Tomb raiding: Start with a proficiency panel

the next day.

7 month 20 day,

9:31 a.m.

Zhou Nanbei groggily opened his eyes, looking at the antique-style bed canopy above him.

I felt a little lost for a moment.

But after regaining his senses, he was surprised to find that he had arrived at the Crescent Hotel.

Sit up,

He first looked at his clothes that he hadn't taken off, then shook his head helplessly: "This saves trouble, though."

They don't even need to wear clothes.

He casually put the Bajiquan manual beside him into his spatial storage, then jumped off the bed and headed towards the bathroom.

I started washing up.

...............

Fifteen minutes later.

Zhou Nanbei arrived at the front lobby of the New Moon Hotel.

I saw that Sheng Sheng Man was under management.

So she stepped forward and said, "Sister Man."

Sheng Sheng Man lowered her head and smiled slightly, then squatted down and picked up Zhou Nanbei.

Bian Wenrou asked gently, "Xiao Nanbei is awake?"

Did you sleep well last night?

Zhou Nanbei nodded slightly: "It's alright, I'm just a little hungry."

"Slow Sister, will you grab something to eat with me?"

Sheng Sheng Man smiled gently: "Sister has already eaten."

Xiao Nanbei can eat it herself.

Zhou Nanbei shook his head: "Sister Man, we agreed to share the good times and the bad."

You can't lie to me.

Besides, Sister Man is at least at the internal strength level now. Even if she ate ten meals a day, let alone eaten, she wouldn't be able to handle it.

That was all very easy.

Sheng Shengman chuckled softly, "Haha, good, good, good!"

"Isn't it enough that I'll help you beat up Sister Nanfeng's rich guy?"

After saying that, he asked again:

"Would you like to eat in a private room, or downstairs?"

Zhou Nanbei waved his hand casually.

"Let's eat downstairs, I'm too lazy to go."

correct,

I want to have Cantonese dim sum for breakfast. Does the Crescent Moon Restaurant serve it?

Before Sheng Sheng Man could speak, Yin Nanfeng's melodious voice rang out: "Of course there is."

But Xiao Nanbei, you're really picky. Back in the day, you were at least a young master from a wealthy family.

Otherwise, most families really couldn't afford to support you.

Zhou Nanbei turned his head to look.

Yin Nanfeng was wearing a black dress.

They walked towards us with a smile on their face.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Zhou Nanbei's eyes, and he casually said, "Sister Nanfeng, shall we eat something together?"

rest assured,

"It's my treat."

Yin Nanfeng spat lightly: "Go away, the New Moon Hotel belongs to my sister."

On my sister's turf,

"Using my sister's money to treat her to a meal, how could you even think of that?"

Sheng Sheng Man watched the two joking around without saying a word, but the smile on her lips showed that she was in a good mood.

Then, carrying Zhou Nanbei, he walked towards the table.

.........

A moment later,

The three sat at a table by the window, chatting while waiting for their morning tea.

Suddenly, Zhou Nanbei remembered his doubts from yesterday and couldn't help but ask, "Sister Man, Sister Nanfeng, I have a question for you."

Sheng Sheng Man and Yin Nanfeng looked at Zhou Nanbei with suspicion.

Finally, he spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Little Nanbei, ask away."

Zhou Nanbei nodded and asked directly, "Sister Man,

I watched Bajiquan yesterday.

After reading the Ming Jin cultivation method, there was a sentence recorded at the end, which said this.

Those who have achieved perfect Ming Jin (明劲)...

A moment later, after Zhou Nanbei finished speaking, the two didn't answer the question. Instead, Sheng Shengman quickly asked:

"Little Nanbei,

You didn't practice cultivation on your own, did you?

Yin Nanfeng quickly chimed in, "Yes, Xiao Nanbei,"

You are still young.

If this cultivation damages my very essence, I, as her sister, cannot bear the consequences.

Seeing the worry on their faces,

Zhou Nanbei felt a warmth in his heart, then shook his head: "Don't worry, Sister Man and Sister Nanfeng, Grandpa taught me this basic common sense."

Moreover,

Even if I were to cultivate, it wouldn't be a problem. My grandfather has been using secret methods and powerful medicines to strengthen my body since I was a child. Although I am still young now...

But his strength was already equivalent to a thousand pounds.

The body's meridians can withstand it, so you don't need to worry.

Upon hearing this, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

But Sheng Shengman was still uneasy and reached out to look at Zhou Nanbei.

"Although my sister believes it, we should still try it just in case."

Come and lend your older sister a hand.

As she spoke, she extended her slender hand to Zhou Nanbei.

Zhou Nanbei looked at Sheng Shengman's hand.

He couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle inwardly, but he couldn't bring himself to refuse, after all, Sheng Sheng Man was also showing his concern for him.

then,

Zhou Nanbei reached out and grasped Sheng Shengman's hand, beginning to push it forcefully towards Sheng Shengman, but ultimately...

Even if they exerted all their strength,

Sheng Shengman's hand was not pushed back even slightly.

Sheng Sheng Man also spoke at this moment.

"Alright, I believe you, but Little Nanbei..."

You're being too modest.

His strength is more than a thousand jin; it's probably around 1,300 jin.

Before Zhou Nanbei could speak.

Yin Nanfeng said with some envy, "Little Nanbei,

Old Master Zhou is truly a man of few words.

They even have such a secret technique.

Zhou Nanbei chuckled inwardly upon hearing this.

There's no secret method to it; it's just an excuse he made up.

But she still smiled and teased Yin Nanfeng, "Envious, aren't you?"

Unfortunately, my grandfather said this thing would only be passed down to the Zhou family.

As he spoke,

He looked at Sheng Sheng Man.

"Sister Man, you still haven't answered my question from before."

Why did Old Zhao say that?

Sheng Shengman spoke slowly and deliberately: "First, let's correct one issue, which is that it wasn't Old Zhao who said that."

Moreover, most traditional Chinese martial arts are recorded in this way.

He paused after speaking.

Then he continued, "As for the issue of Xiao Nanbei, this goes back to before the founding of the People's Republic of China."

At that time, the common people

Because they were often hungry and cold, even if they had the opportunity to learn traditional Chinese martial arts, they could never make up for the loss of their original skills.

In addition, that era was unstable.

Hidden injuries can easily remain in the body for various reasons, which is why this saying exists.

After finishing speaking slowly, Yin Nanfeng added, "In addition,..."

Those were very different times; the average life expectancy back then was only thirty to fifty years.

Therefore, in previous eras,

Living to a ripe old age is rare, and before the Tang Dynasty, it was considered an auspicious sign.

Zhou Nanbei nodded slightly: "I see."

I was wondering how such a record could exist.

So that's the reason.

Seeing Zhou Nanbei's happy expression, the two women were happy for him, as they also felt a sense of accomplishment.

These were the answers they provided for him.

.........

As they were talking, the servant brought out the morning tea, and Zhou Nanbei didn't stand on ceremony, serving it to both of them.

Then we started cooking rice.

Seeing Zhou Nanbei eating so heartily, Yin Nanfeng and Sheng Shengman also felt their appetites whetted.

So they started eating too.

.........

After half an hour.

The three of them finished their meal and were now sitting on the side chatting.

Suddenly, Yin Nanfeng asked.

"Little Nanbei, the Bajiquan that Grandpa Zhou left you..."

What rank is it?

Zhou Nanbei raised an eyebrow, but remembering Yin Nanfeng's concern for him, he didn't hide anything: "Fifth grade,"

What's wrong?

Yin Nanfeng said with some envy, "Old Master Zhou truly lives up to his name, Pixiu."

For you, Xiao Nanbei

So many good things were left behind.

Zhou Nanbei was stunned for a moment: "Sister Nanfeng, is it really that serious?"

You, the dignified person in charge of the Crescent Hotel,

"Don't we even have a single fifth-grade martial arts practitioner?"

Yin Nanfeng rolled her eyes at Zhou Nanbei.

"Of course I have it, but I'm not envious that you have fifth-level martial arts skills."

You think of your sister...

That's incredibly narrow-minded!