The taxi slowed down the lane.
After turning around quickly, Lin Sheng also saw the scene of the car accident in the car.
A large truck full of steel pipes slammed into a black car.
The entire front half of the car was flattened. There was faint blood seeping in the cab.
"It looks like I can't survive." The taxi driver sighed. "The driver of the truck is not here, so he must have escaped. The police don't know if they will be able to catch him. This world... Sigh."
"There are many such things." Lin Sheng could hear something wrong from the master's tone.
"There are quite a lot." The master turned the steering wheel and replied, "The political situation is unstable. The security of ports and borders like ours is not easy to manage at all. There are too many foreigners, and Celine is under great pressure..."
"It's a lot of pressure," Lin Sheng said doubtfully.
"It's about the red turnip mine. Celine and Redeon have been arguing for so long, and the conflict is getting more and more intensified.
In our port cities, we heard that Redeon's spies often infiltrate, and we will arrest a few of them every once in a while. "
The driver explained in a low voice.
Lin Sheng fell silent.
This is peace without nuclear bomb chains, just because of a large and rare mineral deposit, it will cause a dispute between the two countries.
The reason why Celine has been struggling with technology and economy is that the country is becoming more and more unstable.
A large part of the reason is also because the national power is not strong and the domestic resources are rich, which has caused other powerful countries to keep eyeing on its mineral deposits and infiltrating and suppressing them.
Along the way, the driver master was just a chatterbox, concerned about the country and the people, and he could spit all over the place when it came to current affairs and politics, as well as trivial matters around him.
After a while the park arrived.
Lin Sheng paid the money and got out of the car, and walked into the sparsely populated Rainbow Park with ease.
He has been practicing sword here for quite a long time, and he has already found a fixed place.
He didn't bring a real sword this time, mainly to practice meditation.
Along the gravel road, he turned left and right, and soon reached the depths of the park.
Then along the path between the flower beds, twisting and turning, until I reached a most deserted open space.
The originally neat lawn on the open space has been trampled down, and one side is still close to the river around the city. Good air circulation.
The most suitable thing is that there is a simple pavilion next to it, which can be used for people to sit and rest.
Lin Sheng exercised in the open space on weekdays, and when he was tired, he went to the small pavilion to sit down and rest.
This trip was no exception. He first put his schoolbag on the stone bench in the pavilion, and then did some warm-up exercises.
Soon, he stood still, closed his eyes and began to meditate on the gray runes.
The weather was cool, neither hot nor cold, and he was standing in the open space in his school uniform, which caught the attention of the occasional passers-by.
But Lin Sheng didn't care.
What he cared about was the use of the gray runes.
After a while, the meditation completed a circle.
He slowly opened his eyes, walked to the pavilion and sat down to rest with a trace of fatigue.
"Since I got the gray rune, I have been exercising for several days. I don't feel any obvious effect."
He was quite puzzled.
He has always attached great importance to this gray rune, and spends a lot of time in meditation every day.
"It's a pity that the book of inheritance doesn't record the function of this gray seal. It just talks about learning conditions and other miscellaneous materials."
"However, if you think about it carefully, after meditating for the past few days, I feel that the previous training volume seems to have become lighter. Is it because I have started to adapt, or is the effect of gray printing?"
He frowned slightly, a little uncertain.
Because there is no precise instrument to measure, he can't calculate the subtle changes.
"According to the standards of Black Feather City, I should be considered a standard first-level fighter now. For a second-level fighter, my physical fitness must not be up to par."
He is very clear, although he killed the rotten swordsman of the elite second-level fighter in the dream before.
But in fact he was just playing tricks. Whether it is physical fitness or skill, he is far inferior.
After thinking about it for a while, he had almost rested, put his hands on the sides, and was about to get up and continue to meditate.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he pressed his hand hard on the stone bench beside him, there was a slight tingling pain in his palm.
"kindness"
Lin Sheng quickly withdrew his hand and glanced at the stone bench.
There is actually a thumbtack on the stone bench
This thumbtack is silver in color, with the tip pointing up, and the tip is a little rusty, I don't know how long it has been dropped here.
Lin Sheng saw the rust, and quickly raised his hand to look at his palm.
To his surprise, he clearly felt stabbed just now. But now, there is no trace on the palm of my hand
"What's going on?" Lin Sheng was stunned, and carefully checked his palm.
After confirming that there was no injury, his eyes immediately fell on the thumbtack.
"Could it be possible?" He suddenly thought of a key point.
Without hesitation, he clenched his fist and punched the wooden pillar of the pavilion.
Boom.
The pillar did not move.
His fist also... .doesn't hurt at all... .
"It feels like wearing a thick layer of leather gloves." Lin Sheng touched the surface of his fist in amazement.
Only now did he suddenly realize that his skin seemed to have suddenly become tougher and harder to scratch.
Overjoyed, he got up and walked out of the pavilion, and punched the rough tree hard.
Bang
The big tree shook and dropped a few leaves.
Lin Sheng stood where he was, retracted his fist and looked at it, but the face of the fist was not red at all.
"What a strong defense...."
He could feel that the moment his fist hit the bark, the force of the impact rebounded completely on the skin of his fist.
But the result was that his fist didn't hurt, and there was a shallow mark on the bark, which was that the dead bark had been knocked off a lot with one punch.
"Try this again." Lin Sheng picked up a stone from the ground, turned it to a sharp edge, and then hit the back of his hand hard.
Boom.
The tip of the stone broke off.
Lin Sheng raised the back of his hand without any pain, as if even the bones were protected by something.
There is also a white spot left by stone dust on the back of the hand.
"This defensive power... It's hard to imagine that I've only meditated for a few days, but...."
Lin Sheng was shocked.
He now somewhat understands what the so-called shelter means.
Excited, he was not in the mood to continue exercising. He packed up his things and carried his schoolbag. He quickly left the open space and bought a small knife in a canteen near the park.
Return to clearing soon.
He pulled out the knife with a snap.
A knife is a palm-length knife for peeling fruit. Only one knuckle wide.
Lin Sheng clenched the handle of the knife, pointed at his palm, and stabbed lightly at first.
No pain, no itching, no skin reaction.
Then, he began to increase his strength and stab again.
Slightly itchy.
He put in more effort, almost using 70% to 80% of his strength.
The tip of the knife stabbed hard in the palm of his hand.
This time Lin Sheng felt a sting.
He picked up the knife and saw that there was an extremely tiny opening in the palm of his hand, which was oozing blood.
"The effect is awesome"
Lin Sheng was shocked.
This is a knife, with 70% to 80% of his strength, if it were an ordinary person, if he stabbed with a knife, half of his palm might be pierced.
You have to know that after all these hours of training, he wields a five-jin metal sword every day, so it's no wonder his strength doesn't increase.