Chapter 62: Monsters Attacking?

At dusk, the setting sun was slightly tipsy.

Bathed in the sunset, the group walked and stopped along the way, finally climbing up the mountain before dark.

However, everyone was panting and drenched in sweat.

When they arrived at the temple gate.

The group could no longer hold on and sat down on the steps one after another to rest.

Although they were very tired, they all felt a sense of accomplishment.

Looking at the steep steps below that seemed to have no end, everyone felt they were exceptionally strong.

At this moment, Luo Zijun's determination to practice martial arts grew even firmer.

While the others were so tired their legs were shaking and they were exhausted, he only felt his whole body heating up, with endless strength remaining inside him.

At this time, if a wild beast or an assassin were to suddenly rush out from the forest nearby, the others would probably only be able to tremble and sit there waiting for death.

But he could completely clench his fists and immediately... turn tail and run!

This is the difference between practicing martial arts and just reading books.

In many cases, practicing martial arts can indeed save one's life, especially in a world with demons, monsters, and ghosts.

Of course, it is estimated that many people here do not know about these things.

However, this body was still a bit weak.

It had strength, but no defense.

According to his brother-in-law, to truly become a martial artist, one still needs to soak in medicinal baths daily and use external techniques to temper and refine the body, forcing out all the waste inside, Refining Flesh and tempering bones, so that the body possesses higher explosive power and stronger resistance to blows.

Only in this way can one both fight and defend.

He decided that when he returned from the spring outing, he would find a way to start truly practicing martial arts.

At this time, the monks in the temple had already received the news.

Abbot Huitong personally led a group of monks out to welcome them, showing the importance placed on the students.

The students hurriedly stood up to salute.

"Amitabha, this temple is humble, I hope all you patrons will not mind."

Abbot Huitong led the students into the temple.

Although the students were excited, they also knew to keep quiet here.

They first went to the main hall to worship Buddha and offer incense.

Some students went forward to draw lots, hoping to get a good fortune to bless their future.

Some students prayed to Buddha, praying for their families.

Xu Xian knelt before the Buddha statue, especially devout, muttering to himself, hoping that the Buddha would bless him so he would no longer be unlucky in the future.

Luo Zijun secretly said to himself from the side: Unless that White Snake stops coming for you!

The sunset on the horizon soon fell behind the mountains.

After the group finished worshipping Buddha and played in the temple for a while, they went to the backyard to dine.

The monks brought out freshly made vegetarian noodles, steaming hot.

The students were tired and hungry, so they didn't mind; after the monks left, they immediately picked up their chopsticks and slurped them up.

After eating, it was naturally time to bathe.

Having climbed the mountain covered in sweat, one couldn't sleep without a bath.

The male and female students were separated, each living in several small courtyards, drawing water from the well and boiling it themselves.

Many people were pampered at home, served by maids and servants, but now they could only rely on themselves.

Fortunately, there were many companions, and chatting and laughing while working, they didn't feel tired.

Instead, it was quite interesting.

While bathing, Zhang Liyan started joking: "Zhaodi, you were kissed and touched by that Luo Zijun, why don't you just have your father go to that guy's house to propose marriage when we go back tomorrow?"

The others all laughed.

Sun Yan'er stood to the side, lowering her head and saying nothing.

Huang Zhaodi washed her body carelessly and said: "So what if he kissed me? I won't lose a piece of meat. That guy did it to save me, not to take advantage of me. Besides, a person like him is so disgusted by women that even if I took the initiative to let him take advantage, he probably wouldn't, and might even think I was insulting him and give me a good beating instead."

"Hahahaha..."

Once these words were out, the girls laughed even more happily.

"Don't even mention it, it's really possible. That guy really has no tenderness toward women at all; he probably wants to hit any woman he sees."

Huang Zhaodi hummed again: "But I'm not afraid of him. I've been practicing martial arts with my father since I was a child. Although I can't beat a martial artist, beating him is more than enough—it's a one-punch job!"

"But that guy saved you, Zhaodi, can you bear to hit him?"

"What's there to be reluctant about? If he hits me, I'll naturally hit him back. As for the debt of saving my life, at worst, if I beat him into a cripple, I'll just support him."

"Tsk tsk, Zhaodi, and you say you don't want to offer yourself to him?"

"Pfft."

"Wow, Zhaodi, your chest seems to have grown again, was it pressed by that guy today?"

"Get lost!"

"Hee hee, Zhaodi, tell us how it felt. Did that guy take the opportunity to stick his tongue into your mouth?"

"Get lost, get lost, get lost! It's disgusting just thinking about it, stop talking!"

"Hahaha, maybe Zhaodi took the initiative to stick her tongue out."

"I'll splash you with water if you say it again!"

Huang Zhaodi scooped a ladle of water in the tub and glared.

That wheat-colored skin, covered with crystal-clear water droplets, shimmered with a healthy and charming luster under the light, possessing a beauty that this era could not understand.

The women were joking around, while Sun Yan'er stood to one side alone, looking dazed.

After the male and female students finished bathing, they gathered together again.

Chatting in the garden, enjoying the moon and drinking tea, it was truly pleasant.

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, and since all us male and female students are here, why don't we continue our poetry competition?"

Someone suggested.

The others immediately agreed.

But what should the stakes be?

It couldn't be the same old routine of men inviting women and women inviting men in the middle of the night, could it? The men would be eager, but the women wouldn't dare.

"Let's use tea instead of wine, and the loser will be punished with a drink."

Huang Beicheng suggested.

Mei Yanqiu said, "That's too boring. How about the loser is punished by singing or dancing? The winner can choose someone to come out and sing or dance."

When everyone heard this, they all thought it was interesting.

"Alright, it's decided!"

Zhang Liyan laughed, "If we win, we'll make the men come out and dance, hahahaha..."

Thinking of that scene, all the women laughed until they were trembling like flowers in the wind.

Huang Zhaodi immediately said excitedly, "Then if I win, can I order that guy Luo Zijun to come out and dance for us?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Thinking of the scene of that guy coming out to dance, she immediately laughed until she was about to fall over.

!

Other women said, "Zhaodi, are you stupid? That guy isn't like the other men; he has always done things in unconventional ways. If you dare to make him come out and dance, he'll probably dare to come out and give you two punches, bang bang."

Huang Zhaodi: "..."

"Besides, that guy writes such good poetry, it's impossible for us to win against him; it's more likely he'll win against us. Oh no, will he make us all come out and dance for him then?"

Huang Zhaodi was dismissive: "Dance then, I'm not afraid."

"Zhaodi, what if that guy makes you do a striptease?"

"Get lost!"

"Giggle giggle giggle..."

At this moment, Sun Yan'er spoke softly from the side: "He didn't even come..."

When everyone heard this, their laughter stopped: "What do you mean he didn't come?"

They immediately realized and hurriedly looked up to search among the male students.

As it turned out, they really couldn't find that guy's figure.

Huang Zhaodi hurriedly went over and asked: "Where is Luo Zijun? Why isn't he here?"

Huang Beicheng turned his head and glanced, also feeling a bit puzzled.

Wang Dafu immediately grinned at Huang Zhaodi and replied: "Brother Luo is still in his room taking a bath."

Huang Zhaodi immediately said: "Then I'll go find him!"

Wang Dafu's smile stiffened, and he hurriedly said: "No! Brother Luo is stark naked, Miss Huang, you absolutely cannot go! I'll go! I'll go call him!"

After saying this, he ran off in a hurry.

After a while, he came back sheepishly and said: "Brother Luo said he's tired and is going to sleep first."

Huang Zhaodi immediately said: "How can that be! Everyone is here having fun, and he's the only one hiding in his room sleeping, isn't that shameful? I'm going to drag him here!"

Wang Dafu hurriedly said: "Brother Luo is already lying on the bed, and he warned me that if anyone dares to bother him, he'll serve them with his fists."

Huang Zhaodi clenched her fist and snorted coldly: "Then let's see whose is harder, his or this lady's!"

Fearing she would walk into the wolf's den, Wang Dafu had to lie to her: "When I came just now, Brother Luo had already taken off all his clothes; he wasn't wearing anything at all, and he looked murderous, it was terrifying, Miss Huang, you absolutely must not go!"

"I'm not afraid of him!"

Although she said that, she had no intention of going at all.

It was the middle of the night; she wouldn't go to a man's room!

"Forget it, forget it, let's not worry about that guy, let's play!"

Mei Yanqiu hurriedly called everyone over.

At the same time.

After Luo Zijun finished bathing, he returned to his room, closed the windows and the door, and prepared to cultivate.

A bunch of bored people.

Rather than wasting time outside under the flowers and the moon, it was better to cultivate in his room.

Reciting poetry and composing couplets might be romantic, but romance cannot save one's life.

Moreover, those men and women, each one dressed up so gaudily like peacocks spreading their tails, who didn't know their little intentions.

He had no interest.

Sitting cross-legged in meditation, he calmed his mind and focused his spirit, swept away the messy thoughts in his brain, and entered a state of cultivation.

Soon, a stream of Qi appeared within his body.

In his Dantian Sea, that Inner Strength Seed, already the size of a broad bean, lit up with a milky white glow and began to flicker slowly.

The stream of Qi meandered through his meridians.

Like a stream on the earth, it surged forward, rushing toward the sea.

Time passed silently.

The bright moon outside the window climbed quietly from the treetops to the center of the sky.

It was unknown how much time had passed.

Luo Zijun slowly opened his eyes, waking from his state of cultivation.

His whole body felt comfortably warm, his energy was exceptionally abundant, and his muscles felt hot, as if filled with strength.

"If only there were a complete cultivation technique, that would be great..."

Just as he was feeling regretful, he suddenly looked outside the window.

Huh?

It was getting late; why hadn't that group of people returned yet?

This small courtyard had four rooms, each capable of housing two people, and he had specifically chosen to stay with Xu Xian.

The other three rooms were occupied by Su Bie, Wang Dafu, and the others.

At this hour, were those people still outside enjoying the moonlight, reciting poems and composing verses?

Or could it be that they had all left in pairs?

Just as he was about to go out to check, he suddenly heard an extremely faint sound of footsteps coming from outside the window, which then vanished abruptly upon reaching the window.

If he were an ordinary person, he certainly would not have heard it.

He now possessed a special constitution and had Internal Energy, so his hearing was extraordinary.

There was someone outside the window!

His heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself: Could it be that monster that drains people?

(End of chapter)