I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 43 Jianghu Talk

Miaozhen!

If the Taoist names did not have the same name, then the old Taoist Taoist would be the apprentice of the pair of masters and apprentices mentioned by Fatty Li.

Zhang Jun never imagined that there could be such a coincidence in the world?

Seeing Zhang Jun's shocked look, Fatty Li thought he had said something wrong: "Brother Zhang, do you know him?"

Zhang Jun didn't say anything. This matter has yet to be confirmed, but if what Fatty Li said is true, then this veteran may really have two skills.

But can he really save himself?

Thinking of He Fan's words, Zhang Jun couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

When it comes to strength, He Fan is definitely above the experienced. It is not even an exaggeration to say that if any disciple in the game is thrown into reality, he will be a terrifying existence.

Both of them were masters of divination, but one said he could survive, while the other said he was dead.

Zhang Jun didn’t know who to believe.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Jun suddenly grinned.

He laughed loudly, as if he had heard a joke.

Fatty Li in front of him became nervous for a moment, fearing that the God of Wealth would suddenly start going crazy like that night.

Fortunately, Fatty Li's worries were unnecessary.

After a moment, Zhang Jun stopped smiling and stood up: "Let's go back to the hotel."

"what?"

This attitude changed so quickly that Fatty Li became increasingly unpredictable about the God of Wealth's temper.

In fact, there is nothing to ponder.

It's just that I figured it out. If you want to live, you can't place your life on others, let alone care about the so-called destiny.

According to destiny, he should be lying on the bed at this moment, with tubes inserted all over his body, waiting to die unwillingly in the eyes of relatives and friends with pity, contempt, and even gloating.

But he is still alive now, not only alive, but also living exceptionally wonderfully. If this is the case, why should he care about the so-called destiny.

It is better to enjoy the happiness of the game world, and when you become stronger, you can kill all the monsters and monsters.

After figuring out the joints, Zhang Jun felt relaxed.

Perhaps this is what is known as the understanding of thoughts in spiritual practice.

The two walked back slowly, and Zhang Jun bought some daily necessities in a supermarket on the way.

For example, medicinal wine, casseroles, electronic scales, rice cookers, etc... a bunch of items.

It's a pity that there is no storage bag, but fortunately, there is Fatty Li next to him to do the hard work, which saves me a lot of energy.

"Brother Zhang, what are you...huhu...what are you going to do?"

Fatty Li's face was covered with sweat. The large and small bags in his hands weighed at least ten kilograms in total. He was out of breath and covered in sweat after not walking for long.

"Stop talking nonsense and just follow me."

Of course Zhang Jun would not explain so much to Fatty Li, so he turned around and walked into the convenience store, bought some candles, soup pots, spoons, gauze and other items and hung them all on Fatty Li.

Fatty Li complained endlessly, and when he finally returned to the hotel, he was almost paralyzed.

"No, Brother Zhang, I can't stand it anymore. I have never done such hard work in my life."

Zhang Jun kicked him on the butt and said with a smile: "You idiot, you are still a big thief in Guanzhong."

"Or he is the grandfather and I am the grandson."

Fatty Li slumped on the ground. Instead of refuting, he actually agreed with the nickname "Fool".

"You take a rest first, and I'll make you something delicious later."

"what??"

Fatty Li almost wondered if he had heard wrongly.

"You do? What?"

It’s not that Fatty Li looks down on Zhang Jun, but it’s Zhang Jun who’s hands look like he’s never had a good time since he was a child. Why should he ask him to make something for him?Fatty Li always felt unreliable.

"Just wait."

Zhang Jun would not explain that much, so he just placed all the bottles and cans he bought neatly on the table.

Take out all the medicinal materials that Fatty Li purchased.

A large bag of hundreds of medicinal materials from Xiaobai almost filled the entire bed.

Only then did Fatty Li realize that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't dare to ask.

"Not bad, quite complete."

Zhang Jun selected a few medicinal materials and began to grind them.

In reality, the process of alchemy is very cumbersome, especially without the help of spirit-tempering hands, everything must be done by hand.

But not all.

For example, it is much more convenient to throw the medicinal materials into the wall-breaking machine and the medicinal powder will come out than to beat it yourself.

There is no alchemy furnace, but a rice cooker seems more convenient.

Although Zhang Jun only has basic alchemy skills, it is enough with these modern tools.

I'm a fucking genius.

Zhang Jun closed the lid of the rice cooker and felt proud.

It's just that in Fatty Li's eyes, these operations are completely different. God knows what this young master is doing.

When he saw him cover the rice cooker, Fatty Li even had a visual sense of Breaking Bad.

"Brother Zhang, I'll go downstairs and take a look."

Fatty Li didn't dare to stay any longer, for fear that he would be late and test the medicine on himself later.Zhang Jun didn't think much and waved his hand and let Fatty Li go.

After Fatty Li walked downstairs, he breathed a sigh of relief, sat on a chair in the lobby, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and complained in his mind.

"This guy is just a lunatic. He should be full of food and drink all day long. Why should he come to a place like this and suffer?"

Fatty Li couldn't help but miss the time when he followed Zhang Jun to eat, drink and have fun.

When he was depressed, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and put it on his mouth.

I casually touched the fire, but after groping around, I couldn't find the lighter.

Just when Fatty Li was depressed, a hand was handed over.

"Crack!"

Fatty Li was stunned, and quickly held the fire and put the cigarette up, took a puff, and then raised his head and saw that it was the lame old man he bumped into when he went out today.

"Hey, it's you, thank you."

The old man smiled: "It's okay, little brother, are you coming to travel?"

"No, local people, do something here."

"Oh, it turns out to be an online snakehead." (It turns out to be a local snakehead.)
Hearing this, Fatty Li responded casually: "We are walking side by side and talking about rice." (We are all friends, and we eat together.)
After Fatty Li finished speaking, he was stunned. He raised his head and looked the lame old man up and down, and couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart.

The old man didn't notice anything strange. He just sat down and pulled out an old cigarette from his waist.

He took out a handful of tobacco and stuffed it into the pot. This time it was Fatty Li's turn to pick up the lighter that the old man put on the table and light the old man's cigarette.

The owner of the hotel saw this and calmly brought a pot of tea and placed it on the table.

Fatty Li looked at this tea set and began to murmur in his heart.

Damn it, this place is really an "old shop"

He knew that this hotel was not simple, but when he saw that the teapots were brought, it was his first time to see this battle.

I have heard people of my father's generation say before that bringing tea to the battle is the rule of the people in the world of tea.

This tea array has a long history.

In the Qing Dynasty, at the Tiandi Huihui, the tea array was a code for communication between each other.

For example [Breaking Purple City Tea]

After three cups of tea, a pair of chopsticks are placed on the tea surface. You can pick up the chopsticks with your hands and say: "pick up the spear and seize the horse" before drinking.

The ballad says: "Going to the edge of the city with weapons in hand, the three of them fought hard to kill the Qing soldiers, found the country, and secure the throne for thousands of years."

Later, when it became popular, it was simplified and popularized, and guilds emerged among gangs in various places, especially those with the largest number of salt gangs and cao gangs.

There is a separate episode in the TV series Hu Xueyan, a great businessman, which is about the tea array.

But these are old rules, and only the kind of old stores that specialize in catering to Jianghu people understand.

I just had a vague impression, but I had never seen it before. I didn't expect to encounter it so suddenly today.

The old man picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea. However, he did not drink the tea, but placed it on the table with the spout facing the teacup.

This is a one-man battle.

It's one of the tea arrays, and it only asks for one thing.

Drink the tea if you can, and spill the tea if you can't.

Even though Fatty Li usually boasts about himself, when this kind of thing really happened, he still felt discouraged.

But everyone is curious. He didn't study well since he was a child, but he learned the skills of being in the world from his father and grandfather.

However, these abilities are like dragon-slaying skills, which have long been out of use with the changes of the times.

Now that we met him today, Fatty Li couldn't help himself.

After calming down, he said: "Old man, do you want to go up the mountain to pick peaches or go down the mountain to plant fish? Our family is very discerning, so you can tell us."

(Old man, are you going to steal something or kill someone? I have a lot of information.)
The lame man was a little surprised when he heard this. He came here just to try his luck, but he didn't expect to meet someone who knew how to do it.

"There is a beam, please ask someone from my mother-in-law to step on the plate for me, and I will be prosperous."

When Fatty Li heard this, he realized that he was here to seek revenge. He was looking for someone to get information about his enemy, and he was willing to spend a lot of money to get the information.

After thinking for a moment, Fatty Li came up with an idea. He was not good at asking people for information, but he knew people who were good at it. It was not a big problem to resell them and make a price difference. The money delivered to his door would not be in vain.

So he didn't say anything, just picked up the tea on the table and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing this, the lame old man didn't waste any time. He took out a letter he had prepared and slapped it on the table. He stood up and limped out.

After the lame old man walked away, Fatty Li couldn't wait to open the envelope. Inside was an unnamed check for 2 yuan, which was the deposit.

There was a letter at the back, and Fatty Li happily put the money into his pocket.

Hehe, wealth is really coming, no one can stop it.

Grinning, he opened the letter and took a closer look inside.

[Zhengcheng Investment, Zhang Jiakuo and Zhang Jun. 】

Hey, this name looks familiar to me. This is not my God of Wealth...hiss~~~
The smile on the fat man's face gradually froze, and he stared at the words "Believe". He instinctively opened his mouth to curse, but when he remembered where he was, he immediately closed his mouth and remained silent. He stuffed the letter into his pocket loudly, got up and walked to the second floor.

When Fatty Li walked tremblingly up to the second floor, he made sure there was no one around him, and hurriedly ran to Zhang Jun's door.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

After a series of rapid knocks on the door, Zhang Jun opened the door and frowned at Fatty Li.

Before Zhang Jun could speak, Fatty Li quickly got in and closed the door.

"what happened?"

Seeing Fatty Li's face, Zhang Jun asked suspiciously.

Fatty Li leaned his back against the door, opened his mouth, and after calming down, he said: "Brother, let's... let's... run, someone is going to kill you!!"

(End of this chapter)