Chapter 37 Tossing Pots
Its entire body was glossy black, forming a small mountain. Although its fragrance had faded, its slender tentacles still stood stubbornly upright, its short legs spread out in all directions, emitting an intoxicating aroma.
This big pot is filled with fried crickets.
Seeing this, Ling Zheng almost laughed out loud. Strangely, he had grasped Wen Rensu's train of thought. The corners of his mouth twitched for a moment, and he was speechless for a moment.
Using Gu on oneself is roughly equivalent to liking to eat insects, right? Although he unilaterally denied that this was a date, in Wen Rensu's opinion, dating means asking your partner to eat insects?
It is simple yet extremely outrageous.
He looked Wen Rensu up and down with a strange look in his eyes, then replied unhappily, "I don't like eating this."
At this moment, Wen Rensu's mind seemed to be fuzzy, and he asked innocently, "How is it possible?"
"...Don't pretend." Ling Zheng whispered in Wen Rensu's ear, gritting his teeth. Facing the garbled glances of the shopkeeper and the customers, he pulled his arm and walked away.
He suddenly had a different idea but still managed to understand it, but he refused and still asked. Judging from Wenrensu's usual intelligence, he is now 100% pretending.
The shop owner and the customers initially thought the two were just friends, but seeing the boy's reaction and the sudden lively expression when talking to the man, it seemed like they were real partners.
After walking away from the stall, Wen Rensu laughed out loud: "So what do you like to eat?"
"I'm not hungry." Ling Zheng said lightly.
"Snacks don't take up too much space. Hey, do you want to eat that?" Wen Rensu raised his chin and poked Ling Zheng's shoulder. "I'm not kidding."
Seeing that Ling Zheng remained unmoved, Wen Rensu seemed helpless, shook his head, walked over first, and called out to a vendor selling candied haws.
"Little brother, how much are the candied haws?"
"Sir, one string costs one penny."
After giving the money, Wen Rensu carefully observed the straw rack and took out a string of candied haws, which were round and crystal clear.
He picked up the candied haws and shook it gently, smiled at Ling Zheng, walked back and handed it to him, "Here."
The candied haws in front of him exuded a fresh fruity aroma. Before he even put it in his mouth, he could already imagine its sour and sweet taste. He couldn't control his saliva and swallowed it instinctively.
"Thank you." Ling Zheng pursed his lips and took the candied haws. He hadn't eaten this in years and really missed it.
After biting off a piece from the skewer and chewing it for a few times, Ling Zheng seemed to have sensed something and raised his hand to feed Wen Rensu.
Wen Rensu raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you going to eat anymore?"
Ling Zheng smiled sweetly, holding the candied haws in his hand: "Let's share the happiness."
A brilliant smile appeared on Ling Zheng's face, which did not seem out of place, like a well-behaved and lovely young man. Wen Rensu's eyes flashed with subtlety, and he held Ling Zheng's hand, took a piece of fruit in his mouth, and bit it gently.
The juice flowed through the throat, causing a few sudden coughs. The excessive sourness exploded from the mouth, overwhelming the whole body and rushing straight to the forehead. The root of the tongue was left with a numbing aftertaste of the sourness for a long time.
Only when Wen Rensu's face was distorted did Ling Zheng quietly spit out the fruit pulp under his tongue.
"The vendor lied to me and said it would be sweet." Wen Rensu muttered.
Ling Zheng sneered at Wen Rensu's complaints. He knew there were many vendors taking advantage of the situation at night markets, so he said he wasn't hungry. Wen Rensu, however, was aloof and unworldly, so he pressed forward.
After walking for a while, they suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums in front of them. The crowd suddenly became excited and rushed forward, forming three layers inside and three layers outside.
Ling Zheng didn't want to join in the fun, but strength lies in numbers, and they pushed them in. Wen Rensu had to put his arm around Ling Zheng's shoulders to avoid being separated.
In the open space separated by red ropes, one side is against a wall with many objects tied to it with fishing nets.
At the bottom, there is a wooden sign that says "Class C". This section has the most things, including small lanterns, cute wood carvings, and freshly baked snacks.
"Class C" and above are marked with "Class B" and "Class A" in order, and the prizes are getting more and more generous, including ornaments such as hairpins and jade pendants, as well as weapons such as daggers and spears;
But the most special thing was the pair of strange weapons hanging from the top, with four prongs, nine blades and thirteen edges. Its main body was silver-white, and it was surrounded by a dark blue chill.
Ling Zheng raised his eyes and gazed at it. When the object came into his sight, his mind went blank for a moment, and his heartbeat was like a drum, leaping in his chest. At this moment, his soul seemed to resonate with this weapon.
A middle-aged man who looked like the boss, holding a gong, said loudly, "Good evening, everyone! I'm organizing a small event, where there will be prizes for pitching pots."
"The prizes are right here on this wall. Ten winners for Class C, five for Class B, and one for Class A! The registration fee is only ten copper coins. No cheating, everyone is welcome to come!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the boss raised the gong hammer and struck it several times, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The loud and festive sound immediately aroused the emotions of everyone present.
Noticing Ling Zheng's daze, Wen Rensu followed his gaze and was quite surprised. "Huh? Ziwu Yuanyang Yue?"
This weapon is a special weapon for close combat, which focuses more on physical skills than strength, and requires a flexible mind to master it. But more importantly, this Ziwu Yuanyang Yue is the main weapon of the future protagonist.
In the later part of the book, the sharp axe will tear flesh and skin apart if touched for a moment, and combined with the pervasive poisonous insects, no matter whether it is a spear or a sword, they will be defeated.
However, the Ziwu Yuanyang Yue was not originally obtained here. Wen Rensu thought it was dropped by a butterfly, but he did not expect that the plot would repair itself.
Wenren Su: "Do you want it?"
"...I don't know how to play pitch pot." Ling Zheng's eyes wandered.
Wen Rensu smiled slightly and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a voice interrupting him, "What's the difficulty—"
The two turned around in surprise and saw a woman with bright eyes and white teeth, about twenty years old. There was a calm demeanor between her brows. She looked at Ling Zheng for a long time without any concealment.
"What a handsome brother! Let me get it for you." After that, she glanced at the man beside her and said nonchalantly, "A Liu, go."
Ling Zheng: “!!!”
He was shocked, not because of the mysterious woman's kindness, but because of this man named "A Liu". When did he get here?
It was only because the mysterious woman took the initiative to speak to A Liu that Ling Zheng noticed her existence. This proved that A Liu's invisibility skills had reached the highest level of perfection.
A person with such strength is willing to be a guard. The identity of the mysterious woman must be rich or noble.
"Yes, Miss." Ah Liu, dressed in a dark black robe, was about to use his Qinggong to move forward when the mysterious woman grabbed her sleeve and frowned angrily, "What are you doing? I didn't ask you to snatch it away, I asked you to win it by playing pot toss!"
Wen Ren Su interrupted their monologue and said, "Miss, there is no need to do anything for my young master. I can take the lead myself." As he said that, he took half a step forward, forming a vague defensive posture.
The arrival of this mysterious woman was very strange. She was calm and composed from beginning to end, unlike an ordinary woman who stayed in seclusion. Combined with that A Liu, it really made people alert.
Hearing the insult of Wenren's "shameless words", the mysterious woman was not annoyed, but instead covered her mouth and chuckled a few times, with a lazy and dragging tone.
"You? Ah Liu, compete with him."
At first, Ah Liu thought he had snatched it away, but since he knew he needed to throw the pot, his attitude became hesitant, "But I have orders to protect you, young lady..."
The mysterious woman glared at him and said, "There's no one here who can match you. They're just a few feet away. Just go ahead and compete. Win that thing easily, and I'll give you a reward."
At this point, Ah Liu bowed and clasped his fists: "As you command, but this is my duty, I do not ask for any reward, young lady."
Wen Rensu's eyes dimmed slightly, and he finally realized that they were not here with good intentions. Although he didn't know why, he would not avoid them. "In that case, please come in."
Ling Zheng, the person involved, was completely stunned. When did he become so popular? He tugged at Wen Rensu's sleeve and whispered, "Can you really do it?"
Wen Rensu patted Ling Zheng's hand and walked straight to the open space. He was followed by loud cheers from the onlookers, most of whom were women.
There was no other reason, it was just that Wen Rensu's appearance was so outstanding that even women who already had someone in their hearts were willing to take a few more glances at him, but other men glared at him.
There was even a gambling game going on here, with bets on who would win the top prize. The mysterious woman smiled sweetly, "Brother Jun, do you want to gamble?" Without waiting for Ling Zheng to answer, she placed a silver ingot on the red cloth of the gambling table, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
This kind of gambling game is usually just for fun, and a few copper coins are already the most. I didn't expect this person to be so lavish. He must be of a prominent status. The stall owner could only suppress his greed and said with an embarrassed look, "Miss, your money is too valuable. We can't make the change."
Turning to look at Ling Zheng, she found that he had no reaction to this. The mysterious woman knocked on the table thoughtfully and took back the silver. "Ah, okay, forget it then."
In the open space, through a brief contact, Wenren Su knew that A Liu was a guard, and he was also quite skilled in entertainment activities such as throwing pots.
He stood sideways, raised his wrist slightly, and the arrow flew towards Hukou like a meteor, making a crisp collision sound and causing warm cheers.
Most of the people here are ordinary people. They don’t have as much fun as the royal nobles, nor do they have the superb mobility of martial artists.
Basically, no one can make the shot. Those who can make the shot also took a long time to prepare before making the shot, unlike A Liu who can do it spontaneously.
They signed up at the same time, followed by Wen Rensu. He just walked forward and before he started throwing, the cheers from the women had already pushed the atmosphere to a climax.
Ling Zheng folded his arms, his face expressionless. He felt a strange sense of unease as the noises around him continued. The mysterious woman beside him also watched quietly, a slight smile on her lips.
Wen Rensu was unaffected. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze focused, and without much time to think, he threw the arrow lightly. The arrow formed a perfect parabola and penetrated the center of the pot's mouth.
The women watching cheered again.
After filtering out a wave of small soldiers and crab generals, the players in the second round of pitching pots have all mastered a certain basic skill.
The boss announced the new rules of the duel, "This time you have to hit two arrows in a row to advance."
Tou Hu is an activity that requires both luck and skill, but hitting two arrows in a row requires pure skill. Therefore, even those who happened to advance to the first round also reached the end.
A Liu remained calm and met his boss's request; the same was true when Wen Rensu complained.
Only six people remained in the third round.
The boss is very good at creating a crowd. "For the third round, everyone will have ten arrows engraved with a mark. All participants will start at the same time. Within half a quarter of an hour, whoever has the most arrows in the pot will take first place!"
The onlookers understood the boss's implication: starting the duel at the same time meant that in addition to being accurate, they also had to be quick and decisive, otherwise there would be no space in the pot, and there would be no question of whether the shot was successful or not.
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