Chapter 13: That

For the next few days, I don't know what Huang Rong was thinking, but she kept following Zhuang Buran, and Guo Jing naturally followed.

During this period, Huang Rong made trouble from time to time, as if she wanted to take revenge for the anger she had suffered, but every time she returned without success.

One day, she couldn't help but ask why he could accurately avoid eating the dishes that had been tampered with every time.

Then she heard Zhuang Buran reply lazily:

"Knowing medicine naturally means being familiar with pharmacology, and also understanding poison arts. Of course, I can see that something is wrong."

Since then, Huang Rong no longer wanted to teach Zhuang Buran a lesson through food.

On this day, the three came to the Yangtze River. Guo and Huang, who had already reconciled, jumped into the big river to play in the water. Zhuang Buran walked on the shore, but heard a slight dull sound from his chest, like a toad croaking.

As he practiced for seven or eight major cycles, the entire abdomen also croaked slightly, and the internal organs moved slowly, one sound after another, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, like spring coming, arriving at the fields and ponds, with many toads croaking one after another.

When Guo and Huang came ashore, they started a fire and took out the clothes in the package to change. While Guo Jing dried his wet clothes, he looked at Zhuang Buran, who was still practicing diligently, and couldn't help but sigh:

"After so many days, I finally understand why Brother Zhuang has such unfathomable martial arts at such a young age. He doesn't even forget to practice martial arts when walking or resting."

When he said this, he deliberately lowered his voice:

"Rong'er, and I discovered that he is truly a rare martial arts genius in the world."

"What do you mean?" Huang Rong looked puzzled.

"Daoist Ma of the Quanzhen Sect taught me some methods of breathing, sitting, walking, and sleeping. Later I realized that this is the orthodox internal energy of the Profound Gate."

"Two days ago, I noticed that Brother Zhuang's movements were becoming more and more similar to mine. It was from then on that I paid attention."

"Only then did I thoroughly understand that through frequent contact with me during this period, Brother Zhuang realized the essence of Quanzhen Sect's internal energy from my daily breathing, sitting, walking, and sleeping."

When Huang Rong heard this, her chest felt blocked with anger:

"Oh, then we really lost a lot. I've been a cook every day, and you even let him steal the internal energy."

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She originally intended to take revenge and vent her anger, but she didn't expect that the longer she stayed by someone's side, the more she lost.

"I said that with his martial arts-obsessed temperament, he shouldn't like to be in contact with people. Why would he always let us stay by his side."

Huang Rong bit her silver teeth: "Now everything is explained. It turns out there is another plan."

"Rong'er, Daoist Ma taught me internal energy. Brother Zhuang learned it by himself. It shouldn't count as me privately passing it on, right?" Guo Jing looked bitter.

"Naturally it doesn't count. Who would have thought that there is such a monster in the world? Most of the Profound Gate martial arts need to understand Daoist terminology, otherwise, if one is not careful, one might go into devilish madness."

"But this person is good, able to steal martial arts directly from others' daily life."

Huang Rong looked at Zhuang Buran, who was still practicing:

"God is really blind to let such a person appear. It's fine to be a genius, but he's also so diligent. How can the martial arts practitioners in the world handle themselves."

She looked back at Guo Jing, her pretty face showing a mischievous smile:

"Jing brother, look at him, he looks like he's being chased by a dog, so he can only keep running forward."

"Brother Zhuang is just practicing martial arts diligently. Did he offend you too?"

When Huang Rong heard Guo Jing say this, she was immediately unhappy: "Whose side are you on? He stole your internal energy, and you still help him speak."

Guo Jing looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say. In his view, Zhuang Buran was Huang Rong's blood relative. Although they didn't look like they had a good relationship, they were relatives after all.

And he was caught in the middle, difficult on both sides, and couldn't say much, so he could only try his best to balance the relationship between the two.

Afterwards, when the wet clothes were dried, Huang Rong, who was in a bad mood, simply asked Guo Jing to buy three chickens, intending to make beggar chicken to eat.

Just as Huang Rong's beggar chicken was about to be done, Zhuang Buran finished his practice.

"Hey, Zhuang, you've eaten so much of my free food for so many days, and you even cunningly stole Jing brother's orthodox internal energy. Don't you have anything to express?"

"Steal? How can you say that? Clearly you created the opportunity for me to learn openly!" Zhuang Buran raised his brows.

"Shameless little thief." Huang Rong said angrily.

Zhuang Buran said calmly:

"If you didn't follow me, Guo Jing wouldn't have caught up, and we wouldn't have traveled together. Since that's the case, since I'm idle, I might as well learn something, and I can make up for the shortcomings in my martial arts again."

He didn't forget to say at the end:

"By the way, you want an expression, right? Then Zhuang will thank you first. It was really hard to refuse your kindness before."

Such words were no less than sprinkling salt on a wound, making Huang Rong throw a beggar chicken she was roasting on the fire at Zhuang Buran's head.

"Zhuang has hard skills, which can be called invulnerable to swords and guns, and water and fire. Your move seems to be really sending food."

Zhuang Buran neatly peeled off the dry mud of the beggar chicken, the chicken feathers fell with the mud, revealing white and tender chicken meat, and then the rich fragrance hit his face.

Just as he was about to move, his expression froze, as if he noticed some movement.

Huang Rong saw Zhuang Buran didn't take the lead to gorge himself as usual, and a trace of mockery appeared in her eyes:

"Yo, is it because you found your conscience, or are you guilty? Today you actually know how to wait for us to eat together."

At this moment, Guo and Huang were shocked, but heard a voice suddenly shouting from the tree branch not far away:

"Little brother, isn't it a bit too much for one person to eat a beggar chicken? Why don't you tear it into two portions? Remember to give me the one with the chicken butt."

As the words fell, a person jumped down from the tree branch. The three looked over and saw a middle-aged beggar. He had a long square face, a slight beard under his chin, rough hands and feet, and his clothes were covered with patches, but they were washed clean and looked very neat.

He also held a green bamboo staff as clear as jade, carried a large vermilion gourd on his back, and had a monkey-like greedy look on his face.

"Zhuang is young and strong, with a large appetite, and has always been protective of food."

Zhuang Buran naturally recognized who was coming, but didn't give any face, refusing directly:

"So, no."

"Good kid, the old beggar really hasn't met a junior like you who doesn't give face." Hong Qigong laughed and shook his head.

"That's a coincidence, you

Hong Qigong was choked up quite a bit and couldn't help but size Zhuang Buran up carefully:

"Kid, do you not know what it means to respect your elders?"

"I truly do not." Zhuang Buran spat out these few words.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect to see someone today whose temperament clashes with this old beggar's again."

Hong Qigong kept sizing Zhuang Buran up:

"Seeing you, I can't help but think of an old friend, but if I look a bit closer, I find you resemble another old friend of this old beggar's. It really is strange."

(End of chapter)