[He was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I don't know. But...... He won't let me down. These things are not for you to think about. ”】

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

Huang Fuqing made another pot of tea for Chen Jian.

"To tell you the truth, I lost some of my memories the other day because I fell off a cliff. ”

After talking to Huang Fuqing for nearly half an hour, Chen Jian judged from more than 30 years of life experience that he was a trustworthy person, as humble and clean as his reputation, so he told him about his amnesia—and it was not a secret.

Huang Fuqing and Wudang have intersections, and everyone who comes to Gujingmen in Wudang knows about Chen Jian and Chen Chan. It is imperative to get useful information from Huangfu Qing as soon as possible.

"Amnesia? That's not a trivial matter. ”

Huang Fuqing frowned, quite concerned.

"Yes, I can't remember many of the rules of the rivers and lakes," Chen Jian patted his left forearm, "Now I just have a body of martial arts, and I have forgotten many skills." ”

"I don't know where Brother Chen wants to know?"

Chen Jian had thought about it as early as last night.

What he wants to know most is what the power system of this world really looks like.

Is there a hierarchical cultivation like in the novel? Or is there some other pronoun? He can't ask about "level" directly, but in an "easy-to-understand" way.

"How are the five levels of 'honor, respect, humility, and blessing' divided?"

Huang Fuqing didn't expect Chen Jian to even forget about this kind of thing.

It seems that his amnesia is quite serious, but fortunately, the kung fu of his hands and feet seems to have been preserved.

"The imperial court has a special Senshoin that measures the strength of martial artists, and roughly divides them according to the strength of their qi - in fact, it is quite vague. The strength of Ze Qi is divided into 'five-four-three-two-one' Cheng Ze Qi, which basically corresponds to 'Honor, Respect, Humility, and Blessing' in daily life. In other words, if a person is a 'lucky knight', then the strength of his zeqi is Ercheng zeqi.

"Of course, there are exceptions. The Xiancheng Academy's assessment of the level of martial artists not only depends on the strength of Zeqi, but also takes into account the virtue of martial artists, that is, reputation, and there are very few people who have obtained higher level titles than strength because of their good reputation. ”

Chen Jian thought of Liu Xingjue, whose life and death were unknown.

"But no one gets a worse title because of a bad reputation. ”

"Why?"

"Because the court will not give them such an honor at all. Huang Fuqing said with a smile.

"Definitely. ”

Chen Jian found that the question just now was a little stupid.

"Five-four-three-two-one Cheng Zeqi, why is it 'Cheng'?"

"It's a more fundamental question. Huang Fuqing patiently explained, "The Emperor of Heaven created people and gave some people the power beyond common sense, that is, the 'power of Huize', also known as 'Zeqi', which is the foundation of our warriors' power. 'Inheritance' means 'inheriting' and 'bearing', and the more power that can be 'inherited', the stronger the zeqi will be. ”

"Oh......"

What kind of thing is the Emperor of Heaven? I guess it's similar to Nuwa's setting.

"I'll add one more thing. In addition to the 'power of benevolence', there are two other forces in the human world. ”

Huangfu Qing guessed that Chen Jian must have forgotten these things, so he took the initiative to speak.

"One is the 'power of mystery' and the other is the power of purgatory, and these two forces are called the 'three forces' together with the 'power of benefit'.

"'Mysterious power'. Legend has it that a thousand years ago, a mortal named Duff found his way to Heaven and stole a power beyond common sense from Heaven and was called 'Mystic Power' - of course, this is just a legend. In fact, it has always been doubtful whether the power of the mystic is true. ”

Huang Fuqing smiled and asked Chen Jian not to put his mind on this.

"As for the 'Infernal Force'. In the Western Dynasty, there were six major tortures: Ling Chi, beheading, car splitting, burying alive, stick punishment, and purgatory. ”

Hearing these names, Chen Jian shuddered. This made it even clearer to him that he was in an age of barbarism.

"And the punishment of purgatory comes from the 'power of purgatory'. In the middle of the court, there was an executioner appointed by the emperor, who was called 'Jizo Gong'. He can control the opening and closing of the gates of the underworld. The heinous sinners will be thrown into purgatory by him, and they will never be able to turn over. There are also those who call 'purgatory' 'hell' – it doesn't matter. ”

Hearing these words, Chen Jian felt disagreed.

Is "purgatory" a synonym for a certain dungeon? Looking at Huang Fuqing's expression, the purgatory sentence seems to be extremely cruel, even beyond Ling Chi.

"Purgatory is...... A dungeon that is unknown?"

"Of course not!" Huang Fuqing immediately vetoed, "If Purgatory is just a dungeon, then how can it be worthy of torture?"

"What exactly is purgatory?"

"It's the karmic result of life being worse than death. ”

Chen Jian didn't know anything about religion, and when he heard the word "karmic fruit", as a materialist, he was not interested in listening to it anymore.

In short, now we know that there are three kinds of power in this world: the power of mysticism - I don't know whether it is true or false, the power of benevolence - to strengthen physical fitness, which should be available to warriors, and the power of purgatory - which only one person has to punish sinners.

"One last question. ”

In fact, Chen Jian still had a lot of confusion, but he didn't have the face to ask Huangfu Qing endlessly.

"Speak. ”

"Does each gang have its own techniques?"

"Of course," Huang Fuqing said, "for example, Wudang's 'Inner Family Fist' is famous for its four or two thousand catties, Di Zen's 'fading qi' is injected into other people's bodies, and if it is not withdrawn in time, the target will die violently; or the ancient mirror gate's—that's it." ”

Huang Fuqing waved his hand. He had already heard about the tragic destruction of the Ancient Mirror Gate.

"In short, no matter how big or small, they all have their own set of unique exercises, which are nothing more than differences between strength and weakness. ”

Chen Jian knew what he wanted to know, got up and said, "Thank you Brother Huangfu for your advice." It wasn't early, so I left before the sun went down. ”

"Take care!" Huangfu Qing stood up and arched his hand, "After I take Miss He to Wudang, I will immediately rush to the East China Sea." ”

*

In the evening, the girl of the He family, who had packed her bags, stepped into Huang Fuqing's carriage.

"Master, are the two people you talked to this afternoon very strong?"

The girl of the He family had heard that Huang Fuqing had gone to Qingmengxuan with two strangers before seeing her, although she had known Huang Fuqing for a short time, she knew his likes and dislikes.

"Oh, how did you know that you haven't met them, have you?"

Huangfu Qing helped her to sit in the carriage, led the door, and let the coachman move forward.

"The master likes to make friends with brave warriors, so I guess they are extraordinary. ”

Huang Fuqing looked sideways in the direction of the East China Sea, and whispered like a whisper: "That young man named Chen Jian is quite powerful. ”

"Then," the girl from the He family knew that the next question was trespassing, but she couldn't help but ask, "How about comparing with the master?"

He was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I don't know." But...... He won't let me down. These things are not for you to think about. ”

"Yes. The girl of the He family smiled smartly and stopped talking.