Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

She looked up at Wu Feng. Wu Feng walked over, glanced at the beaded flower, and asked the stall owner, "How much?" "Fifty coins," Wu Feng paid.

Li Qinglu took the beaded flower, held it in her hands, and kept smiling.

Walking down a street, she saw a stall selling roasted chestnuts.

In a large iron pot, chestnuts and black sand were stir-fried together, and the aroma of sugar mixed with the chestnut fragrance wafted far and wide.

She stopped again and looked at Wu Feng. Wu Feng went over and bought a bag of chestnuts wrapped in oil paper; they were still a little hot to the touch.

He handed her the paper package. Li Qinglu took it, carefully opened it, picked up a chestnut, peeled off the shell, and put the golden chestnut meat into her mouth.

She squinted, chewed slowly, and after swallowing, let out a long breath: "So fragrant."

She peeled another one and handed it to Wu Feng. Wu Feng took it and put it in his mouth.

The chestnut meat is soft and glutinous, with a moderate sweetness and a hint of caramel flavor.

The three of them ate as they walked, and the bag of chestnuts in Li Qinglu's hand was soon empty.

After walking down a street, I saw another stall selling glutinous rice cakes.

A few red dates are sprinkled on the snow-white cake, which is steamed until soft and steaming hot.

She stopped again. Wu Feng bought three more pieces, placed them on lotus leaves, and gave one to each of them.

Li Qinglu took it and ate it in small bites.

They walked and ate along the way, and by the time they had explored most of the street, the three of them had almost finished eating.

She clapped her hands and let out a satisfied sigh: "Wu Lang, I'm full." Wu Feng looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

More and more players are seen on the streets with their partners.

A male player was holding a woman's hand, and the two were chatting and laughing.

A female player was holding a man's arm.

There were a few other people walking together, chatting and laughing, in a harmonious atmosphere.

Judging from the speech, it doesn't sound like a player; it should be an NPC. However, there's no name above its head, so the basic characteristics of an NPC can't be discerned.

But judging from the expressions and behavior of those players, they clearly regarded these people as partners or companions.

The game has become even more lively since the companion and partner system was introduced.

It was past noon when the three of them returned to the inn.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, Li Qinglu greeted Wu Xingyun and went back to their respective rooms.

Li Qinglu entered the west wing, placed the box of rouge and the pearl hairpin on the table, picked up the hairpin and twirled it in her hand, then held it up to the bronze mirror, her lips curving into a gentle smile.

Wu Feng entered the main room and bolted the door. He sat down at the table, poured himself a bowl of tea, and slowly drank it.

I sat down, sipped my tea, and pondered which martial art I should practice next.

The Northern Darkness Divine Art has been mastered to its peak, and further advancement will require time; moreover, as an internal skill specifically for absorbing internal energy, mastery is sufficient for now.

The Nine Yang Divine Skill is only at the beginner level, but its effects are already astonishing.

He put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and squinted as he thought for a while.

The effects of the Nine Yang Divine Skill's martial arts outline did indeed pique his curiosity.

It greatly enhances comprehension, lowers the threshold and proficiency requirements for learning other martial arts, and can even see through and imitate the essence of some of the opponent's moves.

If I master the Nine Yang Divine Skill, will it lower my proficiency in other martial arts?

If you reduce your proficiency in the "Toad Kung Fu" a bit, it will be easier to practice.

After pondering for a moment, he finally made up his mind to switch to practicing the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

He got up and walked to the bedside, where he sat cross-legged. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

Within the dantian, the newly generated Nine Yang True Qi was as faint as a wisp of silk, drifting almost imperceptibly in the corner of the dantian.

He guided this true energy, slowly circulating it along the energy flow path of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

True Qi rises from the Dantian, passes through the perineum, goes past the coccyx, and travels along the Du meridian.

That faint warmth was almost imperceptible unless you looked closely.

As I passed the Mingmen point, the heat intensified slightly, as if someone had placed a small heat patch on my lower back.

The heat rises again after passing the spine, like a warm current flowing down the back.

As you pass the Dazhui point, a warm sensation surges up the back of your neck, making the entire back of your head feel warm and cozy.

When you reach Baihui (GV20), a warm feeling pours down from the top of your head; though faint, it invigorates you.

Then the vital energy flows downward along the Ren meridian.

The warmth travels down from the space between the eyebrows, as if someone is gently pressing with warm fingertips.

After passing through the Tanzhong acupoint, my chest felt warm, and my heartbeat became more stable.

After passing Juque, the warmth sank down and finally returned to the dantian.

One great cycle.

[Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +276]

Pale gold text popped up at the edge of my field of vision.

He immersed himself in that faint warm current and continued to guide the circulation of his true energy.

The second cycle, the third cycle, the fourth cycle...

Although that true energy was weak, it solidified with each rotation.

The wisp of true energy in his dantian gradually transformed into a thin, warm current. Although it was still weak, its presence could be clearly felt.

The sun outside the window slowly slanted westward from its zenith, its rays shifting across the ground through the window paper, moving from the center to the corner of the wall, its color changing from bright white to dim yellow.

[Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +276]

[Nine Yang Divine Skill Proficiency +276]

The indicator pulsed steadily, one cycle after another.

That vital energy flowed through the meridians, and with each cycle, the warmth deepened.

He opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath. He glanced at his skill bar: [Nine Yang Divine Skill (Beginner 38600/200000)].

In one afternoon, I gained over 38,000 proficiency points. That's not slow, but I'm still far from being a beginner to a proficient.

He shook his head, got off the bed, and stretched his muscles.

Wu Feng got up, pushed open the door, and walked into the courtyard.

The sky had darkened, the setting sun had sunk below the western horizon, leaving only a dark red tinge that stained the clouds on the horizon like embers of burnt charcoal, slowly dying out.

The clumps of green bamboo rustled in the evening breeze, their leaves swaying in the twilight, casting swaying shadows on the ground.

He stood in the courtyard for a moment, then turned and walked to the door of the west wing, raising his hand to knock three times.

There was a moment of silence inside, followed by rustling sounds. After a while, the door opened from the inside, and Li Qinglu peeked out with half her face showing.

She had changed out of the clothes she wore during the day and was now wearing a plain lotus-colored jacket. Her hair had been combed again and styled into a simple bun, secured with the newly bought beaded flower.

Upon seeing it was him, the corners of her mouth immediately curved into a smile, her eyes radiating joy: "Wu Lang."

"Let's go upstairs to eat, get a private room, and enjoy the night view of Kaifeng," Wu Feng said.

Li Qinglu's eyes lit up, she nodded, opened the door, and walked out.

Wu Feng then walked to the door of the east wing and knocked three times.

Wu Xingyun came out quickly, still wearing a light blue cross-collar ruqun. She glanced at Wu Feng, then at Li Qinglu, but didn't say anything.

"Let's go eat," Wu Feng said.

The three of them walked through the courtyard, along the corridor, and arrived at the second floor of the inn.

The second floor was quieter than the first floor, with a few tables scattered around, and people were already sitting in the seats by the window.

A waiter approached with a smile: "Sir, three of you? There are still seats available in the main hall..."

"We'd like a private room," Wu Feng said.

The waiter's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! Please follow me, sir."

He led the three to the end of the corridor, pushed open a door, and stepped aside to let them pass: "This room faces the street, and the window overlooks the busiest street in Kaifeng Prefecture, offering the best night view. Are you satisfied, sir?"

Wu Feng went in to take a look. The private room wasn't big; an eight-immortal table was placed in the center, with four chairs.

The teapot and teacups on the table were spotless.

The window was open, and the night breeze blew in from outside, carrying the faint sounds of the street and the aroma of food.

He walked to the window and looked outside.

The view outside the window made him pause for a moment.

Looking out from the second floor, the entire street is laid out before you.

Shops lined both sides of the street, and strings of lanterns, red and yellow, hung under the eaves, forming two winding ribbons of light that stretched to the horizon.

The streets were bustling with people, shoulder to shoulder. Peddlers carrying loads shouted their wares, women with children stood in front of their stalls picking through the goods, and children chasing and playing squeezed through the gaps in the crowd.

In the distance, there were several taller buildings, their upturned eaves adorned with even more lanterns, casting a soft glow on the vast expanse of sky.