DreamersGN Chapter 198 Concentration Pill Doubts About Life
Chapter 198 Concentration Pill Doubts About Life
Mo Ruzhi opened the medicine bottle, smelled it, and the slightly dizzy brain that had just woken up instantly became much more awake.
Surprise flashed in Mo Ruzhi's eyes.
Poured one into the palm of his hand, Mo Ruzhi looked down.
This elixir is the size of soybeans, pure white and flawless, if you don't look carefully, you may think it is a round and flawless pearl.
After pouring it out, the smell is stronger.
Mo Ruzhi's huge spiritual power seemed to be a little more solidified.
Sure enough, it deserves the name of "Concentration Pill".
That's right, the elixir that he got at the sign-in this time was not the elixir of returning to the gods, but the elixir of concentration that Mo Ruzhi yearned for.
Concentration Pill is also a pill to restore mental power.
In terms of restoring mental power, Huishen Pill is the younger brother in front of Ningshen Pill.
The Concentration Pill does not only have this function.
Ningshen Pill has the effect of consolidating and tempering spiritual power.
It is because of this function that it was named Ningshen Pill.
Instead of Huishen Pill 2.0.
Mo Ruzhi didn't dare to leave the Concentration Pill outside for too long.
In case the effect of the medicine is damaged, he has nowhere to cry.
Mo Ruzhi hurriedly put the elixir back into the medicine bottle, plugged the lid tightly, and put it in the ring.
Mo Ruzhi felt itchy.
He is a wounded person, so he shouldn't be called so early, if he has time.
Mo Ruzhi jumped out of bed and locked the door.
For warriors, if they wanted to enter a house, even ten chains would not be able to lock it.
But this is the City Lord's Mansion of Jiuding City, as long as you are not a fool, once you push the door and see that the door is locked, you will not come in without authorization.
After Mo Ruzhi locked the door, he lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and entered the killing field consciously.
After entering the killing field, Mo Ruzhi only felt relaxed all over his body.
Although he knew that only his consciousness entered the killing field...
Perhaps it was because he subconsciously believed that the killing field was the place where he could relax the most.
For Mo Ruzhi, who has many secrets, only he can enter the killing field, so that he can completely relax and let himself go.
Excited, Mo Ruzhi directly turned on the killing mode, killed until the sky was dark, and his mental power was almost exhausted before he remembered the business.
Mo Ruzhi immediately ended the killing mode and started the creative mode.
An ordinary-looking warrior appeared in front of him.
Mo Ruzhi rubbed his wrists and approached the warrior step by step, his eyes sparkled with excitement.
This is also because warriors in creative mode don't have sanity, if they do, they will probably be scared and run away.
After immersing yourself in something, the sense of time passing is minimized.
When Mo Ruzhi was on the verge of exhaustion and was thrown out of the killing field, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
After blinking, he recovered.
Mo Ruzhi pressed his temple, took out a concentration pill, and threw it into his mouth.
The moment it entered the mouth, surging mental power poured into the sea of consciousness.
Mo Ruzhi was surprised and delighted, not daring to be mistaken, his consciousness instantly sank into the killing field.
Feeling that the brain was about to burst, Mo Ruzhi didn't change the creative mode.
He never thought that one day, what he was worried about was not not enough mental strength, but too much.
In the past, Mo Ruzhi couldn't afford to die because of lack of mental strength.
Every death and rebirth consumes mental power, and killing puppets and killing beasts also consumes mental power.
For this reason, there is no one who is frugal, and every time he squeezes out the last bit of use value of the killing puppet at that time, he will kill it.
And this time.
There is no better way to change your usual habits and just seek a quick solution.
Killing dolls, killing animals, one after another, one after another, one after another.
Mo Ruzhi also died and was reborn countless times.
At the end of his death, Mo Ruzhi had no time to count.
The whole body sank into the hearty battle.
An even-matched opponent with excellent combat awareness, no need to take care of anything, no need to think about anything.
All you need to do is swing your sword, fight, and fight!
It's so refreshing.
Mo Ruzhi desperately injured his chest, and cut off the head of the killing puppet with a sword.
There is no need to rest. After recovering from the injury, the next game will start directly.
Then, as soon as Mo Ruzhi went up, he was blown away...
After a few times, Mo Ruzhi, who had a feverish brain, finally woke up.
He looked at the half-paced starry beast on the opposite side with dull eyes.
Mo Ruzhi was in a daze, but the half-step Fanxing Killing Beast would not let him go if he didn't move.
When Mo Ruzhi appeared on the killing field again, he decisively ended the killing mode.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead - for the sake of realism, as long as it is a physiological * reaction that a person will have, it will appear on the conscious body of the killing field.
During the battle, because of the excitement, there is not much fatigue.
After the end, the excitement faded, and the body limp on the ground.
It's not that he's mentally exhausted, his mental power has never been so full.
It is exhaustion that goes deep into the soul.
Mo was so tired that he closed his eyes, trying to take a break.
Take a break before turning on creative mode.
When he was kicked out of the killing field last time, he already had an idea on how to fill the mysterious ice scroll.
Unexpectedly, when I closed my eyes, I fell asleep...
When he woke up, Mo Ruzhi opened his eyes and found that he was still in the killing field.
Mo Ruzhi turned over and jumped up, carefully observing the conscious body.
He had never slept in a killing field before.
During the time in the killing field, he wished that one second could be turned into two seconds.
He never thought about sleeping in the killing field.
Mo Ruzhi sucked his teeth in distress.
With the time to sleep, maybe the first part of the Xuanbing Secret Scroll has been created.
But after thinking about it, in his previous state, he didn't dare to use the completed exercises for Zhang Chenxing.
What's more, there are nine more, so don't search for them like this.
Mo Ruzhi persuaded him for a long time before he comforted himself.
It's really no wonder that Mo Ruzhi is stingy, it's really a lack of fear.
Mo Ruzhi stretched his waist, it was very comfortable.
Eh?
It was only then that Mo Ruzhi discovered that the phenomenon of too much mental power before had disappeared.
The first reaction was that the Concentration Pill was almost digested.
But when he looked carefully, he found that the long river of spiritual power was wider, and even had the drive to develop towards the sea.
This is just a surprise, besides this, Mo Ruzhi has other feelings.
He somehow felt that his soul was stronger.
Although Mo Ruzhi didn't know what benefits it would bring to his body after his soul became stronger.
But if you think about it with your butt, you know, the benefits are definitely not small.
However, he is not yet qualified to understand this aspect.
Or put it aside and do what you can do now.
For example, complete the Xuanbing Secret Scroll.
Mo Ruzhi soon discovered one thing.
There are many places where he has to think for a long time before he can figure it out.
Now you only need to take a look and ponder a little, and you can figure it out.
He also has a clear idea of how to complete the Xuanbing cheats.
But another problem came out.
There is more than one thought in his head...
With Mo Ruzhi's vision, most of them were directly denied, but there were still three left.
These three naturally have ups and downs, but they are relatively close.
What's more, exercises can't be thought out just by patting your head. You need to work on your body to know whether it is feasible.
But practicing an immature skill is extremely risky, and if you are not careful, you will be seriously injured or even killed.
In order to avoid this tragedy, those who create the exercises will think over and over again, and then dare to experiment a little bit.
Of course, there are some extreme fighters, in order to get the results he wants faster, instead of perfecting the exercises little by little, they find someone, or even kidnap someone to experiment.
There are countless crimes.
However, since the establishment of the Military Department of the Tang Dynasty, such things have become less and less.Up to now, it is almost extinct--of course it is on the surface, but I don't know what's going on behind the scenes.
Creating exercises has never been a simple matter.
If there is no killing field, Mo Ruzhi will be the first.
Unless he can get criminals who have died without guilt, otherwise, he is not cold-blooded enough to experiment on innocent people.
But who let him have the killing field, the big killer of the creative mode.
He didn't kill the useful tools if they were not used.
When Mo Ruzhi was driven out of the killing field, he looked at the roof, feeling like he didn't know what year it was.
The Concentration Pill is really powerful, and the time he stays in the killing field is infinitely prolonged.
How long did he stay... He didn't count, he only knew it was very long.
He grew up to the point where he felt a little strange about the outside world.
He rubbed his face, got up and went to the bathroom.
After taking a shower, I have a real sense of where I am now.
Mo Ruzhi had just come out of the bathroom when there was a knock on the door.
He pulled off a pair of pants and put them on, and went to open the door while wiping his hair.
"Hello, this is you, you, your meal..."
The female warrior in charge of delivering the meals looked up and saw Mo Ruzhi, her face turned red from her ears to her neck, and she couldn't even speak well.
Mo Ruzhi: "..."
"It's troublesome, thank you." Mo Ruzhi reached out to take the rice from the female warrior's hand, thanked her, and closed the door to enter.
The female warrior followed subconsciously, but was almost hit on the nose by the door.
After finally waking up, I realized what I had just done.
His face changed from an apple to a tomato, he stomped his feet, covered his face and ran away.
Halfway through the run, he remembered that the cart was still at the door of Mo Ruzhi, and hesitated.
After weighing it for a moment, I felt that this job was more important, so I ran back and pushed the cart away.
After returning to the room, Mo Ruzhi put the tray on the table, pulled the chair over, and sat down.
The food on the tray was very simple, except for a spiritual fruit, two simple dishes, a large bowl of spiritual rice, and a plate of grilled meat.
The warrior is not injured or sick, so he needs to eat more lightly and explain more.
In order for the wound to heal faster, it is necessary to eat the meat of a different animal with sufficient spiritual power.
Although there are only so many, the quality of the exotic beast meat is very high.For ordinary fireflies, it is enough.
It's just that the cooking method is too rough.
But at this time, you can't ask for too much.
Mo Ruzhi simply tested it, and after confirming that there was no problem with the food, he ate it all.
After he goes up to the southern city wall, he probably won't even be able to eat fried vegetables, but can only eat more convenient barbecue or jerky.
After eating, Mo Ruzhi put the things outside the door directly.
Save it and get it.
Mo Ruzhi sat on a chair, closed his eyes, and started today's practice.
Although Xuanyuan Kung Fu has penetrated into his bone marrow, it can operate automatically when walking, sitting, lying and standing.
But the speed is far inferior to his self-cultivation.
Therefore, Mo Ruzhi did not give up self-cultivation just because Xuanyuan Kung was being practiced at any time.
Gradually the sky turned down, and Mo Ruzhi heaved a sigh of relief after seeing off the last wave of guests.
In the afternoon, he had only practiced for two hours, and people came to see him one after another.
In addition to the master of Modu who fought side by side with him, there were also members of the Third Armed Forces.
Chen Lin, the boss of the Third Armed Forces, also came here.
After putting the things in his hand on the table, Chen Lin sat on the chair and stared at Mo Ruzhi.
The expression on his face seemed very plain, but his eyes gave him away.
After saying a few words of thanks, Chen Lin ran away on the pretext that there were too many things to do.
Only General Zhao was left to smooth things over for Chen Lin with an embarrassed face.
Mo Ruzhi expressed that he didn't care, and changed the subject of the topic.
Turned to ask about the loss of personnel of the Third and Fifth Army.
Hearing what Mo Ruzhi said, the embarrassment on General Zhao's face disappeared, leaving only sadness.
He heaved a long sigh.
"Ugh."
Depressed.
"This time in the Third Armed Forces, 600 people were slightly injured, 300 people were seriously injured, and they died..."
Speaking of the death toll, General Zhao paused, then turned to look out the window, "6000 people..."
The smile on Mo Ruzhi's lips gradually disappeared.
Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, when he heard the exact number, his heart felt as if he had been pinched severely.
Neither of them spoke, and the room fell into dead silence.
After a while, Mo Ruzhi raised his head, his voice hoarse, "General Zhao."
Looking at General Zhao outside the window, when he heard Mo Ruzhi calling him, he woke up in a start, and secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve before turning his head.
"Master Mo?"
Mo Ruzhi pretended not to see his small movements.
"If I leave here, do I need to be greeted by the City Lord's Mansion?"
Hearing Mo Ruzhi's words, General Zhao nodded in agreement, "In your current state, you should indeed return to Mowu to heal your wounds."
Mo Ruzhi: "?"
Mo Ruzhi's head is full of question marks.
General Zhao thought that he had exposed Mo Ruzhi's secret and made him feel embarrassed, so he hurriedly said, "Master Mo, don't worry, with the number of enemies you have killed, no one will say anything even if you leave now. What's more, you are seriously injured. It should be for Lanxing to recuperate."
Only then did Mo Ruzhi realize that General Zhao had misunderstood, and he couldn't laugh or cry, "General Zhao, you are mistaken, I don't plan to go back, at least not right now."
"Then you..." General Zhao had a guess in his mind.
Mo Ruzhi said: "I want to go directly to the south gate, I..."
"No!" General Zhao stood up abruptly, his eyes widened, "Absolutely not!"
General Zhao yelled back the half of what Mo Ruhou said.
He had never seen General Zhao so angry.
General Zhao saw Mo Ruzhi looking at him in surprise, breaking away from his anger.
General Zhao didn't have time to mourn, and mourned that his good image in Mo Ruzhi's heart was about to disappear, so he immediately started persuading him.
Try to get Mo Ruzhi to give up the idea of meeting the South Gate.
Doesn't General Zhao want more powerful helpers?
Of course he wanted to.
If Mo Ruzhi was intact, he would naturally not object.
But Mo Ruzhi was seriously injured at this time.
In particular, it was mental strength that was injured.
At that time, the battle was over and General Zhao went back to find Mo Ruzhi.
Mo Ruzhi was unconscious.
However, there were almost no injuries on his body. General Zhao thought that he was caused by the exhaustion of both Qi and physical strength.
But after careful inspection, it was found that Mo Ruzhi was extremely abundant in both true energy and physical strength.
He didn't know until he was sent to the military doctor that Mo Ruzhi was not physically injured, but mentally exhausted.
General Zhao immediately thought of Mo Ruzhi's three scissors that decided the outcome of the battle.
No need to think about it, it must be because he overdrawn his spiritual power in order to successfully kill the three strange beasts.
General Zhao was terrified.
For warriors, physical injuries can range from mild to severe, but as long as they don't die on the spot and don't lack parts, they will recover sooner or later.
But mental damage is not necessarily the case.
Many mental injuries, as long as the injury is a lifetime.
To be more serious, I won't be able to wake up in this life, and I can only be a healthy vegetable.
General Zhao immediately sent Mo Ruzhi and Wen Yanhong to the temporary hospital in Jiuding City Lord's Mansion.
Until the doctor told General Zhao that although Mo Ruzhi was overdrawn, miraculously, he did not cause much damage.
As long as you take care of yourself with peace of mind, you have the opportunity to return to the original state.
General Zhao felt relieved.
Now General Zhao felt that he was at ease.
Also afraid that directly refusing would hurt Mo Ruzhi's hard-hearted heart, General Zhao tried his best to think about how to persuade Mo Ruzhi.
Here, Mo Ruzhi knew what General Zhao was worried about just by looking at his expression.
Then allay his worries.
Mo Ruzhi chuckled and said, "Don't worry, General Zhao, my mental strength has recovered."
After listening to General Zhao, he was not surprised, but frowned first.
He was afraid that he would be young and vigorous, and the less others told him to do something, he would do it.
Although after getting along these two days, General Zhao felt that Mo Ruzhi was very mature, and he didn't seem to be such an impulsive person.
But after all, there are only two days, how can I see a person clearly.
General Zhao opened and closed his mouth.
He had to think it through before speaking, and try not to make Mo Ruzhi more rebellious.
Seeing General Zhao's vigilant look, Mo Ruzhi burst out laughing.
"General Zhao thinks I'm an impulsive and brainless person?"
General Zhao immediately denied, "How could that be?"
He said so in his mouth, but he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
Mo Ruzhi can't convince him by talking about it.
He reached out and grabbed General Zhao.
General Zhao subconsciously wanted to hide, but he couldn't dodge, watching helplessly as Mo Ruzhi grabbed his arm.
A wave of spiritual force passed into his body.
General Zhao's mental power automatically resisted the external "invaders", but when the two spiritual powers came into contact, a scene that General Zhao couldn't believe happened.
That gentle spiritual force instantly turned into the sharpest sword.
Cleanly strangled General Zhao's mental strength.
On the one hand, the strength of the spiritual power of both parties has a conclusion.
Mo Ruzhi had a taste of it, withdrew his mental power and let go of General Zhao at the same time.
After being released, General Zhao still kept the same action just now.
He was stunned.
He, the master who vacated the eighth floor, competed with a firefly in mental strength, and lost?
Moreover, that firefly's spiritual power was severely injured.
What's wrong with this world?
Is he dreaming?
But if he is a grand master who vacates the eighth floor, he can't even feel whether he is dreaming or not.
Isn't that a joke!
General Zhao was completely suspicious of his life.
Mo Ruzhi was afraid that General Zhao's heart couldn't take it anymore, so he quickly explained: "General Zhao, in fact, most of my mental strength has recovered."
"Before I came, my uncle was worried about me and gave me a pill that can restore my mental power. It was because of this backhand that I dared to use the Golden Snake Scissors recklessly."
"An elixir to restore mental power?" General Zhao murmured.
"Correct."
Mo Ruzhi took a pill bottle from the ring.
There is no logo on it, it is the most common kind.
Mo Ruzhi opened it and put it under General Zhao's nose.
Before General Zhao took a deep sniff, a scent of medicine passed into his nostrils.
He subconsciously took a big breath, his spirit lifted.
Even the smell is effective, what if you eat it?
Mo Ruzhi didn't lie, this is really a pill to restore mental power.
No wonder, Mo Ruzhi didn't look sluggish today.
Before, General Zhao didn't reflect it because of his heavy heart. Thinking about it now, Mo Ruzhi's behavior is indeed not like a person in the eyes of a mentally impaired person.
After confirming that Mo Ruzhi was fine, General Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.
Nor did he stop Mo Ruzhi from returning to the south gate.
To be honest, General Zhao wished that Mo Ruzhi would go back now.
Mo Ruzhi was the one who killed the three great flying beasts in a row.
Don't care if they used a magic weapon or not.
Even if ordinary people get magic weapons, they can't contract them.
With such a formidable task, the pressure on the Third Armed Forces was instantly reduced by sitting at the south gate.
However, General Zhao had a doubt in his mind.
He told himself not to ask if he didn't tell, but he didn't ask, and his heart was still itchy.
In the end, General Zhao's rationality did not outweigh his curiosity after all.
He coughed, "Master Mo, I want to ask you a question. Of course, if you don't want to answer, you don't have to. I'm just curious."
Mo Ruzhi laughed, "Does General Zhao want to ask, who is my uncle?"
General Zhao nodded again and again, clapped his palms and sighed, "Zongshi Mo, you are really smart."
The corner of Mo Ruzhi's mouth twitched, wondering if he should tell General Zhao, he was smart enough to accept it, so forget it.
He still cherishes his few hairs.
But thinking that General Zhao probably doesn't surf the Internet much, and doesn't know about certain stalks on the Internet, he swallowed it back.
Mo Ruzhi didn't beat around the bush, and said directly: "You should have heard of my uncle."
"Oh?" General Zhao became even more curious.
Mo Ruzhi announced the answer: "Qi Luo."
"Oh, Qiluo." General Zhao rubbed his chin, "This name is indeed familiar..."
General Zhao couldn't continue speaking, and looked up at Mo Ruzhi stupidly.
"It's that Qiluo..."
Mo Ruzhi nodded, "If there is no second person named Qiluo, then the two of us are talking about the same Qiluo."
"Minister Qi Luo of the Ministry of Armed Forces?" At the end of the speech, General Zhao's lips trembled a little.
Mo Ruzhi nodded.
General Zhao took a deep breath.
"You turned out to be Minister Qi Luo's nephew?"
General Zhao was shocked at first, but soon there was no surprise on his face.
"With Master Mo's talent, only Minister Qi Luo can teach him."
Mo Ruzhi smiled indifferently, and thought to himself: I am using the identity of Uncle Qi Luo to raise the banner again.
Not to mention, it's really easy to use when it's critical.
Suddenly, General Zhao thought of something, "I remember Minister Qi Luo's master is Great Master He. Besides Minister Qi Luo, Grand Master He has only one apprentice. But isn't that apprentice missing?"
Mo Ruzhi: "..."