Turbid World: Martial Arts Master of the Republic of China Era, I Cultivate Immortality!

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Su Family Martial Arts School - Courtyard

"Sir, Lord Zheng said he's saying the same thing again!"

The servant respectfully handed over the two silver notes that Zhao Zheng had asked him to pass on to Su Ming.

"My junior brother... he really does treat me, Su Ming, like a brother!"

Su Ming looked at the two silver notes with a face value of one hundred silver dollars in his hand and remained silent for a while before giving a somewhat complicated smile.

"Sir, Lord Zheng is different from others..."

The servant hesitated for a moment before replying. Su Ming, with a curious look, asked the servant, "How is it different?"

"Well... I don't know how to say it!"

The servant scratched his head with an embarrassed smile. He thought for a moment, "It must be his eyes... The way Lord Zheng looks at us is different from how he looks at them..."

"Um?"

"...It seems like Lord Zheng is treating us like human beings now!"

The servant remained silent for a moment, then spoke in a tone that was neither right nor wrong.

Su Ming was taken aback, frowned, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, and just waved his hand to signal the servant to leave.

at the same time,

On the way to Songhelou,

Inside the carriage.

"Brother Zheng, by the way, which Taoist temple do you belong to now?" Cheng Qingqing asked Zhao Zheng curiously.

"The Meditation of Sitting in Oblivion!"

"Oh, so it's the Meditation Hall of Forgetfulness!"

Cheng Qingqing looked enlightened, thinking to herself that she had never heard of it, and then continued curiously, "Zheng-ge'er, I've heard that Taoist priests have to chant scriptures every day like those monks. Is that true? Also, will your senior brothers make things difficult for you?"

Cheng Qingqing seemed to have opened a floodgate of questions, making Zhao Zheng feel that he should ride in Li Feng's carriage.

At least Li Feng didn't talk that much.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but look at Wei He, who was sitting opposite him. She was much more reserved than Chen Qing, but her skin was a little fairer, and her appearance and figure were also better than Chen Qing's.

With the blessing of the innate Yin-Yang Dao Body that he is currently forging, his innate insight clearly saw a pattern on Wei He's back that was the same as the one on Chen Qing's body.

The same image of a snake transforming into a dragon!

However, unlike the black snake that transformed into a dragon on Chen Qing's body, the image on Wei He's back was a pure white snake.

The old skin on the large, white snake was cracking and peeling back layer by layer, revealing new, translucent white scales that shimmered with a jade-like light.

The snake's forehead was bulging with tender white horns that were barely visible unless you looked closely, and the tips of its claws were just beginning to emerge from its belly. Its old skin was half-hanging on its body.

The snake's body was enveloped in an extremely faint, pale purple glow, revealing half of its dragon-like form, which was exactly the form of a snake transforming into a dragon as Zhao Zheng had described.

Seemingly because of Zhao Zheng's gaze, the molting white snake flicked its scarlet tongue and looked at Zhao Zheng warily and vigilantly with its vertical pupils.

Wei He seemed to sense something, her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she glanced at Zhao Zheng, but she didn't say anything, instead simply sitting back a little.

The same phase,

Hers seems stronger!

Zhao Zheng withdrew his gaze and looked at Cheng Qingqing, who was watching him and waiting for his answer, and said, "Yes, Taoist priests do need to chant scriptures just like monks. As for making things difficult, there's no such problem, because I am the abbot!"

When he said he was chanting scriptures, he meant that he did his morning prayers every day.

Of course, whether or not to do evening classes depends on the time, compared to morning classes. If he has time, he will do evening classes; if he doesn't have time, he will postpone them.

"Ah? You're the abbot..."

Cheng Qingqing exclaimed "Ah!", and Wei He also looked at Zhao Zheng curiously. Zhao Zheng nodded: "There's no way around it, my master died not long after I became his disciple, and then I became the abbot!"

"..." x2

This can be attributed to good luck.

Or maybe I was just unlucky!

Without mentioning Wei He's thoughts, Cheng Qingqing chose to keep quiet and not ask any more questions, lest she end up like Li Feng.

Zhao Zheng was delighted to lift the carriage curtain and look outside. Because of its proximity to the concession, he saw a bustling street filled with Western music.

On the street, an old man carrying a tofu pole shook his copper bell and called out. The fresh and moist aroma of tender tofu mixed with the savory smell of braised dishes wafted up as the vendor lifted the pot. The sound waves collided with the foreign music drifting from the concession and shattered in the wind.

A well-dressed rich man, with an elegantly dressed woman by his side, got into a rickshaw. With a dull thud as the silver dollar fell into his palm, the grinning rickshaw driver bowed respectfully and started pulling the rickshaw.

A rickshaw passed by several men wearing indigo shirts and clutching their cloth bags, buying braised dishes. Further away were some children picking up rotten vegetable leaves by the corner of a restaurant, and next to them were several porters huddled on the stone steps eating sesame cakes.

In the shadows directly opposite the carriage curtain, two masked Chinese police officers were cursing and ordering several rickshaw pullers who were resting nearby to drag away the beggar's stiff body, whose chest no longer rose and fell.

Zhao Zheng withdrew his gaze and lowered the carriage curtain.

He suddenly didn't want to look at the street scene anymore!

Because she was sitting opposite Zhao Zheng, Wei He saw the dead beggar being dragged away. She looked at Zhao Zheng's expression and thought for a moment before speaking.

"It's normal for people to die..."

As she spoke, she paused, seemingly realizing there was something wrong with what she was saying, and added, "Recently, many refugees from other counties have come to the county. Those refugees have the plague, and one family near my house has been infected..."

"Refugees? Plague? How come I don't know anything about that?"

The one who spoke was Cheng Qingqing, who looked completely puzzled. Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes and said, "You don't usually go out, how would you know?"

Unlike the active Li Feng, Cheng Qingqing was the kind of well-behaved child who would stay at home quietly and not go anywhere if no one asked her to play.

Of course, this "obedience" applies to Li Feng!

Looking at Wei He, Zhao Zheng thought of the news he had read in the newspaper and asked, "Did those refugees all come from Qingyun County?"

"Yes, I heard there was a huge flood over there, and warlords are forcibly collecting taxes... I heard that many people died in Qingyun County..."

Wei He nodded and said that the two chatted for a while before being forced to end their conversation because they had arrived at Songhelou.

"Let's go, let's go kill Xiao Xuan!"

Cheng Qingqing happily jumped off the carriage. Zhao Zheng said to Wei He, "Let's go," and then got off the carriage. He then waited for Han Lu and the others to arrive.

Due to personal reasons, there were actually only ten people dining at Songhelou Restaurant, not twelve, including Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng and his group found a private room on the second floor that could accommodate them. Wu Xuan listened with a pained expression as Li Feng kept reciting the names of the dishes.

After announcing the names of the dishes, the group chatted casually, still divided into two factions.

Cheng Qingqing and her group were on one side, while Feng Xin and Wei He and her group were on the other. Zhao Zheng didn't want to say anything, but he looked curiously at the two female students who were learning martial arts sitting near Wu Xuan.

"Let me tell you, those two..."

Sitting next to Zhao Zheng, Cheng Qingqing, with a gossipy look on her face, began to tell Zhao Zheng the story of Wu Xuan and these two junior sisters in a low voice.

After listening for a while, Zhao Zheng understood. It was simply that Wu Xuan wanted his two junior sisters to become good sisters who were on different paths but shared the same goal.

However, both junior sisters were only thinking about monopolizing the turtle head and were unwilling to share the turtle, which led to the current situation.

"I didn't realize he was so greedy!"

Zhao Zheng's quiet comment was met with Cheng Qingqing's nod of agreement, who muttered under her breath, "Men are all the same."

After scolding him, she immediately looked at Zhao Zheng with a smirk and said, "Hehe, Brother Zheng, you don't count... ptooey, you're the exception!"

Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes, speechless. Li Feng, standing to the side, remained silent, because he didn't want to be beaten by Zhao Zheng again.

The factional strife didn't last long; after a few drinks and some food, it was over.

All that was there was a crowd eating and drinking!

The group was initially a little reserved because of Zhao Zheng, a martial artist, but their reservations disappeared when they realized that Zhao Zheng was also focused on eating.

Apart from Wu Xuan feeling a bit of a headache because of his two junior sisters' attitudes and feeling a pang of regret looking at the food and drinks on the table, everyone else was quite happy and enjoyed the food and drinks.

However, there were also some unpleasant things. For example, Feng Xin, who was such a nice person, would occasionally say things that ruined the atmosphere, making Wu Xuan and the others secretly decide that they would never invite Feng Xin to dinner together again.

After several rounds of drinks, everyone was full and satisfied. Then, with Wu Xuan paying the bill with a pained expression, everyone went home to their own families.

The whole thing went smoothly, which made Zhao Zheng suspect that he might not be the main character. After all, he didn't seem to have many opportunities to show off or embarrass himself.

This time, however, Zhao Zheng did not ride in Cheng Qingqing's carriage. He politely declined, saying it wasn't on his way, and hailed a rickshaw before saying to Wei He, "Want to go together? I remember we're going in the same direction."

"good!"

Wei He touched her money bag and nodded...