After going out, Doug was not in a hurry to find food for Feng Jiu.
Both the world outside the simulation field and the martial arts world inside the simulation field are unfamiliar to him, and he needs to collect more information.
Just now, when he fed blood to forcibly protect the other party, he clearly noticed Feng Jiu's nervousness.
Recalling what Feng Jiu had said before, that he could be eliminated at any minute, Doug guessed that the contestants in the simulation field were in competition with each other, and the so-called civilian schools and elite schools should also be in opposition.
Feng Jiu once expressed his disdain for the teachers in public schools who taught him not to reveal his key words.
But Doug believes that teachers will not shoot without a purpose.
In a competitive situation, it is quite correct not to expose your keywords.
Just like Feng Jiu’s Taotie, it is indeed a good keyword, but once someone deliberately targets him and cuts off his food, it means isolating his growth.
If you put yourself in Feng Jiu's shoes, you will never leak out keyword information easily.
The best way to hide keywords is to kill yourself.
Possession is a secretive thing. In such a short period of time, the numbers on the panel are disappearing rapidly. There is only one possibility. It is most likely that they were killed by their own people...
Therefore, Feng Jiu was definitely not sincere in cooperating with him.
The reason why he kept eating those inedible straw mats was probably because he wanted to recover his strength earlier than himself and then eliminate himself!
Of course, Feng Jiu woke up earlier than himself, so he could just pretend to be a native and deceive himself.
But his injuries at that time should not be much less serious than mine, and he had to rely on eating straw mats to heal his wounds. I'm afraid he is powerless to eliminate me.
Moreover, for a seriously injured soldier, eating straw mats raw was too abnormal.
As he said, he even ate the straw mat. Such keywords are too easy to judge.
Without knowing his keywords, Feng Jiu probably thought he was exposed, so he thought of paralyzing himself through cooperation and delaying time...
The only thing he didn't expect was that he would recover faster than him.
"... Let's cooperate, I'll take you flying..."
"... After you get out, I'll find a way to transfer you to an elite academy..."
"Paralysis, inducement... Ha, childish rhetoric!" Doug laughed, not sparing in guessing the other party with the greatest malice. Lacking key information, he knew that his speculation had big loopholes, but most of the information was logical enough to derive the result. How could there be so many 100% certainties in the world
…
The sun was shining brightly outside and the air was exceptionally fresh. Doug greedily took a breath of the rare fresh air on Earth and became more and more impressed by the realism of the simulation field.
If he had only traveled through time and had not met Feng Jiu, he would most likely have taken this place as the real world and taken many detours.
This world is so real, it’s just like The Matrix.
Judging from Feng Jiu's attitude, he also did not treat this place as a game, but as a real world. This should be related to the alien battlefield he mentioned.
I just don’t know what the so-called alien battlefield is
one way or another.
Traveling through time is much more enjoyable than living on Earth with a foreseeable end in sight. It gave him a lot of surprises and excitement right after traveling through time, and it was worth a try.
…
Shangwuyuan is a long and narrow courtyard with rooms of the same architectural style connected in two rows, which looks like staff dormitories.
In this world, practicing martial arts requires qualifications. The qualifications of sparring partners are slightly worse than those of disciples. Take Feng Qi, who was possessed by Du Ge, and Feng Jiu, for example. They are both children from poor families who were taken in by the Feng family since childhood. Their indentures are all in the Feng family. If they have no way out of practicing martial arts, they are doomed to have no future. Their treatment is only slightly better than that of servants.
At this time, there were several people in the yard wearing the same clothes as him. Most of them were injured, some had bandages on their arms, and some were on crutches...
No one had a smile on their face.
Seeing Doug walking by, they just looked up at him lazily and didn't say much. This saved Doug a lot of trouble. After all, although Feng Jiu was explaining, he couldn't match any of these people, and the more he said, the more mistakes he would make.
Ignoring the injured and sick people, Doug thought about the usage of key words and slowly moved out of Shangwu Academy.
…
"Seventh Brother, you can walk so soon?" A sturdy man in his thirties came towards him and looked at Douge in surprise.
"It looks like he's seriously injured, but he's actually fine. He'll be fine after a rest." Doug covered his chest and said with difficulty, "Laojiu's injury is worse than mine. I came out to find him something to eat..."
"Don't go, I'll go!" The strong man looked at Douge and said with pity, "It was me and Lao Liu who carried you back yesterday. Don't I know how serious your injury is? You need to rest for at least two months to recover. This time, the Third Young Master was really cruel."
"You can't blame the Third Young Master. He is also preparing for the martial arts conference. Having the opportunity to enter the Qiao family's holy land will only benefit the Feng family and not harm it..." Doug said casually.
"It's been a few years since Mao's martial arts conference. When did the Feng family..." The sturdy man stopped talking and turned back to look behind him.
There was no one behind.
Turning around again, the strong man looked at Doug in surprise, his eyes full of suspicion.
At this moment, Duger felt more and more brisk as he inadvertently safeguarded the interests of the Feng family. He naturally knew that the person in front of him had become suspicious.
This is the real world!
NPC’s IQ is too high!
Without the original owner's memory, no matter how he disguises himself, he will be exposed in front of these people who live with him day and night...
Since he would be exposed sooner or later, Doug sighed and decided to change his strategy. The moment his body became light, he understood the ultimate meaning of protection. Protecting only one person is narrow-minded, and protecting a group is the right way to go.
Feng Jiu mentioned the top ten in the simulation several times, and maybe there were some special rewards for the top ten. Doug actually wanted to enter the real world after crossing over to take a look, but looking at the ranking numbers that kept changing, it seemed that once you exited the simulation, you couldn't get back in.
It would be a shame to quit such an interesting world.
Experiencing all kinds of worlds will make life more exciting. Just think of it as a second time travel. Anyway, the simulation field will only eliminate you, not cause you to die.
As for the top ten, Doug felt he could fight for it.
He is a serious person who gives his all to whatever he does.
Douge looked at the sturdy man and whispered, "I'll go get food for Lao Jiu. Don't say bad things about the Third Young Master behind his back. It's not good if others hear it."
The sturdy man's face changed slightly, and he explained in panic: "Seventh Brother, what did I say? You must have heard it wrong."
Doug looked at him with a half-smile.
The strong man was nervous for a moment, swallowed his saliva, and said in a low voice with a smile: "Seventh Brother, Fourth Brother has always been the best to you."
"Fourth brother, don't be nervous, we are just friends!" Doug knew his name naturally, and said earnestly, "However, illness comes from the mouth, and disaster comes from the mouth. Fourth brother, some things are better kept in your heart. Speaking out will only cause gossip. I am doing this for your own good..."
Understanding the true meaning of protection, Doug began to subconsciously cultivate the habit of always considering others. Every time he protected someone, whether it was natural or forced, his body would get immediate feedback, and the simulator seemed unable to tell whether he was sincere or not.
He liked the feeling of instant reward, which was much better than working for a month on Earth and then waiting anxiously for salary.
"Okay, I understand." Feng Si's expression was a little unnatural, and he avoided the question, "Seventh Brother, go to the kitchen by yourself! I have something else to do..."
"Fourth brother, you are busy." Doug nodded with a smile.
Feng Si took one last look at Duger, frowned and wanted to say something, but didn't, and hurriedly walked away from him.
Doug continued to walk out and left the Shangwu Academy. He did not go to the Chongwu Academy's kitchen, but turned and walked towards the martial arts field. Feng Jiu's straw mat could still be eaten for a while, so there was no rush to bring him food.
…
call!
drink!
Before he reached the training ground, Doug heard a lot of noisy noises, and then he quickened his pace a little.
Feng Jiu was vague and only told Douge that this was a martial arts world, but he did not tell him the levels and standards of martial arts in this world, whether it was high-level martial arts or low-level martial arts.
At least now Douger can't feel any internal force flowing.
It is also possible that he has internal strength but he doesn't know how to use it.
All in all, the feeling of the body after taking over another's body is no different from that on Earth.
Therefore, he was eager to see what the martial arts in this world were like. Was it the same as the descriptions in the martial arts novels on Earth
Doug was wearing his sparring clothes, and no one stopped him along the way. Only occasionally, there were curious eyes looking at him, as if they were surprised that he was so badly injured, why did he still go to the martial arts arena? Those disciples were almost crazy for the martial arts conference. Even if they were not so badly injured, they should have found an excuse to hide for a few months, and should not come out to look for a fight!
…
As he walked into the gate of the martial arts training ground, Doug was immediately attracted by the two people in the training ground.
One of them was a sparring partner wearing the same clothes as him, and the other was a young man in a white training suit. The two of them were fighting back and forth.
The two men moved swiftly, circling left and right, with fists and feet flying up and down, making a whistling sound that broke through the wind. It was dazzling and much more exciting than the MMA on Earth.
However, no special effects appeared, it should be a low-level martial arts background.
Doug made his own judgment, and then sadly discovered that the sparring partner did have martial arts skills, but he had no memory of martial arts, let alone physical memory...
Sudden.
A young man in his early twenties wearing a white training suit made a feint and then struck his sparring partner in the chest with a piercing palm.
Snap!
The sparring partner screamed and flew backwards, knocking over the weapons rack with a crash. He fell to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood, struggling for a few times, and then became motionless. No one knew whether he was dead or alive.
Doug looked at his sparring partner, whose chest had collapsed and who remained motionless, with a serious expression.
At this moment, he suddenly understood why Feng Jiu was so eager to escape from the Feng family. These guys really didn't treat him as a sparring partner. His sternum was broken, and he would most likely die...
The cheers woke Doug up.
Douger looked towards the martial arts arena again. Except for the sparring partners who were mourning the loss of the rabbit, the direct disciples and servants of the Feng family who were watching the fight were all cheering loudly.
Don’t you take human life so seriously
Doug curled his lips, what a rubbish family!
The young man in white pulled out a folding fan from his waist in a pretentious manner, swung it open, and waved it gracefully in front of his body, happily enjoying the compliments of everyone.
A middle-aged man with a long beard flew over to the sparring partner, lowered his head to check his injuries, and then asked two people to carry him away. He looked at the young man and praised: "Yun Jie, your move of breaking heart and cutting jade has become more and more perfect. It is hard to defend against."
“Uncle, thank you for the compliment. I will practice for another three months. Once I have perfected the Gold-Breaking Jade Hand, I will definitely get a place for the Feng family in the martial arts conference.” The Third Young Master seemed very satisfied with his attack just now. He lowered his head to look at his palm, turned back to the middle-aged man and nodded and smiled. From beginning to end, he never even glanced at the sparring partner who was seriously injured and on the verge of death by him.
Broken gold and jade hands
What a low name for a martial art. It's obvious that it doesn't come from any big family, Doug complained inwardly.
…
Du Ge identified Feng Yunjie, the third son of the Feng family, and Feng Shiyi, the younger brother of Feng Shiren, the head of the Feng family.
Feng Shiyi stroked his long beard, looked at Feng Yunjie and said with a hearty smile: "You are worthy of being the young tiger of the Feng family. You have great ambitions. Yunjie, you don't have to do anything in the next few months. Just practice martial arts. If you have any needs, feel free to tell your second uncle. Whether the Feng family can be proud this time depends entirely on you."
Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk.
Du Ge thought for a moment, then suddenly straightened his back and said loudly: "Second Master Feng, Third Master, I have something important to report to you. It has to do with this martial arts conference..."
(End of this chapter)