In the sci-fi world, add dots and become a fairy

Chapter 15 Qi and blood, artistic conception, supernatural powers

Rongshi Dongmen Station.

Li Changqing walked out of the station with a backpack on his back, looking like a tourist who just finished his trip.

At the gate of the station, Uncle Chen, who was leaning on his waist, looked at Li Changqing who was walking with a smile.

"Young man, you look good."

A gleam of light flashed in Uncle Chen's muddy eyes. In his perception, Li Changqing now is completely different from the last time he saw him in the park.

"How long is the transformation period?"

Li Changqing smiled, and replied casually: "It's still a while."

"Try to finish it in time for the Youth Cup preliminaries. Then you should be able to meet Jiang He and prove yourself." Uncle Chen walked in front of Li Changqing with his hands behind his back.

"By the way, have you gone to the martial arts hall to verify your identity?"

"There is no rush."

"No hurry?" Uncle Chen was very curious.

"Didn't you say on the phone just now that you didn't envy others when you met Jiang He in the nature reserve?"

"Are you envious..." Li Changqing smiled and didn't answer directly.

"Maybe there was before."

Li Changqing asked his heart, when he met Jiang He at the station for the first time, he really envied him and the privilege of a genius, so much so that he took the latter as his goal.

But when he entered the metamorphosis period under the guidance of Uncle Chen, most of the envy in Li Changqing's heart disappeared, because he found that he could do it himself.

To this day, when he saw Jiang He facing the brown bear with difficulty, the only feeling of comparison he had had completely disappeared.

"Before? What about now?" Uncle Chen didn't let Li Changqing bypass this question, and asked step by step.

"Aren't you envious now?"

"I'm not envious." Li Changqing shook his head frankly.

"How can I become a Buddha after going out to practice once, and have no worldly desires?"

Uncle Chen couldn't believe it, would a young man at this age have no desire to compare himself?
Li Changqing raised his head, looked at the sun above his head gradually slanting west, shook his head and said:

"Of course not, my desire is very strong, stronger than ever."

"Uncle Chen, don't you think the scenery at the end of martial arts will be countless times better than where we are standing now?"

"Oh, I want to go there and have a look."

"...You boy." Uncle Chen was startled by Li Changqing's words.

"The end of martial arts? You really dare to say it." He shook his head, but a smile could not be restrained on his wrinkled face.

"What an ambitious lad."

The two chatted and came to a river embankment, with willow trees flying on both sides, and the air was fresh.

"Come on, take it."

"This is?"

"You fill out the registration form for the Youth Cup yourself, and I have already guaranteed your qualifications. But you have to remember that if you fail to complete the transformation before the competition and officially become a martial artist, this registration form will be invalidated. "

"Don't worry, sir." Li Changqing took the registration form solemnly, and glanced at the form before stuffing it into his arms.

Chen Danqing?Uncle's name is quite elegant.

"Master, remember to watch my game when the time comes."

"You kid." Chen Danqing trembled his beard.

"Wait until you win the first qualifier. If you are eliminated in the first round, don't say you recognize me."

"I understand." Li Changqing laughed.

"Just go to the company with the recruits of the army, and when asked who is your recruit squad leader, you will say that the squad leader is dead."

"Slippery!" Chen Danqing scolded with a smile, he and Li Changqing walked side by side.

"Your boy has entered the transformation period, and it's almost time to tell you about the division of warriors."

Hearing this, Li Changqing's expression turned serious, and put away the hippie smile on his face.

"Master, you said."

"Boy, warriors are divided into three ranks, upper, middle and lower, you know that."

"clear."

"First of all, regardless of whether it is upper, middle or lower ranks, warriors of each rank are divided into nine stars, with one star being the lowest and nine stars being the highest."

"Among them, high-ranking warriors are the most transcendent. Warriors of this period have already begun to have some characteristics of psychics, which are called supernatural powers. However, I was not able to step into this realm at the beginning, so I can't tell you in detail. Let me just listen."

Uncle Chen was a little regretful, he was stuck at the peak of the middle martial artist at the beginning, and he didn't step in at the door.

"Let me focus on talking to you about the lower and middle rank warriors."

"The lower-ranked fighters are divided by the concentration of Qi and blood. The stronger the Qi and blood, the stronger the physique, and the higher the star rating you will get."

Chen Danqing patted Li Changqing's strong arm.

"At this stage, don't think about what you have and what you don't have, and focus on your blood and physique. In short, you remember one sentence, your physical strength is not lost. At the stage of the next warrior, you have strong blood, strong physique, and are fighting with others. more advantage.”

Li Changqing nodded seriously, motioning for himself to write it down, and then he asked:
"Then uncle, what is the difference between a middle-rank warrior and a lower-rank warrior? Is it also blood?"

"No." Chen Danqing shook his head.

"Martial arts apprentices are different from lower-rank martial artists. The difference lies in blood and whether they break through the limits of human beings in all aspects."

"And the difference between middle-ranked warriors and lower-ranked warriors lies in artistic conception, or momentum!"

"Artistic conception, momentum?" Li Changqing's thoughts moved slightly.

"Master, when I practiced today, I realized boxing with the power of running water. Is this the artistic conception?"

"Your skills are at best." Chen Danqing shook his head.

"Pay attention to my movements." He didn't say much, and directly chose to get started.

Facing the willow tree in front of him, Chen Danqing stretched out his thin palm and patted it lightly.

There is not much energy and blood flowing, such strength is no different from that of ordinary adults.

The willow tree was motionless.

"Now, look carefully." Chen Danqing warned, and then he raised his right hand again.

There is still no blood flow, still the same strength.

But this time, his demeanor changed.

Momentum and artistic conception, these are two mysterious and mysterious words, which are difficult to express in words.

But it does exist.

The moment Chen Danqing raised his hand, Li Changqing's pupils shrank sharply, and he almost tried his best to stop the tense muscle reflex all over his body.

In his current perception, Chen Danqing suddenly turned into a downhill tiger.

The sharp claws were almost touching the veins of his throat, and the sense of crisis that his throat might be locked at any time made Li Changqing at a loss as to what to do.

The withered palm seemed to have turned into a giant claw of a tiger, and the sharp claws cut through the willow tree like a small dagger.

But when he came back to his senses, Chen Danqing's palm was still skinny, and there were no tiger's palms or claws.

But the five ferocious claw marks that almost cut open the willow tree are extremely disturbing.

"This is artistic conception, is this momentum?" Li Changqing was dumbfounded, he was sure that Chen Danqing used exactly the same power twice before and after.

But the final result was very different.

"This is the difference between low-rank warriors and middle-rank warriors." Chen Danqing wiped Mo's forehead.

"The same power, the role played in different artistic conceptions is completely two concepts, one sky, one earth."

Chen Danqing took a breath, then waved to Li Changqing.

"However, these things are too far away for you, you kid should pay close attention to the cultivation of Qi and blood, and complete the transformation as soon as possible."

"Don't, sir." Li Changqing was finally aroused, grabbed Chen Danqing and started asking.

"Is there a way to cultivate artistic conception and momentum? Or is there any threshold?"

"You boy." Chen Danqing shook his arm angrily. "Just listen to the story and don't aim too high."

"The artistic conception and momentum are different from all the boxing techniques you are learning now. Their power comes from your will and spirit. If you want to talk about the threshold, it may be your will and spiritual power."

"The low-ranking martial artist cultivates to the peak, and the blood gradually begins to nourish the spirit. At this time, with the help of some special techniques for tempering the spirit, through visualization and other forms, you can finally give birth to your own artistic conception."

Li Changqing hurriedly asked.

"Master, is there any special technique to improve mental strength?"

"You kid is dreaming again." Chen Danqing slapped Li Changqing on the forehead.

"Cultivate qi and blood well, there is no shortcut in the way of martial arts."

But this slap did not dispel Li Changqing's thoughts, he suddenly remembered.

When I broke through the limit before and entered the transformation period.

Has raised a few points of will.

At that time, he didn't think it was very useful, but thinking about it now, Li Changqing's heart became even hotter.

It is very likely that I don't need to be full of qi and blood to improve my spirit through my own exercise.

Even, realize your own artistic conception in advance.

A low-level warrior who has mastered the artistic conception, isn't this completely a blow to dimensionality reduction?

"Master, I want to learn..."

"Don't even think about it!" Chen Danqing didn't know what Li Changqing was going to fart.

"You boy, give me a good exercise."

"Then tell me, how did you sharpen your mental power back then? This is telling a story."

Facing Li Changqing with a hippie smile, Chen Danqing sighed helplessly.

"What else can I have? A visualization picture drawn by a high-ranking warrior."

As soon as he said this, Chen Danqing regretted it.

Sure enough, Li Changqing immediately grabbed his arm.

"Master, let me take a look."

"Just one look."

"It's all because I'm curious."

Chen Danqing: ...

Next door to Dongguang Community.

Chen Danqing lived next door to Li Changqing's rented house.

On the way, the latter also asked him why he didn't change to a better house.

According to Chen Danqing's median martial artist, he is still a veteran.

Not to mention villas, big mansions, a small mansion is still possible.

To this, Chen Danqing's answer is very simple.

I am used to living here, surrounded by old comrades-in-arms and old neighbors. For decades, I have already had feelings for this land.

"Look, just this picture."

The house of the old man living alone is very clean and surprisingly tidy, even the directions of the remote control boards on the table are exactly the same.

Chen Danqing spread out a scroll of yellowed paper on the table.

He stood aside and glanced at Li Changqing in the painting.

It doesn't matter if you just take a look, Chen Danqing doesn't think Li Changqing can see anything, so let him learn something.

On the yellowed paper, ink-colored strokes outlined a rough man with muscles all over his body, holding a huge bronze tripod high above his head.

A few strokes and an extremely simple composition endow this scroll with a substantial impact.

Li Changqing's eyes were straightened, he just felt that the overlord in the picture scroll seemed to step out of the long river of history.

That majestic demeanor filled the entire world.

hum-

Suddenly, a string in his brain was touched.

A strong spiritual shock poured into the depths of Li Changqing's heart in an instant.

[Artistic Conception (Overlord Lifting the Ding): 0%]

(End of this chapter)