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Chapter 19 You're Quite Humorous (Thanks to Wake Up and Slack Off for the generous donation)

Ning Meng is devastated.

Looking at Su Xintang, who was walking briskly up the steps, she finally understood why Meng Bai had given her the bag.

I climbed the mountain empty-handed, and was panting heavily, covered in sweat.

The woman in front of me was carrying a bag and holding a sword, walking leisurely as if she were taking a stroll.

Not only that, but even though she seemed to be taking a stroll, she was actually moving very fast. If Meng Bai hadn't occasionally called out to her to slow down, he wouldn't have been able to keep up at all.

Fortunately, Meng Bai, that pink sausage, couldn't keep up either.

She leaned on her knees, turned her head, and chuckled breathlessly, "Your girlfriend is really... really amazing, oh my god!"

"Right?" Meng Bai was also panting. The incense offerings were still too few; they only nourished his spirit, without making much of a difference in his physical strength.

"I'm thinking... I'm thinking..." Ning Meng gasped for breath a few times as she spoke, "I'm thinking, can you handle it?"

"What can withstand it?"

"With her stamina, her waist must move like a motor!" Ning Meng grinned lewdly, straightened up, and continued climbing.

"You son of a bitch..." Meng Bai was suddenly hit by a car and sent flying.

Fortunately, he's gotten used to it; that's just how Ning Meng is.

After climbing for quite a while, the three of them finally reached the vicinity of Fengyan Ancient Temple.

Upon arriving here, Su Xintang became visibly nervous, clinging to Meng Bai's hand and staying close by.

"Is there the aura of a god?" Meng Bai asked in the Hegu language.

“There is a mysterious aura about him, but he is different from the god of the River Drum.”

"What's the difference?"

"The god of the River Drum is conscious, but the aura here is scattered, unconscious, and drifting aimlessly. Just like before, there is incense, but it cannot be retained, as if something is missing."

"I'm afraid we're missing a light source receiver," Meng Bai guessed, then asked, "Can we inhale the incense smoke?"

"We're not their attendants, so how can we offer incense? Let's not think about it anymore. Incense is a good thing, but it's not entirely a good thing."

"How do you say that?"

"It's like in Hegu, where the lifespan of a spirit is at least 720 years, but it can only enjoy incense offerings for a maximum of 360 years, because the incense contains the impure thoughts of all living beings."

"If one continues to offer incense for too long, one will fall into the illusions of the masses and lose one's senses. Some spirits cannot even endure 360 ​​years of offerings before voluntarily abdicating."

"I see." Meng Bai nodded thoughtfully.

No wonder when I was meditating yesterday, my mind was filled with the three words "lower nymph". I guess it was because the distracting thoughts of incense entered my body.

It seems we still need to create some positive content and not keep thinking about generating negative traffic.

That way, at least your mind will be filled with positive comments from netizens, instead of negative ones.

Thinking of this, Meng Bai suddenly felt the first spark of light in his mind flicker.

I tried to feel it more closely, but there was no reaction.

Just then, Ning Meng, who had been listening to them chattering away for a while, finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you two talking about?"

"Let's find a place to rehearse and see what sword technique to use." Meng Bai put aside the idea of ​​sensing the light spot.

"Let's go over there, it's a big place and there's shade." Ning Meng pointed to a spot not far away.

At this time of day, and not on the weekend, there's no one else around except the three of them, so they can choose any location they like.

The three of them walked to the shade of a tree and put their things down.

Meng Bai then took out a camera, a stabilizer, and a folding reflector from his bag.

After making some adjustments, he said to Su Xintang:

"Just like we said before, you pretend to pick up a tree branch by the roadside, then imagine it's a sword. You swing the branch, and we'll change clothes. Then you practice a sword technique, understand?"

"Row."

"You try practicing first, I'll find a good camera position, and we'll start filming properly once we've practiced," Meng Bai said, turning on the camera and aiming it at Su Xintang.

"But what sword technique should I practice?"

"Go with your gut feeling."

After saying that, Meng Bai quickly added in the Hegu dialect, "Please don't let it unleash any sword energy or anything like that. Keep it under control."

Su Xintang nodded and chose one of the three swords. Then, she thrust forward with her horse, then forward again, and forward once more…

"No, what are you doing? You only know one move?" Meng Bai was dumbfounded.

"It's three moves: piercing the throat, piercing the eyes, and piercing the heart," Su Xintang explained earnestly.

"Pfft...squeak squeak squeak..." Ning Meng couldn't help herself; she lowered her head, rubbing her forehead, and stifled a laugh. What the hell? Three moves? I didn't realize this pretty girl was so funny.

Meng Bai was amused, but he held it in and said, "No, you're just using some tricks, the kind that are useless but look really good."

"I can not do it."

Upon hearing this, Ning Meng, who had just raised her head, immediately lowered it again, her facial features contorted from suppressing laughter.

"You decide for yourself, make it bold and unrestrained, like those videos I showed you yesterday," Meng Bai said, taking the phone from him.

After watching a few videos, Su Xintang said she understood.

Meng Bai held up his camera and looked back. As soon as he turned it on, he saw Su Xintang, sword in hand, leap up and jump more than two meters high, performing a rather graceful somersault...

"Holy crap?!" Ning Meng suddenly raised her head.

She could hardly believe her eyes, grabbing Meng Bai's arm and shaking it repeatedly, saying, "Did you see that? Did you see that...?"

"I saw it. Actually, she used to be on the school's track and field team, specializing in high jump. What she just did was the Fosbury Flop technique," Meng Bai explained, somewhat awkwardly.

"Really? You just said she's practiced martial arts since she was little." Ning Meng was a little confused.

Is there a conflict between practicing martial arts and track and field?

“That’s true.” Ning Meng nodded.

Luckily, she did a somersault; if the zombie had jumped more than two meters, there would be no way to explain it.

Meng Bai then spoke to Su Xintang in the River Drum language, "Why did you jump so high?"

Upon hearing this, Su Xintang innocently clasped her hands together, feeling that she hadn't jumped very high.

After another hour of this, Su Xintang finally got the hang of it. When a skilled celestial being like her performed a set of moves, it was incredibly graceful and elegant.

He moves left and right, forward and backward, effortlessly executing all sorts of difficult poses.

Moreover, she wore a modern white dress while wielding an ancient-style sword, creating a strange and eclectic aesthetic.

Ning Meng was stunned and kept taking pictures with her phone.

"That's enough, let's restyle her." Meng Bai put away his camera.

"Okay." Ning Meng quickly put away her phone, pulled Su Xintang to a place to sit down, and then took out makeup remover to help her remove her makeup, but...

"You're not wearing makeup?" Ning Meng asked hesitantly, looking at Su Xintang, who looked the same even after removing her makeup for so long.

"No," Su Xintang said, still a little embarrassed, lowering her eyes and whispering, "I don't know how."

"..." Ning Meng was speechless. "Don't you know how? Or do you not need to?"

No, how did Meng Bai find such a girlfriend?
Is it because he's exceptionally long?
Shaking off the thought, Ning Meng took out her foundation again, saying as she applied it, "Your skin is so good, you can't even see your pores, unlike mine."

"Thank you." Su Xintang was a little embarrassed by the compliment.

She changed the subject, saying, "I came in such a hurry. My hometown has a kind of lotus root paste. If you apply it to your face, your skin will become smoother."

"Really?" Ning Meng paused, then turned to Meng Bai and said, "Your hometown has something like this, why didn't you bring it out sooner?"

"I'm a man, I haven't studied these things," Meng Bai said vaguely.

The main reason was that Ning Meng assumed the two were from the same hometown because they were speaking in dialect, and Meng Bai readily admitted it. Now, they've dug their own grave.

So he asked Su Xintang in the local dialect, "What is jade lotus root paste?"

“Spiritual food, food.”

"Put food on your face?" Meng Bai felt his worldview was being challenged.

"Green lotus, purple lotus, and jade lotus root are specialties of Purple Lotus Divine Island. They are all medicinal herbs. This little girl's skin is covered with fine dirt and toxins, and the jade lotus root can clean it off for her."

"If we could bring this thing here, wouldn't we be rich?"

"It's a pity I can't bring it. Besides, jade lotus root paste isn't cheap. It costs a thousand coins a pound, which is equivalent to three-tenths of a dead soul. I can't afford it."

“If it really works, even if you sell it for 10,000 yuan a tael, they will pay without hesitation.”

Meng Bai fell into thought, and the two points of light in his mind began to flicker.

(End of this chapter)