bookandnovel Chapter 68 Shen Xinyi
Chapter 68 Shen Xinyi
When Fang Shuwen left the Zheng residence, it was almost dark.
He walked south along the streets of the North District alone, his mind still replaying the words Zheng Yuanpei had just said.
The Wild Wolf Gang has powerful backers.
Moreover, they are from Sheng Hai's side.
Given Zheng Gong's current cultivation level and status, the fact that he hasn't made any rash moves suggests that the opponent is very strong.
He is at least more threatening than Wang Yue, who is in the early stages of internal strength.
Master of internal strength, or perhaps a grandmaster of external strength?
Fang Shuwen pondered in his heart, his steps neither fast nor slow.
When he came to his senses, he had unknowingly walked to East Street.
Looking up, I saw a sycamore tree.
The lights in the bookstore were still on.
He hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and went inside.
Behind the counter, Shen Xinyi was still engrossed in her book, just like always.
Hearing the door open, she lifted her eyelids and glanced at him.
"here we go again?"
"Okay, let's read a book," Fang Shuwen replied.
Shen Xinyi ignored him and lowered her head to continue reading.
Fang Shuwen walked around the bookshelf, his gaze sweeping over the spines of the books one by one.
Most of them are just casual books, novels, travelogues, and miscellaneous writings, nothing special.
He couldn't find a book with alien energy like "The Castle of Strange Things".
It seems that such a thing is truly rare and hard to come by.
Pulling the thoughts out of his mind, Fang Shuwen went to a bookshelf.
After a while, he went around in circles again.
Finally, I randomly picked up a copy of "Xikou County Annals" and leaned against the bookshelf to flip through a few pages.
Fang Shuwen closed the book, put it back on the shelf, and prepared to leave.
"etc."
Shen Xinyi's voice came from behind the counter.
Fang Shuwen turned around and saw that she had put down "Tales of the Ancient Castle" and was looking at him with her chin in her hand.
"You seem distracted tonight. Is something bothering you?"
"It's nothing," Fang Shuwen shook his head.
"Really nothing?"
Shen Xinyi's lips curled slightly, with a hint of a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
"Since you came in, you've looked at the first three rows of bookshelves four times, and you've flipped through eight pages of that 'Xikou County Gazetteer,' without even finishing a single page. And you call that nothing?"
Fang Shuwen was stunned for a moment.
This woman has a keen eye for detail.
"It's just... there's something I can't figure out," he mumbled, not wanting to elaborate.
But Shen Xinyi's "Are you going to tell me or not?" expression made him speak up as if possessed.
"Boss lady, I have a question for you. If someone with obvious strength (明劲) faces someone with hidden strength (暗劲), is there any chance of victory?"
Shen Xinyi didn't rush to answer. She picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and slowly put it down.
Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?
"The truth."
"The truth is, if ten people with obvious strength attack one person with hidden strength, you'd be considered to have won if three of them managed to escape alive."
Fang Shuwen frowned.
He actually knew the answer in his heart.
Last time he exchanged blows with Zhao Wanqing, she held back, and he almost couldn't catch her.
The penetrating force of the hidden energy penetrates through the skin and flesh, shaking the internal organs; it's impossible to defend against.
He punches someone, but the person may not necessarily get hurt.
But if he were to be struck, the hidden force would penetrate his body, and he would certainly be injured.
"but......"
"It's not that there's no way."
"In terms of sheer strength, internal force may not be much stronger than external force. As long as you don't let him hit you, you still have a chance to win."
Fang Shuwen's eyes lit up after hearing Shen Xinyi's words.
"Should I prevent him from hitting me?"
"Yes." Shen Xinyi put down her teacup and drew a circle on the table with her finger.
"The power of hidden strength lies in its penetrating force, but the prerequisite is that it can actually hit you. Think about it, what's the use of having a lot of force if your fist can't reach your opponent?"
Fang Shuwen nodded.
The principle is sound, but putting it into practice is difficult.
An expert in internal strength is faster and has better reaction time than someone with external strength, so it's not easy for them to avoid being hit.
"How can I prevent him from hitting me?"
Shen Xinyi glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"Either you're faster than him, so fast he can't even touch the hem of your clothes. Or..."
She paused, then held up two fingers.
"Use weapons."
"weapon?"
"That's right. An inch longer, an inch stronger. If you have a knife and he's empty-handed, you'll cut him before he even touches you. No matter how powerful your internal strength is, you're still made of flesh and blood, and you'll still bleed if you get stabbed."
Fang Shuwen's brows relaxed.
"Anything else?"
"There's an even simpler way: use a gun," Shen Xinyi said casually, leaning back.
Fang Shuwen raised an eyebrow.
"One shot and it's gone; no amount of force will help. Even a master of internal strength can't stop a bullet unless they've reached the level of internal energy transformation."
That's true.
If Li Tong hadn't reacted quickly when he pulled out his gun last time, he would be dead by now.
"Thank you, ma'am, I understand."
Fang Shuwen cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and turned to leave.
"Feed".
Shen Xinyi called out from behind.
Fang Shuwen didn't turn around and disappeared in an instant.
He only came to his senses after turning from East Street into the alley.
The proprietress seemed to have called out to him just now.
Never mind, let's talk about it another time.
Fang Shuwen pulled his collar up and quickened his pace toward the Zhao residence.
The courtyard was already quiet.
Fang Shuwen tiptoed into his house and lit an oil lamp.
He put down his schoolbag, took out all the silver dollars in the house, counted them, and found he still had more than four hundred dollars.
There's a lot of money; enough to buy the cultivation technique.
"The owner of this bookstore seems to be quite something!"
Fang Shuwen lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling above him, his mind filled with Shen Xinyi's face.
It's not because she's pretty.
Rather, it was the way she said things that didn't sound like something a small bookstore owner would say.
If ten Ming Jin (explicit force) attacks one An Jin (implicit force), and three of them manage to escape alive, that's considered a victory.
That's so accurate.
There's also the saying, "In terms of sheer strength, hidden force may not be much stronger than manifest force."
How would an average person know this?
In the eyes of ordinary people, a master of internal strength is like a god.
One punch can kill a bull, one kick can collapse a wall.
Who would bother to figure out the difference in strength between hidden force and manifest force?
Not to mention those that followed.
Use weapons, use guns.
Every sentence hit the nail on the head, concise and to the point, without a single wasted word.
Fang Shuwen turned over.
Who exactly is this woman?
He recalled the first time he saw Shen Xinyi in the bookstore, when she was holding a copy of "Tales of the Ancient Castle".
He almost fell for the trap after just one glance at the book title, while Shen Xinyi held that book and flipped through it for several days without any problems.
Forget about her, I should think about how to deal with Wang Yue of the Black Wolf Gang.
Although, Duke Zheng said he would handle it.
In a few days, everything will be back to normal.
But Fang Shuwen knew in his heart that it was better to rely on himself than on others.
Zheng Gong said he would handle it; that's Zheng Gong's business.
In case the process is slow, or something goes wrong along the way.
What can he do if the Wild Wolf Gang comes knocking on his door again?
Should we let Zheng Gong try to salvage the situation again?
What if it's too late?
Besides, this time it's Zheng Gong, but what about next time?
Fang Shuwen turned over and stared blankly at the oil lamp on the wall.
We must improve our strength as soon as possible.
He is currently in the early stage of Ming Jin (明劲), and is still several thresholds away from An Jin (暗劲).
The panel shows that the user has mastered the Mountain-Crushing Force and the Soaring Serpent Fist.
But you only have 31 skill points.
Trying to break through to the Dark Force level directly by adding points is probably far from enough.