"Jun 'er!!" Song Zhenguo was shocked. He hugged Jun' er anxiously. "What's wrong? What's going on?! What the hell is going on?? "
Jun 'er smiled helplessly in his tight embrace.
"Brother Song … I … I …"
Lu Sheng had long guessed that Jun 'er might not be human. He had not expected it to be so.
Perhaps the girls on that ship were not human, but women who had died a long time ago. Perhaps they were bound to the ship by some special power, using their beauty for some purpose.
He did not disturb them. Instead, he walked away quietly and watched over Chen Jiaorong in an empty space, recovering from his injuries.
With each round of circulation of Black Tiger Jade Crane Skill, he could feel the wounds on his body tingle. This was the feeling of his flesh and blood healing.
After about half an hour, Song Zhenguo walked over with red eyes. Jun 'er was nowhere to be seen.
"Let's go, we're going back …" he said in a low voice. His voice was hoarse as well.
Lu Sheng knew the ending. Jun 'er must have been connected to the ghost ship, Scarlet Decks. Perhaps Song Zhenguo had figured out the reason for the ship's destruction.
The two silently carried Chen Jiaorong on their backs and hurried back to Mountain-Edge City. Song Zhenguo did not speak along the way. Lu Sheng did not make a sound either. Song Zhenguo suddenly spoke when they were almost at the city gates of Mountain-Edge City.
"Brother Lu, can I learn martial arts from you too?" His eyes were pleading and sorrowful. Jun 'er's death was a huge blow to him.
Lu Sheng stopped in his tracks. Looking at him, he sighed.
"There must be a powerful force behind Jun 'er. Otherwise, Mountain-Edge City's yamen would not have allowed Scarlet Decks to harm people on the river. In reality, they did not do much harm. Perhaps it was just a covert tactic. They only acted occasionally when needed. "
Song Zhenguo shook his head and smiled bitterly. "I know what you're saying. Jun 'er's death was caused by that white-robed female ghost. She was already killed by Brother Lu, so there's no more problem. I just … just don't want this to happen again … "
Lu Sheng looked at him and saw the deep helplessness and pain in his eyes.
"You should know that in this world, ordinary martial arts can be learned by paying money. However, unique martial arts cannot be easily taught."
Song Zhenguo's eyes were firm. "In that case, what conditions do I need for Brother Lu to be willing to teach me? Is it for me to acknowledge him as my master? No problem! "
"Don't … don't rush. I'm not sure if you have the aptitude to practice martial arts. I have to test you first." Lu Sheng was also a dabbler in martial arts. He didn't have his own way of testing aptitude, so he could only let him try first.
Unique martial arts could not be easily passed down. This was also a general rule here. He did not want to break this rule. To put it bluntly, most unique martial arts were created through painstaking research and testing by the creator themselves. They spent a lot of effort and energy, and some even sacrificed their health and disability to create these martial arts.
Who would be willing to teach such a product to an outsider for no reason? This was the same as those tycoons. They had painstakingly built their family property for most of their lives. How could it be casually passed down to an outsider?
This was the truth of the so-called family martial arts passed down by many experts. If it was not passed down to an outsider, it would naturally be passed down within the family.
Lu Sheng had also heard of people casually passing down martial arts to others. This was usually because the martial arts were obtained too easily and not treasured enough.
However, he did not care about this. With the Modifier, no matter who it was, it would be useless to compete with him in terms of cultivation speed. With the same martial arts, he could reach the pinnacle countless times faster than ordinary people.
Therefore, this was not what Lu Sheng was worried about. He was worried that his secret would be exposed. If outsiders knew that his martial arts were derived from different martial arts, it might attract a lot of attention.
This did not conform to his plan of silently making a fortune and secretly improving his strength.
"Let's do this. Let's test first, then I'll consider whether or not to pass down martial arts to you." Lu Sheng planned to observe first. If Song Zhenguo really had the talent, then he would pass down the basic martial arts to him.
"Alright!"
Song Zhenguo also knew that there would be a process of testing when passing down martial arts. In some fantasy novels, heroes often followed this rule.
The two of them brought Chen Jiaorong into the city. Immediately, the boss of a clothing shop at the city gate saw Chen Jiaorong and rushed to inform him.
With his current appearance, Lu Sheng could not meet anyone. Therefore, he had Song Zhenguo bring Chen Jiaorong to the Chen Family to explain, while he left quietly and returned home.
As he walked along the streets, people looked at him strangely. Quite a number of children even chased after his butt to watch the show.
Helpless, Lu Sheng could only speed up. When he reached the door of his house, he searched his body and found that his keys and money pouch had been burned away.
'This is a big loss … All the money is inside …' Lu Sheng was momentarily stunned, feeling that things were about to go south.
"Knock knock knock."
Helpless, he could only knock on the door.
"Coming, coming!" Little Qiao's light footsteps could be heard running over. "Who is it?"
"It's me," Lu Sheng replied. "I dropped the key. Open the door, Little Qiao."
Hearing his voice, Little Qiao hurriedly opened the door.
The door opened slowly, revealing Little Qiao's adorable little face. She looked up with a smile.
At first sight of Lu Sheng, the little girl was first stunned, then her eyes widened abruptly.
"Y-Y-Y-You …!!!" Then, her eyes rolled back and she fell to the ground, unconscious.
Lu Sheng was speechless. Looking at the commotion in the shop below, he quickly entered the room and carried Little Qiao to the bed inside. He then went to boil water and prepare the wooden pails.
After busying himself for a while, he fiercely washed off the smoke on his body, dyeing the pails of water black. Lu Sheng then got up to fetch a basin of water to wipe his body. Only when the towel was dyed black was he finally clean.
After washing and putting on his clothes, Qiao 'er woke up soon after. The moment she saw him, Little Qiao's eyes widened. After taking a good look at him, she finally recognized him as the Great Young Master Lu Sheng whom she usually served.
Lu Sheng gave a good explanation, saying that his clothes had been burnt by the fire and that his injuries were not serious. Only then did Qiao 'er hurriedly run off to call for a doctor. Other than the money placed on Lu Sheng's body, there was still a few dozen taels of silver left for Little Qiao's daily expenses. It was enough to call for a doctor.
Looking at the burns all over Lu Sheng's body, Qiao 'er let the doctor slowly apply the medicine. Tears welled up in her eyes as she sat by the side, looking as though she wanted to touch him, but was worried that she would hurt Lu Sheng.
After applying medicine to the burns on his body, Lu Sheng rested at home, not even bothering to go to the academy.
After recuperating for half a month, his injuries were mostly healed, except that his skin no longer had the hair it used to have.
Strangely, there were no burn scars on his skin. Instead, all his hair had been burnt off, leaving him bald. There was no hair, no eyebrows, not even a beard. It was completely bare.
After applying for leave at home for a while, it was almost time for the Annual Examinations.
After Song Zhenguo returned, there was no news of him, and no one knew what he was doing. When Chen Jiaorong returned and learned of the situation, he only wrote a letter to thank Lu Sheng for saving his life. However, the letter did not mention anything about the ghost ship of the Red Chambers. Song Zhenguo probably did not tell him about it. Perhaps even if he did, he might not believe it.
The letter mentioned that he was under house arrest. Although going to the pleasure boat without permission wasn't considered a bad thing, it was ultimately not something that could be brought to light. Moreover, it had blown up this time, and he was almost burnt to death. This instantly enraged his old father, who ordered him not to go out.
Chen Yunxi, on the other hand, came personally to express her gratitude to Lu Sheng, even giving him a pair of white jade Qilin as a token of appreciation. On behalf of her father, the head of the Chen Family, she invited him to be a guest when he had time to recuperate.
However, upon seeing Lu Sheng's hairless appearance, Chen Yunxi was startled. Instead, she found it amusing. She covered her mouth in worry and heartache, and joked with Lu Sheng for half a day. She only returned when it was almost evening.
Lu Sheng stayed at home for a while to recuperate. When his body gradually recovered, he decided to find a way to test out his current state of strength. The explosion of that last move on the pleasure boat made him very concerned.
However, before that, an unexpected person appeared and slightly disrupted his plans.
…
Beside the Commander's Residence in Mountain-Edge City, Drunken Mess Teahouse.
In the three-story pointed teahouse, Lu Sheng and a pretty girl in a black veil sat facing each other, in a single room on the highest floor.
The table between them was filled with snacks such as melon seeds, chicken feet, fruits, and nuts. A large vermilion pot sat quietly in the middle of the table, steam still rising from the spout of the pot. Two cups were placed in front of each of them, half filled with glistening green tea.
Lu Sheng reached out to pick up a dried fig and gently placed it in his mouth, but his eyes were calm as he looked at the girl in front of him.
"How many times have we met?"
Duanmu Wan smiled, her face a little tired. "I happened to pass by here and came to see someone … hmm … perhaps a friend. I didn't expect to meet you on the street. "
She had seen Lu Sheng coming out for breakfast when she was riding on her horse. When the two of them met, Lu Sheng had suggested sitting together. For some reason, she had agreed to Lu Sheng's suggestion to have tea at the teahouse.
"Did Miss Duanmu go in search of that precious treasure?" The reason why Lu Sheng had been able to learn the inside story of what had happened in Nine Links City was because of Duanmu Wan's information. Therefore, he hoped to learn more relevant information from this mysterious girl. Especially regarding the world she was in.
"That's right … there are many, many people who want to find that thing." Duanmu Wan could tell that she was really tired. She was dressed in a black veil that covered her entire body, and there was even a large black bamboo hat hanging on the coat rack beside her. If Lu Sheng hadn't been looking up from below when they were on the street, he really wouldn't have been able to tell that she was Duanmu Wan.
Lu Sheng glanced at her hands. Her slender, snow-white hands, sleeves and the clothes on her forearms were torn and stained with dried bloodstains. Her trousers were also stained with some fine yellow mud, obviously splashed from her hurried journey. There were also the faint dark circles under her eyes, indicating that she hadn't rested well.
"I'm really tired," Lu Sheng sighed.
Duanmu Wan nodded and sighed, completely lacking the calm and seductive demeanor she had when she first met Lu Sheng.
"Some people always think that they have victory in their hands. They don't listen to anything and only think that they are right. No matter how much proof you find to tell them that they are wrong, it's all useless … don't you think that people like that are very annoying? "
Lu Sheng was silent for a moment.
"They are very annoying."
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