Infinite Cafetaria Chapter 370

Chapter 370: Divine Capture

　　It turns out that losing a game of cards can really kill someone.

When he experienced novice teaching before, Ma Lu thought this fighting method was quite harmonious and friendly, but in the end it was no different from real fighting.

Of course, Gu Qingyi also said that generally there is no deep hatred, everyone will still compete in the sparring mode, or they can give up halfway when they feel that they can't beat them.

But if it is a formal duel, the other side needs to agree before the fighting can stop.

After understanding the combat mechanism, what Malu is most concerned about now is naturally the channels for obtaining cards. It is best to have a dedicated card store like Yu-Gi-Oh.

But it turned out that he was overthinking. The cards in this plane were all cultivated by the warriors themselves. Well... maybe there are experts who can forcibly pass on their own internal power cards to others through the method of enlightenment.

Just like Wu Yazi passing on his skills to Xu Zhu.

There are also some evil magic skills that can even steal other people's martial arts and make them your own, but these are very rare exceptions, and generally have many restrictions or side effects when used.

For most ordinary people, if they want to get cards, they can only follow a step-by-step apprenticeship and practice martial arts.

Generally speaking, this place is similar to the martial arts world that Ma Lu has read about in novels, except that the fighting is changed to playing cards.

Oh, and the cultivation here requires the assistance of herbs. Because of this, the value of herbs is quite high.

Ma Lu later asked Gu Qingyi for advice on some matters related to cultivation.

Since it didn't involve specific secrets on martial arts, it was just common sense in martial arts, Gu Qingyi didn't hide anything, and he was very generous in explaining Ma Lu's doubts.

"When it comes to practicing martial arts, it depends on one's ability and understanding. Generally speaking, if one's ability and understanding are both good and he practices diligently day and night, he will be able to learn a martial art in about six months.

"Well, that means practicing the cards, but what you get at this time is only the lowest level card, which only has basic effects and the lowest values. You need to continue practicing to increase the level of martial arts before you can master the martial arts. The real power comes out.”

"So how many levels of martial arts are there?" Ma Lu continued to ask.

"General martial arts basically reach the top after reaching the sixth or seventh level. Some farmers even reach the third or fourth level after practicing all the styles, and cannot improve further.

"And some famous sects in the world have some martial arts that can be practiced to the eighth or ninth level. As for world-famous sects such as Shaolin, Wudang, and Cangjian Pavilion, they have magical secrets that can be practiced to the tenth level.

"As for going higher, there are rumors that there are some more powerful peerless magical skills that may be able to be practiced to the eleventh or second level, but they have almost been lost."

"And it doesn't mean that the higher the level, the better. Even if you practice since childhood, if you can master two or three martial arts to the top in your forties or fifties, you can already be called a martial arts wizard.

"Most people can't even practice a martial art to perfection in their entire lives."

Gu Qingyi's words completely gave up the idea of cultivating on his own.

As a tourist, he only stays here for more than ten hours each time. Even if he is a unique martial arts genius in this small amount of time, he will not be able to achieve anything famous.

Now Malu could only hope that the golden finger he waved out this time would give him another hand, but until now, there has been no movement on his plug-in.

The two chatted for a while, and the rain outside the temple became heavier and heavier. Gu Qingyi took out the dry food he had brought with him and gave some to Ma Lu.

After eating, she swallowed a pill, leaned against the pillar and began to meditate.

A moment ago, Gu Qingyi was practicing seriously, but soon she felt sleepy.

She had been on the road during the day and had hardly rested during the journey. Now when she closed her eyes, she could no longer hold on and tilted her head to sleep. Gu Qingyi didn't know how long he had slept when he was suddenly awakened by a quarrel.

When she opened her eyes, she saw two disciples of the Songxi Sword Sect confronting people from the Xingtong Escort Agency. The two sides were at war with each other, and they were already wielding weapons against each other, and they were about to start a fight.

One of the disciples of the Songxi Sword Sect angrily shouted, "Shen Thief, you actually harmed my senior brother. Are you trying to make an enemy of our Songxi Sword Sect?!"

Although Shen Zhou was also holding a big gun, he didn't seem to have much intention to fight with the opponent. He was more interested in protecting himself.

His solemn expression revealed a trace of helplessness at this time, "There must be some misunderstanding here. I have no enmity with He Shaoxia, why should I kill him?"

"There is no injustice," another disciple of the Songxi Sword Sect also said angrily, "When my senior brother came in, he casually said that he had never heard of the Xingtong Escort Agency. You must have harbored a grudge at that time.

Shen Zhou smiled bitterly when he heard this, "Mr. Shen is not so narrow-minded. We escorts pay attention to being friendly and making money, making more friends and less enemies. How could I commit murder and make enemies with the noble sect for nothing after just a few quarrels." "

Everyone else was also woken up by their argument at this time.

Gu Qingyi's eyes under the bamboo hat lit up again, like a cat smelling a fishy smell.

She reached out and took out the iron plate of the iron door in her arms, held it in front of her, and gave a loud shout.

"The Iron-clad Gatekeeper is here! What happened?"

Without waiting for anyone to answer, Gu Qingyi had already rushed into the crowd. She saw the two disciples of the Songxi Sword Sect with headless corpses at their feet.

Judging by his attire, it was clearly He Qisheng who was showing off his power in the ruined temple not long ago.

Gu Qingyi couldn't help but take a breath when he saw He Qisheng's empty and bleeding neck.

"It must be a vendetta for such a cruel attack!"

The two Songxi Sword Sect disciples became even more excited when they heard her words and surrounded Shen Zhou.

"The detective said it was a vendetta. You are the only one in this ruined temple who has a grudge against us! So the murderer must be you."

Shen Zhou's expression changed slightly, "This matter really has nothing to do with me. Shen has been sleeping in the temple and has never left the temple."

Upon hearing this, Gu Qingyi turned to look at the two Songxi Sword Sect disciples, "Where did you find the body of your senior brother?"

"Right, right behind the ruined temple." One of the dark-skinned men said, "Senior brother went out to get up at night and didn't come back for a long time, so we went out to look for him and found his body."

"When did your senior brother go out?"

"I can't remember clearly. We were already asleep at that time. I just vaguely heard from my senior brother that we had to go outside to relieve ourselves. It would be inconvenient for women in the temple." Another tall and thin disciple said.

"I also woke up due to peeing, and then I realized that senior brother hadn't come back, so I pushed junior brother Ji to wake up and went out to look for him with him."

"So you actually don't know when our senior brothers were killed."

Gu Qingyi then looked at the other people in the temple, "What about you, did any of you see He Shaoxia going out?"

(End of chapter)

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