Chapter 65
: Sword Bones? Cheap Bones! (Please continue reading)
He wore a linen shirt and a short jacket, had a slightly hunched back, looked old, and walked with a furtive, dog-like gait.
That's exactly the Liu San that Ling Nong just mentioned.
"He's really not dead, so what's he doing here? Still thinking about the spirit plant?..."
Li Changsheng's expression turned slightly unpleasant. He stared at Liu San for a few moments before walking over.
Hearing footsteps, Liu San turned around. Seeing the person's cold face, he instinctively shrank back, quickly put on a smile, and slapped himself hard across the face. He bowed ninety degrees and said:
"Master Li, San'er has come to apologize to you."
After speaking, he respectfully handed over the gift box in his hand.
"Um?…"
Li Changsheng was taken aback by Liu San's antics. He frowned, sized him up a few times, and gave him a cold look, saying in a deep voice:
"What are you doing here again? Trying to steal my spiritual plant again?...
"No, no..."
Liu San waved his hands and shook his head repeatedly, his face showing a wronged and aggrieved expression, and hurriedly explained:
"Master Li, I really didn't know Qi Erlengzi was going to steal your spiritual plant. That day, Qi Erlengzi said he would take me to Zhao Niangzi's house in the 'Mutual Aid Association' for mutual aid, and told me to wait in the corner, saying he was going to meet a friend..."
"I really didn't expect him to be stealing your spiritual plants."
"Mr. Li, you can ask around about my character, Liu San. While I wouldn't call myself a kind-hearted person, I've never taken a single needle or thread from anyone..."
As if afraid Li Changsheng wouldn't believe him, he pointed to the sky and swore:
"Master Li, if what I, Liu San, said is true, may I be struck by lightning! May my sons be born without an anus, and may they run into robbers the moment they step outside..."
A string of oaths spilled from his mouth.
Li Changsheng stared into his eyes but didn't notice anything amiss. Either Liu San was telling the truth, or he was hiding something.
He prefers the former.
Liu San, who frequents underground kilns year-round and occasionally needs to find someone to exchange spirit stones for a living, is just an ordinary person no matter how you look at it.
And if one truly has a deep and calculating mind.
It's unlikely that they would have been hanging around Lingtian in District C for decades.
However, despite believing him, Li Changsheng didn't want to associate with him and was just about to send him away when he suddenly thought of something and asked:
"How did you get back?... "
That day, Manager Fang ruthlessly searched Liu San's soul, and his tone when speaking to Liu San sounded like he was talking about a dead man, which didn't seem like he was asking Liu San to come back.
Upon hearing this...
Liu San hesitated for a moment, but seeing Li Changsheng frown, he quickly looked around and, seeing no one was there, whispered:
"So that you may know, Master Li."
"San'er was never supposed to come back, but who would have thought that I, Liu San, would hit the jackpot and unexpectedly awaken that... lowly bone..."
"The steward took pity on my talent and put me back."
Liu San was meek and obedient, but when he spoke of the lowly, his tone rose two octaves, filled with the smugness of a petty person who had achieved his goal.
"Sword Bone!?..."
Li Changsheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Liu San, who was standing in front of him with a strange gaze.
No.
Can someone like that awaken "Sword Bone"?
"Sword Bone" is the same as his "Spirit Plant Master" talent "Life Sac".
They all belong to special physical conditions.
However, compared to the "Life Pouch", the "Sword Bone" is more focused on killing. Every cultivator who awakens the "Sword Bone" is filled with a chilling killing intent.
"It's fake, right..."
Li Changsheng sized up the timid Liu San, and no matter how he looked at him, he didn't seem like someone who could awaken "Sword Bone".
Seemingly sensing the doubt in his eyes, Liu San straightened his back slightly and said:
"Master Li, don't underestimate me, Liu San. A man's word is his bond. I never lie. If I say I'm a scoundrel, then I'm a scoundrel..."
Li Changsheng, too lazy to pay attention to this glib-tongued fellow, turned and walked towards the door, casually replying:
"Understood. As for sword bones, in the future, when you become a sword cultivator, Master Liu, please come to my field to chop some weeds sometime..."
"A sword cultivator?... "
Liu San was stunned. When did he become a sword cultivator? But he didn't think much of it, and looking at the closed courtyard gate, he called out:
"Mr. Li, just let me know if you need anything, and I'll come over right away to weed your field..."
After waiting a few moments without receiving a response, I weighed the gift box in my hand.
"Alright, that saves me the trouble..."
Having explained himself clearly, Liu San felt no more worries. He turned around, put his hands behind his back, and strode back to his home, humming a lewd tune.
He would occasionally greet the Lingnongs who were returning from the fields.
patio.
Hearing the voices coming from outside the courtyard wall, Li Changsheng shook his head slightly, stopped thinking about it, put down what he was holding, picked up the string of half-spirit insects, and turned to enter the kitchen.
"Soak it in salt water first, then fry it in oil..."
"Should we coat it with batter?"
"Forget it, the spirit insect's shell is hard; let's just make sure it doesn't get completely blasted through..."
Recalling how he fried grasshoppers in his previous life, Li Changsheng deftly marinated the grasshoppers, lit the fire, and poured oil into the wok.
"Oh dear..."
Ya Ya peeked out from the edge of the bamboo frame, curiously watching Li Changsheng bustling around. She grinned, seemingly lost in thought.
After a while.
With a sizzling sound, the aroma of oil mixed with the fragrance of fried food quickly spread, causing the little guy in the bamboo basket to keep peeking out, and he stopped barking and kept pursing his lips.
Half-spirited grasshoppers are indeed difficult to fry thoroughly.
It blew for a good fifteen minutes.
The grasshoppers in the pot had all turned golden yellow.
The aroma made Li Changsheng's mouth water. "They should be ripe by now..."
Somewhat worried, I took it out and fried it again before putting it on a plate and sprinkling it with a pinch of salt.
"It should be edible..."
Li Changsheng picked up a grasshopper that was fried to a golden brown and sizzling with oil, examined it with his "Eye of Cultivation" to confirm that it was not poisonous, hesitated for a moment, then put it to his mouth and took a bite.
One word, fragrant!
Unlike meat-eaters, it has a unique meaty aroma that insects possess.
"I must say, this tastes much better than what I ate in my previous life..."
He ate two in a row.
Ya Ya clung to the edge of the bamboo basket with her little hands, chattering away as she waited for a long time. When Li Changsheng ignored her, her face showed anxiety.
"Ya ya... ya ya..."
Just as Li Changsheng was about to enjoy his third fried grasshopper, he suddenly remembered there was still a little one left. He quickly squatted down, looked at Ya Ya with her mouth open, and brought the fried grasshopper to her mouth, saying:
"Master will taste it for you to see if it's salty enough, it smells quite good..."
Ya Ya ignored him and took a big bite. After chewing it a couple of times, she seemed to think it was delicious. She grabbed the bamboo basket and swayed it back and forth, her little face visibly happy.
Not long after.
A plate of thirty or forty fried grasshoppers was quickly devoured by the two of them.
Ya Ya's face was beaming with joy after eating so much, and she kept making "ya ya" sounds like a nursery rhyme.
Li Changsheng went to "Lingzhongtang" without stopping and bought ten catties of "Huangya Lingmi" and more than one hundred catties of ordinary rice.
I made some mixed stew porridge for Da Congming.
Let's tidy up a bit.
I took Ya Ya, who had changed into a floral dress, down the mountain.
When they arrived at their own sacred field.
Next door, in the spirit field, Shi Mao was clearing weeds under the blazing sun. Judging from the hoe, it seemed to be a brand new "talisman weapon".
"They do have quite a few spirit stones..."
Li Changsheng glanced around, entered his own spiritual field, fed the stewed porridge to Da Congming, and walked to the "spiritual spring". Looking at the clear and cool spiritual spring water in the pit, he pondered.
"We don't need the spiritual spring water anymore; we need to find another market for it."
After thinking about it, a figure came to mind.
"Judging by the time, it should be arriving soon..."
That's exactly the Liu San that Ling Nong just mentioned.
"He's really not dead, so what's he doing here? Still thinking about the spirit plant?..."
Li Changsheng's expression turned slightly unpleasant. He stared at Liu San for a few moments before walking over.
Hearing footsteps, Liu San turned around. Seeing the person's cold face, he instinctively shrank back, quickly put on a smile, and slapped himself hard across the face. He bowed ninety degrees and said:
"Master Li, San'er has come to apologize to you."
After speaking, he respectfully handed over the gift box in his hand.
"Um?…"
Li Changsheng was taken aback by Liu San's antics. He frowned, sized him up a few times, and gave him a cold look, saying in a deep voice:
"What are you doing here again? Trying to steal my spiritual plant again?...
"No, no..."
Liu San waved his hands and shook his head repeatedly, his face showing a wronged and aggrieved expression, and hurriedly explained:
"Master Li, I really didn't know Qi Erlengzi was going to steal your spiritual plant. That day, Qi Erlengzi said he would take me to Zhao Niangzi's house in the 'Mutual Aid Association' for mutual aid, and told me to wait in the corner, saying he was going to meet a friend..."
"I really didn't expect him to be stealing your spiritual plants."
"Mr. Li, you can ask around about my character, Liu San. While I wouldn't call myself a kind-hearted person, I've never taken a single needle or thread from anyone..."
As if afraid Li Changsheng wouldn't believe him, he pointed to the sky and swore:
"Master Li, if what I, Liu San, said is true, may I be struck by lightning! May my sons be born without an anus, and may they run into robbers the moment they step outside..."
A string of oaths spilled from his mouth.
Li Changsheng stared into his eyes but didn't notice anything amiss. Either Liu San was telling the truth, or he was hiding something.
He prefers the former.
Liu San, who frequents underground kilns year-round and occasionally needs to find someone to exchange spirit stones for a living, is just an ordinary person no matter how you look at it.
And if one truly has a deep and calculating mind.
It's unlikely that they would have been hanging around Lingtian in District C for decades.
However, despite believing him, Li Changsheng didn't want to associate with him and was just about to send him away when he suddenly thought of something and asked:
"How did you get back?... "
That day, Manager Fang ruthlessly searched Liu San's soul, and his tone when speaking to Liu San sounded like he was talking about a dead man, which didn't seem like he was asking Liu San to come back.
Upon hearing this...
Liu San hesitated for a moment, but seeing Li Changsheng frown, he quickly looked around and, seeing no one was there, whispered:
"So that you may know, Master Li."
"San'er was never supposed to come back, but who would have thought that I, Liu San, would hit the jackpot and unexpectedly awaken that... lowly bone..."
"The steward took pity on my talent and put me back."
Liu San was meek and obedient, but when he spoke of the lowly, his tone rose two octaves, filled with the smugness of a petty person who had achieved his goal.
"Sword Bone!?..."
Li Changsheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Liu San, who was standing in front of him with a strange gaze.
No.
Can someone like that awaken "Sword Bone"?
"Sword Bone" is the same as his "Spirit Plant Master" talent "Life Sac".
They all belong to special physical conditions.
However, compared to the "Life Pouch", the "Sword Bone" is more focused on killing. Every cultivator who awakens the "Sword Bone" is filled with a chilling killing intent.
"It's fake, right..."
Li Changsheng sized up the timid Liu San, and no matter how he looked at him, he didn't seem like someone who could awaken "Sword Bone".
Seemingly sensing the doubt in his eyes, Liu San straightened his back slightly and said:
"Master Li, don't underestimate me, Liu San. A man's word is his bond. I never lie. If I say I'm a scoundrel, then I'm a scoundrel..."
Li Changsheng, too lazy to pay attention to this glib-tongued fellow, turned and walked towards the door, casually replying:
"Understood. As for sword bones, in the future, when you become a sword cultivator, Master Liu, please come to my field to chop some weeds sometime..."
"A sword cultivator?... "
Liu San was stunned. When did he become a sword cultivator? But he didn't think much of it, and looking at the closed courtyard gate, he called out:
"Mr. Li, just let me know if you need anything, and I'll come over right away to weed your field..."
After waiting a few moments without receiving a response, I weighed the gift box in my hand.
"Alright, that saves me the trouble..."
Having explained himself clearly, Liu San felt no more worries. He turned around, put his hands behind his back, and strode back to his home, humming a lewd tune.
He would occasionally greet the Lingnongs who were returning from the fields.
patio.
Hearing the voices coming from outside the courtyard wall, Li Changsheng shook his head slightly, stopped thinking about it, put down what he was holding, picked up the string of half-spirit insects, and turned to enter the kitchen.
"Soak it in salt water first, then fry it in oil..."
"Should we coat it with batter?"
"Forget it, the spirit insect's shell is hard; let's just make sure it doesn't get completely blasted through..."
Recalling how he fried grasshoppers in his previous life, Li Changsheng deftly marinated the grasshoppers, lit the fire, and poured oil into the wok.
"Oh dear..."
Ya Ya peeked out from the edge of the bamboo frame, curiously watching Li Changsheng bustling around. She grinned, seemingly lost in thought.
After a while.
With a sizzling sound, the aroma of oil mixed with the fragrance of fried food quickly spread, causing the little guy in the bamboo basket to keep peeking out, and he stopped barking and kept pursing his lips.
Half-spirited grasshoppers are indeed difficult to fry thoroughly.
It blew for a good fifteen minutes.
The grasshoppers in the pot had all turned golden yellow.
The aroma made Li Changsheng's mouth water. "They should be ripe by now..."
Somewhat worried, I took it out and fried it again before putting it on a plate and sprinkling it with a pinch of salt.
"It should be edible..."
Li Changsheng picked up a grasshopper that was fried to a golden brown and sizzling with oil, examined it with his "Eye of Cultivation" to confirm that it was not poisonous, hesitated for a moment, then put it to his mouth and took a bite.
One word, fragrant!
Unlike meat-eaters, it has a unique meaty aroma that insects possess.
"I must say, this tastes much better than what I ate in my previous life..."
He ate two in a row.
Ya Ya clung to the edge of the bamboo basket with her little hands, chattering away as she waited for a long time. When Li Changsheng ignored her, her face showed anxiety.
"Ya ya... ya ya..."
Just as Li Changsheng was about to enjoy his third fried grasshopper, he suddenly remembered there was still a little one left. He quickly squatted down, looked at Ya Ya with her mouth open, and brought the fried grasshopper to her mouth, saying:
"Master will taste it for you to see if it's salty enough, it smells quite good..."
Ya Ya ignored him and took a big bite. After chewing it a couple of times, she seemed to think it was delicious. She grabbed the bamboo basket and swayed it back and forth, her little face visibly happy.
Not long after.
A plate of thirty or forty fried grasshoppers was quickly devoured by the two of them.
Ya Ya's face was beaming with joy after eating so much, and she kept making "ya ya" sounds like a nursery rhyme.
Li Changsheng went to "Lingzhongtang" without stopping and bought ten catties of "Huangya Lingmi" and more than one hundred catties of ordinary rice.
I made some mixed stew porridge for Da Congming.
Let's tidy up a bit.
I took Ya Ya, who had changed into a floral dress, down the mountain.
When they arrived at their own sacred field.
Next door, in the spirit field, Shi Mao was clearing weeds under the blazing sun. Judging from the hoe, it seemed to be a brand new "talisman weapon".
"They do have quite a few spirit stones..."
Li Changsheng glanced around, entered his own spiritual field, fed the stewed porridge to Da Congming, and walked to the "spiritual spring". Looking at the clear and cool spiritual spring water in the pit, he pondered.
"We don't need the spiritual spring water anymore; we need to find another market for it."
After thinking about it, a figure came to mind.
"Judging by the time, it should be arriving soon..."