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Chapter 98 Calamity Doesn't Rhyme

Chapter 98 Calamity Doesn’t Rhyme
”One trick, eat it all over the world, isn’t there a saying that says that.” He Luo explained weakly
Can I still use the ultimate overload once on the spot?

He didn’t want to have to suffer the feeling of overdraft and fatigue again.

Qian Zhuo slapped himself on the forehead, and the idea of ​​setting up He Luo as the benchmark of the new generation of trendy people just now dissipated most of it.

He paused and regained his composure: ”At least now I know why you are so anxious to learn new skills.”

”At least we don’t have to worry about time anymore,” He Luo muttered in a low voice.

”Okay then.” Qian Zhuo thought for a while and said to He Luo
”Won’t pressure luck?”

”Rhyme?” He Luo was a little surprised: ”Of course it will.”

”Look at this noodle, it is long and wide, just like this bowl, it is big and round?”

Chandra rolled his eyes: ”It doesn’t rhyme! Also, where does the rhyme go in your sentence?”

”Then I don’t know, you have to ask the person who wrote this sentence” He Luo muttered
”In a word, fortune-telling is a very basic trendy technique.” Qian Zhuo resumed his seriousness and started teaching.

”The principle is to actively suppress one’s own luck, like sheathing a knife, hiding a weapon in one’s body, suppressing and hiding one’s luck.”

After all, he took a deep breath, and slowly made a downward motion with his palm facing down.

He Luo noticed that his fortune quickly dropped from ”Da Ji” to ”Ji”, then slipped from ”Xiao Ji” and stopped at ”Ping”.

The whole process was just one breath, but the fortune changed drastically.

So he also followed Qian Zhuo’s example, took a deep breath, and then tried to calm his dantian.

Wait, where is Dantian?Belly?Or bladder?
As soon as he closed his eyes, this strange thought suddenly came to his mind. Failure was inevitable.

Not only did the fortune not change at all, but because the bladder was squeezed, a little urge to urinate welled up in my heart.

“Just drank too much drink”

”Calm down, concentrate!” Qian Zhuo carefully guided him beside him: ”Repressing luck is a process from static to dynamic, so don’t be anxious. Only by calming yourself down as much as possible can you achieve effective repressing.”

“Imagine yourself as a ship on the sea, trying to calm the storm around you.”

”Whether it’s wind or waves, use your own momentum to suppress them all.”

He Luo calmed himself down by adjusting his breathing, but he couldn’t make himself follow the steps Qian Zhuo said step by step.

He really felt that this was a bit like cultivating the truth and immortality in fantasy novels, and every time he thought of it, there would be some drama.

The mood I had just adjusted became weird again.

Qian Zhuo also seemed to have noticed that he had not been able to enter the correct state for a long time, and reminded

”Try it for the first time, don’t rush, take your time, and don’t be impetuous.”

”Once impetuous emotions occupy your heart, you can only practice next time.”

He stared at He Luo, and said slowly, ”Imagine that you are releasing the coercion of fortune, but the target of the coercion is yourself.”

”Ok?”

He Luo’s ears moved, listening to his words, he felt a little thoughtful.

The target of coercion is myself?
With a thought, he turned on the fortune coercion in the system, and chose himself as the target of the coercion.

Oh my god, it really works!

I saw his fortune instantly dropped from ”Ji” to ”Xiaoji”

Although there is no further downward trend, it has successfully completed progress from zero to one.

A few lines of small text prompts appear in front of the field of vision
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Comprehend the skill: oppression
Skill: Fortunate (N: Normal level) (Requires pre-skill: Fortunate Coercion)

Skill effect: Use luck pressure on yourself to reduce your own luck. The effect of downgrading luck can increase with skill proficiency.

Skill proficiency: 1/100 (beginner and first practice)——
He got an ordinary skill, but He Luo didn’t think it was weak at all.

On the contrary, he felt that this skill was just the last piece of the puzzle that formed his mat drawing method.

Because although the mat drawing card is easy to use, he has been suffering from being unable to suppress the rising fortune for a long time.

As a result, there is no top expert like Qian Zhuo and Sun Yi around Fan Fan to help him suppress his luck.

On his own, he is at best a low-level card drawer, and he doesn’t even feel that he can be regarded as a qualified substitute drawer.

It turns out that the bottom line is that he hasn’t even cultivated the most important foundation of ”pressure luck”.

Therefore, the mat drawing method cannot be used smoothly.

But on the other hand, since I have learned this trick, what if I can increase my proficiency level again?

So doesn’t it mean that my mat card drawing method is about to take shape, and will be invincible in the future card drawing road?

Imagine yourself using the super combo technique of ”pressure luck + mat drawing + thirst-quenching rain”, draw out SSR one after another, and finally become rich and reach the pinnacle of life.

He Luo felt that today’s trip was definitely not in vain.

At the same time, Qian Zhuo, who was watching from the sidelines, naturally noticed that he had successfully suppressed his luck.

Although the effect is completely incomparable to his luck luck, it is still much stronger than other beginners.

Besides, this kid is just trying it for the first time!

Learn how to suppress luck at the first try, and learn to luck and combine luck by yourself before becoming an official pumper.

This increased Qian Zhuo’s evaluation of He Luo by 82 points.

The remaining [-] points were deducted because He Luo’s current appearance was too wretched.

”Hey, the hysteria is about to flow down, He Luo, take it easy!” Qian Zhuo patted the back of his hands with some dissatisfaction, and pulled He Luo back from the terrifying masquerade that had almost dominated the universe and became the interstellar overlord.

He Luo shook his head: ”I’m back, I’m back, Qian Dai, what’s the matter?”

Qian Zhuo taught him solemnly: ”Mastering is not enough, you have to study hard and practice more, you know?”

”Compared with other schools, our personal talents are not as high as those of other schools, and the mental requirements are not that high. However, those who work for the fashion school must study hard and practice hard.”

”True knowledge can only be obtained by practice, and true talent can only be obtained by practice.”

At this time, Qian Zhuo looked very much like a university ideological and political teacher, or He Luo guessed that he must have given lectures in colleges in his spare time.

”Then Qian Dai, what should I do if I want to improve my proficiency in oppression? Have I been suppressing myself?”

Qian Zhuo thought about proficiency?Somewhat strange but still a good adjective.

Shaking his head: ”You can’t improve by just suppressing it. What you have to do is to go through the whole process of suppressing from beginning to end, step by step. Only by completing the process can you improve your so-called proficiency.” .”

It turned out to be the case.

He Luo looked thoughtful.

I wanted to learn a few more skills from him, but was rejected by Qian Zhuo.

“Beginners should not bite off more than they can chew.”

”Although luck pressure is basic, it is not that simple. It will take you some time to practice.”

He Luo secretly rolled his eyes, thinking that Qian Zhuo is a set of things.

Fortunately, he also wanted to quickly improve his luck-pressing proficiency, so he didn’t say anything more and found an excuse to leave.

After he left, Qian Zhuo loosened his muscles and bones, and originally wanted to try He Luo’s ”what kind of cushion” trick today.

But a man walked up beside him and patted him on the shoulder.

”Hey, old Qian, how about teaching apprentices in the afternoon?”

Qian Zhuo didn’t look back. He smiled and shook his head: ”Unlike your Lin Hao, I am not a disciple.”

The man smiled heartily: ”But I see you spent a whole afternoon teaching me!”

Qian Zhuo curled his lips: ”Brother Song, don’t make fun of me. How can he compete with your genius, Lin Hao?”

”Hahaha, that’s true.” Lao Song still laughed.

But Qian Zhuo looked at the back of the figure who had gone for a long time, and thought for no reason in his heart.

Maybe it can be compared.