Chapter 47: Chapter 47 Everything is As Expected
Translator: 549690339
“Miss, you’ve come early.”
Zhou Heng flipped over to the rooftop and was slightly taken aback by the young girl’s attire.
Today, Pei Luoling was still dressed as a boy, in a snow-white brocade robe with a white jade belt tied around her waist.
The folding fan in her hand was intact, it seems she had bought a new one.
However, she did not stick on a mustache over her lips, which fully revealed her delicate features. She still looked somewhat young and tender, seeming to be only around fifteen or sixteen years old.
“I’ve been constantly thinking about the continuation of the story,” Pei Luoling said, her smile blooming like flowers. As she spoke, she took a large food box from nearby and opened it, saying, “A story needs to be accompanied by good food, and I have brought everything.”
The food box had several layers, which she took out one by one.
Beef slices, mutton slices, fish fillets, large shrimp, green vegetables, tofu, lotus root slices, and a whole series of food items were taken out by her.
At the bottom layer of the food box was a copper pot.
Around it were various dipping sauces:
Sesame paste, sesame oil, minced garlic, fermented bean curd, coriander, chive blossoms, chopped green onions, salt, vinegar, soy sauce, sugar, and the like were all available.
After taking out all these things, her bright eyes looked at Zhou Heng and said, “Brother Zhou, you have water here, right? We’ll need some water for the gu dong soup.”
Zhou Heng was a bit stunned looking at all these dishes, dipping sauces, and utensils.
This… isn’t this just hotpot?!
“Yes, there’s water, of course!” Zhou Heng replied, also somewhat excited, as he flipped over to fetch water.
Having crossed over two and a half years ago, he had almost forgotten the taste of hotpot, which he missed dearly.
In life, only hotpot and money should never be let down.
Unfortunately, this seemed not to be a Sichuan-style beef tallow hotpot, but more like a clear broth Old Beijing copper pot mutton hotpot.
Although both were Zhou Heng’s favorites, after not having eaten it for so long, he still craved for some strong and stimulating flavors.
The water was quickly fetched.
Poured into the copper pot, Pei Luoling threw in a couple of scallions and a few slices of ginger, added a pinch of salt, and the soup base was ready.
Then, she pulled out a fist-sized bead from who knows where, wiped it gently, and threw it under the copper pot. The surface of the bead quickly emitted red light, and released heat, resembling hot coals, heating the copper pot.
Gu dong gu dong.
The clear broth in the copper pot quickly boiled, and beef slices, mutton slices, lotus root slices and so on were continuously added to the pot.
Swished around and fished out.
Rolled in a mix of sesame paste, chive blossoms, fermented bean curd, vinegar, and other sauces, it was truly a mouth-watering delight once tasted.
What is this called?
This is called happiness!!
Eating hotpot and telling stories.
This made Zhou Heng inadvertently recall the days back in school, when he would eat meat, drink with roommates and boast together.
Earth ah…
Pei Luoling was immersed in the story Zhou Heng was telling, but her chopsticks never stopped, continuously bringing all sorts of food to her little mouth.
Her fair little face was smeared with some sesame paste, but she hadn’t noticed, still engrossed in the story.
Gradually, the food began to run low, and the water in the copper pot was also nearly dried out.
Looking at the sky, Zhou Heng smiled and said, “It’s about time, the story for today will also come to a close, Miss. If you want to hear more, you can always come back another day.”
“Ah, is it over so soon?” Pei Luoling stuck out her tongue to lick the sauce on her lips, clearly still wanting more, but she didn’t push Zhou Heng further and nodded, “Mhmm, I’ll come back tomorrow.”
As she said this, she took out three hundred-tael silver notes and handed them to Zhou Heng, saying, “This is the money for tomorrow’s story.”
“Thankyou,” Zhou Heng said with a smile as he accepted them.
He wasn’t a fussy person; since Pei Luoling was generous, he naturally had no reason to refuse.
“See you tomorrow.”
Pei Luoling said goodbye with a light smile and left.
After Pei Luoling had left, Zhou Heng took thirty taels of gold from the house.
This was exchanged at the money exchange with the 300 silver notes he had from before.
It was to be used as material for practicing Palm Thunder.
Although his Yang Energy had been sealed, and it was highly unlikely that any more ghosts would be attracted, no one could guarantee that ghosts wouldn’t appear here by accident for various reasons.
Having Taoist Formulas at hand was always better than being at a loss when dealing with ghosts.
Boom!
Boom Boom!!
Under the night sky, the golden thunder was incessant.
Even though Zhou Heng had specifically chosen a secluded place in the suburbs to practice, the successive sounds of thunder still woke many people from their sleep, causing them to curse the damn heavens a few times.
After practicing more than ten times, Zhou Heng also realized that he could not continue in this way for short periods, as it would easily raise suspicions and lead to an investigation.
Therefore, for the remaining practices, he planned to spread them out over a few days, practicing every couple of days.
By doing so, the situation would probably be better.
It wouldn’t draw too much attention.
After returning home, Zhou Heng continued with the plans he had before Pei Luoling had arrived.
Bathing and burning incense.
Hoping that this time, he would have a “lucky hand.”
“Fortune Bag [Copper]: Contains all things under heaven, nothing is lacking. Upon opening, one can obtain unexpected rewards.”
“Open!”
“Congratulations! Your luck is off the charts, you’ve obtained the Martial Arts ‘Six Routines Plum Blossom Hand’ [Seventh Rank]!”
What!?
Six Routines Plum Blossom Hand!
Seventh Rank Martial Arts!?
Zhou Heng thought he had heard wrong.
After confirming several times, he was sure that he had indeed drawn a Seventh Rank Martial Arts technique.
He drew a Seventh Rank Martial Arts technique from a Copper Fortune Bag!
And it was an extremely powerful Seventh Rank Martial Arts technique at that.
According to the information known by Zhou Heng:
The Six Routines Plum Blossom Hand, also known as the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand, is the essence of the carefree factions.
Three routines palm technique, three routines capturing technique, including six routines of martial arts.
Theoretically, any move or martial arts technique in the world could be incorporated into the Six Routines Plum Blossom Hand.
Of course, in this world where the Martial Path could lead to gods and immortals, the Six Routines Plum Blossom Hand definitely couldn’t achieve that effect, but there was no doubt that it was an extremely powerful Martial Arts for the Lower Third Rank stage.
It also avoided the situation where he would lose more than half of his combat power if he lost his weapon.
“When I had not yet reached Entry Rank, I could pull an Eighth Rank Martial Arts technique with a Copper Fortune Bag. Now that I am Ninth Grade, it seems normal to pull a Seventh Rank technique?”
Zhou Heng pondered thoughtfully, murmuring, “It seems that the rank of the items that can be drawn from the Fortune Bag is indeed related to my Cultivation Realm. In that case, should I keep those two Silver Luck Bags for now?”
After careful consideration, Zhou Heng decided not to open the two Silver Luck Bags just yet.
He would wait until his Cultivation progressed further to open them, thus confirming his previous speculation.
Of course, he felt it was very likely he wouldn’t be able to resist opening them in two days.
Quite honestly.
This was an old problem he had while playing card-drawing mobile games on Earth.
The next day.
In the Deliberation Hall of the Tongchang Martial Arts School.
Tian Chong sat across from Huang Jingfu, sipped the tea lightly, and smiled, “The tea here at the head instructor’s place gets better and better. Kong Chengshun is arriving tomorrow, has the head instructor thought of a strategy?”
“Please rest assured, President Tian,” Huang Jingfu smiled confidently, “By that time, Zhou Heng will have no chance to use a sword, and everything will develop within my expectations.”
