bookrandom Chapter 42 Yuanbao: Why is it another day of getting beaten up?
Chapter 42 Yuanbao: Why is it another day of getting beaten up?
Zhong Ming woke up groggily, feeling comfortable all over and clear-headed, except that his eyes were a little blind.
It's pitch black, I can't see anything.
"Is anyone there? Xiao Zhao? Xiao Zhao!"
Zhong Ming supported himself on one arm, and when he touched the ground underneath, it felt sticky and had a terrible texture.
He tried to stand up.
"boom!"
Guangming, it's been a long time.
Who on earth put this in the pot? And shamelessly put the lid on afterward.
Zhong Ming rubbed his head and stood up, stretching his body. His injuries were completely healed. He knew without a doubt that it was Master Tianfeng's doing. His master always had a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
The mother and child swords were placed on a table to the side. Xiao Yu was behind them, hurriedly bringing over a ladder. Seeing that Zhong Ming wasn't looking at him, he even tapped the pot.
"Ha, Xiao Yu, you're here. I forgot you can't speak."
Xiao Yu hurriedly lowered the ladder, waving his arms as if to express some reason, or at least that's what Zhong Ming thought.
"Oh, oh, oh, whether you want to complain about not being able to speak or the less-than-pleasant real reason, you'll have to wait a bit, Xiao Yu, I need to take a shower now."
Zhong Ming was covered in a black, sticky substance, which looked absolutely disgusting. Luckily, he wasn't wearing a new Taoist robe this time.
Xiao Yu felt wronged, but Zhong Ming wouldn't look at him, and the sign language was ineffective.
......
The weather was sunny and cloudless, a perfect day to bask in the winter sun.
The surface of the river water warmed up a bit, and many fish chose to rise to the surface to enjoy the warmth for a moment.
then.
It rolled over and floated up.
The residue on Zhong Ming's body was genuine medicinal dregs, the kind with extremely potent effects.
The moment he jumped into the water to rinse himself, the fish around him opened their gills and completely fainted.
A large number of fish floated up, right in front of the old Taoist priest who was fishing, as if taunting him.
"Zhong Ming! You've startled the nest I dug!"
Zhong Ming shrank back, as if the old Taoist priest rarely called him by his full name, and this shout carried a murderous aura.
"Master, hehehe..."
"What are you grinning about? Have you reached Foundation Establishment? Have you formed your Golden Core? Have you finished sharpening the Mother-Child Sword? Stop laughing here."
The old Taoist priest, with his beard bristling and eyes wide open, was no longer afraid of shouting loudly and startling his nest.
The big orange cat suddenly appeared from some hidden corner and happily ran at full speed towards Zhong Ming.
Well, considering its speed, it's fair to say that the orange cat was like a cannonball precisely guided to smash into Zhong Ming's head.
Zhong Ming was completely powerless to fight back. For some reason, the body strengthened by the dragon's flesh was no match for Yuan Bao and was knocked to the ground in an instant.
"Oh, Yuanbao, stop fooling around... don't disturb your master's fishing." Zhong Ming's words silenced the old Taoist's angry rebuke.
"Yes, Master, I'm going to cultivate now."
Zhong Ming ran very fast. Since his master was in a bad mood, he decided to postpone joining the army for now.
My master said that to be successful in the army, you need to have a skill, so you have to learn a skill first.
Yuanbao seemed to be stuck to him, rubbing against him incessantly. After being stroked a few times, it escaped his "clutches," climbed onto Zhong Ming's shoulder, and lingered on his back for a while.
Sniff.
Take a deep sniff.
The taste is off.
What has been on this back? It's been there for quite a while.
The big orange cat angrily jumped onto Zhong Ming's head, ruffled his wet hair into a ball, and meowed loudly.
"What's wrong, Yuanbao? You don't like wet hair. Oh, right, cats hate water. I'll dry it right away."
Zhong Ming pushed open the door, but it wasn't the room with the big iron pot; it was the room opposite the woodshed that belonged to him.
A simple bed, a table, towels, his luggage, a nostalgic carrying pole, a bench, and dried meat.
And there was also a tailless mine mole lying on his bed.
and many more.
Cat? Mouse?
Zhong Ming felt a weight on his shoulder as the orange cat leaped up and pounced on the mine mole.
Do cats eat moles?
There's no time to think.
Zhong Ming swiftly reached out and grabbed Yuanbao's two hind legs, stopping him abruptly in mid-air.
“Come back, Yuanbao, it’s not food.”
Yuanbao was furious, unusually furious.
Zhong Ming is mine! The Taoist priest is my master. I can't beat Miss Bai, so what are you, a little mole, anyway!
I have plenty of sharp teeth and claws!
And now, not only have you been brazenly perched on his back for a long time, but you're also having him protect you!
Protect you from being bitten by me?
Yuanbao hung upside down, its paws outstretched and waving in the air, hissing threateningly.
Zhong Ming was completely clueless. 'Perhaps it doesn't like having its hind legs pulled?'
"Yuanbao, I'm putting you down. Be careful with your head."
The person and the cat squatted down. Just as the cat's front paws were about to touch the ground, Yuanbao kicked hard, slamming his legs into the hands that were about to loosen their grip.
Once freed from control, Yuanbao roared like a tiger descending a mountain, then extended its sharp claws and slapped the mine mole fiercely.
At this critical moment, a silver thread swept past in the afterglow of the chiming bell.
The old Taoist priest's voice reached his ears: "Come back, don't disturb him, disciple. If you can't master the use of your mirror polishing brick within seven days, you will have to break your promise to the people on the riverbank... hurry up and start cultivating."
In a flash, the orange cat's paw got tangled in the fishhook, and the whole cat was pulled away with lightning speed.
Zhong Ming immediately stood up, turned around, and rushed out the door.
Is it worry? Is it love? Is it responsibility?
No, neither.
The mother-and-child swords used for cultivation are in the room with the big iron pot; I'll go back and get them.
His master's words were harsh, and he dared not delay his spiritual journey for even a moment.
.....
The cat on the hook vanished without a trace in an instant.
Yuanbao emerged from the fishing rod beside the old Taoist priest's hand, and nuzzled his aged hands with his head in a fawning manner.
"Snapped."
Cat Head got slapped and fell to the ground, rolling around.
"I'll say it again, can't you try fishing for some dragon offspring in the water? Why are you fixated on Zhong Ming just because you caught him? You're a dragon king rod, have some ambition, stop fixating on such a small piece of meat!"
"Meow~"
"You're someone I created, and you've gone too far, not even listening to me anymore?"
The old Taoist priest leaned back, forcefully swung the rod, and cast the fishing hook far away.
"Can't you, a mere artifact spirit, do the searching yourself? All you do is fish for small fish and shrimp. In a month or two, two Nascent Soul stage dragons are coming. Do you have the guts to go fishing for them? Do you?"
The Dragon King Pole trembled a few times, indicating its dissatisfaction, but quickly slumped down again.
Life is all about following your heart.
The head of the Maoshan Taoist Temple looked in this direction with a rather disappointed expression, and indeed, he looked at both of them at the same time.
(On the distant mountain, Miss Bai also looked at the Taoist temple with a disappointed expression.)