Qi Shaoqiu couldn't be blamed for having such a reaction. In modern society, people who practiced traditional boxing were beaten to a pulp by practitioners of MMA, kickboxing, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and so on.
Only those who played with cold weapons were still guarding the last stubbornness of martial artists.
The reason for this was the loss of some ancient skills, such as qigong, controlling objects with qi, and other rather mysterious things.
Qi Shaoqiu didn't really believe in such things. As he said, there were many people in the Qi family who practiced martial arts and saber arts, some of whom had practiced for a lifetime and were in their sixties or seventies. It was reasonable to say that they should have learned something, but he didn't see anyone with any mysterious performance.
Even his sister, Night Tide Sands, who started practicing the Daoist Nourishment of Life at the age of fourteen or fifteen and was said to have a sense of qi, but after so many years, she only looked a little fairer and had better skin.
Qigong was probably just a breathing movement that regulated endocrine.
In essence, it was not much different from physical exercise or yoga.
But now, Roland had displayed a rather special ability.
Although it was just a simple increase in strength and speed.
But as a veteran who practiced saber arts and boxing for more than a decade, he could estimate the upper limit of Roland's strength from his figure, height, and usual sparring.
But now, Roland broke this limit.
Just now, Roland's strength had increased a lot, and his speed was faster.
Taking stimulants wouldn't have such a big improvement.
Stimulants had a limit and could only increase the body's potential by a few percent, but for top athletes, that few percent of potential was the key to victory or defeat.
So things like stimulants were poppies for athletes.
And Roland's strength and speed burst just now was far more than a few percent, Qi Shaoqiu estimated that it was at least fifteen percent.
He looked at the dispirited Roland and said, "It seems that controlling objects with qi is very exhausting."
"Not enough qi." Roland smiled. "I haven't practiced for long enough."
This was normal; Roland had only been exposed to the Daoist Nourishment of Life for less than two years.
Qi Shaoqiu suddenly thought of a question. "Can my sister learn this skill? “
I don't know. "Roland shook his head." I feel that Night Tide Sands may not have as much qi as I do. "
Qi Shaoqiu was speechless. "So you're a peerless genius who's been practicing for more than a year than my sister who's been practicing for nearly ten years?"
Roland nodded solemnly. "I think so."
"F * ck." Qi Shaoqiu was a little unhappy.
It was precisely because he did not have the talent to cultivate Qi that he did not have the idea of cultivating Daoist health techniques.
His younger sister, Qi Shaosha … That was her real name on the family tree. They were of the "Shao" generation.
However, Night Tide Sands disliked it, so she persuaded her family to change the name on the household register to Qi Night Tide Sands.
His younger sister, Night Tide Sand, was a top-notch Qi Refinement genius in the clan, but even after ten years of cultivation, this genius still couldn't compare to Roland's one year of cultivation.
Go and play with your balls.
Qi Shaoqiu immediately lost interest in this method of controlling objects with Qi.
Sighing deeply, Qi Shaoqiu took a seat by the side.
Although the business of his saber arts club was getting better and better, he was always at a loss as to what to do next.
His heart was always empty.
Roland stayed in the saber arts club for a while longer, but Li Lin and the others didn't come.
But after thinking for a while, he understood the reason.
Yesterday, the four of them went to another city in the game and heard that there was a temple for the Goddess of Love.
Hehe … It was probably because they were so unrestrained that their mental state in the game was so weak that it affected the real world.
Roland mocked them inwardly, then subconsciously touched his right kidney, and suddenly realized that he was in no position to criticize them.
After returning home from the saber arts club, he was about to go upstairs when his mother stopped him.
"Son, your aunt wants to introduce a girl to you. Do you want to go see her tonight?"
A blind date?
Roland froze, then realized that he was already twenty-six years old, and in the blink of an eye, he would be in his thirties.
No wonder his mother wanted to set him up for a blind date.
"No, I have to play games tonight."
"It's okay to play less games and make less money," his mother advised. "This is a rare opportunity. I heard that the girl is very good."
"It doesn't matter how good she is." Roland waved his hand. "Mom, now that our family has some money, it's not that other girls choose us, it's that we choose girls. When I make more money, even when I'm forty, there will still be plenty of girls willing to follow me, so don't worry, you won't have to worry about not having a wife in the future. "
With that said, Roland went upstairs.
His mother sighed.
In fact, the reason why Roland didn't want to go on a blind date was that he felt that the girl he was going to meet this time, no matter how good her conditions were, couldn't be much better.
She probably couldn't even compare to two-thirds of Vivian, let alone Andonara.
Besides, if the girl's conditions were really good, she generally wouldn't fall to the point of going on a blind date.
She would most likely be snatched away at school.
Then as soon as she came out into society, she would be snatched away again.
Besides, even if he wanted to go on a blind date, the conditions should at least be the same as Night Tide Sands.
Gentle and good at cooking.
Thinking this, Roland sat cross-legged on his bed and began to continue practicing the Daoist Nourishment of Life.
At night, Roland lay in the virtual cabin and entered the game world.
It was another day, and Roland continued to deal with the affairs of Delpon.
Thanks to the stable security environment, more and more people were now willing to come to Delpon to do business and settle down.
Naturally, the tax revenue gradually increased.
Besides, the side city was gradually on the right track, and there was no longer a need for blood transfusions from the main city.
On the contrary, it was already enough to pay one or two gold coins in taxes every month.
This was an excellent change.
In the afternoon, Douglas, who hadn't been seen for a long time, appeared.
And he came to chat with Roland.
Roland received him in the study.
Douglas drank fruit wine, then said with a smile, "I heard you went to the Holy Land of Mages, congratulations."
"Did the news get out so quickly?"
"A lot of information can't stand up to prying." Douglas paused, then looked straight at Roland. "It's the same in reality."
Huh?
Roland looked at Douglas.
"Roland, you and Schuck are too outstanding. A lot of people are looking for you now, and they're doing their best to find and eliminate information. "
Roland frowned. "Why?"
"The whole world knows that Xiao Longnu broke the circle, and now I don't know how many people think of her as their dream lover," Douglas explained. "And then your queen also broke the circle, and there are also a lot of rich and powerful people who like wife-style beauties like her."
Roland already understood what Douglas meant.
"Plus there's a dragon knight, and you're the strongest Mage!" Douglas sighed and said, "You also know that I'm a rich second generation, so it's fine to call me a powerful third generation. In our small circle, someone has already tested that if the virtual cabin is used by someone else, as long as the account isn't deleted, it's possible to use someone else's ID, appearance, and data. "
Roland gently put down the cup in his hand.
Douglas said somewhat worriedly, "They want to find you and get your virtual cabins through various means, so that they'll be Schuck and Roland in the future. Xiao Longnu is theirs, and so is the queen. "
Roland's expression became gloomy.
"So, Roland, in reality, you'd better keep a low profile, low profile, and low profile."
Roland heaved a long sigh. "Got it, thank you."
"You're welcome, this is what friends should do." Douglas stood up. "In any case, I'm now a member of the Magic Tower in Delpon, and I'm naturally on your side."
Then, the two chatted for a while, and Douglas left.
Roland sat quietly for a while, then continued to deal with government affairs.
In fact, he didn't need to consider too much. At this stage, he just needed to learn more spells and understand more magic theories.
If he was strong in the game, he would gradually become stronger by practicing the Daoist Nourishment of Life in reality.
As long as he was strong enough, he would have a chance to resist even if trouble came to him.
Five days passed quickly under Andonara's flattery.
A few of his close friends had also returned, but their complexions were really a bit ugly, all of them were pale and pale.
He teleported back to the periphery of the Red Magic Tower and then returned to the manor.
Hardly had he entered through the hole in the wall when a white shadow rushed to Roland's side.
Then, she circled around him several times and finally stopped, half squatting on the ground.
The aggrieved catgirl looked at Roland. "Why did you come back so late?"
"It's a five-day holiday. Of course I had to go out."
Roland walked in as he spoke.
"You scared me. I thought you were gone again."
Cat-Humans were rather sensitive and curious creatures. It was their nature to run around and play. Their families or owners rarely saw them a few times a day.
But if their families didn't come home for days, they would be scared again and stay at home every day, waiting for their families or masters to come back.
They feared that they would be abandoned.
But the problem was that after their masters came back, these cat-humans would immediately forget their fear and go out again.
"I'm not your real master. Isn't it better that I'm gone?" Roland smiled. "This place is yours in the future."
"No, it's too big. I'm scared to live alone."
Marilyn said rather unhappily.
Roland clicked his tongue. "I feel like I've become your tool."
"What do you mean? I don't understand." Marilyn shook her head and said, "Now that you're back, I'm relieved. Remember to tell me next time you're going out, or I'll be worried. "
Roland smiled and went into his house.
Marilyn stood at the door for a while, then ran out of the manor in stealth mode.
After cleaning the stone building with a dozen Hands of Magic and tools, Roland planned to visit the library.
At this moment, a guest came.
It was Murphy.
"If you don't mind, can we talk?"
Roland said with a smile, "Of course. Why don't you come to my house first?"
"That's not necessary. It's just a few words." Holding his hands in the wide sleeves of his magic robe, Murphy said, "What's the world of the Golden Sons like?"
Roland raised his eyebrows. "Why do you ask?"
"Curiosity. A normal Mage is naturally curious. Alternate dimensions are always mysterious, "Murphy said casually." Mystery is an addictive poison. "
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