Chen Mo had just improved his IQ, and he had re-brushed many things, he was stunned for a moment and then whispered:

"Is the bloodline divided according to the different martial arts worlds? What is my current twelve years of internal strength compared to one year of god-level cultivation? ”

The controller paused and said:

"This question can only be understood by yourself, but I can tell you that in this Luding Ji world, the highest few masters are the bloodline of intermediate martial artists, and there is a special middle-level martial artist bloodline who has left Huaxia."

Chen Mo somewhat understood, one year of cultivation is not equal to one year of skill, he is now twelve years of ordinary martial arts skills according to his junior martial arts bloodline cultivation is only six years, now the so-called one-year martial arts refers to the cultivation skills of ordinary martial artists, so it will cause many people in the high martial arts world to become masters after only a few years of cultivation, not that they have too many adventures, but their bloodlines can quickly gather the true qi in their bodies.

He didn't know if the bloodlines behind him were all calculated according to doubling, if that was the case, the one-year cultivation of the god-level bloodline with a difference of five levels would be equivalent to thirty-two times his current cultivation, and even if he cultivated for a hundred years, it would only be equivalent to the other party's three-year cultivation.

Chen Mo thought about it and whispered to himself:

"The bloodline of an intermediate martial artist is only a hundred martial arts points, why are there only a few people in this Luding world? Could it be related to each level of the martial arts world, as well as the hundredfold increase value of each level of bloodline in the back? ”

Although it was talking to himself, the controller immediately explained:

"What you said is good, the reason why the low martial arts world is called low martial arts is that in addition to the low level of martial arts in this world, there is also the reason for the low bloodline of martial artists, of course, it is not excluded that there are martial arts and bloodlines far beyond that world in some worlds, but such people can no longer be called martial artists, and in that kind of world, such people are called gods."

Chen Mo explained that the division of the martial arts world into the martial arts world became clearer, of course, this is still the appearance, it is enough for him for the time being, his communication with the controller is only a flash in his consciousness, when he came back to his senses, Shuang'er was silently paying attention to him, listening to the gradually stopping gunfire outside, Chen Mo glanced at the only surviving abbot of Xinxi among all the people who came, and when the soldiers of the musket battalion arrived under the leadership of Zhu Neng, he looked at Zhu Neng with some majesty and asked:

"Counselor Zhu, report the situation?"

"Lord Commander, the musket battalion encircled and suppressed the rebellion, a total of 432 enemies were destroyed, after investigation, they were all thieves from Sichuan, Xixi, Guang and other places, the thief chief Emperor Fuke has been killed by the commander, and now the army is being sent to Foguang Temple to find out if there are monks colluding with the thieves." Zhu Neng had already received Chen Mo's explanation, so he said loudly.

The abbot of Xinxi had long been frightened by Chen Mo and the sergeants' slaughter, and when he heard Zhu Neng say that Huangfuke and the others were anti-thieves, he hurriedly stumbled and ran to Chen Mo and knelt down and said:

"Big... My lord, the monks of Foguang Temple will never collude with the thieves. ”

"Wouldn't it? Then why did you talk and laugh with the thieves and bring them here to murder Ben-sama? A qiē matter will be known after it is ascertained. Chen Mo looked coldly at the monk with a fat brain and said.

"Adult ......."

The abbot of Xinxi was about to argue, and suddenly a musketeer sergeant ran over and reported loudly:

"Lord Qiyu, seventeen gray-robed monks came down from the mountain, saying that they went up the mountain to protect Qingliang Temple."

"Let them in." Chen Mo nodded and said.

These seventeen monks plus the abbot of Qingliang Temple, Chengguang, are the eighteen Arhats of Shaolin, and even if Chen Mo wants to kill Shunzhi, there is not much chance of them.

These seventeen monks came just to say hello to Chengguang and went to the backyard to protect Shunzhi, and after a while, a little monk came out of the backyard and walked to Chengguang's side and whispered a few times, Chengguang let Chen Mo go to a secluded place and whispered:

"The idiot asked the poor monk to tell the poor monk that the pure land of Wutai Mountain, for the sake of him has been tainted by killing, please go back and tell the saint today, and you must not act rashly."

Chen Mo nodded, watching Chengguang return to the temple with a group of monks and close the temple door, he gave an order to his sergeants to clean up the corpses.

However, in the time of incense, two huge piles of corpses were burned in the mountains, and Zhu Neng stepped forward to report:

"Lord Qiqi, we have seized more than 2,000 silver and more than 4,000 silver tickets from the thief, may I ask what to do with it."

"The musket battalion will be divided into silver tickets, and the rest will be distributed to the cavalry battalion stationed at the foot of the mountain, and I will take out three thousand taels of silver tickets here to divide them among the generals, and I can't suffer a loss if I fight with Lord Ben." Chen Mo took out three thousand taels of silver tickets from his arms and handed them to Zhu Neng and said.

"Thank you, my brothers will shed their blood for the adults." Zhu Neng took the silver ticket and shouted loudly on his knees.

The surrounding sergeants also heard Chen Mo's words, and they were also overjoyed with such a generous commander, and with Zhu Neng's words, the sergeants half-knelt on the ground one by one and shouted loudly:

"For adults, we will not hesitate to throw our heads and spill blood."

Looking at the sergeant who gradually accepted himself and began to support him, Chen Mo was secretly pleased, there was an army that was absolutely obedient to him, and in a sense, he also had the potential to be the overlord, but this army was also the power of the mountain king on a mountain.

Chen Mo stretched out his hand to help Zhu Neng, waved his hand and said to the soldiers of the thousands of musket battalions:

"Brothers, get up, I, Chen Mo, was also born in a cloth cloth, so you brothers don't have to be so polite, under me, Chen Mo will not let his brothers suffer, nor will he be greedy for a penny of military salaries for his brothers, as long as you fight bravely in the future, then you will have more opportunities to be promoted and make a fortune."

"Ho Ho ......"

In the mountain shouts of the sergeants, Chen Mo walked to the abbot of Xinxi, who was still kneeling on the ground, and looked at this fat bald head, he stared at the monk's eyes and said coldly:

"For the time being, I have not found direct evidence of your collusion with the anti-thief, but I will tell the nearby government to pay attention to your Foguang Temple, if you are caught colluding with the anti-thief, your big head and the head of your secular family will have to be cut off."

"Thank you, my lord, for your understanding, Xinxi will no longer associate with these people of unknown origin, and you will not ask about the world when you chant Buddha in the morning and evening." Xinxi hurriedly kowtowed and said.

"Get out." Chen Mo snorted, Abbot Xinxi stumbled and ran out, looking at Xinxi with a hint of hatred in his eyes when he turned back, Chen Mo waved his hand expressionlessly and said:

"The whole army went down the mountain and prepared to pull out the camp and return to Beijing."

The army pulled out snakes, flies, rats and ants and retreated, not to mention some small nights, seeing the mighty cavalry battalion and the firearms battalion with muskets on their backs, the road set off safely, and when they arrived near the haunted house of the banker, Chen Mo took Shuang'er back to explain, and two days later the army returned to the camp Chen Mo left Shuang'er at home and went to the palace.