area51novel Chapter 60 For Food
Chapter 60 For Food
A month later.
A small town about 20 miles from Bright Summit.
There is a restaurant.
Chen Yuan and his two companions, looking travel-worn, sat down at the square table.
For the past month, they've been killing and questioning their way through, and they're finally almost at Bright Summit.
The waiter quickly brought out the food.
Zhang Wuji stared at the food on the table, then glanced at a woman outside the shop begging for food while holding a thin baby, her eyes vacant, and suddenly blurted out a sentence.
"Brother Chen, I understand now. They're all just trying to make a living."
"Selling one's daughter is for food, selling oneself like livestock is for a meal to survive, leaving one's hometown is also for a bite to eat."
"Even my maternal grandfather's Ming Cult fought against the imperial court just to make a living."
"Because the current Tartars are making it impossible for them to get enough to eat."
Zhang Wuji's eyes were clear and bright as he expressed his reasoning in simple words.
"That's right."
The Fire-Worker Monk gave a thumbs up.
Chen Yuan glanced at him sideways.
"Didn't you want to become the best in the world?"
The Fire-Worker Monk looked disheartened.
"That's all in the past."
After being starving for thirty years, he finally realized how difficult it was to have a proper meal...
Chen Yuan ignored him and turned to look at Zhang Wuji.
What you said isn't entirely wrong.
"Besides this, what else came to mind?"
Zhang Wuji's youthful face revealed a resolute expression.
"I want to help them get food."
"Not bad, not bad."
Chen Yuan gave a thumbs up, and then asked a few more questions.
"So how are you going to get them food?"
"It's easy to help someone get a meal."
As he spoke, he instructed the waiter to bring some food to the woman outside the shop.
He turned and asked again.
"What about those groups of ten, a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand?"
"And why are they not getting enough to eat?"
"Is it because of the poor harvest, the Tartars, or something else entirely?"
A look of contemplation and confusion flashed across Zhang Wuji's face, and he fell silent.
After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, they led the Fire-Worker Monk and Zhang Wuji toward Bright Peak.
Half an hour after they left.
A large number of martial arts practitioners, carrying knives and swords, flooded into the restaurant.
......
Traveling by aircraft is very fast.
Before long, the three of them arrived at the foot of Bright Summit.
Before me lay a desolate desert.
Chen Yuan stood before the desert, looking up at the towering peaks that resembled iron, layer upon layer disappearing into the clouds.
The territory of Bright Summit is far greater than that of Wudang Mountain.
In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, finding a deliberately hidden forbidden place is like finding a needle in a haystack.
As he was thinking, a dozen figures suddenly emerged from the pile of rocks ahead, all dressed in white and carrying curved swords.
"Halt!"
The leading burly man brandished his sword and shouted.
"This is the headquarters area of the Ming Cult. Outsiders, leave immediately!"
Chen Yuan: (≖‿≖)
It's like a pillow being delivered just when you're about to fall asleep; these people have arrived at the perfect time!
Chen Yuan ignored them and instead asked the Fire-Worker Monk.
"Old Huo, do you know acupressure?"
"I know a little bit."
The Fire-Worker Monk answered crisply.
All martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin. While learning the Nine Yang Divine Skill at Shaolin, he learned almost all of Shaolin's kung fu.
"very good."
Chen Yuan smiled.
"Help me set them all on fire!"
"no problem..."
The members of the Ming Cult glared angrily at the three of them for their arrogance.
The burly man in the lead was about to rebuke him when suddenly his vision blurred, a gust of wind swept past, and all the acupoints in his body went numb, rendering him unable to move.
He was both shocked and furious, and immediately began to curse.
Chen Yuanqi said.
"Your life is in our hands, and you still dare to be so arrogant?"
"To die for the Ming Cult is our honor!"
The burly man at the head of the group stiffened his neck and glared angrily at Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan spread his hands.
"That makes things difficult. If I want to ask something, won't I be unable to get any information at all?"
"Don't even think about it!"
The burly man at the head glared angrily at Chen Yuan.
"All right..."
Chen Yuan wasn't in a hurry; he slowly took out a small white porcelain bottle from his waist.
A red paper was pasted on the bottle, with the five words "I love Yiluge" written on it.
"In that case, I have no choice but to use medication."
"Pooh!"
"Don't even think about getting me to speak, no matter what medicine you use!"
"Don't rush."
Chen Yuan smiled and shook the bottle.
"I haven't even said what kind of medicine this is yet."
"This medicine is called 'I Love One Lucky'."
"It's a medicine similar to Hehuan San (a traditional Chinese medicine formula)."
"But then!"
He emphasized his words.
"This medicine is much stronger than the Albizia Powder..."
Chen Yuan smiled as he sized up the burly man at the head of the group.
"Don't even mention touching it; just smelling a trace of it would be unbearable, making one feel intoxicated and aroused."
The burly man at the head of the group glared at Chen Yuan, his face turning slightly pale.
"Despicable! You people from the six major sects are truly despicable and shameless! You only know how to resort to such underhanded tactics!"
"I'd rather die than tell!"
He repeated it again, as if telling Chen Yuan, or as if affirming himself.
Although Chen Yuan didn't know why this guy mistook him for one of the six major sects, he didn't explain and still maintained a cheerful demeanor.
"What would happen if we encountered that?"
"As the name suggests, when this drug takes effect, the person will howl at a strip or stick-shaped object."
"He kept chasing after me, asking for kisses."
"No matter how you resist, even if you humiliate or beat him!"
"He remains courageous and determined, he won't give up!"
The Fire-Worker Monk couldn't help but shudder.
He couldn't believe what would happen if he accidentally used this thing on himself.
Zhang Wuji was speechless.
What kind of person is Chen Yuan?!
He usually acts chivalrously, but his methods are nothing like those of a righteous person, truly living up to his nickname.
"Demon!"
The burly man at the head of the group was deathly pale, and the other subdued members were no less so.
"Then come on! What's a little humiliation compared to the Ming Cult!"
The burly man closed his eyes, looking as if he were about to be slaughtered.
Chen Yuan said with a smile.
"Here I come!"
"Oh right, I forgot to mention, I don't have an antidote for this."
"besides..."
His voice was like a devil's.
"I had no intention of using the medication on you."
The burly man at the head of the group opened his eyes in confusion.
Chen Yuan's gaze swept over the group of subordinates who were frozen in place, his voice like a devil's whisper.
"I plan to use it on your subordinates..."
"Then, release their pressure points, leaving you here alone..."
"At that time, I'm afraid you'll be left with no one to turn to for help..."
Before he could finish speaking, the leading burly man had already turned pale, his eyes filled with terror.
This person...this person is simply a devil!
Seeing Chen Yuan smilingly uncork the bottle and about to sprinkle it on the other believers.
This guy is serious!
The burly man at the head of the group shouted a warning.
"Young hero, wait a moment!"
"What exactly do you want to ask?!"
"I'll talk! I'll talk!"
The burly man at the head: (╥_╥)
It's not that he wasn't determined enough...
It's not that the enemy is cunning!
The Fire-Worker Monk lowered his head and exchanged a glance with Zhang Wuji, then silently walked to the side without prior arrangement.
They always felt that Chen Yuan was somewhat shameful.