PNB Chapter 330 Half an Apprentice
Chapter 330 Half an Apprentice
The child was dazed and confused. He answered Zhong Ming's questions one by one, and it was unclear where his stubbornness from last night had gone.
Water method, foundation construction.
He didn't even utter a sound about either of those things.
His spiritual power is indeed listed as water-attribute in the genealogy, but he doesn't know any water magic and can't even condense a small drop of water.
Seriously, I've only been cultivating immortality for a year...
Wait a minute, Zhong Ming suddenly realized something.
How did I reach the eighth level of Qi Refining in just one year?
After careful calculation, he realized that he had either been exposed to the sweet rain or drunk too much spiritual wine, and that he hadn't actually made much progress in his cultivation.
That's a journey that many people never finish in their lifetime.
He suddenly felt that he was still very lucky; the incantation taught to him by the old Taoist priest and the mica stone given to him by his master were really useful.
There are seniors in the Taoist temple who have achieved Foundation Establishment in a hundred days. His three hundred days of Qi Refining to the eighth level... isn't that much worse?
He gasped, "No wonder everyone calls me a genius!"
So he cleared his throat, stood up straight, and asked seriously, "What are you planning to do next?"
“I…I…”
Answer me directly.
"I do not know."
"Then you can stay here. When you've figured things out, or when you can't wait any longer and want to leave, just let me know." Zhong Ming turned his head away and ignored him, revealing a devilish smile to Fang Qianqian.
In the afternoon, Zhong Ming, feeling refreshed, withdrew his fist.
"According to the old saying in our area, those who bully others should be punished tenfold. However, I'm not that old-fashioned. After today, we'll be even. When we do things in the future, we should think twice. Wouldn't it be better if we could all live in peace? Why do you have to stir up trouble?"
Fang Qianqian lay on the ground, her face bruised and swollen. To be honest, she could recover from the beating with just two pills, but it had really hurt her pride.
"Don't think you're unlucky to have met me. The probability of you meeting someone who can handle you is 100%, because you bully everyone you see. There will always be someone who can take over your brother-in-law's position as battalion commander, and they'll start from scratch here as a recruit."
After expending a lot of words, Zhong Ming felt parched and began to eat and drink the food that the cooks had brought him.
The boy next to him had a rumbling stomach and kept glancing at the "delicious-looking" food, swallowing hard, but he didn't ask for any.
Her little face scrunched up, her mouth tightly shut, as if she wanted to stop breathing so she wouldn't smell the aroma of the food.
Fang Qianqian felt wronged, but had to admit that Zhong Ming was right. "My brother-in-law is, after all, the battalion commander. The whole battalion has to listen to him. Over the years, they haven't dared to touch me. Once I reach a higher level, I might be able to..."
"Hey, looks like my fists aren't hard enough. How about you practice with me again tomorrow?"
As Zhong Ming finished speaking, he was about to put a mouthful of rice into his mouth when the boy in front of him suddenly stood up unsteadily and walked up to Zhong Ming. He was taller than Zhong Ming when he was sitting.
"What's wrong? Are you hungry?"
"Sir, you said the entire battalion must obey the battalion commander, is that right?"
"That's it."
He then turned to Fang Qianqian, "This... sir, the battalion commander will be replaced, right?"
Fang Qianqian's face was too swollen to speak anymore, so she nodded perfunctorily.
So the boy said earnestly to Zhong Ming, "Sir, I want to take over the position of battalion commander."
Zhong Ming spat out a mouthful of rice, spraying it all over the boy.
Fang Qianqian laughed even more heartlessly, "Hahaha, take over my brother-in-law's position? You'll have to get past me first!"
The determination in the boy's eyes returned. He looked at Zhong Ming with unwavering eyes and said, "Sir, if I become the battalion commander, can I make these cannons fly away, let them rebuild my village, and let the villagers come back?"
"Yes, but by then, it might have been more than ten or even several decades. You might be an old man with white hair, while the villagers would have turned into skeletons in their graves."
He thought for a moment, tears welling up in his eyes, but he forcefully held them back.
"Can I prevent such terrible things from happening in other villages?"
"If you succeed, then yes."
"Then this is my answer."
"Well, I see."
Zhong Ming continued eating, but what he was thinking was... 'This kid is better than I was back then. I knelt for ages in front of the Taoist temple, begging the old Taoist priest for help.'
He racked his brains and finally found a suitable passage from a storyteller's opening remarks.
"Heaven will save those who help themselves, and Heaven will help those who abandon themselves... Since you have the will to be self-reliant, stay here as a servant. If you are fortunate enough to obtain a cultivation technique that suits you, you can also attain immortality. Remember, I don't care about other places, but here, you will receive as much benefit as you have the skills."
As soon as Zhong Ming finished speaking, the Mother and Child Swords appeared out of nowhere, slicing through the ropes on his back. They then hovered around him for a moment, gracefully twirling in the air before returning to Zhong Ming's side.
This move was nothing short of miraculous in front of ordinary people. "Zhang Youcai" immediately knelt down. He didn't know anything about the ceremony of becoming a disciple, so he just kept kowtowing until his forehead bled and his back ached.
"Okay, get up."
Zhong Ming put on an air of mystery, revealing a profound and inscrutable expression.
"Find a room and sleep on the floor."
"Yes, Master."
"Don't call me master. I haven't accepted you as my disciple yet. Call me captain."
Zhong Ming reluctantly tried to convince himself that even if he was a guest of the Yue family, it wouldn't be too much to take on half a disciple. He could take him to see the old Taoist priest later, and only if the old Taoist priest agreed would it be a true agreement.
Zhong Ming touched his nose, feeling a little uncomfortable, as if he had suddenly become a father when he was still a child.
"Eat up, and after you're done, clean this place up. I'll go tell the logistics department." With that, he fled the place as if he were escaping.
Registering as a guard is naturally impossible, as the hard standard of late-stage Qi Refining will not change. However, registering as a menial servant is also not enough. So Zhong Ming decided to try to register as an auxiliary soldier.
As Zhong Ming walked further and further away, Fang Qianqian perked up her ears. After confirming that she could no longer hear his footsteps, she did a somersault to her feet, her arrogance returning. This little brother was now legitimate, wasn't he?
In the Third Guard Team, Zhong Ming is the eldest, I'm the second eldest, and the youngest has to listen to me.
"Hurry up and eat. You're so ignorant. You can eat this food with such relish. Stay with me and when I get back, there will be plenty of good food waiting for you."
The boy, Fang Qianqian, urged him to eat even faster.
What can farmers eat? They're lucky if they eat coarse grains mixed with some pickled vegetables. They can't even afford to eat eggs; they have to sell them to exchange for grain and salt.
What kind of food is served here?
It contains white rice, vegetables, meat, and eggs, which is enough to provide a balanced diet for cultivators in the Qi Refining stage.
Tears streamed into his rice bowl, then mingled with the food as he shoveled it into his mouth.