strategic fantasy

Chapter 235 Too Genius = Too Nervous

When Jiang Congshu and Luo Renzhong returned to the underground headquarters of the research center, they saw a scene that was both bizarre and reasonable.

on the big screen.

Yu Zhilang, who had shaved his head and wore a monk's robe, was digging soil with a shovel under the command of Ji Tianqi.

"What is this for?" Luo Renzhong was very puzzled.

Although Jiang Congshu didn't look, he guessed the truth right away.

"Obviously, Yu Zhilang's current identity is the nephew of Master Kongse of the Shaolin Temple in another world. If they want my senior brother's money, they can only exchange it for the martial arts secret books in the Sutra Pavilion. My senior brother will definitely not mind, then Let them dig and carry it themselves.”

"..." Luo Renzhong asked again: "Then why are you digging?"

"Nonsense, so much gold was brought directly to another world. If you didn't find a place to bury it first, why don't you still have it with you? You can't lift it, even my senior brother can't lift it."

"..."

Luo Renzhong looked at Wu Ya and others, and after receiving the confirmed answer, he understood again.

[No wonder you can do it! 】

Although in fact, Jiang Congshu still failed to master the iron cloth shirt, in Luo Renzhong's view, it was only a matter of time.

"We have a new discovery." Although Luo Renzhong wanted to continue reading.

After all, Ji Tianqi should be going to Shaolin Temple in a while. With so many martial arts secrets in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, you will definitely be able to create more powerful martial arts on your own.

With ten times the speed of time, it is possible to create your own success at any time.

But he also has a sense of responsibility in his heart.

"You can just say it." Cong Wen has been there these days, indicating to the researchers present that there is no problem.

As for the people of the Apocalypse Team, there is no problem.

"Speak for yourself."

"Just say it." Jiang Congshu directly stated his thoughts and his successful operation of three Zhou Tiantie cloth shirts.

Then he said confidently: "When I practice again, I will definitely be able to master the iron cloth shirt."

After he finished speaking, he was ready to wait for surprised expressions to appear on the faces of Cong Wen, Wu Ya and others.

The result was surprisingly peaceful.

Cong Wen nodded and said, "I understand."

"That's it?" Jiang Congshu looked at Luo Renzhong in shock.

Luo Renzhong also reacted.

"You guys have guessed it a long time ago. Is it possible that he can really become an iron shirt?"

"Yes." Cong Wen said: "If he can't practice it, then probably no one can."

"..."

Don't tell me, it makes sense.

Regardless of which of the three possibilities currently proposed, Jiang Congshu undoubtedly meets certain conditions.

"Jiang Congshu has a new idea." Luo Renzhong signaled with his eyes again.

Jiang Congshu hesitated briefly and expressed his speculation about the spiritual imprint.

The expressions of Cong Wen, Wu Ya and others indeed changed in line with Jiang Congshu's expectations.

"We did have that analysis."

"Had?"

"Of course, it is no exaggeration to say that we have actually thought of everything you can think of. However, we lack enough time to verify it."

This sentence made Jiang Congshu and others recall that it had only been nine hours since Ji Tianqi succeeded in creating his own martial arts.

And Ji Tianqi did not always cooperate in related experiments, and spent most of his time in the 'different world'.

But no one blames Ji Tianqi. It is also very important and urgent for him to create new martial arts and more powerful martial arts.

"Now that you think you succeeded, are you interested in participating in our experiment?"

Cong Wen asked with an expectant expression.

This suddenly made Jiang Congshu feel embarrassed, because in his opinion, the research center actually had the power to force him to participate in certain experiments.

"of course."

Jiang Congshu nodded and said, "Tell me how to conduct the experiment."

"Tell me how you feel first." Cong Wen looked at everyone in Tianqi Team and said in an expectant tone: "You can say whatever you want to say."

Everyone was actually a little surprised. Logically speaking, the research center should have questioned them long ago.

Noticing their expressions, Wu Ya said with a smile: "Our philosophy has always been to arrange experiments based on the patient's own will. You don't think we are evil scientists who don't care about human rights at all, do you?"

【if not? 】

[Who can say for sure about the mental hospital? 】

When everyone was thinking noncommittally, Jiang Congshu couldn't wait to speak out.

"The most obvious feeling is that it is difficult, very difficult, super difficult."

He pondered for a while and said: "It's like using your consciousness to control your blood, flowing at different speeds in the blood vessels. And it's even harder, because there is nothing in the meridians, and the consciousness cannot be implemented at all."

"More than that." Wu Ya added next to him: "The meridians are blocked, as if you have a cerebral thrombosis. You need to use your own consciousness to control the blood to clear the thrombus. It is as difficult as climbing to the sky."

[Using consciousness to control blood to clear cerebral thrombosis? Is it really not a direct cerebral infarction? 】

Everyone who had never practiced martial arts suddenly felt stressed.

Jiang Congshu's expression suddenly felt proud.

"If you look at it this way, I'm actually a genius."

Everyone ignored his boast and started talking about their own feelings while practicing.

To sum up, it is what Jiang Congshu said is more difficult than ever.

It is relatively easy for ordinary people to control many fingers. It takes years of practice to reach the level of playing the Third Piano Concerto.

What's more, the blood flow is almost uncontrollable by normal and abnormal people?

"This is when we have guidance. Without guidance, it would be even more impossible to succeed."

"Actually..." Luo Renzhong said helplessly, "I have forgotten the route of my practice."

Upon hearing what he said, Luo Xingyi was a little embarrassed and said, "I forgot about it too."

Li Yuanhong said nothing, and raised her hand with a somewhat ashamed expression to indicate that she had forgotten.

"..."

After a period of silence, Cong Wen asked: "Why did you forget the Dharma? You don't remember it at all, or..."

"I forgot the precise location of the relevant meridians in my body."

Luo Xingyi said: "It feels like I know which blood vessels I have and where the aorta is. If I commit suicide, it won't be a big problem. But if I were to cut the blood vessels with extreme precision instead of severing the blood vessels, I can't do it."

Cutting and cutting are nothing more than the difference in precision, like the difference between cutting potatoes into cubes and cutting them into shreds, but the difference is even greater.

Others also confirmed this, which made Cong Wen and others think.

After a moment, Wu Ya's expression suddenly became joyful.

This made Cong Wen ask with anticipation: "What did you think of?"

Wu Ya said excitedly: "Mr. Ji is really awesome. We can't even stand on his shoulders, but he created an extraordinary path out of nothing. He is simply... a god!"

"..."

When everyone was speechless, Jiang Congshu suddenly laughed and said: "Wu Ya, you are almost done!"

"Really?" Wu Ya said happily: "I think so too." "..."

Bystanders knew clearly what Jiang Congshu really wanted to say.

And I understand one sentence more - people are all contradictory!

Wu Ya, who wants to cure Ji Tianqi, and Wu Ya, who wants to practice martial arts, are completely two people, or two sides of the same person.

In short, there are signs of schizophrenia.

"Okay." Cong Wen said with a somewhat regretful tone: "So, now I ask you to continue practicing, but you can't do it?"

Except for Jiang Congshu, Luo Xiancheng, and Bai Xiuchu, the other people who had received the teaching, including Wu Ya, lowered their heads in shame.

That is to say, Shen Shili and Yu Zhilang were not here, so they both went to the film and television city. Otherwise, they are the two who should be ashamed.

"Xian Cheng." Cong Wen asked, "Do you mind letting us monitor your physical condition while you continue to practice?"

Luo Xiancheng shook his head.

"Okay, thank you."

Cong Wen is very happy. Compared to Bai Xiuchu, Luo Xiancheng has more research value, because he is currently the only superpower besides Ji Tianqi who has practiced martial arts.

And he still has huge energy. According to the conversion method of initiation and transfer, he has four thousand years of skill, which is much higher than Ji Tianqi's current power.

According to the conversion method of Beiming Gong, he also has more than a thousand years of skill - refer to the combat effectiveness shown by Ji Tianqi when he had this kind of skill, combined with Luo Xiancheng's own super power...

All I can say is, it’s very strong!

"Butler Bai." Cong Wen said again, "What do you think?"

"I won't practice Kung Fu for the time being!" Bai Xiuchu said unexpectedly: "I need to ensure that I am awake."

When everyone thought about it, they felt it was reasonable.

Because only she can directly awaken Ji Tianqi, others can only attack Ji Tianqi.

To be honest, it's a bit risky and the latency is higher.

"Okay, this job is equally important."

Cong Wen finally looked at Jiang Congshu. Although he didn't succeed, he could practice.

"I fully cooperate." Jiang Congshu said confidently: "I will definitely help my senior brother prove it."

[Prove what? Your mental state cannot prove anything. 】

Cong Wen didn't ask any more questions and said with a smile: "Okay, then you go to the No. 9 training ground with Wu Ya."

"Training Ground No. 9?" Jiang Congshu became even more happy and rushed to leave without mentioning it.

The command center became quiet again, and Luo Xingyi and others felt increasingly guilty.

Opportunities that others could only hope for were wasted by them.

Cong Wen comforted him: "It's not your fault. I can only say that Mr. Ji is such a genius."

[I don’t realize how talented Mr. Ji is. 】

【do you have? 】

[Neither did I. Mr. Ji himself said that his original qualifications were inferior. 】

The way the several people looked at each other, as well as their still ashamed expressions, was captured by Cong Wen.

He thought for a while and tried another way to comfort him.

"You can also say that it's Mr. Ji's superpower. It's too outrageous. Of course, if you insist on saying it's too crazy, then I suggest you talk about it in private."

Only then did everyone relax and laugh.

Luo Xingyi asked: "If it is really what our captain said, the problem of control is also a problem of qualifications. Then, should we arrange for more people to practice Iron Clothes? Although there is no guidance from the captain, but in case If you have that kind of peerless genius..."

Cong Wen nodded and said: "This is indeed an experimental direction, but it won't work until Mr. Ji creates more powerful martial arts."

Luo Xingyi frowned and said, "Keep it secret?"

"Yes." Cong Wen explained: "Although we are more inclined to believe that the necessary factors for practicing martial arts are directly related to Mr. Ji. But we cannot deny that it may not be related."

Although what Cong Wen said was nonsense, everyone still understood.

If it is really just a matter of 'talent', then once Tiebushan's practice method is made public, even if it is only made public on a small scale.

Facing the prying eyes of psychic superpowers, it is impossible to keep it completely secret.

In other words, for a military technology to be converted to civilian use, there must be a technological breakthrough that is at least twenty years ahead, right?

So the question is, when will Ji Tianqi be able to create more powerful martial arts on his own?

Everyone's attention was once again focused on the big screen.

In fact, they've been paying attention. It's just that without Wu Ya and Jiang Congshu's imaginary explanations, everyone can only make up their own minds.

"Hey! Has the situation changed?"

……

……

Yu Zhilang can be said to be a witness of Ji Tianqi's time travel, but if you ask him what Ji Tianqi saw and heard, he can't tell clearly.

He only knew that when he came to Ji Tianqi's side, Ji Tianqi's expression became strange.

It seemed as if he was surprised why he came, but also seemed not surprised.

"Let's go."

Ji Tianqi put away the secret books of the twenty-one martial arts that no one could see except him, and said goodbye to Xiong Changqiu and others who no one could see except him.

He took him to the mountain in the film and television city.

"dig, it's all in here, about 180,000 taels of gold."

A liang in another world is a very modern fifty grams, but in the ancient times of the Dragon Kingdom, a liang has a variety of modern values.

However, such small details can no longer be used as evidence, and no one cares about it.

But what is certain is that 180,000 taels of gold is a huge sum of money in another world.

Even the wealthy Shaolin Temple is not willing to miss it.

For the same reason, Momen doesn't want to miss it.

Yu Zhilang was very serious when digging for gold. Although he knew that Ji Tianqi had not buried gold at all, what could he say about this kind of thing?

Habit is second nature.

When he played the nephew of Master Kongse, he had already begun to truly enter the role.

Not only did he dig carefully, but he also recited the Buddhist sutra in his heart very seriously - the only "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" that he could memorize.

The full text is not long, only a few hundred words.

Moreover, "form is emptiness, emptiness is form" comes from this sutra - at least in his understanding of Buddhist sutras.

It is precisely because of this that he memorizes things by rote.

After all, he is the nephew of Master Kongse. Maybe his master's name is 'Kongshe' or something.

That is when he used a shovel to dig a large pit more than ten meters deep and three meters wide.

Ji Tianqi suddenly spoke coldly.

"I'm not talking about you guys. I have promised to give this money to the Shaolin Temple. Aren't you afraid of my small Xiaoyao Sect, nor are you afraid of the Shaolin Temple's large number of people?"

Yu Zhilang was suddenly startled. He jumped up from the pit and grabbed the shovel. When he looked around nervously, he was already ready for battle.

[Is he a member of the Demon Sect from another world? 】

[Or... from the Century Gang? 】

(End of this chapter)