"It can't be because of this again, right?"
After Shen Luo's excitement, he gradually calmed down. He glanced at the skull tattoo and muttered to himself.
Surprise after surprise came one after another, which made him a little worried.
He had spent two whole years cultivating the Minor Yang Conversion Art before he was able to reach the beginner level. But now, in just one day, not only was the Minor Yang Conversion Art complete, he had also reached the first level of the Nameless Art. Even the "Water Treading Technique" was self-taught …
As the saying goes, if something is out of the ordinary, there must be a demon!
His experiences since he was young had allowed him to understand since long ago that there must be a cause for every effect. If it wasn't for him becoming a doctor after being ill for a long time and reading various books to concoct the Golden Fragrance Jade and a few other spirit medicines, how could the Chen Clan possibly rise to fame in a short few years?
Everything that had happened to him, whether it was a blessing or a curse, it was hard to say.
But in a short period of time, it was definitely a good thing for him. Now that he had achieved his goal, it was time for him to return.
Shen Luo thought to himself as he walked back to the shore. After putting on his clothes, he quickly arrived at the main road outside the town.
The sun was high up in the sky, and it was noon. There were very few people on the road.
Shen Luo subconsciously sniffed, and all sorts of scents came to him. They were left behind by the people who passed by here.
He suddenly discovered something interesting. By smelling these scents, he could determine how many people had passed by here recently. He could even guess what they were doing.
For example, this smell was mixed with the smell of beans. It should be a vendor selling soy milk and tofu. This smell was full of sweat. It should be a laborer who had just returned from the direction of the county. There was also another smell. Oh, it should be a night fragrance seller …
Shen Luo couldn't help but laugh. After his sense of smell became more sensitive, it still had such a wonderful use. This was something he had never thought of before.
After entering the town, Shen Luo walked towards the inn. Since he had nothing to do, he pricked up his ears, wanting to test his hearing. Suddenly, all sorts of sounds came from afar.
There was the sound of a woman bargaining with a vendor. There was also the sound of two old men whispering at the corner of the street. Even the voice of the waiter in the nearby restaurant could be heard clearly.
Shen Luo smiled and closed his eyes, trying to listen to the sounds from further away.
The sound of cooking in the kitchen of a nearby inn and the sound of someone snoring in a guest room on the second floor could be heard. Then, there were sounds coming from even further away …
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Shen Luo slowly returned to the small inn he rented.
The main hall of the inn was the busiest time of the day. Even in this small, remote inn, there were still four or five tables of guests seated.
"Young Master Shen, so you went out. No wonder no one answered when I knocked on the door a few times." Xiao Sanzi was in the lobby greeting customers. When he saw Shen Luo return, he hurriedly greeted him.
"Send a meal to my room. I don't want chicken, duck, trotters or other greasy food. Give me something light." Shen Luo nodded noncommittally and ordered casually. He turned around and was about to return to his room.
However, he had just walked a few steps when he turned around and waved to Xiao Sanzi. When Xiao Sanzi came to him, he lowered his voice and said, "Also, get me some talisman paper, cinnabar, black dog blood, and a set of brush, ink, paper and inkstone. Send them all to my room."
After saying that, he quietly put a piece of silver into Xiao Sanzi's hand and quickly left the lobby.
Xiao Sanzi looked at Shen Luo's back and felt a little strange. However, he didn't ask further. He happily put away the silver and walked towards the kitchen.
"Hey, how did Young Master Shen know that the kitchen made trotters at noon?" Xiao Sanzi had just walked two steps when he suddenly exclaimed and muttered.
There were a lot of chicken and duck meat on the tables in the lobby, but no one ordered trotters.
...
Shen Luo returned to his room. He was about to pack his luggage when he suddenly sniffed and narrowed his eyes.
There was an extra smell in the room. Judging from the overflow of the smell, he should have left not long ago.
The owner of this smell was no stranger to him. It was the shopkeeper surnamed Hou.
"Why did he come to my room?"
Shen Luo thought in his heart. He then closed his eyes and tried to judge the movement of this person by the strength of the smell.
Gradually, a hazy picture emerged in his mind. A figure entered the room from the door, walked around the room, and didn't do anything. Then, he retreated.
"This person came in and walked around the room. It didn't seem like he was looking for anything. Could it be that he was worried about me? So, he came to take a look?" Shen Luo slowly opened his eyes and said in a strange manner.
Suddenly, a burst of footsteps came from a distance. The sound of knocking on the door was heard.
"The door isn't closed. Please come in," Shen Luo wrinkled his nose and said.
The door was pushed open with a "squeak" sound. A figure walked in with a big wooden tray in his hand. There was a plate of food on one side, and a writing brush, paper, cinnabar, and other things on the other side.
This person wasn't Xiao Sanzi, but the shopkeeper surnamed Hou.
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