Chapter 8: Fundamental PRG players

The female ghost named Yang Qing did not dare to move, for fear that Zhao Shi would stabb her through with a sword behind her.
"My son, is this a female ghost?"
Zhao Ling'er looked at Yang Qing, who was so transparent as jelly, with some curiosity, and even poked Yang Qing's towering chest with her finger.
"pain!"
When Zhao Ling'er’s fingers full of energy and blood touched Yang Qing, a trace of blue smoke burst out of her body, causing Yang Qing to let out a cry of pain. Tears flowed down, but she still did not dare to move. He could give Zhao Ling'er a bitter look.
"Ok"
Zhao Shi nodded
"This is a second-order ghost, but I don't know why it is very smart and has complete wisdom.
Such a little devil with complete wisdom is very rare.
Not to mention that she also has a talent for illusion, if those evil cultivators who like to raise ghosts are caught, I don't know what to be happy about. "
Zhao Ling'er exclaimed: "Is it so valuable?"
In Zhao Ling'er's eyes, the monks were like gods, and they were very precious to them. That was extremely precious.
"Yes, it's so valuable."
Zhao Shi gently patted Yang Qing with the back of his sword, patted her soul trembling wildly.
Then he commanded with a slightly murderous voice: "Miss Yang Qing, get smaller and live in that red orb."
Zhao Shi pointed at a red bloodstone hanging behind his sword hilt. This bloodstone was a mortal orb and had a weak ability to accumulate ghosts.
"Ok."
Yang Qing glanced at Zhao Shi pitifully, Zhao Shi was unmoved, charming and useless.
Seeing this, she had no choice but to turn into a plume of blue smoke and get into the bloodstone.
"what happened?"
"Who is fighting?"
Although Zhao Shi and Yang Qing, the female ghost fighting for a short time, the movement was not small, and the traveler and shopkeeper Li were immediately awakened.
Zhao Shi was impatient to deal with these things, and said to Zhao Ling'er: "Ling'er, go and deal with it, just say that I got an assassin here."
"Oh, I see, son."
Zhao Ling'er answered honestly.
This sister-in-law Liang was not interested in other things except martial arts, so she did what Zhao Shi said.
Zhao Shi sat cross-legged on the bed, with his long sword crossed at his waist and closed his eyes to continue practicing. He was sure to advance to the early stage skin refining realm with the help of the weak spiritual power from the long sword in his hand before dawn.
Zhao Shi's breathing gradually stabilized. The 639 muscles of his body are being tempered a little bit and become stronger. All the muscles of the body are exercised together, which perfectly ensures the coordination and consistency of the body and allows the strength to gather in a little change. It's no longer difficult.
One hour, two hours, Zhao Shi was still practicing till late at night.
More than practicing, Zhao Shi, who is accustomed to practicing, has long learned to get used to and enjoy loneliness.
This game is not a game where you can learn all the exercises with a little skill icon. Only the smartest and most accustomed to loneliness can stand at the top.
After midnight, when the time came, Zhao Shi gradually entered a deep sleep. He is still a mortal now, and must ensure enough sleep to be stronger.
Different from others, he only needs two hours of deep sleep to keep energetic all day long.
In the middle of the night, Wan Lai was silent, and occasionally there was a dog barking far away.
Unlike human beings, Yang Qing became more energetic in the middle of the night, and even the seriously injured body recovered a bit. She carefully popped out her spiritual consciousness to scan her surroundings.
There is no danger ahead.
There is no danger behind.
The people below have fallen into deep sleep, with normal blood flow, smooth breathing, and relaxed muscles, not pretending to sleep.
Even when Zhao Shi was asleep, he still sat cross-legged straight, with the long sword on his knees, and the moonlight shone on the snow-white sword and reflected silver light.
A red bloodstone was tied to the end of the sword hilt. Under the silver moonlight, a small woman's head slowly emerged, getting bigger, and then the body and legs were pulled out.
But Zhao Shi still did not respond, still breathing smoothly and falling asleep.
Yang Qing watched Zhao Shi's sleepy cross-knee, the hideous color on his face flashed away, but he showed fear again. He hesitated for a while, still did not dare to attack Zhao Shi, as soon as his body floated, he wanted to get out of the moonlight by the window Escape from Zhao Shi's side.
"I……"
Only when she moved, a snow-white sword tip appeared on her neck, stiffening her body and daring not to move.
She swallowed a mouthful of non-existent saliva, turned around slowly, feeling the more icy long sword on her neck, and said with difficulty: "Forgive me, spare my life, I will never run away again."
She was about to cry. This was so horrifying, who was the ghost?
Zhao Shi gave Yang Qing a cold look: "The last time, the next time is death. Do you understand?"
"Understand, understand, the servant understands."
Yang Qing's little chicken nodded as if pecking at the rice, and without waiting for Zhao Shi to speak, he cleverly got into the bloodstone of the long sword hilt without daring to move.
Yang Qing, who got in, patted her chest with a lingering expression. She almost felt that she was about to die, and she didn't dare to run out anymore.
Zhao Shi slowly closed his eyes, and fell into deep sleep again after a while. For a master, not only is he able to fight, but whether he can sleep well is also a very important ability.
...
The next morning, when the sky was just getting bright, Zhao Shi left the Tongfu Inn and flew towards Beiqiu County with a horse-drawn carriage waiting at the place of Fatty Li and his wife.
The closer she got to the county seat, the more disturbed the expression on Zhao Ling'er's face. She glanced at Zhao Shi, who was still cultivating, and couldn't help but said: "My son, yesterday the man with the axe said that Steward Wu had been to Heifengzhai."
"Ok"
"My son, Steward Wu is the eldest lady's maiden family and has always been trusted by her. Many shameful things are left to him."
Zhao Shi, who steadily sat cross-legged on the bumpy carriage, opened his eyes, and a light blue attribute panel appeared in front of him.
Name: Zhao Shi
Realm: Pre-refining skin refining realm
Strength: 1.3
Physique: 1.2
Spirituality: 1.5
Mana: 0
Skills: None
Passive: S-level kendo talent, increasing kendo attack power by 20%.
Equipment: ordinary iron sword (no fret)
'After a night of training, strength increased by 0.2, physique increased by 0.2, and formally entered the first realm of skin refining in the three realms of body refining. This is the data accumulated with aura with talent. The flesh-refining realm of the second realm involves meridians, and it can no longer be so simple and rude to cultivate. ’
‘Actually, I can practice Immortal Dao exercises directly, but I don’t have exercises in this world, and I can’t do them.
Because as a king, you must practice the exercises that you have created that are completely suitable for you. This is an important condition for the later stage.
Immortal Dao becomes more difficult as it reaches the later stage, and the hardships suffered today will be rewarded one by one after the advanced stage. ’
Zhao Shi silently thought about his cultivation, and said casually: "Ling'er, I know what the eldest lady is treating me badly, but my father called me and I had to go."
In fact, this kind of high martial arts world practice is strictly preserved, and it is hard to find anywhere, but to create your own practice, you must create your own practice with reference to the practice of this world.
Don't think that the player can get the exercises at will, the system does not give any preferential treatment, what to do or how to do it.
Moreover, actions involving pornography, drugs, and massacres cannot be taken, because this is a healthy game principle stipulated by a certain General Administration of Culture and Health.
The player is too difficult.
"Hello, I am a flying snail, do you have any help?"
Just as the three of Zhao Shi came to the city gate and were about to go home, a young man dressed in tattered linen stopped Zhao Shi's carriage and asked sincerely.
He has a name on his head, Flying Snail. There was another person behind him, and a name appeared on his head.
These words can only be seen by the player.