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Chapter 348 Disabled Old People

Cao Meng, who was drenched in the black water of the death curse, felt his blood boiling. The muscle memory acquired from years of martial arts training made him instinctively slap forward.

However, before the arrow could hit Li Sheng, Cao Meng's vision suddenly went dark, and he seemed to be in an endless dark night. It was so quiet that the only thing he could hear was his own violent heartbeat.

"The villain!"

A shrill howl came from afar. The master and his wife, who had treated him like an animal since he was a child and abused him in every way, walked slowly towards him. Their skin and clothes still retained the charred appearance of when he burned them to death.

"Bandits!"

The merchant stared at him with a resentful look, and a blood mark appeared on his neck.

"Repay kindness with hatred!"

This is the first big brother I've recognized since my debut, he said faintly, dirty blood gushing out from the knife wound in his chest from behind.

"Unfaithful man!" This is the mistress he abandoned.

"Uh uh!" This was the creditor whose tongue he had cut off.

Human figures walked out of the endless darkness, their deaths were horrific and their eyes were full of resentment.

No matter how Cao Meng beat him with his fists, feet, or internal energy, these wronged souls kept coming up, scratching his skin, tearing his muscles, and pulling out his internal organs.
The turbulent waves in the ocean of consciousness lasted only a few seconds in the real world.

From the perspective of the other people in the tea stall, Cao Meng's eyeballs were trembling violently and rolling upwards, he was foaming at the mouth, and he was kneeling on the ground uncontrollably.

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The tea shed fell into an eerie silence, with only the sound of rain hitting the bamboo curtains and wind blowing, and everyone was thinking the same thing.

What the hell is this kung fu?
If Li Sheng could absorb the tea out of thin air, it could be explained by his internal skills reaching perfection.
The amount of water that came out from the mouth was extremely large, and the water was dark and gloomy, which was completely beyond the understanding of martial artists.

Even if you spray out all the stomach acid, it shouldn't be this violent, right?
Could it be that your stomach leads directly to the inkwell?

Su Konghu thought hard for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He looked up and said, "I understand. It's the condensation of qi into dew!"

Facing the puzzled female companion, he excitedly explained: "My elders once told me that some warriors with extremely deep internal strength can vibrate the air with their true qi and directly turn the moisture in the air into dew.

And then maintain meditation, or survive in extreme environments such as deserts and oceans.

I always thought it was a story made up by my elders in the family, but I didn’t expect to see it with my own eyes today!
This young man is so young, but his martial arts realm is so high. Even if he is not a master, he is at least at the peak of innateness."

After hearing Su Konghu's words, the atmosphere in the teahouse changed subtly again. The faces of those members of the Fanhe Gang who were about to rush over with their swords drawn changed slightly, and their movements unconsciously slowed down for a beat, seeming to be at a loss as to what to do.

Su Konghu was born in Wanzhang Valley, which is one of the best pharmaceutical schools in the world. Its flagship products include but are not limited to wound medicine, injury ointment, muscle relaxing and blood activating tablets, and Indian magic oil. Some of its special medicines were even listed as tribute medicines by the imperial court and were exclusively used by the imperial palace.

Growing up with a golden spoon, Su Konghu never practiced martial arts seriously. He only reached his Xiantian realm by taking Huanglongdan, Guilongdan, Shenglongdan and other elixirs.
But his vision and knowledge are incomparable to those of ordinary people in the world.

As soon as he spoke, everyone present believed it to about 70%.

This is just like when Wang Sicong says online that a certain female celebrity has an immoral private life, netizens are likely to believe it - she has probably been to more Hai Tian Sheng Yan restaurants than netizens have eaten Hai Tian Wei Ji Xian soy sauce.

After taking a deep breath, Su Konghu bowed and asked Li Sheng, "I am Su Konghu from Wanzhao Valley. I wonder which school or sect you are from, and which family or surname you belong to?"

"Bliss."

Li Sheng wiped the black water from the corner of his mouth and replied calmly: "My last name is Xian, and I am from the Overseas Disabled Village. I was raised by nine old men with unknown origins. The move I just used is called [Water Gun], and it imitates the move of the deep-sea monster Squirtle. Please forgive me for making fun of you."

Everyone in the teahouse was confused and was still muttering that he was from overseas. No wonder they had never heard of him before. Hui Yu almost couldn't hold back. What the hell is Squirtle? What the hell is the Canlao Village? They are acting out "The Legend of the Shepherd God" here.

During the conversation, Cao Meng, who was kneeling on the ground and suspected of having epilepsy, finally woke up from the hallucination with the help of his warrior mentality, and his eyes slowly regained clarity.

He was soaked all over and breathing heavily. He saw Li Sheng still sitting calmly in his original position and his men hesitating with machetes in their hands. He immediately guessed what was going on.

He got up quietly, bowed deeply to Li Sheng, and said respectfully: "I really didn't recognize a great man, and I brought shame upon myself. Thank you for not killing me. These banknotes are for your tea money."

After saying that, he kept bowing, quickly retreated to the corner, and silently exchanged wet clothes and pants with his subordinates.

This is definitely not cowardice.

Only scoundrels would regard bravery and ferocity as virtues. Only those who can bend and stretch are real men.

After this episode, the tea stall gradually returned to its lively state in public, but everyone was worried in private.

Canlao Village, what kind of sect is this? I have never heard of it. Could it be that all of them are old masters who once dominated the martial arts world and became secluded after being injured and disabled?

Well, that’s because Li Sheng didn’t mention the Konoha Village, otherwise these people in the martial arts world would have guessed that he lived in some deep mountain forest.

Dang——dang——

A long gong sound was heard outside the house. Everyone's expression froze. They packed their luggage and walked out of the tea stall.

The ferry boat has arrived.

Li Sheng held up an oil-paper umbrella and followed the crowd into the rain. Before leaving, Hui Yu took the three thousand taels of silver notes on the table with him. He wanted to randomly pick one out and said, "No need for change" in a rather casual manner.
But after a closer look, the banknotes were all worth five hundred or three hundred taels, and even the smallest denomination was fifty taels.

One tael of silver was equivalent to one dan of rice. One dan was 125 jin, and one jin of rice was 3.16 yuan. Fifty taels were approximately equivalent to 19750 yuan in modern times, which was enough to buy a high-end graphics card!

Otherwise, how can we say that the brain upgrade made Hui Yu smarter? Once linked to electronic products, the concept of thriftiness instantly took over, and he quickly said to the shopkeeper: "Ahem, this is fifty taels, you should give me the change."

The shopkeeper didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Dear guest, I am a small business, and I can't even find fifty taels. Consider this tea as my treat to you."

"That won't work. How can I get it for free?"

Huiyu thought about it, threw down fifty taels of silver notes, and then took away the entire drawer of the counter that contained loose copper coins.

"Why do you carry so many copper coins?"

Li Sheng's eyes twitched. With outsiders nearby, it was not convenient to use the backpack bar directly. He had to reach into his arms and pretend to take out a square towel from the three-dimensional warehouse, wrap up the copper coins, and then turned around with Hui Yu to look at the ferry.

The national strength of the modified Ming Dynasty is much stronger than in real world history, and the tonnage of private ferries is actually close to Zheng He's treasure ship.

It has nine masts and twelve sails, and is majestic. More than twenty cast cannons and harpoon guns are loaded behind the portholes.

This firepower would have been more than enough to serve as a naval vessel even during the First Opium War.

The sailor, who exuded a salty and fishy smell, skillfully lowered the gangway. In addition to the seamen, there were dozens of gangsters standing on the boat - they had boarded the boat from the northern ferry earlier.

At a glance, they are all acquired or innate, and there are a few people whose information cannot be read even by the information integration glasses.

"Let's go."

Li Sheng held an oil-paper umbrella and climbed up the gangway with Huiyu.

(End of this chapter)