Chapter 344: Chapter 145 New World [Mystery of the Past] _3
He invited Zhang Feng, "We are planning to cook here."
"Okay." Zhang Feng was naturally sociable and took out his wallet, "Just tell me how much it is, because I eat quite a lot."
"No need." The man was straightforward, "We have two rabbits and a bag of steamed buns, the four of us might not even finish them."
...
Two hours later.
The small iron pot was still steaming away.
But the three girls just stared at Zhang Feng, occasionally glancing at the rabbit bones beside him.
Zhang Feng had eaten an entire plump rabbit by himself, along with two buns.
Digestive resonance, physical enhancement, plus the ’200 grams of digestion and absorption’ from the fate entry.
Made Zhang Feng very capable of eating right from the start.
Roughly three times that of a normal person.
"I told you, it’s on me."
At this moment, seeing them staring blankly at him, Zhang Feng once again took out his wallet, pulled out 100, and handed it to them,
"Take it, earning money is not easy."
"I..." The man hesitated for a few seconds but accepted it, then took out his own small bag, preparing to make change for this 100.
Seeing his earnest expression, Zhang Feng shook his head, "You brought me the rabbits, you three siblings worked hard cooking them, too.
There’s a bit extra for labor.
I can’t just act like a big boss and wait to be served, can I?"
Zhang Feng said this while looking at the three who were obviously subdued by his ’charismatic aura’, "People support each other, so don’t make it complicated, just take it.
At least, I think it’s deserved."
Having said that.
Zhang Feng stood up and continued with the resonance of his meridians.
Though their rabbit wasn’t tasty, it at least spared him cooking time and let him start off quite well.
"This guy is so cool..." Seeing Zhang Feng walking away, the young man tugged at the sleeves of his sister and brother, "Really, he doesn’t look cool at all, but why does he feel so cool?"
"I don’t know either..." The man felt the same way but couldn’t explain it.
The sister guessed, "This brother has a certain charisma? I heard our teacher say that some people have a charisma that influences others when they speak."
They were guessing and discussing.
In the end, they defined this kind of cool as charisma.
Zhang Feng didn’t bother with those useless matters, and he continued practicing his skills at the exit of the small courtyard.
The view here was also the best, allowing him to see both front and back.
Of course, climbing onto the rooftop would offer an even better view.
But in case of some absurd monster.
All around were woods, with many obstructions.
So being on the roof wouldn’t be a good choice.
Because the monster might see him first.
Moreover, Zhang Feng also considered leaving the woods.
However, the resonance time was still short, and leading three people out of the woods wasn’t a good choice either.
As he pondered about what this crisis might be.
The young man in the courtyard noticed a pretty little flower in the crack between the floor tiles, he wanted to lift the tile and take the flower out intact.
The tiles were gray, only slightly wider than red bricks, and not heavy.
With a couple of nudges, he turned one over.
But with this turn, he exclaimed, "There are words under here!"
’Words?’
Hearing this, Zhang Feng, who was at the courtyard entrance, assumed it was related to a task, so he walked over curiously.
Even though the tiles were a bit damp, it was still clear that these writings were some insights into inner martial arts, and they weren’t complete.
Seeing this, Zhang Feng became interested and flipped several surrounding tiles.
Upon a look, they were all insights, and some text also depicted changes in moves.
Then flipping further, checking more.
Under the curious gazes of the three, Zhang Feng turned over more than half of the small courtyard.
Having finished, there was more.
’Could this be a "martial arts treasure", completing some basic fist and foot techniques and insights for me?’
Seeing this scene, Zhang Feng had many conjectures,
’For instance, in the previous world, I didn’t master certain martial arts moves like the Baji Fist.
Then, in this ruined temple, I can receive substantial supplementary information.
The text is indeed considerate.
Just in case I can’t learn or understand everything.
Even providing opportunities for study and supplement in the special world.’
Zhang Feng found this quite satisfactory.
Then continued to flip, see what these martial arts were, whether they were the ’basic supplements’ as he suspected.
After turning over the entire courtyard back and forth.
Zhang Feng really found it to be a ’comprehensive manual of basic fist techniques’.
However.
There were also some basic small moves, small methods of practice, which seemed interesting and could be spread for public practice in the future.
Zhang Feng read through each one, to maximize checking for omissions and filling gaps.
Only, after reading these, Zhang Feng found the handwriting odd, it didn’t look like it was written by one person, but rather like a debate between two?
Could this be a ’debate between two martial arts experts, learning through friendship?’
And these two seemed to have mutual appreciation.
The insights they shared were their biggest, with no holding back.
There were some ’dialogues’ in there, showcasing their respective levels.
Meanwhile.
Zhang Feng was also deducing their strength.
In just a short while.
Zhang Feng quickly backtracked and concluded that these two were basically at the ’Great Success level in Intermediate’.
In a normal world, they’d be considered super experts.
However, in the eyes of a Grandmaster like him, some of their dialogues seemed ingenious, yet there were some errors.
Afterwards, with nothing else happening.
Zhang Feng found a stone, preparing to ’mark the homework’, and pass the time.
But, before he could even start writing.
Coincidentally, at this ruined temple, with the debates under the tiles, and ’learning through martial friendship’.
Zhang Feng couldn’t shake the feeling that he had heard of this before?
Anyway, there was a faint impression.
’The current time is ’85.’
Zhang Feng put down the stone, struggling to recall,
’I remember someone mentioning this?
This person definitely isn’t from the real world.
No one in reality could reach such an insight.
And this is about learning through martial friendship.
This disposition seems like... a guest of honor?’
With this thought, Zhang Feng’s ideas became clearer, he seemed to remember a long time ago in the Criminal World, a guest of honor once called him.
Saying something about ’In the ruined temple, learning through friendship’.
The guest of honor’s close friend went mad because of this.
And now.
Am I possibly correcting his homework?
Could I be this friend?
Or is it someone else?
Like, Boss Long?
Thinking carefully, it’s likely more than eighty to ninety percent close.
Especially considering a ’foster child’ businessman.
For a businessman to become a businessman, he cannot be without Boss Long.