Chapter 18: The practice method of magical power
The poor Taoist is a little unclean.
Wang Jixuan's Taoist heart kept sighing.
He actually... was touched by this woman on most areas of his body...
Fortunately, the man's vital parts were not disturbed. Dr. Wei Na knew the legal boundaries between care and harassment, otherwise he would have had to 'wake up' in advance.
Wang Jixuan didn't like the various explanations he might have to face after waking up. They were too wordy and didn't feel free and easy at all. Moreover, Zhou Zhengde and the others also wanted to obtain his secrets.
The Dharma is not taught lightly, this is the foundation of the sect.
He didn't have any concerns about the breathing practice method he made up himself, but he didn't have enough time to develop a new method, so it would be ridiculous to use it.
‘The Blackfire Gang. ’
Wang Jixuan briefly analyzed the news he heard.
Apparently, he still wanted to go to the lower city.
He must see with his own eyes that the Black Fire Gang is wiped out, and make sure that what Zhou Zhengde and the others say, "the core member of the Black Fire Gang is reincarnated" will not happen.
There are many things in the lower city that he needs now.
Blade beast blood, blade beast bones;
And the existence of the blade beast’s ‘demon core’ is unknown.
Generally speaking, the demon core is formed in the body of a demon beast and is the basis for the cultivation of powerful demon beasts. The monks can use it to refine elixirs and weapons.
Wang Jixuan's idea was more direct - he might be able to use demon cores to form a spirit gathering array, release the spiritual energy in the demon cores, and speed up his own cultivation.
In addition, Wang Jixuan has realized that he has a more important thing to do.
The world of mortals refines the heart.
'nature? What is nature? ’
Wang Jixuan lay on the bed and fell into deep thought.
Gradually, wisps of spiritual energy floated from the air and gathered around him.
Because he was pretending to be asleep and was unable to meditate at this time, the speed at which he could absorb spiritual energy was far inferior to sitting cross-legged postures such as Five Hearts Upturned and Holding Yuan Shouyi... It was still better than lying down and doing nothing.
He silently estimated that by cultivating his flesh and blood with Qi and using the healing spells he knew, the puncture wound on his left shoulder would take about seven days to heal.
‘Boom. ’
The sound of sniper rifles echoed in Wang Jixuan's ears.
He needs to learn more about the common sense of this world, master the use of various weapons, and then think about some ways to fight against firearms.
‘I don’t know when I can start refining weapons. ’
…
Wei Na, like everyone in Midtown, has to complete her job as the top priority during normal working days.
A squadron of purge troops was temporarily stationed on the thirteenth floor. The Black Fire Gang also announced that they would no longer retaliate. Wei Na no longer had to stay in the safe house of the security station.
When work ends every day or on weekends, Wei Na will come to the Thirteenth Floor Medical Center to take care of two special patients here——
Mu Liang and Lan Yuzai.
Wei Na had long discovered that Mu Liang's recovery speed from injuries was a bit inhuman.
Every time she checks Mu Liang's shoulder wound, she can see incredible changes, and her medical concepts are constantly being subverted.
And there are various signs that Mu Liang has actually woken up a long time ago, but he has not communicated with them.
For example, the toilet mattress Wei Na prepared for Mu Liang was always very clean. The bathroom next to the medical room used much more water than usual.
Dr. Wei Na did not expose Mu Liang's trick.
She was waiting for Mu Liang to take the initiative to chat with her, showing his mysterious charm to her like a hero who had just saved the world.
Wei Na likes this feeling of waiting very much. It gives her a rare sense of expectation in her daily life in the fortress that is repetitive and devoid of any novelty.
Today is the sixth day after the ambush in Happy City.
Wei Na ended her shift at the district medical office on time, went back to her apartment, took a shower, shampooed her hair, spent half an hour applying elegant makeup on her face, put on a black silk maid outfit, and put on her white coat. It's all covered up.
'Will he wake up today? ’
Wei Na pursed her red lips in front of the mirror, stepped on stilettos and hummed a recent popular radio song, and rushed to the medical center.
After turning several corners and walking into the central circular garden, Wei Na's pace gradually slowed down.
She frowned and looked at the somewhat crowded entrance of the medical center.
A dozen members of the security team in light blue uniforms and six or seven soldiers in camouflage uniforms formed two overlapping lines of defense, blocking the only entrance and exit here.
Two middle-aged men wearing brown trench coats were negotiating with members of the security team.
Wei Na strolled forward and heard their quarrel from afar.
"Our Thirteenth Biological Research Institute has the right to obtain the data of all human samples. This is a right written into the War Zone Act!"
"You won't let us in? Why won't you let us in?! Call your captain over here!"
"We suspect there are psykers here! Get out of the way! The security forces are rubbish! Are the purge forces great? Don't let me go directly to your boss!"
The two middle-aged men were yelling.
The two members of the security team who negotiated with them just smiled and shook their heads, showing amazing literacy.
One of the team members' eyes lit up and he hurriedly said: "Doctor Wei Na, are you here? Please come in."
The man in the trench coat next to him immediately shouted: "Why can she get in!"
"Because I'm a doctor," Wei Na said softly.
She took out her nameplate from her white coat and hung it under her collar, and then gave the two of them a soft wink.
"This is a medical center, not a research center of the Thirteenth Institute. Do you know the most basic cold medicine?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't disturb my patients' rest, and medical research shows that the louder men are, the less confident they are in their male abilities."
Wei Na gave him a wink and walked through the defense line with ease.
But she soon realized that the atmosphere here was a bit solemn.
"Doctor Wei Na," a soldier captain said solemnly, "Captain Zhou is waiting for you in that ward."
"Oh? Is he awake?" Wei Na couldn't help but speed up her pace.
However, when she opened the door to the ward and saw the empty hospital bed outside, and Zhou Zhengde holding his forehead and thinking in the seat by the window, she immediately stepped forward and opened the curtain hanging in the middle of the bed. .
Another hospital bed behind a curtain;
Lan Yuzai, who was wearing a hospital gown and sucking nutritious rice porridge from a bag, trembled with fright.
The middle-aged woman who was forced to wear noise-canceling headphones and was feeding Lan Yuzai said hurriedly:
"Doctor! My son suddenly woke up! Do you want to check him?"
This aunt is Lan Yuzai's mother, an ordinary woman who has worked hard for the fortress for thirty years. She will come to take care of Lan Yuzai after work every day.
Her movements here are restricted, and she can only wear a pair of thick headphones to ensure that she does not listen to any information.
"Where's Mu Liang?"
Wei Na's voice suddenly rose an octave, and she turned to look at Zhou Zhengde who was sitting beside him:
"You hid him? Because people from the Thirteenth Institute came to find him?"
"No."
Zhou Zhengde sighed and said with a wry smile: "He is so amazing, as if he can predict danger in advance. The Thirteenth Institute came to our door half an hour ago, and I got the report from the medical center two hours ago. He said that the doctor who was doing rounds in the afternoon found that there was a missing patient here, a patient named Mu Liang.
"Then...he left this behind."
Zhou Zhengde took out a piece of paper from his coat pocket, with lines of dragon and phoenix dancing written on it.
Wei Na took it and looked at it for a few times, then frowned tightly: "I know every word, but why, why can't I read it?"
"Read it vertically and from right to left. There are two arrows marked on it. I have to say that although this word is not beautiful, I always feel a sense of power penetrating the back of the paper..."
"Thank you both for your help, I'm fine..."
Wei Na read it out softly.
[Thank you both for your help. I am no longer seriously ill.
The Black Fire Gang has committed many evil deeds and has treated human lives with great heinous crimes and should be punished. This matter has not yet been determined. I need to put an end to the cause and effect. Captain Zhou has many restrictions, but I have no scruples.
Later, I will remain anonymous from the lower city, deal with the Black Fire Gang, and confirm that there are no survivors, then return to the thirteenth floor to recuperate, and then I will thank you both in person.
To show my gratitude, I left three talismans for you two. Burn them with fire, and mix the ashes with rice soup and take them. It can relieve Captain Zhou's old leg injuries and regulate Dr. Wei Na's poor qi and blood. .
No need to look too far, I will also be careful about the thirteen places.
In addition, I borrowed medical paper and made a simple practice method of "Flicking the Fingers" to give blue gifts.
In addition, I took some potions and brought them to the city for replacement, and my general quota can be deducted directly based on the potion value.
Sincerely, Mu Liang. 】
Wei Na felt a strong sense of loss and asked softly:
"He...how did he do it? Where is the surveillance system? Can he be found?"
"I just saw a vague shadow. He said he would come back. I will arrange for a trustworthy person to pretend to be him here later."
Zhou Zhengde raised his hand and rubbed his brow, then picked up the water glass on the side, which contained some...
Rice soup mixed with ashes.
"Come try this."
Wei Na immediately looked disgusted: "What is this?"
"According to what Mu Liang said, I used two of the three talismans and asked an acquaintance of mine to do research and analysis on one later."
Zhou Zhengde sighed:
“It really worked! It took effect in half an hour! My legs don’t hurt anymore!
"I was scratched by the supersonic fragments shot by the blade beast, and the root of the disease has always been left. Now this is the first time I am so relaxed!" "I now suspect that Rotten Fish Boy was also revived by him. Mu Liang really It’s incredible! "
"real or fake?"
Wei Na frowned and took the water glass:
"I always feel that you are insulting my professionalism."
She held her nose and took two sips, then gritted her teeth and swallowed it in one breath.
No response for now.
Lan Yuzai's weak voice suddenly came from the side: "Then, what, didn't you say that you left me the finger-snap magic technique? Can I take a look at it? Two big guys?"
Zhou Zhengde stood up energetically, grinning because the wound on his abdomen hurt.
He smiled tenderly at the middle-aged woman, arranged several medical prescriptions in order, placed them on the small table in front of Lan Yuzai, and sighed: "You won't like it. ,Believe me."
Lan Yuzai blinked and looked at those four words with excitement.
[Magic skill of snapping fingers]!
First, if you want to practice this skill, you need to exercise your finger strength first. Please perform one-finger meditation training every day.
One-finger Zen push-ups thirty times;
One-finger Zen horizontal bar thirty times;
One-finger Zen load thirty times;
Second, the improvement of finger strength also needs to be coordinated with the use of strength, in order to ensure the accuracy of finger snaps...
There are also some thoughtful sketches drawn on these papers.
But Lan Yuzai was smiling and suddenly burst into tears.
He silently raised his left and right arms. Only a section of his left arm above the elbow was left, while his right forearm was a little more preserved, including the wrist and above.
Lan Yuzai looked at these papers, looked at his joints wrapped in bandages, looked at these papers, then looked at his bare arm joints wrapped in bandages...
"Gan!"
…
About twenty-eight hours later.
The forty-ninth floor of the fortress.
In the northwest corner of the "Resurrection City" controlled area by the Black Fire Gang, in front of the door of a smoke-filled bar.
Wang Jixuan looked up at the Black Fire Gang logo on the bar's light sign, lowered the brim of his peaked cap, and pushed open the glass door seemingly with his bare hands.
"I want a pot of Biluochun."
(End of chapter)