"Father asked me to tell you, from tomorrow onwards, you don't have to stand on the stake first, and only after you can completely control your strength can you continue to practice martial arts!"

Gong Ruomei said to Zhao Wen in a gentle voice: "If you have a prescription for a big supplement, make up for it yourself, if not, I can get you a few in a while!" ”

Gong Ruomei didn't understand at all that it was her father's business to teach her apprentices, and this should have been her father's coming over and saying, why he arranged for herself.

However, she was completely shocked by Zhao Wen's talent today, and the arrogance that had been hanging on her face had long disappeared without a trace, and she softened a little when she spoke.

"Senior Sister Lao brings the prescription, I'll go grab the medicine tomorrow!"

After a while, Gong Ruomei took a few prescriptions that had obviously been copied for a short time and handed them to Zhao Wen, and then turned around and left.

Looking at the few prescriptions brought by Gong Ruomei in his hand, Zhao Wen remembered that since ancient times, medicine and martial arts have not been separated, and Daqin should not have established a complete medical system now, so he secretly wrote in his heart that he must buy a few sets of medical books tomorrow and bring them with him.

When he returned to Daqin, he summoned the doctors of the Qin Dynasty to establish a medical school.

But now, the most important thing for him is to adapt to his body.

The strength of the cells in the body doubled, driving Zhao Wen's internal organs, fascia, and bones to also begin to frantically absorb all the nutrients that could be absorbed, and even some internal forces flowed towards Zhao Wen's brain and disappeared in an instant.

The hundreds of years of internal force running in the meridians are absorbed by the cells, and the remaining two-thirds are reduced by a small half just after a meal.

At this speed, Zhao Wen felt that if he didn't wait for himself to sleep, he was afraid that the internal force in the meridians that was originally so large that he was worried about when he would be able to refine it would be absorbed by his body.

When the internal force disappears for hundreds of years, the strength will definitely drop greatly, but using these internal forces as nutrients to raise a strong body for himself, so that the potential of the body's cultivation can be increased by at least ten times, Zhao Wen can't ask for it.

Since he got the stone gate and was able to travel through different worlds, he never thought that he would just stay in Great Qin and be an emperor honestly.

With the resources of each world to nourish the Great Qin World, he will naturally continue.

It is also his pursuit to make himself stronger and stronger and transcend the limits of the world.

Although apart from the martial arts knowledge in Wang Yuyan's mind, he had not learned any knowledge of cultivation.

But only these martial arts classics in his memory, Zhao Wen's clearest understanding is that thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground and lay a good foundation, which is definitely the top priority for cultivation.

Cultivating a body that is far superior to anyone else is laying the foundation for him.

As for the internal force, with the Northern Shengong in hand, as long as he wants, he wants as much as he wants.

Thinking that the effect of internal force feeding the body was so good, Zhao Wen's eyes had already brought out a look of expectation.

He remembered that among the three passages that appeared this time, two of them were in the ancient martial arts world, and it was not enough to pass on the world of the Condor Heroes, but Xiao Li Feidao was the rivers and lakes of the Ming Dynasty.

Bringing out fifty brocade guards from the Xiaoao world, Zhao Wen originally thought it was enough, but now that it was really rolled out, he found that relying on fifty people to build an intelligence network was a drop in the bucket, and God knows how long it would take to establish it.

The rivers and lakes of the Ming Dynasty are still the rivers and lakes written by Gu Long, and he naturally has little interest, but Zhao Wen is now very interested in the Jinyi Guard, which also exists in this era.

Not to mention that Xiao Li's Flying Knife World still cultivates internal force, and a large amount of internal force can not only make up for the consumption of the Northern Pluto Divine Skill in this world, but also speed up the transformation of his body.

Under a tree in the backyard, Ma San's face was gloomy, looking at the pistol with a metallic luster in his hand, and a trace of despair could be faintly seen in his eyes.

He is the founding disciple of the master, and the only true disciple, and has always tried his best to maintain the prestige of the master in the rivers and lakes, and has always been proud of this identity.

On weekdays, the master can't save face, and nominally accepts a few apprentices, but he has always taught on his behalf, and no one will really treat these people as the master's disciples.

But today's Zhao Wen is completely different, obviously accepted as a real disciple.

If it was before, Ma San would never agree, but today, he didn't say a word from beginning to end.

If a person who practices martial arts does not have invincible faith, what can he rely on to support himself to walk the rivers and lakes.

But in the face of such a powerful firearm, Ma San felt that the belief he had formed over the years was collapsing.

"Within ten steps, everyone is in the enemy country, and I am invincible!" Ma San groaned under his breath, but the pistol reflecting the moonlight in his hand became heavier and heavier.

"Senior brother, but you have doubts about martial arts?" A gentle voice sounded behind Ma San, Zhao Wen walked over lightly, and today he took out the pistol to show the power of modern weapons, and he found that Ma San had been holding this pistol in his hand and pinching it to death.

Combined with Ma San's defection to the Kwantung Army in the play, he could fully imagine that in the face of powerful firearms, the belief in practicing martial arts in front of him had been completely destroyed, which was also a problem that all martial arts practitioners in this era had to face.

"A child with such a gun can make my blood splash on the spot, what's the point of me practicing martial arts for so many years?"

Ma San's voice was confused, asking both Zhao Wen and himself.

"Senior brother thinks too highly of firearms in his heart, let alone a child, even if he is the top elite soldier, he is definitely not the opponent of senior brother with a gun alone!"

Zhao Wen could completely hear from Ma San's tone that the other party had deified the power of firearms in his heart, which was also caused by the fact that the martial artists of this era did not know much about firearms.

Raised his hand and took out a pistol and pointed forward: "If you want to use a firearm, the most basic point is to raise your arm and aim at the person with the muzzle of the gun, with the reaction of the senior brother, when the other party is aiming at you, can you react and kill him!" ”

"I'm invincible within ten steps!" Looking at the firearm in his hand, Ma San's tone was proud, but then he smiled bitterly.

Since he saw firearms, he has paid attention to the use of firearms, plus the response of other martial arts people when facing firearms, of course he will not care about a gun, but dozens or hundreds of guns!

practiced martial arts all his life, but finally died at the hands of an ordinary person with a firearm, which is what he can't accept in his heart no matter what.

"Senior brother seems to be confused, when there are no firearms, what is the difference between being surrounded by dozens of crossbow arrows and being surrounded by guns now, the predecessors are not the same and constantly pushing the boundaries of martial arts!"

"But there can't be tens of millions of people who can use crossbow arrows!" Looking out of the courtyard, Ma San's voice was sad.