anything in this time.

Malu can only hope that the golden finger he shook out this time can help him again, but until now his plug-in has not made any movement.

The two chatted for a while, and the rain outside the temple was getting heavier. Gu Qingyi took out the dry food she brought with her and gave some to Malu.

After eating, she swallowed a pill and leaned against the pillar to meditate and breathe.

Gu Qingyi was still practicing seriously the moment before, but soon she felt sleepy.

She had been rushing on the road during the day and had hardly rested in the middle. Now she couldn't bear it anymore after closing her eyes, and fell asleep with her head tilted.

Gu Qingyi didn't know how long she had slept, and was suddenly awakened by a quarrel.

When she opened her eyes, she saw two Songxi Sword School disciples confronting the Xingtong Escort Agency. The two sides were on edge and had already drawn their weapons, and were about to fight.

One of the Songxi Sword School disciples shouted angrily, "Shen thief, you actually harmed my senior brother, are you going to be an enemy of my Songxi Sword School?!"

Although Shen Zhou was also holding a big gun, he didn't seem to have much intention of fighting the other side, but more for self-protection.

His expression was solemn and revealed a hint of helplessness. "There must be some misunderstanding here. I have no grudges with He Shaoxia. Why do you want to kill him?"

"What do you mean by no grudges?" Another disciple of Songxi Sword School said angrily. "My senior brother said casually that he had never heard of Xingtong Escort Agency when he entered the door. You must have been holding a grudge at that time.

Shen Zhou smiled bitterly, "Shen is not so narrow-minded. We escorts pay attention to making money with harmony, making more friends and fewer enemies. It's just a little quarrel. How could I kill people and make enemies with your sect for no reason?"

The others were also awakened by their dispute at this time.

Gu Qingyi's eyes under the bamboo hat lit up again, like a cat smelling blood.

She stretched out her hand and took out the iron plate of the Iron Cloth Gate in her arms, held it in front of her, and shouted.

"The Iron Cloth Gate God Constable is here! What happened? "

Without waiting for anyone to answer, Gu Qingyi had already rushed into the crowd. She saw the two Songxi Sword School disciples holding a headless corpse at their feet.

From his attire, it was He Qisheng who was showing off in the ruined temple not long ago.

Gu Qingyi couldn't help but gasp when she saw He Qisheng's empty neck still bleeding.

"Such a ruthless move, it must be revenge killing!"

The two Songxi Sword Sect disciples became even more excited when they heard her words, and surrounded Shen Zhou.

"The detective said it was a revenge killing, and you are the only one in this broken temple who has a grudge against us! So the murderer must be you."

Shen Zhou's face changed slightly, "This matter really has nothing to do with me. Shen has been sleeping in the temple and has never left the temple."

Gu Qingyi turned his head and looked at the two Songxi Sword Sect disciples, "Where did you find your brother's body?"

"Just, behind the broken temple." One of the dark-skinned people said, "Brother went out to get up at night and didn't come back for a long time, so we went out to look for him and found his body."

"When did your brother go out?"

"I can't remember, we were all asleep at the time, but I heard brother say vaguely that he was going to urinate outside, and it was inconvenient with women in the temple." Another tall and thin disciple said.

"I was also woken up by the urge to pee, and then I realized that my senior brother hadn't come back, so I pushed Junior Brother Ji awake and went out with him to look for him."

"So you actually don't know when your senior brother was killed."

Gu Qingyi then looked at the other people in the temple, "What about you, has anyone seen He Shaoxia go out?"