Chapter 76 "Spatial Concept" And "Plan Ahead"

"Dad! Grandpa Jian, please save Muzhe!"

Seeing Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin, Ning Rongrong immediately asked for help.

Chen Xin slowly descended with Ning Fengzhi.

After descending, Chen Xin's soul power surged, and he took Muzhe off Ning Rongrong's back and put him on the ground.

"Grandpa Jian, be careful!"

Ning Rongrong felt her back loosen up, and turned her head to find that it was Chen Xin who used his soul power to control Muzhe's body to leave her back and put him on the ground. She quickly reminded him.

Ning Fengzhi's heart skipped a beat.

The development of the matter was a little beyond his expectations. Not only was his little princess fine, but she was also very concerned about the boy.

His little cotton-padded jacket wouldn't be abducted, right?

However, seeing Ning Rongrong's anxious look, he suppressed his thoughts and looked at the boy's situation.

"What happened to him?"

"I don't know. We just came out of the fighting arena. He was fine, but he suddenly felt more and more uncomfortable as he walked, and soon he fainted."

"When I carried him, his body was cold and hot."

"Dad, can you tell what's wrong with him?"

Ning Fengzhi observed for a moment and said uncertainly: "There is no obvious external injury, but his qi and blood are very disordered. It should be a sudden outbreak of serious internal injuries that caused coma."

"No, Fengzhi, this child should not have a sudden outbreak of internal injuries."

Chen Xin on the side said.

"Although this child's qi and blood are disordered now, his vitality is very strong. It's not a case of hidden injuries in the body."

"It's a bit like something went wrong in the practice."

Chen Xin's mental power is higher, and he can observe more details than Ning Fengzhi.

"Ah!"

"Then Grandpa Jian, do you have a way to save Mu Zhe?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes immediately lit up with hope, and she rushed to Chen Xin, looking at him earnestly, hoping that he could help Mu Zhe.

Seeing the pleading in Ning Rongrong's eyes, Chen Xin couldn't bear it, and he glanced at Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi nodded.

In this way, Chen Xin was relieved and said to Ning Rongrong: "Don't worry, Rongrong, Grandpa Jian will calm his blood and qi."

In his opinion, it was not easy for him, a Titled Douluo, to calm the soul power of a little guy.

He stretched out one hand to Muzhe in the air, ready to output soul power to stabilize Muzhe's blood and qi.

Well, fortunately, reality did not slap him in the face. This is just Muzhe's clone.

Whiteboard trumpet, Muzhe equipped him with the buff of the power of annihilation.

It allowed Chen Xin to quickly calm the disordered blood and qi in the clone.

Although this did not help Muzhe's actual situation, it still woke him up.

The input of soul power made him realize that the external situation had changed. He reluctantly separated a part of his mental power and controlled the clone to open his eyes to observe the surrounding situation.

Next to Ning Rongrong stood a handsome middle-aged man who looked similar to Ning Rongrong and a "young man" with white hair.

"Ning Fengzhi and Jiandao Chenxin"

Muzhe confirmed the identity of the person in his heart.

The one who gave him soul power and calmed his blood should be Chenxin.

The soul power that entered his body also contained some sharp will, and it was this will that disturbed him and woke him up.

His condition is better now than before.

After a long period of shock, his soul has gradually adapted and he has passed the force.

He can now move normally.

"Muzhe, you finally woke up! You scared me to death!"

Ning Rongrong said excitedly when she saw Muzhe wake up.

"Well, I'm fine, don't worry."

Muzhe stood up from the ground.

Ning Rongrong wanted to go forward to help Muzhe, but was rejected by Muzhe.

After adjusting his clothes, Mu Zhe bowed to Chen Xin and thanked him: "Thank you for your help."

Although he didn't help much, he did take practical actions, so Mu Zhe still wanted to say thank you.

"No, I saved you for Rongrong's sake."

This old man is quite arrogant.

The three of them thought that Mu Zhe woke up after Chen Xin's treatment, and Mu Zhe didn't explain much.

The street was not a place to talk, so the four of them came to the hotel where Mu Zhe and Ning Rongrong stayed.

There was a joke on the way. The hotel where Mu Zhe and Ning Rongrong stayed was the hotel of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Rongrong didn't know it.

It's true that there are too many businesses in his family, and he doesn't know how many he has.

Since Ning Rongrong didn't take out her identity card, and the hotel was managed by several outer disciples who didn't go back to the sect very often, they didn't recognize their young master when Mu Zhe and Ning Rongrong came to check in the night before.

The reason they recognized Ning Fengzhi was because their appearance was too special, and Chen Xin brought him here directly on a flying sword.

Only then did he know that his boss's daughter had come to the hotel.

When they arrived at the hotel, Mu Zhe was in a bad state and it was really late, so even if Ning Fengzhi had many things to ask Mu Zhe, it would not cost him one night.

Mu Zhe returned to his room, waved his hand to set up a defense formation, and then threw himself on the bed, and then absorbed and digested the knowledge in his mind.

A peaceful night passed.

After a night of absorption, Mu Zhe finally digested the concepts in his mind.

In addition to the four concepts he thought were "purification", "sea", "order" and "degeneration", he also accidentally came into contact with the three concepts of "light", "darkness" and "space".

Muzhe just learned that authority can contain more than one concept.

But think about it, Muzhe can also understand that the authority of "faith in God" in the Douluo world is completely dominated by the beliefs of the creatures, and the will contained in the beliefs can attract the corresponding concepts to follow.

Such a combination of multiple concepts is quite normal.

"Light concept" is separated from the authority of the Sea God and the Angel God, and "darkness concept" is separated from the authority of the Rakshasa.

"Space concept" is the most unexpected to Muzhe. I didn't expect that there would be some "space concept" in the authority of the Shura God.

No wonder he could build a "small world"-like secret realm of the Killing City.

Muzhe compared the knowledge of the concept of "space" with the knowledge of physical space he had come into contact with in his previous life. He found that after receiving the knowledge of "space concept", Muzhe felt very uncomfortable looking at this knowledge again.

He is not wrong about some physical knowledge, and it is still right under certain circumstances.

But it is this particular condition that makes Muzhe feel uncomfortable.

In the previous life, there were many definitions of space, such as "multidimensional space - from zero-dimensional point to multidimensional surface (line is one-dimensional, plane is two-dimensional, solid is three-dimensional)" in mathematics.

"Motion space - the part where the movement of cosmic material entities occurs is called space."

They all seem to be bound in a cage in a certain aspect.

Obviously, they are correct in their respective fields, but they are still correct only in their own fields, just like "blind men touching an elephant".

"Correct" is not quite appropriate to describe it, or "applicable" is more appropriate.

Muzhe, who understands the "concept of space", is now like a passerby with vision who sees the complete "elephant". Although it is only a superficial part of the surface, and he does not know what the internal structure of the five internal organs is like, it is more comprehensive than the "elephant" that these "blind men" have explored one-sidedly.

But because of the comprehensiveness, Muzhe cannot describe it well.

The blind man gropes in his own field, and can describe the elephant ears as cattail leaves fans and the elephant legs as jade pillars according to the general shape.

How would Muzhe describe the whole picture? Is the elephant like an elephant?

After all, if you say something else, there will always be a discrepancy between it and the real elephant. A palm leaf fan will not be exactly the same as an elephant's ear.

It may also be that Muzhe's understanding of the elephant is not enough, and he cannot describe the elephant in concrete language.

Perhaps one day when Muzhe's knowledge grows to a certain level and his realm is sufficient, he will be able to describe a complete elephant in concrete language.

However, that realm is still far away from Muzhe, and Muzhe's current knowledge is far from enough.

Throwing away these distracting thoughts, Muzhe got up and walked out of bed.

He came to the balcony and looked at the rising sun in the distance.

He looked straight at it without being blinded.

The sun at this time is the sun with infinite vitality!

Muzhe stretched his body, his mouth corners slightly raised, and a confident look appeared.

He could not describe it, but it did not affect his application.

His mental power reached out to find the target.

Muzhe took a step and went directly from the balcony to a small noodle shop selling wontons at the end of the street.

"Boss, give me a big bowl of wontons, with less chopped green onions!"

"Okay, wait a moment, sir."

Wontons are originally from Douluo Continent, not brought here by Muzhe in recent years.

Eating pure green and natural wontons in this world made Muzhe, a foodie, very satisfied.

Muzhe found a table facing the street and sat down.

This place is at the entrance of the commercial street, and businessmen who get up early to travel often come here, asking for a few sesame cakes and a bowl of wontons.

But most of them are in a hurry, and few are as leisurely as Muzhe.

"Sir, your wontons, please enjoy slowly."

"Okay, thank you."

Muzhe picked up the soup spoon prepared by the boss, scooped up a wonton, and stuffed it directly into his mouth without feeling hot.

When he bit it, the gravy burst, and the crisp and sweet radish and the tender and chewy meat filling made Muzhe enjoy it greatly.

Chewed carefully until the food was broken in his mouth, and then Muzhe finally swallowed it.

He has always kept this habit. Even though he no longer needs to be as careful about nutrition as he did when he was a child, he still won't change this habit.

After the food entered his stomach, Mu Zhe spoke: "Boss, your cooking is good!"

"These wontons are really delicious!"

"Haha, delicious, please eat more, I'll give you a few more."

"Thank you, boss, you are generous!"

The boss is very generous. The wontons are delicious and he has a good personality. No wonder this store has such good business.

"Boss, I see that your business is so prosperous. You must have made a lot this month."

"Hey, not much. After a month, after deducting the cost and rent, you can only earn hard-earned money. It's good to get one or two gold soul coins a month."

In this world's monetary system, one gold soul coin is equivalent to 10,000 RMB in the previous life.

"How could it be? This bowl of wontons costs five copper soul coins. More than 20 bowls have been sold just now. You must sell hundreds of bowls a day. Even if you deduct the cost, it's still easy for you to get ten gold soul coins a month!"

"That's right. It's easy for me to get a dozen gold soul coins this month. Sometimes I can even get more than 20. But I have to pay a lot here. Not counting the 40% paid to the kingdom tax officer, I have to pay 20% to the duke of this territory, and I have to pay two gold soul coins as rent."

"So, I only get one or two gold soul coins."

Mu Zhe was silent.

Is the tax in the Kingdom of Barak so high?

Roger's hot pot restaurant in the imperial capital only has a 30% tax.

It's just that the rent is very high. After the Dugu family took over, the original nobles dared not oppress the villagers of Lanxi Village, so the rent was much lower.

Mu Zhe thought that the tax in Tiandou City was the highest tax in Douluo Continent, so he didn't investigate this matter much. Now he accidentally learned this from his boss.

"'Weidao' lists the tax collection situation of each city."

In an instant, "Weidao" gave Mu Zhe the tax collection rules and tax collection situation of each city in Douluo Continent, and where the money went in the end.

The more Mu Zhe looked, the more shocked he was. The tax collection rules of various cities on the Douluo Continent were very different. They were all set by the lords in the city, that is, the nobles. Therefore, some cities collected high taxes, while others collected low taxes. Since Tiandou City was directly ruled by the royal family, it did not rely on taxes from the surrounding areas of Tiandou City to maintain its operation, so it only collected 30% of taxes.

The general tax rate was 40% to 50%, and the highest one even reached 8.5%. In fact, most cities only needed 30% of taxes to maintain the city defense army and the operation of various aspects of the city.

For a wealthy city like Soto City, it was only 20%.

Only a small part of the remaining taxes were supplied to the royal family, and the rest went into the pockets of these nobles.

The civilians under the rule of the city with the highest tax were really miserable. Those who wanted to escape would often be caught and executed directly to warn other civilians.

The nobles in this city were also the most luxurious, because no matter which city, there was a same rule that nobles with titles did not have to pay taxes.

The upper class nobles in that city were just having fun on the corpses of the common people.

Seeing this, Muzhe's good mood of gaining knowledge of the seven "concepts" was completely destroyed.

The delicious wontons were hard to swallow.

He had an increasing urge to directly push the world with force and no longer care about the awakening of the mind.

"We have to speed up the progress. The awakening of the mind can wait, but the lives of those people can't."

Having made a decision in his heart, Muzhe swallowed the wonton whole, crushed it directly with soul power, and sent it into his stomach.

In the past, he would never do this. As a foodie, not tasting the deliciousness of the food himself is equivalent to wasting food.

But now he really didn't have the mood to taste it carefully.

He left five copper soul coins and got up to leave.

"Goodbye, boss, I wish you a prosperous business in the future."

I hope that when I see you again next time, your business will really be prosperous.

Muzhe thought to himself.

After stepping out of the wonton shop, Mu Zhe went back to his room in one step. He looked at the time. It was just seven o'clock. He was not in a hurry to wake Ning Rongrong up for training.

The plan was advanced. He had to change the previous plan.

He was too conservative before. He thought that in order to cause less sacrifice, he should try to accumulate first, slowly gather sparks, and then destroy the old order of the world with an unstoppable prairie fire.

Now he realized that he wanted to reduce sacrifices, but sacrifices kept happening. He thought that reducing was completely ignoring the reality.

In this case, let's start directly. Even if there are few sparks and the flames are very weak now, he believes that as long as the wind blows, he can gather the fire of hope faster.

Sacrifice cannot be reduced, so build a more tenacious will in the sacrifice of blood and fire.

Because of the sacrifice, there are many ambitions, and dare to teach the sun and the moon to change their faces!

Recently, I sorted out the outline and planned to speed up the progress. Ning Rongrong no longer talked about how to experience specifically, and began to gradually enter the stage of transformation.