Chapter III: Grading and Division
"Exit." Zhao Wen said silently in his heart.
After a short period of dizziness, Zhao Wen found that he had returned home and was lying on the bed at this time.
Sitting up, Zhao Wen touched the back of his head, "Sure enough, it was cured by space." Looking sideways at the sheets, "If it weren't for that blood, I would have thought I was dreaming!" But the gray stone is gone, so it must have been bound to me and put into my body. β
I picked up my phone, looked at the time, and found that two hours had passed, "I don't know how long I've passed out, and it's not been very long... Zhao Fu, are you there? β
"Yes, the host only needs to meditate in the real world."
"What is the time ratio of the real world to space?" Zhao Wendao.
"It's currently one to ten, and the host can spend mental power to adjust."
"I didn't expect me to faint for so long, I thought it was only ten minutes." Zhao Wen muttered, then looked at his phone, "Hey, two missed calls?" By the way, it should be a takeaway, and it's a bit too much to hurt people to run for nothing. Forget it, the money has already been paid anyway. Let's eat instant noodles at noon. β
"Zhao Fu, can I give the things I get in the space to others?" Zhao Wen suddenly thought of a question, if the things in the space could not be given to others, then how to make the reincarnation work hard.
"Yes." Thankfully, there was good news.
"Then it's time to start planning!" Habitually touching his chin, Zhao Wen fell into deep thought.
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While eating instant noodles, Zhao Wen searched for some martial arts teaching videos on the Internet, such as Tai Chi, Bajiquan, Taekwondo, etc., he just wanted to try to fill the warehouse of the space, and the rats in the warehouse were reluctant to enter, which was too inconsistent with the identity of the main god.
Speaking of this warehouse, it was Zhao Wen who asked Zhao Fujian to store the collection in the space, which is convenient for searching and exchanging in the future. But the empty warehouse list, Zhao Wen had a toothache when he saw it.
Now the teaching video of Yang's Taijiquan is playing on the computer, and after Zhao Wen read it, he asked worriedly: "Can this boxing method be included?" β
"Ding! A copy of the boxing book is included, please name it! The long-lost mechanical sound sounded in Zhao Wen's mind.
βyesοΌβ Zhao Wen clenched his fists excitedly, and finally it was no longer a tabula rasa.
"Host, this set of boxing techniques is a little missing, do you need to improve it?" Zhao Fu's voice changed to Zhao Fu's voice again.
"Does the space still have this function? Do you need mental energy? Zhao Wen was happy.
"No, as long as it's not the loss of the whole article. This set of punches just streamlines the movements, and it is very simple to perfect. β
"So what are you waiting for, perfect." For good things that don't cost money, Zhao Wen has always been happy with them.
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"Okay, do you want to name the host?" After a while, Zhao Fu asked.
"Well, so fast! Let's call it 'Tai Chi'. With that, Zhao Wen couldn't wait to open the warehouse.
A transparent virtual screen appeared in front of me, and I saw that there were four large characters written by Han Li directly above the screen display, and there were four plates below the four characters, namely: exercise skills, weapons and equipment, pill talismans, and pet puppets.
Zhao Wen silently recited in his heart: "Exercise skills." β
The screen changed, and there was only a lone book of Tai Chi on it. But this has already made Zhao Wen excited.
Continue! Next, Zhao Wen collected and perfected a total of more than a dozen cheats before stopping. Seeing that the first page of the exercise skills class was finally filled, it finally looked a little bit good.
"Can I cultivate these cheats now?" Zhao Wen's voice trembled a little, every Chinese has a martial arts dream, and now Zhao Wen sees the hope that his dream will come true, for fear of being shattered.
"Yes, host."
"What a heavenly sound, praise you, Zhao Fu! But which one is better to learn? Zhao Wen touched his chin, "Let's learn Tai Chi first, and then see the effect." β
I found Tai Chi and thought about learning. A few minutes later, Zhao Wen came back to his senses and felt that he had learned Tai Chi for several years, and all the movements were deeply remembered, even if he wanted to, he couldn't forget it.
"It's amazing, I don't know how it works?" Zhao Wen stood up and came to the living room. Because Zhao Wen lives alone, no one usually comes, so the living room is only decorated, and there is not much furniture, which is just right to practice boxing.
A set of Tai Chi is colorful and full of beauty. Zhao Wen was also very satisfied. Recall your attributes:
Strength: 7
Dexterity: 8
Constitution: 8
Spirit: 12
Cultivation is: one level and one order
Exercises: None
Skill: Tai Chi (Beginner)
Remaining Stamina: 1000 (Level 1)
The useless part was blocked by Zhao Wen, but this time there was an extra cultivation.
"Zhao Fu, explain the level division of cultivation and skills." If you don't understand, just ask, Zhao Wentong knows this truth deeply.
"Let's explain the skills first. In fact, the level of skills, exercises, and cultivation is almost the same, but I think what the host wants to ask is what the 'entry' in that parentheses means! That's proficiency, which is divided into four levels: beginner, small, great, and consummated, and the same is true for the proficiency of the exercises. β
Zhao Wen's face was full of black lines when he heard this, and he roared in his heart, "Do you want to slap your face directly, do you understand what euphemism is?" You can't have a good time! β
"Calm down, let's not get angry." Zhao Wen took a deep breath, and then asked, "How can I get started, can't the space directly make me a big success?" β
Just like a person who knows all the English words and phrases directly does not mean that he can use them as proficiently as his mother tongue. Although the space can forcibly elevate the host's Taijiquan to Dacheng, this is not the host's own cultivation, and it will affect the future development prospects. Space does not advocate the host to do this. The role of the space is to guide the host to the entrance, so that the host does not find the way. β
"Okay, what about the cultivation level?"
"The division of cultivation levels is complicated, because the cultivation system is different, and the number of levels divided is also different. The division of space is actually not a progression of the realm, but a title, and when you reach a certain strength, you will get a title. Well, it's about the same as the aristocratic titles of ancient China. At present, the space divides the strength into nine levels, the first three levels are divided into nine levels, the middle three levels are six levels, and the last three levels are three orders, which have not yet been named, and the host can name them himself. β
"Name yourself, that's interesting. How to divide it? Zhao Wen said that it was very cool to set the rules for himself, although it was a small naming right, but you have to see what to name, this is something that only ancient emperors can do. Besides, the rank of the strong is much stronger than the title of the noble.
"It's an addictive feeling. How do you divide it? β
"Planetary, stellar... Universe-grade... It's not good, it's used up rotten. β
"Barons, viscounts... Prince... No, I just thought the title was too low. β
"Samurai, samurai... Emperor... It feels like a knighthood, and it's been used up rotten. β
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"Is it directly with the first, second, third... Isn't this a slap in the face? It's better to piece it together, anyway, it's also a ten-year-old bookworm, so let's just do it. "Zhao Wen doesn't want to think about it, it's not that piece of material," Zhao Fu, divided in this way, from low to high, is: mortal, monk, great monk, star true monarch, Haoyue throne, great sun venerable, true god (true immortal), main god (golden immortal), saint. β
"Okay, that's it."