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Chapter 347 Testing
The teahouse was not big, with thatched roof and bamboo mats as windows, barely able to keep out the wind and rain. There were seven or eight long and square tables in the middle, seating more than 40 people.

Under the stove, the waiter was busy making tea. At the counter, the shopkeeper put the copper coins into the drawer, picked up the heavy teapot, and served the customers with a smile, apologizing for the leaky shop and the coarse and old tea.

A handsome young man in white clothes waved his hand to send the shopkeeper away. He smelled the warm and slightly sour aroma of the old tea, looked embarrassed, and raised the tea bowl several times and put it down again.

He has a sword on his right, a sachet on his left, and a white jade belt around his waist. Next to him sits a pure and lovely young lady, and behind him stands a middle-aged man with his eyes closed and a long breath, who is obviously a master at first glance.

It's definitely a configuration for a rich kid to travel with.

Seeing his tangled face, the young girl asked crisply, "Mr. Su, didn't you bring some good tea with you? Didn't you drink it yesterday? Why didn't you take it out?"

"Ahem, that's the famous tea given by my elders."

The young man in white said in a tone that was half embarrassed and half boastful, "There are many people here, and it would be easy to expose your identity if you take out the tea."

"Too many people, too many eyes?"

"Yes, Miss Wang, look."

The young master lowered his voice and continued, "The bald guys sitting in the southeast corner have dragon tattoos on their left arms. They are from the Fanhe Gang, who occupy the Huainan section of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal and monopolize the canal transportation.

The men sitting in the southwest corner, although wearing cloth clothes, sat upright and had sharp eyes. They were either Jinyiwei or elite soldiers of the garrison.

There were also monks from Daxiangguo Temple, Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain, heroes of the green forest, merchants from the South China Sea, and swordsmen from Huashan. They all came to celebrate the birthday of Old Lady Tu.

Where there are people, there is the world, and where there is the world, there are grudges.

When the ferry arrives, we will be on the vast sea, and there is no guarantee that someone will come to repay a favor or seek revenge."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the teahouse became slightly stagnant. Even the middle-aged master behind the young master couldn't help but open his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

No, buddy, you know that everyone here is an expert, how can you fool anyone by lowering your voice? It would be so embarrassing if your identity was revealed at once.

However, the fact that he dared to remain so heartless in such a mixed environment indirectly proved that this young man surnamed Su must have an amazing background.

Some people have secretly speculated that he is the young master of some sect or school, or a descendant of some aristocratic family.

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The bamboo curtain was lifted, the young boy and girl put away their oil-paper umbrellas, and walked into the tea stall wrapped in the drizzle and cool breeze.

The former was wearing a blue robe and a pair of exquisitely crafted glasses on his nose.

The latter was wearing a two-piece, chest-length horse-faced skirt that was pink on the top and green on the bottom.

"Main attack, there is a vacancy."

Hui Yu, who rarely came out to play and specially dressed up as a maid, said excitedly, attracting strange looks from everyone in the room.

Li Sheng walked over reluctantly and sat down, then gave Hui Yu a slap on the head, neither light nor heavy.

Master is a name for the remnants of slavery in the Qing Dynasty. Watching palace dramas every day is ignorant and should be punished.

"Wow, a room full of strange people."

Li Sheng casually placed the invitation bronze plate on the table and asked the shopkeeper to bring a pot of tea. While waiting for the tea to be served, he scanned everyone in the room with his information integration glasses, checking their resume information like checking a household register.

This world is indeed a martial arts background, and is roughly divided into acquired and innate.

For example, among the nine Jinyiwei sitting in the southwest corner, eight were acquired, and the leader was named Lu Hu, who was at the peak of innateness and the deputy captain of Jinyiwei.

Also at the peak of Xiantian was a square-faced monk—the Kuyu monk from Daxiangguo Temple.
A young Taoist priest - Zhang Fuluan from Mount Longhu.

The most eye-catching young man in white is named Su Konghu, the young master of Wanzhao Valley, and is at the initial stage of Xiantian. The girl next to him, Wang Biliu, is an ordinary person.

Of all the people, the only one that the integrated glasses could not see through was the middle-aged man behind Su Konghu. All he could tell was that his name was Song Zhong.

Hmm. What a good name.

Li Sheng was observing everyone in the room, and the others were also observing him.

There are no sunburn marks on his face, calloused fingers, or signs of labor, so he is definitely from a wealthy family. At the same time, his sitting posture is not straight, and his tea drinking posture is casual, which proves that he is not from a wealthy family and does not look like he has practiced martial arts.
"Excuse me, sir. I am Cao Meng, the deputy leader of the Fanhe Gang."

A bald man came over and politely bowed to Li Sheng. Then he took out a thick stack of banknotes from his arms and gently placed them on the table. "Here are 1,000 taels of banknotes. I wonder if you can part with them?"

"Damn, what is shown in the TV series is really true. A natural beauty like me is really a disaster."

Without waiting for Li Sheng to speak, Hui Yu was delighted and slapped the table, saying, "Get lost, my young master and I have a deep love for each other, how could we be bought by money?"

"Uh," Cao Meng barely ignored Hui Yu's misusing of idioms, "I meant this invitation bronze plaque."

Everyone in the room understood Cao Meng's meaning instantly. They glanced at the bronze plates and silver bills on the table, waiting to see the fun.

The Ming Dynasty Treasure Notes were an idea that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty came up with on a whim because he had no financial knowledge. The paper quality was poor and it was difficult to last. Moreover, it was only issued but not collected. It was over-issued and soon inflated and depreciated, and was completely abandoned.

The current Ming Emperor, Emperor Yong'an, ascended the throne at the age of fifteen and reigned for forty-two years. During this period, he carried out reforms, cut royal family expenses, established a navy department, lifted maritime bans, actively participated in overseas trade and colonization, opened up financial resources through new sea routes, reorganized the treasure note system, and greatly eased social contradictions.

However, what was good for the country was bad for the Fanhe Gang. Originally, the Ming Dynasty was extremely dependent on grain transport. Now that the sea was opened, food and supplies could be transported directly from the south to Shuntian by sea.

The canal transportation, and the river-traveling gangs that relied on it, have been declining quietly.

For Cao Meng, one more invitation means one more chance to meet Old Lady Tu at the birthday party.

Maybe they can climb up the towering tree of the Tu family in Nanhai and find a glimmer of hope for the Fanhe Gang's transformation.

Privately, Cao Meng was even prepared to devote himself to Old Lady Tu. Maybe she would like a strong and vigorous bald young man.

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"Sorry, not interested, please go back."

Li Sheng declined three times, and even when Cao Meng increased the money to three thousand taels, he completely ignored it.

"Dear guest, tea is here."

The shop owner came over with the teapot in his hand, looking a little exhausted. The people in the room were either Jinyiwei or young knights and monks who knew martial arts. As an ordinary person, he could not afford to offend any of them.

"I'll pour the tea, sir. Are you sure you don't want to consider giving up the invitation?"

Cao Meng snatched the teapot from the shopkeeper. Seeing that Li Sheng still refused, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He held the tea bowl with his left hand and slid his middle finger along the rim of the bowl with lightning speed.

Click.

The ceramic tea bowl broke in two along the middle, and the left half fell on the table, spilling tea all over the table.

The half-empty amber tea on the right was like amber, firmly still in the half-full bowl.

"Keep your energy outside so that you can do good things inside."

Su Konghu, the young master of Wan Zhan Valley, could not help but raise his eyebrows. Seeing the puzzled look on the face of his female companion, he explained, "The realms of martial arts, from low to high, are muscle refining, skin refining, tendon refining, bone refining, blood quenching, and marrow washing. After washing the marrow, you are at the innate level.

It can release true energy, and even falling leaves and flying flowers can hurt people.

It is impossible for a general mid-level Xiantian master to retain his true energy outside for a long time like Boss Cao and block the flow of water."

"please."

Cao Meng stretched out his palm and pushed, and half of the tea bowl, along with the tea inside, flew rapidly towards Li Sheng.

'If you know martial arts, you will know the difference between you and me. If you don't know martial arts, then this tea bowl will rub the edge of your arm and be nailed into the wall. In case you are the child of a noble family and cause hatred.'

Cao Meng was secretly calculating in his heart.

Even if the bonuses of internal energy and external qi release are removed, his basic physical values ​​have already surpassed Captain America. He is the type who can kick over a car, pull a helicopter, and win an Olympic gold medal with his eyes closed.

However, the player is not within the scope of the power system that he can understand.

Facing the half tea bowl flying towards him, Li Sheng stretched out his hand calmly and caught it steadily.

Then, in front of everyone's shocked and astonished gazes, his right hand suddenly generated suction power out of thin air, and sucked half a cup of tea into his palm like a dragon sucking water, and it disappeared.

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Wang Biliu couldn't help but ask, "Master Su, what kind of Kung Fu is this?"

"Don't ask, I haven't seen it either."

Su Konghu scratched his head and turned to look at the guards behind him. Song Zhong frowned slightly, and said nothing, muttering secretly, "Star Absorbing Technique? Beiming Magic Skill? It doesn't seem like it. I have never heard of any internal ability to absorb water directly into the palm of the hand. It's not a sponge."

"Good tea."

Li Sheng secretly used the gravity energy ball to absorb the water flow and stored it in the backpack. He smiled and said, "It's rude not to reciprocate. Boss Cao, I'll buy you a drink as well."

After saying that, he opened his mouth and suddenly launched the [Death Curse Torrent].

The mouth sprayed water like a fire hydrant, suddenly shooting out a dark torrent emitting a cold and murderous aura, which splashed all over Cao Meng's head.

(End of this chapter)