Chapter 4: 4-Pagoda Visualization Method

In the afternoon, the snow stopped.

But the accumulated snow blocked the mountains and the roads.

One could not go up the mountain, nor could one go to the county town.

Tanghe Village became a village isolated from the rest of the world.

In Huichun Hall, the proprietor and the blind man only managed two meals that day.

They ate flatbread last night, and today they ate soup noodles; essentially, it was still the same stuff.

After finishing the soup noodles, both of their bodies felt a bit warmer; Tong Jia finished washing the pots and bowls, then poked her head out to look at the front door again.

There was absolutely no one coming to see a doctor.

Moreover, at a time like this, even if someone did come, Tong Jia doubted that the person would pay after the consultation, or they would pay very little.

While Song Cheng was walking in the courtyard leaning on his crutch, she uncovered the ceramic jar in the small side room to take a look.

There was still a third of the coarse grain flour left in the jar; if they ate sparingly, it could last for over half a month.

On the lid of the ceramic jar sat a small bag of soybeans, a large bag of various wild herbs and roots, a jar of millet mixed with quite a lot of rice bran, and a piece of cured meat the size of a palm.

"Brother Cheng, come help me with something."

Tong Jia poked her head out and called.

Song Cheng hurried over.

Tong Jia said, "Let's move the jar to where we sleep; it's not safe leaving it here."

Song Cheng nodded, thinking she was quite right.

The two of them made a great effort, lifting, pushing, and rolling, until they finally got the ceramic jar over the threshold and into the room.

Once finished, the two of them moved chairs and sat under the eaves.

Song Cheng suddenly heard footsteps coming from afar.

He turned his head first and scanned.

【Strength: 0~0】

【Favorability: 60】

'Still 0, it seems the proprietor is quite strong.'

Tong Jia saw him turn his head toward the direction of the house, seeing nothing, so she asked in astonishment, "What are you looking at?"

Before he could answer, a fat woman wearing a padded jacket walked out from outside the wall.

As soon as the fat woman appeared, she was all smiles, waving her hands and shouting, "Tong Dafu, Tong Dafu!"

Tong Jia said, "Chen Shen!"

Song Cheng knew from the memories of his predecessor that this "Chen Shen" was the village matchmaker, who even worked in the county town; because she helped people arrange marriages, she had received many benefits and was someone who was doing quite well in the village.

Tong Jia stood up to greet her and asked, "Chen Shen, what is it?"

The fat woman didn't care about the blind man at all, smiling and saying, "Good news, heaven-sent good news, Tong Dafu."

"What good news?" Tong Jia asked curiously.

Chen Shen said with a face full of smiles, "I should have told you earlier, but the old doctor was busy with the funeral these past two days, so I waited until today, don't blame me."

"Chen Shen, just tell me."

"Master Wang in the county says he wants to take another concubine, and this time he wants one who understands medicine.

Master Wang, you know him, he is a famous figure in Shanghe County.

Once he opened his golden mouth, many people brought portraits over, and some even brought their daughters directly to him, and guess what happened?"

Chen Shen paused for effect, then clapped her hands and laughed, "Master Wang didn't fancy anyone, he just named you, saying he once visited the village and had a chance encounter with you. What is fate? This is fate!"

Chen Shen spoke with a silver tongue.

Before Tong Jia could speak, Chen Shen continued, "I know, Master Wang is twenty years older than you, but older men know how to cherish women. Unlike those reckless young men, what's so good about them?"

Tong Jia said, "Aunt, I am already with Song Cheng, I will not be with another man."

Chen Shen froze for a moment, then giggled, "Master Wang won't mind, it's just a concubine anyway."

Tong Jia reached out and grabbed a laundry bat.

Chen Shen was stunned and said, "Tong Dafu, what are you doing?"

Tong Jia hit her palm with the laundry bat, one strike after another, and said, "Get out!"

Chen Shen was unwilling to give up and wanted to say more.

Tong Jia raised the laundry bat.

Chen Shen had no choice but to flee in a panic, shouting as she ran, "Think about it some more!"

Tong Jia went to the courtyard gate, angrily slammed the wicker gate shut with a "bang," then sat back down in the chair next to Song Cheng and said, "I'm so mad!"

Song Cheng's eyes followed Chen Shen as she moved, and Chen Shen's "favorability" had changed from 60 to 50.

He frowned.

Where people live, there is too much trouble.

In winter, it gets dark early, and with the overcast sky, it was even more so.

Not long after, it turned dark.

Tong Jia slid the door bolt, thought for a moment, and pushed the table in front of the door to block it, then rustled as she took off her padded trousers, calling out, "Brother Cheng, come to the bed. Lie down early, you won't be hungry at night."

Song Cheng responded and also took off his clothes and trousers.

Outside the window, the snow reflected the light, making the sky look gray.

Inside the window, the bed creaked for a long time, until the gray outside turned into pure black. The beautiful woman arched her neck like a swan stretching its throat.

The hurried breathing turned into long sighs amidst the driving wind and rain.

"Brother Cheng, how do you know so many shameful tricks? Have you been cheating on me outside?"

"No, you cannot see, and you have always been in my Huichun Hall. Then, then you are naturally good at doting on your wife."

The beautiful woman giggled.

Song Cheng felt the warmth of their skin pressed together, touched her face, and suddenly asked: "Wife, are you pretty?"

Tong Jia had a tacit understanding and said in a sweet voice: "When I am outside, I always smear ash on my face, and only wash it off when I get on the bed, so don't worry."

Song Cheng nodded.

Over the next three days, he tested this "auxiliary device" as much as possible, and then confirmed one point: the functions of this "auxiliary device" were the functions he had created himself.

In short, as long as he lived a harmonious married life with his bound wife, even if they did not share a bed, he could fixedly obtain 5 free points.

The third day, morning. The distant mountains were still white, the accumulated snow was hard to melt, but the courtyard had long since been swept clean.

Song Cheng glanced at the panel.

【Add Points: 5 points】

【Skill: Heart Eye (Completion) (8/8)】

He added points as soon as he had them, never leaving them empty.

Yesterday's 5 points were added to fill it, and Heart Eye had reached Completion.

Not Yet Initiated, touch generates outlines.

Small Accomplishment, listening to the wind.

Great Accomplishment, listening to sounds.

Completion, wherever there is airflow or sound, it is just like seeing it with one's own eyes.

At this moment, he looked at the "+" sign after "Heart Eye (Completion) (8/8)".

【Can derive a new skill, current success rate: 50%】

"Derive."

Song Cheng clicked the "+" sign.

5 points became 4 points, and a strange sensation surged up.

As a blind man walking in the world, with no eyes on his face but eyes in his heart, wherever there was the sound of wind, he would not be blind to it.

But this was still very inconvenient.

When encountering steep mountain roads, his walking speed would slow to the extreme, because he needed to stop every step he took to confirm the terrain before he could continue moving forward.

As for reading books, looking at maps, and the like, those were completely cut off from him. Unless someone spread the book pages on his palm and then used their fingers to slowly trace them on his palm through the pages.

Thus, he racked his brains for a way to change this, but gained nothing.

"Failed."

Song Cheng paused slightly and continued to click the "+" sign.

"Seeing" was very important to him, and he was also very curious about what he could derive.

4 points became 3 points.

Failed.

3 points became 2 points.

Failed.

Song Cheng frowned.

"Is this fifty percent probability fake?"

This time he paused slightly and continued to click.

2 points became 1 point.

A strange sensation surged up.

He racked his brains, attempted training, and even ran on the rugged paths in the mountains to force himself to react quickly to the terrain.

He fell many times, his nose bruised and face swollen, and he even almost fell into a deep cliff.

After an unknown number of trials, one time, he lay on the ground exhausted, then propped up his body and slowly sat cross-legged.

It was late spring, the wind carried the fragrance of flowers, and forest beasts were running.

For a moment, he was a bit distracted and dazed.

He fell into a strange state of meditation, his body heavy, his Soul light and agile.

The light and agile Soul walked within the heavy body, which made him think of a scene before he transmigrated. At that time, he seemed to have been too tired from playing "Avici Hell", so he went out for an outing, and he went to a natural scenic area. He saw an Ancient Tower with quite a history, decided to climb high to look into the distance, and then he transmigrated.

The appearance of that Ancient Tower became clearer and clearer in his mind.

Suddenly, he felt something in his heart, and when he opened his eyes again, the panel had changed:

【Add Points: 1 point】

【Realm: Not Yet Initiated】

【Cultivation Method: None】

【Skills】

Pagoda Meditation Method (Yellow Grade, Fourth Rank) (Not Yet Initiated) (0/2)

(End of this chapter)