Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

As evening approached, the sun outside the window had already sunk below the western horizon.

Only a faint dark red remained, staining the clouds on the horizon, like the embers of burnt charcoal slowly dying out.

Wu Feng slowly finished his practice and opened his eyes. The faint golden light in his eyes flashed and disappeared in an instant, sinking into the depths of his eyes.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, got up and stretched his limbs, his joints making a series of soft, cracking sounds with each movement.

The true energy within the body was abundant and surging. Although the newly generated Nine Yang True Energy was still very weak, its existence could already be clearly felt. It flowed slowly in the dantian, carrying a warm and vibrant aura.

As I pushed open the door and stepped into the courtyard, it was already getting dark. The clumps of green bamboo rustled in the evening breeze, their leaves swaying in the twilight, casting undulating shadows on the ground.

Wu Feng walked to the door of the west wing and knocked three times on the door panel.

A moment later, Li Qinglu peeked out and saw that it was Wu Feng. She opened the door and called softly, "Wu Lang."

Wu Feng looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "How's your cultivation going?" he asked.

Li Qinglu's eyes lit up, and she nodded: "I've already memorized the meridian diagram, and it seems like I've cultivated true qi."

As she spoke, she turned and walked back to the table, picked up the scroll from the table, and handed it to him with both hands.

Wu Feng took the painting, glanced at it, nodded, and with a slight thought, put it into his backpack.

"Good," he said. "I'm out getting ready for dinner."

Li Qinglu nodded, stepped out of the threshold, and stood beside him.

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

Wu Xingyun came out of the house. She glanced at Wu Feng, then at Li Qinglu, and walked silently to Wu Feng's side without saying a word.

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 several private rooms, the doors of which were closed. The corridor was paved with old wooden planks that creaked slightly when stepped on.

The waiter came up from the top of the stairs with a smile: "Sir, would you like a private room?"

"Hmm." Wu Feng nodded. "It needs to be a place with a view of the street."

"Alright! Please follow me, sir." The waiter stepped aside to lead the way, walked to the end of the corridor, and pushed open a door. "This room is by the window, with a view of the street, and it's the quietest."

Wu Feng went in to take a look, and the furnishings were the same as yesterday, with no changes.

The window was half open, and the evening breeze blew in from outside, carrying the faint sounds of street noise.

He nodded and sat down at the table. Li Qinglu sat beside him, and Wu Xingyun sat opposite him.

The waiter stood by the door, holding a menu, and asked with a smile, "Sir, what would you like to order?"

Wu Feng took the menu, glanced at it, closed it, and handed it back to the waiter: "Two roast chickens. One serving of sweet and sour fish. One serving of boiled river shrimp. Also, two stir-fried side dishes, two pounds of braised beef, sliced ​​thinly. And a pot of warmed Shaoxing wine."

"Alright!" The waiter noted everything down, then left and closed the door behind him.

The room quieted down. Faint sounds of street noise drifted in from outside the window: hawkers' cries, footsteps, and children chasing and playing, all mixed together and muffled, like the distant sound of the tide.

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

It was already quite dark, and the shops on both sides of the street lit up their lanterns, the dim yellow light illuminating the entire street.

There were quite a few pedestrians strolling around in twos and threes.

Li Qinglu also looked out the window. She pointed to a candied hawthorn stall on the street corner and said softly, "Wu Lang, I saw that during the day. Lots of people were buying it."

Wu Feng looked in the direction she pointed and nodded: "If you want to eat it, we'll buy it tomorrow."

Li Qinglu's lips curved into a gentle smile.

Wu Xingyun sat opposite him, his gaze also fixed on the view outside the window, but his calm eyes revealed no emotion.

She just watched quietly, occasionally blinking.

Wu Feng withdrew his gaze and looked at Li Qinglu: "Did you cultivate true qi? How does it feel?"

Li Qinglu thought for a moment and said softly, "I just followed the route on the map and imagined a stream of energy flowing through my body. At first, I didn't feel anything, but after going through it many times, I suddenly felt a warm sensation in my stomach, and that warmth started flowing along the route on its own. Although it was very weak, I could feel it."

Wu Feng nodded. The fact that this girl could cultivate true qi so quickly showed that she indeed had good comprehension.

Although he has never practiced martial arts, he has this aptitude. Given time, it wouldn't be difficult for him to become a second-rate martial artist, or even a first-rate one.

He then looked at Wu Xingyun. Wu Xingyun noticed his gaze, looked up, and their eyes met.

She didn't speak, but just glanced at him and then lowered her eyes.

The room was quiet for a moment.

The waiter pushed open the door and came in carrying a large tray, placing the dishes one by one on the table.

A steaming, golden-brown roasted chicken; a fish with slightly curled cuts, drizzled with a bright red sweet and sour sauce; and a plate of bright red boiled river shrimp.

The two side dishes were vibrant green; the braised beef was thinly sliced, with clear marbling, and neatly arranged.

There were also teapots with wisps of steam rising from them, made of Huadiao tea.

"Sir, the dishes are all ready! Enjoy your meal!" The waiter smiled and left, closing the door behind him.

Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of roasted chicken leg, and put it in Li Qinglu's bowl. He then took a piece of fish and put it in Wu Xingyun's bowl.

Li Qinglu looked down at the extra chicken leg in her bowl, and the smile on her lips deepened.

She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat in small bites. She ate slowly and gently, pursing her lips as she chewed.

Wu Xingyun also picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of fish, and put it in his mouth. His movements were calm and composed.

Wu Feng started eating too. The roasted chicken had crispy skin and tender meat, cooked to perfection.

The sweet and sour fish has tender flesh and a pleasantly sweet and sour taste.

River shrimp have firm flesh and a slightly sweet taste.

The braised beef is savory and delicious, with a satisfying chewiness.

As he ate, he glanced out the window and then at the two people opposite him.

The meal lasted about 15 minutes. The dishes on the table were gradually emptied, and most of the pot of Shaoxing wine had been drunk.

Li Qinglu put down her chopsticks and leaned back in her chair. A faint blush rose to her face, whether from the heat of the food or the slight effects of the alcohol was unclear.

Wu Xingyun also put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a coarse cloth on the table.

Wu Feng finished the last sip of his wine, put down his bowl, and called out towards the door, "Waiter."

The waiter quickly pushed the door open and came in, deftly clearing away the dishes and packing them into a food box.

Wu Feng took out a piece of silver from his sleeve, about four qian, and placed it on the table.

"Take care, sir!" The waiter smiled, took the money, and left with the food box.

The three of them got up, went down the stairs, passed through the lobby, and walked back to the backyard.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, the rustling sound of green bamboo in the night breeze drifted in.

Wu Feng stopped in the courtyard, turned around and looked at the two of them: "Get some rest."

Li Qinglu nodded, walked up to him, and looked up at him.

The moonlight shone on her face, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile that was so gentle it warmed one's heart.

She didn't speak, but just looked at him for a few moments, then turned around and walked back to the west wing, pushed open the door and gently closed it behind her.

Wu Xingyun glanced at him but didn't say anything. He turned around, walked back to the east wing, and closed the door.

Wu Feng stood in the courtyard, listening to the rustling of bamboo leaves, and took a deep breath.

The night breeze, carrying the fragrance of bamboo leaves and a slight coolness, swept over me.

He turned and walked back to the main house, then sat down in the bedroom.

With a slight thought, I opened the operation interface and logged off.