Chapter 28: The Mute's Language
The small park in the morning, there are not a few people exercising, but most of them are elderly people, and young people like Chu Feng are extremely rare.
He didn't mind the curious glances of the crowd, and ran straight to a relatively secluded corner of the small park, which was where Meng Jiu liked to go.
Sure, here is the translation:
As expected, Chu Feng walked over and saw Meng Jiu.
He was now slightly closing his eyes, focusing on practicing his fist, his gaze following the movement of his fists, slowly wandering around, his whole body seemed extremely relaxed, and between opening and closing, a faint momentum appeared.
The movements were smooth and continuous, with no obstruction in between. Even though Chu Feng didn't understand martial arts, he could tell that this person was undoubtedly a master.
Meng wine seemed to be completely unaware of Chu Feng's arrival, and didn't even glance in his direction, instead focusing on practicing his own fist.
Chu Feng came with a request, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry. He took out a bottle of purified water from the bag slung over his shoulder and drank it leisurely while quietly waiting for Meng Jiu.
After about half an hour, Meng Jiu finally stopped, his wise eyes shot over, with a hint of crystal brightness, and looked at Chu Feng before narrowing slightly: "You've waited for me for so long, just say what you want."
Meng wine said the central idea, Chu wind smiled and said: "I want to ask you to teach me martial arts."
When he heard about Chu Feng, Meng Jiu's seemingly gentle eyes suddenly burst out with a captivating brilliance, and his entire demeanor changed in an instant, like a sword being unsheathed, directly piercing towards Chu Feng.
A strong aura, a stimulating gaze from Chu Feng's eyes, and an inexplicable feeling of being on the verge of tears. His mind was instantly locked onto by his opponent, and his entire body was shrouded in a chilling atmosphere.
However, Chu Feng's physical quality has already far surpassed that of ordinary people, and after experiencing the ring incident, his mental state is more resilient, and his spiritual awareness is even stronger than his cultivation. So he didn't avoid or yield, but instead looked straight into Meng Jiu's eyes.
Meng Jiu's face clearly showed a hint of astonishment and surprise, but in an instant, he nodded with a faint smile, his eyes revealing a hint of appreciation. The oppressive aura around him also dissipated without a trace along with his gentle smile.
"Not bad!" Meng Jiu praised Chu Feng with a smile.
Chu Feng let out a sigh of relief, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over his entire body. He smiled foolishly and said, "Please teach me, Master Meng."
If it was just a guess before, then after what just happened, Chu Feng can be certain that this Old Man Meng is absolutely an expert.
"Why should I teach you?" Meng Jiuzhou looked at Chu Feng with interest, the deep wrinkles on his face also relaxed, revealing a red glow.
Chu Feng had already made plans yesterday, he calmly opened the bag on his body, took out two bottles of hundred-year-old wine, and placed them in front of Meng Jiu with a smile: "Master Meng, this is my filial piety to you."
Chu Feng brought out wine and didn't mention the matter of acknowledging a master anymore.
Meng Jiu's eyes lit up when he saw the two bottles of hundred-year-old wine, and his hand quickly reached out to grab them. Just as he was about to take them, he quickly withdrew it: "Tsk tsk, almost fell for your trick, little guy!"
Chu Feng coughed lightly and smiled awkwardly, saying: "Old master, you're being too suspicious. This wine is because last time I was in a hurry to ask you to appraise it, so my words were a bit rash. That's why I came here to apologize."
Meng Jiu's eyes were fixed tightly on the hundred-year-old wine, and upon hearing this, he seemed to have let out a sigh of relief. However, he didn't dare to fully believe it, so he asked suspiciously: "Is what you said true? Or is it just because you want to be my apprentice that you're giving me wine?"
"Old Meng, you're being too cautious!" Chu Feng pushed forward and stuffed the hundred-year-old wine into Meng Jiu's arms.
As soon as the wine entered his stomach, Meng Jiu opened a bottle cap, took a sip, and showed a look of intoxication.
Chu Feng saw Meng Jiu's appearance and secretly found it amusing. He pretended to be regretful and let out a sigh: "Alas, I originally wanted to find a master to learn martial arts from. Since my family has plenty of hundred-year-old wine, it would have been perfect to find a master and show filial piety by offering him a few more bottles. What a pity..."
Meng wine heard that every day a bottle of hundred-year-old vintage, suddenly even ears stood up, but Chu wind suddenly stopped, this is like the movie just saw the wonderful moment, suddenly power outages, this mood, it's anxious!
However, Chu Feng on the side was anxious in his heart. He wasn't worried about the wine, but rather afraid that he wouldn't be able to learn martial arts. After all, no matter how much money there was, it couldn't compare to one's own strength. This logic Chu Feng understood.
Especially now that he has the ring, he feels the importance of strength even more. Martial arts may be the best way to break through his current cultivation.
After all, the immortal technique is powerful, but it's too difficult to cultivate. Firstly, the spiritual energy on earth is too thin, and secondly, the difference in physique between immortals and mortals makes it fundamentally unsuitable for ordinary people to cultivate.
So he strongly wants to learn martial arts, not only to make himself have strong power and be safer, but also to improve his cultivation and increase the low and pitiful Xianyuan force.
Meng Jiu remained silent, not because he was unmoved, but because he was thinking about how to maximize his own interests. Seeing the increasing fervor in Chu Feng's eyes, his heart also began to stir.
After a long time, he stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Chu Feng.
Nima, what's with the pointing again?
Chu Feng almost cursed out loud. Last time, he pointed with one finger and mistook 30,000 for 3,000, a difference of ten times. This time, he stretched out two fingers, what did that mean?
Chu Feng's mind was racing as he hesitantly asked, "Meng Lao, you wouldn't be asking me to give you two bottles of hundred-year-old Chenyue wine every day, would you? If so, then just kill me!"
Meng wine suddenly, but a happy face will hand back one finger.
"One bottle a day?" Chu Feng didn't dare to believe it, and asked with a hint of hesitation.
Meng Jiu nodded quickly.
Chu Feng thought that this time, he was able to take down the Knife Scarred Men only because of his robust physical strength, but if he were to encounter a true expert, it would definitely be himself who ends up on the ground.
At this thought, Chu Feng gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Fine, one bottle a day!"
"Deal!" Meng Jiu's eyes shone brightly as he looked at Chu Feng with extreme excitement, extending his palm.
Chu Feng no longer hesitated and directly stretched out his palm to seal the deal with him: "Deal!"
But little did Chu Feng expect that as soon as his palm struck down, Meng Jiu burst out laughing with a sly smile on his old face, which was filled with a lewd glow: "Young man, actually I stretched out two fingers at the beginning, meaning to say that you would give me two bottles of wine and I would teach you. But you insisted on one bottle per day. Alas, this filial piety is truly rare!"
Meng wine got up with a sigh of relief, and walked away with his hands behind his back.
The Chu wind is still faintly audible, and his lewd laughter can be heard. The anger in my heart, damn it, I've been deceived by him again!
This old man is really too sinister!
Took advantage of, and even deliberately spoke out, this is clearly revenge. Chu Feng looked far away at Meng Jiu's back, really wanting to cry but having no tears.
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