Chapter 83: Skipped the Intermediate Steps? How Strange and Bizarre

Returned to Douqiong Martial Hall.

Li Bashan walked straight into the dojo, a pair of tiger eyes staring at Hong Ya.

Hong Ya was less than 1.5 meters tall, habitually crouching on the chair, her small face buried in the rice bowl, only revealing the hair bun tied into a ball.

Suddenly, Hong Ya felt a strong sense of oppression.

She raised her head with some vigilance, licking the rice grains from the corner of her mouth with her tongue while clutching the bowl to her chest like a chick protecting its food, and said helplessly: "Senior Brother, your rice goose specifically instructed Wei Yi to serve yours in advance and leave it in the pot; rest assured, the portion is very sufficient, enough to eat."

Li Bashan looked closely at the food in Hong Ya's rice bowl, listing a string of dishes in his mind like reporting dish names: "Cabbage Tofu, Chicken Thigh Meat, Braised Meatballs, Beef Cubes….."

The meals in Douqiong Martial Hall's Inner Courtyard are not synthetic food 3D printed by factories, but rather natural ingredients bought at great expense through connections, then cooked by the highly skilled Wei Yi.

Although the bags of synthetic food are all labeled 【Synthetic food is just as healthy, safe, and nutritious as natural food】, Master Li Guishe is an old-school person to the bone, and still trusts things that grow directly from the ground more.

For this, Douqiong Martial Hall spends a small half of its annual income on this, eaten into the stomachs of Master and his six brothers and sisters.

Li Bashan doesn't understand what synthetic or natural means; he simply feels the rice in the Inner Courtyard smells more fragrant than what's eaten outside. Obviously, with the largest physique and eating the most, one person can match the food intake of five people.

Li Bashan swallowed his saliva, his Adam's apple wriggled, looking at the food-protecting Hong Ya with a slightly red face: "Hong Ya, you eat slowly, Senior Brother won't snatch yours."

Upon hearing this, Hong Ya protected it even tighter, with a look of 'you said this last time too'.

Li Bashan laughed coldly, strode toward the Inner Courtyard, and tossed back a sentence: "Master told me to bring the person back; Hong Ya, you re-register him at the hall, I'll come over in a bit."

The voice was still there, but the figure had already disappeared.

Hong Ya still clutched the bowl until confirming Senior Brother couldn't possibly appear in one step to snatch the bowl in her hand; only then did the vigilance on her face slowly dissipate, replaced by a complex gaze at the "Junior Brother" before her.

Master Li Guishe had just come to instruct her; clearly, Master also considered Senior Brother's rough personality, afraid he would bring the person back and then neglect them.

Registering Junior Brother for entry and the early assessment matters still had to be handled by Hong Ya, the most careful and steady among the brothers and sisters.

Hong Ya felt Master's high regard, feeling proud in her heart, completely forgetting that just now it was precisely because of her own carelessness that she nearly harmed "Junior Brother" into becoming fertilizer for watering trees before he even entered the door.

Hong Ya looked at Feng Mu with complex eyes; although the other party didn't know he was about to become their Junior Brother, Hong Ya knew clearly in her heart, this Junior Brother basically had no escape.

Just because Master just now laughed like a monkey; sin, sin, cannot describe Master this old man like that.

Should say, just because the usually appearance-conscious Master, when solemnly entrusting her just now, had two vegetable leaves forgotten to be picked from his mouth full of yellow teeth.

Hong Ya knew Junior Brother was nailed down; what assessment of aptitude and nature, it was just Master going through the motions of a process to save face for her.

At another martial hall, this process assessment would certainly be real; after all, other martial halls even have bone quality requirements for collecting apprentice members, afraid of ruining their own brand reputation.

But own people know own matters; Douqiong Martial Hall collecting apprentice members never looks at these empty-headed things, main focus is teaching without discrimination, only staring at the disciple's wallet.

As for formally accepting as a disciple and entering the sect gate, how other halls are, Hong Ya doesn't know either; but our Master Li Guishe, emphasizes acting on one's own wishes, you and I have fate.

Very obviously, Junior Brother is the fate smashed out by the signboard; just don't know how this bad karma turned into good karma?

While Hong Ya was guessing in her heart, Feng Mu's heart was also beating drums.

What the hell?

You guys are eating, but the food isn't me; you guys doing this makes things very difficult for me.

Only Hong Ya was eating in the dojo; other disciples in the hall were still sweating profusely in various sparring, or exerting themselves against instruments.

A few seemed to have also smelled the rice fragrance, got hungry, took out some snacks from their pockets to eat, eating while casting curious glances at Feng Mu.

Hong Ya wiped her mouth with a tissue, pushed the rice bowl aside, then thought again, felt it unsafe, put the rice bowl into the cabinet below, and locked it with a lock.

Feng Mu's eyelids twitched watching: "No, where's that kill-without-blinking temperament from when we first met? How did you all turn into silly rice buckets? Like this, the E Iron in my stomach has no feeling at all."

Hong Ya took out a registration book, cleared her throat and said: "Let me re-register your information, sorry about this afternoon's matter."

Hong Ya apologized sincerely; although her voice was very small, her attitude was exceptionally polite.

Actually Hong Ya thought in her heart: "Junior Brother, you will thank me later; if not for my Hong Ya's shout, where would your fate with Master come from."

Feng Mu pinched his nose; the situation had a deviation from his prediction, a bit large.

While speaking, Li Bashan came back carrying a rice bucket, really carrying a rice bucket, the kind Wang Xiuli uses at home to wash mops, except one is wood and one is iron.

A full wooden bucket of rice, vegetables, meat, and rice all mixed inside, the middle already sunken in a piece.

Li Bashan held the wooden bucket with one hand like a normal person holding a bowl, right hand holding a wooden spoon for stir-frying, walking while shoveling rice into his mouth.

Wolfing it down, mouth full of oil.

Watching Li Bashan's eating appearance, quite a few disciples in the hall had stomachs gurgling, Feng Mu's mouth also began secreting saliva.

Li Bashan stopped eating, his fierce face revealing a trace of struggle; he stirred the bucket with the wooden spoon, scooped out a large chicken leg, and handed it to Feng Mu.

"This afternoon's matter, sorry, compensate you with food." Li Bashan still had rice stuffed in his mouth, speech muffled and unclear.

Hong Ya's eyeballs nearly popped out; she seriously suspected this Senior Brother before her was an imposter.

Feng Mu declined Li Bashan's kindness; the latter hurriedly stuffed the chicken leg into his mouth, upper and lower teeth chewed once, skin, meat, and bone all chewed to bits and swallowed into his stomach.

"What terrifying teeth."

Feng Mu was secretly shocked; he usually swallows iron without daring to chew, afraid of breaking his teeth, but he suspects if it were Li Bashan, he wouldn't have this concern.

Feng Mu sighed inwardly; he isn't some utterly evil maniac.

Since Douqiong Martial Hall sincerely apologized, with such polite and friendly attitude, even sharing a chicken leg with him… it's hard for him to publicly turn hostile now, go out and smash another signboard.

Most importantly, when he just entered, the door lintel outside was still empty, no signboard.

"Forget it, today isn't suitable for turning hostile; just join Douqiong Martial Hall first, find a chance later to verify E Iron's digestion."

Feng Mu now understood the flavor, roughly guessed Douqiong Martial Hall's meaning; left and right it's just letting him come back as an apprentice member, wanting to earn his bit of money again.

Right, raising these rice buckets in the hall, expenses are large.

Feng Mu didn't stand on ceremony either, just let Hong Ya re-register his information, took out the money from his pocket again.

Unexpectedly, Hong Ya refused to take the money, and even replaced his ordinary membership card with an advanced membership card.

Feng Mu was surprised and doubtful, his brain truly entered a fog, a face of sluggish dullness.

Seeing his expression, Hong Ya felt inexplicably proud, smiled and said: "Compensation for this afternoon, not taking your money, come I'll take you to get training uniform now."

Feng Mu hesitated three seconds, then was dragged by the enthusiastic Hong Ya toward the dojo.

While following, Feng Mu thought in his head: "If not earning my bit of money, then it's coveting me as a person, right?"

How strange, how bizarre.

My original plan was indeed to slowly reveal my talent, to be recognized by the discerning eyes of the Martial Arts Hall, for them to discover the essence of gold and jade beneath a tattered exterior, and to unearth and cultivate me.

What is the situation now?

Why does it feel like it wants to skip the previous steps entirely and rush straight to the final one?

The Douqiong Martial Hall's attitude has changed so drastically from before to after; what exactly happened in between, or could it be that some pair of fiery golden eyes took a fancy to me at first sight?

Feng Mu harbored doubts in his heart, a trace of panic in his chest, even more panicked than when he previously suspected the giant man would eat him raw, but the more guilty his heart, the more impassive Feng Mu's face remained, consistently displaying a dull and wooden stupor as if stunned by a pie falling from the sky.

Very well, let me just see what medicine the Douqiong Martial Hall is selling in its gourd...

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