Chapter 122 Holy Iron External Skill
Chapter 122 Holy Iron External Skill
Deputy General Du Chang set off.
Magistrate Zhu accompanied someone on a visit to the North City Military Commission.
"My Lord, you are the highest official in the Dusi now. The prince has appointed me as the dispatcher, responsible for handling daily affairs. The normal operation of the Dusi is no problem, but many jianghu have emerged recently. If a difficult expert appears, I will have to ask my Lord to step in."
Jiang He arrived at the entrance of the litigation hall. The big drum as high as the wall was covered with dead vines and green creepers. Twenty embroidered messengers stood on the left and right holding iron spears. The light in the hall was dim.
"When does the Jianchi Mountain Sword Competition begin?" Jiang He asked casually.
Zhu Jun Shou extended his hand to invite the master to sit on the main seat, and replied with a smile: "About half a month. The Jianchi Mountain Sword Contest is a grand event for the entire Jiuzhou martial arts world. It happens once every twenty years, and the venue is at the main peak of the Jianchi Mountain Range."
"My Lord, you may not know that the sky above the Jianchi Mountains is known as the Shenlingtian. It is said that Qigong practitioners can see the Qi of heaven and earth deposited in the sky. Because of this special landscape, the entire mountain range has an invisible pressure, just like an ordinary person lifting a tripod. Not even a bird can fly over it. This has blocked the barbarian cavalry for thousands of years."
"Legend has it that three hundred years ago, the formation master, Soul Taoist, lived on the top of Jianchi Mountain. Before his death, he transformed the peculiar terrain into a formation. With the combination of the master's will and natural pressure, not to mention the barbarian cavalry, even the barbarian warriors could not sneak over. They could only die in vain under the ink-colored Great Wall."
"This Soul Taoist is a great hero passed down from generation to generation in our Yizhou. His disciples left their descendants to guard Jianchi Mountain. They are also called mountain guards, specializing in dealing with ghosts in Yizhou."
"Every twenty years, Jianchi Mountain opens up. The resources inside are extremely rich, and there are a lot of rare plants and trees such as ginseng. The younger generation of the martial arts world usually takes this opportunity to decide who is the best young man."
Magistrate Zhu is well versed in local stories and history.
Jiang He took off his scarlet official robe and placed the official seal in the seal slot on the table.
Magistrate Zhu waved his hand, and a captain came over with a box containing a leather book and writing brushes.
Before Jiang He went out, he asked Butler Wu about the roll call process. He opened the book and picked up the pen to make a few strokes. Then he could actually go home from get off work and direct the assistant judge to be in charge of the prison, but he didn't really need to solve any cases.
"My Lord, this is a rare southern persimmon produced in the mountains. It produces 108 fruits in 20 years. It is very beneficial to the martial arts realm. A lieutenant general can only receive one every 10 years. After the banquet last night, the prince specially asked the inner treasury to deliver it."
County Magistrate Zhu opened the box carefully, and an enticing fruity aroma instantly filled the air, causing the embroidered-robed envoys present to swallow their saliva.
Jiang He's pupils also shrank slightly.
[Name: Northern Southern Persimmon]
[Category: Psychological]
[Quality: Rare]
[Effect: Increases comprehension by 100%, lasts for 3 minutes, the effect cannot be stacked]
[Note: delicious and non-toxic]
The southern persimmon is light yellow all over, crystal clear and looks like a gem, with the texture of the flesh mixed in and exuding a rich fragrance.
Jiang He picked up the southern persimmon and put it into his mouth. The persimmon melted in his mouth, and the rich fruity aroma reached his head. The ten martial arts books of the Iron Generation that he had briefly read before reappeared in his mind one by one. He extracted the essence of each part and retained the essence.
The fusion of iron arms, iron head, iron legs, iron crotch, iron tire, iron bridge and iron shirt, these nine martial arts have great similarities and are now summarized and concluded.
Three minutes were almost up, and a brand new set of skills was completed.
[Name: Holy Iron External Skill]
[Category: Gongfa]
[Quality: Rare]
[Effect: Holy Iron state, through continuous destruction and repair, the energy and the body are deeply integrated, stamina is consumed when activated, and the body's toughness is enhanced, small success · low-level toughness, great success · intermediate toughness]
[Note: Body like iron, tough as steel]
[Progress of minor success of Holy Iron External Skill: 0%]
The time for growth of understanding is over.
Jiang He came out of his mysterious state of enlightenment.
"Don't you need energy to use it?"
Jiang He pondered, this alone was worth practicing hard and investing resources. When he reached the intermediate toughness in the great perfection stage, once the holy iron state was activated, it would not be a problem to resist conventional bullets with his physical body.
"Congratulations, Master, on your great progress."
When County Magistrate Zhu saw that someone's face relaxed, he immediately guessed that the other person had made satisfactory progress.
"Bring me three cows."
"Wait a moment, uncle."
The governor of Zhu gave the order and immediately an envoy in embroidered clothes left the capital to buy the cattle.
...In the afternoon, in the backyard of the litigation hall.
This is a place for the deputy commander to take a nap and rest during his shifts.
Jiang He climbed onto a wooden bench. A thin girl in white clothes next to him raised a gold-patterned knife and smashed it hard with the back of the knife, swinging it again and again with great force.
Snapped!
The back of the knife hit someone's shoulder blade. A slight sound of bone cracking was extremely clear in the ears of the two men. A bright red mark appeared where the knife touched. Due to the hidden force, the flesh in that area became very loose, and the scar quickly turned black and purple.
Jiang He buried his head in his arms and said calmly, "Excuse me, what kind of mentality are you in when you chop me?"
Zhuang Ya said seriously, "Forging iron."
“It’s really a relief.”
"Thank you."
However, in just a few breaths, under the main effect of advanced self-healing, the withering energy flowed through as an auxiliary, and the wounds healed as before. When used on oneself, withering can be converted into healing.
Upon seeing this, Zhuang Ya's face was filled with seriousness and solemnity. She raised the golden knife again and swung it down, releasing her demonic power.
Jiang He closed his eyes silently to prevent his eyeballs from exploding.
"What is it this time?"
"Chopping wood."
[Progress of minor success of Holy Iron External Skill: 2%]
Seeing that the wound had healed again, Zhuang Ya continued to swing the knife.
It took a full three hours. If it had not healed itself, someone's back would have been completely eroded. Every inch of skin from top to bottom had been visited by the gold-patterned knife.
[Progress of minor success of Holy Iron External Skill: 20%]
Jiang He sat up and shook his head. The back was almost done, and the next was the chest. Because of his advanced self-healing ability, his external skills progressed extremely fast, but he had no idea how to practice the iron crotch part.
Outside the courtyard, the centurion who had been holding the wooden box had already found three cows, spending sixty taels of silver, all of which was reimbursed by the North City Military Prefecture.
After Jiang He led the cow in, Zhuang Ya couldn't wait to reveal its true form. The twenty-meter-long giant snake opened its bloody mouth, and its cheeks were split to the neck, looking quite terrifying.
"Don't eat to death."
Jiang He's eyelids twitched as he watched. Although Zhuang Ya was quite large, after swallowing three cows in a row, it looked like its stomach could burst at any time. A normal snake would have died long ago.
After a while, Zhuang Ya regained her human form and burped softly. The cow's flesh and bones were squeezed by the powerful stomach wall of the demon clan, and it looked like nothing.
"I am full."
Jiang He was just about to step forward to check the other party's unscientific eating ability when a series of thudding sounds echoed throughout the North City Dusi Mansion.
Someone is beating drums to protest.
Such a thing has not happened in Daming Prefecture for more than ten years. It's not that no one wants to knock, but they will be stopped by the embroidered robe envoys before knocking.
Jiang He's eyes narrowed slightly, and he beat the drum to appeal for justice and make it public. Some things cannot be stopped even if they are weighed.
"Uncle, it's bad!"
Magistrate Zhu came running over, holding up the hem of his official uniform.
(End of this chapter)