The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 22 Iron Shirt

If you want to do big things at night, of course you have to have an epic upgrade first.

Wang Wen sent Xu Ergou and others away, returned to the dormitory alone, and called out the Yinchaling.

【Yin Cha Ling】

[Achievements: 23]

[Yin De: 8]

Yin God: (empty)

[Hundred Schools: Black Tiger Fist (Fourth Level) (+), Six-Combination Spear (Mastery) (+), Iron Shirt (Beginner's Practice) (+)]

In the room of Lichunyuan, only small guns can be fired, not large guns, so the Liuhe large gun is the first to be ruled out.

With only the Black Tiger Fist and Iron Shirt left, the choice is not difficult.

Black Tiger Fist is powerful.

Iron vest can withstand it.

Improving the Black Tiger Fist can indeed enhance his overall strength and further expand his advantage.

However, the embarrassing experience of being beaten and forced to flee twice made him realize the bible of recklessness: "You can only output if you can stand your ground."

And every few days I was beaten up and covered in wounds, which was painful, embarrassing, and delayed...

Besides, with his achievements, improving the Black Tiger Fist would probably be a one-time deal.

Not only can he improve the Iron Shirt, it can be used two or three times, but it can also leave him some energy for improving the Palm Thunder after he masters the Palm Thunder.

"It's up to you!"

Wang Wen's mind moved: "Iron Shirt, charge for me!"

The glittering plus sign sank, and the familiar scenes of training in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer emerged from his mind.

In those scenes, he was either being beaten or taking medicine...

At the same time, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation all over his body as if he had been electrocuted.

The feeling, which he couldn't tell whether it was itchy or painful, gave him goosebumps all over his body.

But this tingling sensation came and went quickly. Wang Wengang couldn't help but scratch his chest with his hand, and the tingling sensation disappeared.

"Is this gone?"

He raised his hands in surprise and saw that his skin had become very rough and prickly to the touch.

Looking at the Yincha Order again, there were only 20 merit points left, and the Iron Shirt had become the first level.

The first time I added points, I spent 3 points, which was half more than the 2 points I spent on the Liuhe Rifle.

It is worthy of being an external skill that needs to be combined with external and internal medicine to be practiced normally, and the consumption is greater than that of ordinary martial arts!

"Also, why did it become heavier again?"

Wang Wen scratched his head, somewhat confused about the martial arts classification mechanism of Yin Cha Ling.

He stared at the three martial arts and pondered for a moment, then wondered uncertainly, "Could it be the difference between a technique and a skill?"

Although martial arts and kung fu are often confused, in fact, martial arts is martial arts and kung fu is kung fu.

Wu is a technique to injure the enemy and protect yourself.

Gong is a method of strengthening oneself.

Although the Black Tiger Fist is called a fist, it is a martial art that combines body and function, which can kill enemies and protect oneself, and can also cultivate hidden power.

In sharp contrast to the Black Tiger Fist is the Liuhe Spear.

Liuhe Spear is a pure technique. Even if one can reach the high level of being able to strike a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix with one spear, it is probably difficult to reach the threshold of the dark realm.

"Forget it, I'll think about it later."

Wang Wen quickly gave up the idea of ​​getting to the bottom of things and instead focused on getting stronger: "Iron Shirt, keep charging!"

With a flash of thought, another 6 points of merit turned into water, giving him a tingling sensation like an electric shock.

"Woooooooo..."

He rolled his eyes and trembled all over. The goose bumps on his body were so dense that they were visible to the naked eye. It took a while for them to gradually disappear.

He instinctively raised his arms to take a closer look and saw that a thick layer of stratum corneum had grown on the epidermis, which felt like dead skin to the touch.

Looking at the Yincha Order again, there were only 14 merit points left. The "+" sign behind the Black Tiger Fist had turned to stone, but the "+" signs behind the Liuhe Spear and Iron Shirt were still lit.

"continue!"

He pressed the "+" button with his mind, watched the last 14 points of merit vanish into thin air, then closed his eyes and prepared to power on.

But now, along with those scenes of being beaten and standing still while practicing martial arts, what appeared was no longer the tingling sensation like an electric shock, but a tightening of the skin and a surge of heat in the body.

"Hidden power?"

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, enduring the intense pain of his skin being pulled, but in his heart he thought in ecstasy: "Is this from the outside in?"

The standard for mastering almost all external skills is to develop internal energy strength from simple muscle and bone strength, starting from the outside and working your way up to the inside.

The same is true for Black Tiger Fist and Iron Shirt!
This time, the strange feeling lasted for an unusually long time and was extremely torturous...

Wang Wen was almost exhausted from the pushing. The sweat from his body wet a small area of ​​the ground beneath him. The pain of his skin being pulled gradually subsided.

He fell on the dining table with a bang, his eyes lifeless and his mouth wide open, breathing heavily like a fish that had come ashore. It took him a while to recover.

"tui..."

He spat out a mouthful of blood, raised his arms for a closer look, and saw that the skin on his arms was cracked in large patches, and had an abnormal grayish-white color.

He was startled and hurriedly reached out to rub it hard, but he rubbed off a large piece of dry and cracked dead skin, revealing a piece of white and delicate skin. Looking closely, it seemed to be emitting a white skin with a luster as bright as jade.

Seeing this patch of skin, he instinctively covered his face with his hands. Feeling the skin on his face cracked in countless patches, he finally said with great joy: "From now on, please call me Uncle Daniel Wu, the ancestor of the Yangzhou branch!"

……

Lean less.

After washing up, Wang Wen changed into a clean black suit with patterned patterns and sat down at the round table again. He looked around with a beaming expression, turning his hands over and over again.

At this moment, he has lost a lot of weight. Not only have the thick calluses on his elbows and other places left by years of martial arts training been shed, but even the fat on his face accumulated from years of overeating has been reduced a lot. It is as if all the beauty effects such as skin smoothing, face slimming, and whitening have been turned on. If it were not for that sharp and tough temperament, he would be completely different from before!
He admired his fair and slender hands for a long time before finally lighting the oil lamp, pulling out his official sword and carefully disinfecting it over the flame.

After he wiped off the black burn marks on the blade, he carefully placed the blade on his left arm.

Hey, the oily skin is not even scratched!
He tentatively slid the blade lightly across his arm.

Hey, the oily skin is not even scratched!

He finally gained some courage, pressed the blade against his arm, closed his eyes and pulled slightly.

Oh, it still doesn’t hurt?

He opened his eyes in surprise and took a closer look, only to see a very light white shadow on his arm, the kind that would be invisible without a careful look.

"Fuck, that's awesome!" He shouted excitedly, and then he mobilized his internal energy to protect his arm, and swung his knife and chopped it hard on his left arm.

All I heard was a dull "bang", which sounded very much like the sound of an axe hitting a wooden stake.

This time, Wang Wen stared with his eyes wide open without blinking, and clearly saw the whole process of the blade cutting his left arm and curling the blade, but only leaving a faint white mark on his left arm.

He was so shocked that he kept saying "Oh my god" and was stunned by the powerful protective effect of the triple iron shirt!
He dared to guarantee that apart from the hidden force in that strike, he really did not hold back!

Even without the inertia of the weapon's swing, his divine power minus the inertia was still roughly equivalent to Xu Ergou's all-out chop!
Haven’t you seen that even the official swords issued by the Imperial Astronomical Observatory have been chopped to pieces?
Such a blow only barely scratched his oily skin!
No wonder the Iron Shirt is known to be easy to learn but difficult to master, yet so many martial artists flock to it!

This effect is truly amazing, and it is no exaggeration to call it "invulnerable to swords and guns"!

The only nemesis is probably heavy weapons like whips, maces and hammers...

But this is only the third level of iron shirt!

If we wait until the fourth or fifth level...

Wang Wen had already imagined the joyful scene where the enemy finally broke through his armor, only to find that he was even harder than the armor!
……

"Damn, bro!"

Xu Ergou looked at the smug Wang Wen in shock, and said in disbelief, "You're still putting on makeup when you go to the Lichunyuan? What? You're not going to pay tonight?"

Wang Wen's face froze, and he shouted angrily, "What the hell do you know? I've mastered a magical skill that makes me invulnerable to swords and guns, okay?"

Xu Ergou rolled his eyes and sneered, "Just brag as much as you want! What magical power can make a piece of black charcoal head turn into a white-faced rabbit doll?"

"envy!"

Wang Wen stiffened his neck and sneered disdainfully, "You're just jealous because I'm more handsome than you. Even if you pay, few prostitutes will be willing to take you in!"

Xu Ergou got angry and said loudly with his neck stiffened: "You're talking nonsense! Cuihong said last time that she likes men!"

Wang Wen angrily said, "How dare you say that? Do you know how much your pot of Mingqian Longjing tea costs? Three taels of silver is just feeding a dog. Even the dog says it likes your taste..."

Xu Ergou: "Slander! You're just jealous of Cuihong and how proud she is of me. She let me stay overnight even without paying..."

Zhang Qing, who had already changed into a flashy outfit and was scratching his head like a red-bottomed monkey, couldn't help but interrupt when he saw the two brothers talking nonsense endlessly: "Brother, my dear brothers, can we set off now? If we're any later, we'll have to drink those bastards' foot washing water!"

"What are you so anxious about? Look at yourself, you look like a scoundrel, you don't even look like an officer!"

Wang Wen pretended to scold him, but then laughed and said, "Don't worry, I've already asked San Dao to book the whole place. Tonight, Lichunyuan will only accept us men!"

"Brother Tiger is awesome!"

"Brother Tiger is mighty!"

"Godfather, I've been wandering for half my life..."

Wang Wen raised his head and waved his hands in a haughty manner: "Stop talking nonsense. Do you still remember the business?"

"Remember to remember!"

"How could I possibly forget..."

Zhang Qing approached Wang Wen with a sly look in his eyes and opened his shirt: "Brother Hu, do you think I'm awesome?"

Wang Wen shook his head: "No!"

Zhang Qing:? ? ?
Xu Ergou: "Brother, stop messing around, let's talk business... Brothers, pull them up and show Brother Hu!"

Upon hearing this, the group of assassins all opened their clothes, revealing the chain mail they were wearing underneath.

Such a weapon is rarely seen among the common people, but it is just a regular equipment in the Dusi Tianjian.

Wang Wen glanced around, a smirk on his face and a sense of superiority rising in his heart: "Great minds think alike!"

He opened his clothes, and he was wearing chain mail underneath his black robe with fierce patterns!
Seeing this, a group of assassins all laughed sinisterly.

"Okay, let's go!"

Wang Wen waved his hand with great vigor. People who didn't know would probably think that they were going to suppress the bandits!
……

"Hey, my little enemy, you're here at last!"

The charming old procuress saw Wang Wen from afar and came out to greet him, waving her handkerchief joyfully: "Girls, Master Tiger is here!"

Wang Wen was also overjoyed, feeling like he was alive again. He stepped forward and grabbed the madam's hand, refusing to let go: "Oh, Aunt Hua, I miss you so much!"

"Hate!"

The madam feigned shyness and punched his chest with her little fist: "You only know how to talk nonsense and tease Aunt Hua!"

Wang Wen laughed and said, "What are you talking about? I respect you in my heart!"

The madam said: "I think you want to respect me by putting me on the bed?"

Wang Wen: “Hehehe…”

"Oh, Master Tiger, you're finally here!"

The crowd entered the gate of Lichunyuan, and in an instant, a large group of beautiful women rushed out waving handkerchiefs, forcibly pushing aside Xu Ergou, Zhang Qing and others, surrounding Wang Wen and dragging him inside.

Wang Wen struggled hard, not knowing where to put his hands: "Ergou, look at me, look at me!"

Xu Ergou immediately grabbed a handful of silver from his arms and raised it high above his head: "I have everything, I have everything!"

"Hey, Brother Dog..."

"Hahaha, bring out the good wine and good food, I'm not short of money, I won't go home until I'm drunk tonight!"

"Qing'er, sister loves you..."

It is said that the man has feelings, the woman has intentions, dry wood and fire, and they become an adulterer...

Bright lights, dancing figures, brisk string music, and hearty laughter, under the bright moonlight as the lanterns are just coming on, interweave into a beautiful, dreamlike picture.

Countless men who walked through this place were so stimulated by the soft light that their mouths became dry and they spat vigorously, cursing indignantly: "Damn it, I'll drink you to death!"

The moon was at its zenith, and the atmosphere in Lichun Courtyard reached its climax. Just as many popular events were about to take place, a black-clad Sitian Guard came galloping in and suddenly reined in his horse at the gate of Lichun Courtyard: "Whoa!"

The strong horse stood up, and the knight jumped off the horse, rushed into Lichun Courtyard with sword drawn, and shouted urgently: "Master Wang, there is an important matter. The master summons Master Wang to return to the yamen immediately to mobilize the troops!"

"damn it!"

On the second floor, Wang Wen, who was crookedly sitting on a soft couch, slammed the table with a red face and shouted angrily, "Why didn't you come earlier or later? Why did you come at this time? Aren't you acting like a big shot?"

It was so urgent and angry that it was hard to say whether there was any acting in the roar.

In an instant, the noisy sounds of stringed instruments and laughter on the second floor came to an abrupt end. Everyone looked timidly at Wang Wen, who was as furious as a lion, and dared not say a word.

Finally, the madam rushed over after hearing the news. She slapped the pale-faced girl and sat down next to him. She held his arm with one hand, gently stroked his cheek with the other, and whispered softly, "Erhu, the girls aren't running away, so why should we rush? Official business and your future are more important. Okay? Come back soon. Next time you come, I'll leave the door open for you!"

"You said that yourself, but next time I come back I'm really going to come in!"

Wang Wen raised his eyebrows, and after several breaths, he forced a lecherous smile and said, then he picked up the thumb cup in front of him and drank it all in one gulp. Then he threw down the wine cup, grabbed the official sword and stood up: "Brothers, let's go back to the yamen!"

Everyone responded in unison: "Yes!"

(End of this chapter)