Chapter 82: An unexpected turn of events? Digestion of the evil iron
"ha!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Li Guishe grabbed the secret book, flipped through a few pages and looked at its sharp-nosed and monkey-like face, revealing a ferocious look more terrifying than that of a lion or a tiger.
"Hahahaha, God helps me, God bless my Douqiong!" The laughter was crazy and terrifying, but it was confined to the house, not a single bit leaked out of the doors and windows.
Li Bashan looked unbearable and covered his ears tightly.
"Bashan, you can't tell this secret book to anyone else, and my brothers and sisters in the sect are not allowed to say a word about it, do you understand?" Li Guishe stopped laughing and returned to his usual funny look.
Li Bashan rubbed his ears and said in embarrassment: "Master, I talk in my sleep at night."
Li Guishe's blood pressure soared, and he cursed fiercely: "From now on, you will sleep alone, and cover your mouth with a sock when you sleep."
Li Bashan thought about his stinky socks and looked at his master's ferocious face, and could only agree helplessly.
Li Guishe waved his hand, signaling Li Bashan to leave, and suddenly ordered: "Go and take the boy who just drove away back to the martial arts hall."
Li Bashan: “Ah?”
Li Guishe urged, "Why are you just standing there? Hurry up and go. If you can't get her back, I'll punish you by not allowing you to eat for three days."
Li Bashan's face turned pale with rage and he rushed out the door.
Li Guishe closed the door and sat on the armchair. While looking at the secret book, he said quietly, "The forefather borrowed that kid to send the secret book to me. That kid is not a bad omen, but a lucky star. My Douqiong martial arts school is going to have a good fortune now."
"When I master the magic skills, that will be the day when [Dark-Faced Snake King] reappears in the world. No matter what kind of blue dragon or blue eagle there is, they will all be killed, hehehe——"
After leaving Douqiong Martial Arts School, Feng Mu put away his dull disguise, put on a stern face, and walked slowly on the road pushing his bicycle.
At this time, Wuguan Street became lively, with more vehicles and pedestrians on the road, and each martial arts hall was crowded with people, making it extremely lively.
Most of the martial arts schools are not walled courtyards like the [Douqiong] martial arts school. Instead, they have transparent glass walls built directly facing the street, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are grand and regular.
The one with the best business here is the Canglong Martial Arts School. There is a large surround screen outside the school that plays the concepts of the Canglong Martial Arts School in a loop, attracting the attention of passers-by.
Boom boom boom——
The sound of uniform punches, the sound of fists and feet colliding with various instruments, the shouts of the instructor, the shouts of the students following the rhythm, and the cold broadcasts from various electronic instruments.
Various sounds mixed together and were transmitted to the street through the radio speakers, making passers-by feel excited.
Feng Mu's pace as he pushed the bicycle slowed down.
Although he disliked this world in every aspect, in his eyes, this world was inferior to his previous life in almost every way. It was full of deception and oppression, and conspiracy and bloodshed were always happening in the dark corners.
Human life is the cheapest consumable in this world. Even the vast majority of civilians are not even consumables, but renewable garbage that wastes the air.
However, Feng Mu had to admit that this world was far better than his previous life in one respect, that was that people in this world were martial artists, and in everyone's heart, regardless of gender, age or status, there lived a beast that was eager to bite its own kind.
This is an era when human nature is at its most evil, and also an era when animality is most rampant, and it also creates an unprecedented era of martial arts prosperity.
And in the foreseeable future, human nature, animal nature, and prosperity will continue to intertwine and climb towards endless limits.
When Feng Mu was thinking about this, he suddenly felt that his stomach seemed to have become a little flatter since a while ago.
It's not deflated much, just the amount of stomach capacity needed to digest 1% of the iron intake.
Feng Mu stopped walking, and his thoughts returned to his body: "That's right, it's not lunch, lunch has been digested long ago, and it's not pig iron, it's just that 1% of the bad iron has suddenly been digested."
"I can't digest 1% of the iron in a week, how come I suddenly lost 1%?"
"Did I just do something?"
"I didn't do anything!"
Feng Mu's mind raced, recalling the scenes that had just happened.
Working backwards from the end, he was impressed by the flourishing martial arts era, attracted by the promotional video of Canglong Martial Arts School, pushed the cart on the road, left Douqiong Martial Arts School, was surrounded by a group of "murderers", an old man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks passed by, and the plaque fell to the ground... None of them seemed like they could digest evil iron, but if he had to pick one out of them? Feng Mu's breathing suddenly stopped, his eyes flashed, and he locked onto a suspicious fragment.
"But why is this happening? What's the principle? I didn't practice, and I didn't sweat, but the evil iron was digested through my stomach?"
Feng Mu could only suspect but not be sure, unless he could enter Douqiong Martial Arts Hall again and "replay" the feeling just now.
Time cannot be replayed, we can only reproduce similar scenes.
Therefore, an extremely dangerous thought suddenly emerged in Feng Mu's mind: "Let's go back to Douqiong Martial Arts Hall. Should I really smash the plaque this time?!"
Last night, I was still thinking about the solution to increase the consumption of evil iron. Almost every option had not been implemented yet, but... a turning point suddenly came to me unexpectedly, and I bumped into it?! Feng Mu was secretly happy. He was really considering whether to use his own life to verify the idea.
"Of course, I can't use this face [Feng Mu]. I can wait until dark, switch to [Mask] and try to challenge him again. This time, for real!" He thought to himself.
"Hey, why are you walking so fast? I almost missed dinner."
A muffled but incoherent voice abruptly interrupted Feng Mu's thoughts. He didn't even need to turn around, his entire body and the bicycle were covered by the burly shadow again.
What do you mean if I walk so fast, you won’t be able to have dinner?
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Can't I be your dinner?
Feng Mu's heart skipped a beat. He turned around and looked up at Li Bashan, a look of dullness and doubt on his face.
Li Bashan seemed to know that he had to smile when asking someone to go back, so he forced out a sincere smile: "Don't leave, the master has changed his mind and wants to accept you into the martial arts school."
Li Bashan has been with his master for 30 years and knows the latter's character very well.
This master says that he doesn't believe in fate, but he is actually very superstitious. He can drive people away because of a very bad omen, and can welcome people into his sect because of a very good omen.
This kind of acceptance into the sect may not just be about taking him into the martial arts school as a...money bag, bah, like an apprentice member, but there is a real possibility that he will be accepted into the sect and become your junior fellow apprentice in the future.
Of course, it would take a period of observation to confirm that the junior brother’s qualifications or character are not too bad.
Feng Mu was full of question marks. He felt that the smile on the giant man's face was really creepy, as if he was going to eat people in the street. He felt more and more that he was being treated as his dinner.
"It just saves me the trouble of smashing the plaque. I can go back with him and feel the feeling again."
Feng Mu felt solemn, but nodded, pushing his bicycle and following behind Li Bashan.
When Li Bashan saw Feng Mu agreed, he didn't know what he was thinking about. He drooled a little, touched his belly, and walked briskly in front.
The crowded pedestrians were squeezed to make way. Those with bad tempers were about to curse, but as soon as they looked up, they all put on polite and civilized smiles.
Feng Mu followed behind, pushing his bicycle two steps at a time, almost jogging, and could barely keep up with Li Bashan's speed.
"I am so eager to catch up with others and I have to catch up with them. I am afraid there is no one else in the world who can catch up with me."
Feng Mu complained in his heart, but it felt really good to have a giant man charging ahead and clearing the way for him. If he had the chance in the future, he would train someone like him under his command.
Inside the Canglong Martial Arts School.
Feng Yuhuai, whose curvy figure was outlined by his training clothes, glanced sideways out the French window and frowned slightly.
She seemed to have seen Feng Mu's figure just now.
"Why did Feng Mu come to the martial arts hall street? He dropped out of school and gave up the exam. He is not holding on to some unrealistic ideas. Isn't it good to work honestly and make money? Why does he have to squander all the money he has worked so hard to earn?"
"But fortunately, martial arts schools always look at students' aptitude when recruiting them. Feng Mu's aptitude is so ridiculous that there is no way any martial arts school would accept him."
"Well, what if a martial arts school cheats him out of his money? No, I have to call him tonight and give my stupid brother some advice..."
(End of this chapter)
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