What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 70 Desiring to Drink, But No Heroes Among Them

"Could it be because the Drunken Fist style I learned inherently contains techniques related to power, making my foundation better?"

After absorbing the insights from Drunken Fist, and glancing at the gleaming intermediate level on his attribute panel, Xia Qing couldn't help but turn his head to look at Grandpa Li, who was also eagerly asking for a drink.

This old man is really quite skilled.

Although the initial version of Drunken Fist learned from him was not as profound as the upgraded Tai Chi Chuan and Overlord Halberd Technique, it still involved the application of force.

To some extent, it's not wrong to classify them as being at the same level, it's just that one is less sophisticated and profound.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Drunken Fist was far superior to his dart throwing and Tai Chi, which he had only practiced superficially.

Furthermore, because of his strong foundation in martial arts such as Tai Chi, his understanding and mastery of Drunken Fist were faster and more profound.

The initial upgrade, as is customary, enhances the martial arts itself, and further, it makes sense to gain more profound martial arts and physical qualities.

"It seems I still can't be careless about learning martial arts and practicing skills in the future..."

Xia Qing pondered to herself.

Judging from his current performance, it is clear that his martial arts skills are more profound and he has mastered them more proficiently, which means that his starting point for leveling up after awakening is also higher.

In this way, I should try to choose genuine martial arts techniques in the future, and I should also work harder in my training.

Of course, it's just a matter of trying, not that we have to force it.

After all, it can be upgraded. Since the attribute panel indicates it's beginner level, it can definitely be upgraded to intermediate or even advanced level. It's just a matter of upgrading once more.

If you can awaken as early as possible, you can use and enjoy it sooner. There's no difference between practicing the ordinary version and not practicing the ordinary one.

"Director Zhou, how much is your wine? If the price is right, I'll buy a batch."

After thinking it over, Xia Qing directly asked the factory manager about the price.

Surprisingly, although it's an aged wine, the price wasn't actually that high.

It's possible that the brand and packaging value weren't taken into account. Even if it's been more than ten years, it's only 21 kilograms. According to the factory manager, if you buy in bulk by the ton, you can get a lot of discounts. Even if it's been thirty years, it's less than 100 yuan.

Drunken Fist itself has a method of using alcohol to generate energy, and the upgraded version of Drunken Fist, which is a martial art of qi and blood, can even use alcohol to circulate qi, so good wine is indispensable.

Furthermore, they may awaken these supernatural abilities in the future.

Therefore, Xia Qing decided to take the easy way out and bought 100 jin of jars, each weighing 10 jin.

I also bought 50 jin of 30-year-old aged wine, and also bought a jar for Grandpa Li.

In the end, it only cost eight thousand, and delivery was included.

If it weren't for the fact that his small, shabby rented room at home couldn't hold it all, he would have just bought a ton and stockpiled it.

He also tasted the thirty-year-old vintage wine along the way.

But this time, Drunken Fist didn't just upgrade by drinking a sip of aged wine; instead, a new prompt came.

"Your Drunken Fist is a fine wine, its aroma is like amber, its taste surpasses pepper and orchid. The first sip is delightful, but the second sip makes me sigh: with such fine wine before me, how can I not have heroes to drink with? I want to invite heroes to join me, but I look around and feel lost. The feeling of loneliness is better than the taste of the wine itself."

"Come on, Uncle Li, let's find a place to have a drink."

Xia Qing had originally planned to thank Grandpa Li for his help today and for teaching her the skills before. After seeing this prompt, she invited Grandpa Li to a decent restaurant and they had a good meal and drinks.

The meal was delicious, with fine wine and food, and both host and guests thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

However, Drunken Fist did not give any response.

"I knew it wouldn't be that simple..."

Xia Qing was disappointed by the situation, but not entirely surprised.

After all, the message from this Drunken Fist technique already stated that it requires a hero or a valiant warrior, so it's clear that it can't be just anyone.

But in modern society, where can we find heroes and valiant men?
After a moment of worry, Xia Qing went outside. The wind made her not-so-drunk mind even clearer, and a sudden inspiration struck her.

Ghost tales... Since they can communicate, they must also be able to drink alcohol, right?
How can someone who transforms into a ghost story and still fears harming the people not be called a hero?
"...Are you going to look for that ghost story again today? You can't beat it anyway, what's the point?"

That day, just as night fell, Xia Qing received fifteen jars of old wine delivered by Factory Director Zhou. He kept most of them at home, selected a few jars to store in the Mirror Demon Card, and prepared some other wine and dishes. Then he called Ling Shuang and headed to where the heroic and virtuous general was.

"You will know when you go."

Xia Qing rolled her eyes when Ling Shuang brought up something she shouldn't have said.

Although the Drunken Fist's Jade Gate Realm physical enhancement has brought his current physical attributes to a completely superhuman level, it is still slightly inferior to the power unleashed by that heroic and scholarly general yesterday.

Moreover, it was clearly not the full power of that valiant and scholarly general; his true strength was only greater.

We definitely can't win a fight right now.

We can only see if we can improve our martial arts skills further.

The reason for inviting Ling Shuang was that he didn't have a car, which made things inconvenient for him.

Secondly, Ling Shuang had also received orders to conduct an in-depth investigation into the strange tales of heroic and Confucian generals, and it just so happened that she was on her way.

Furthermore, this guy, whether he was really fooled by what he said yesterday or not, actually took some time during training this afternoon to come and learn some Tai Chi, and happened to be here.

"I used to be just like you, always keeping things in suspense and only saying half of what I meant, but later..."

Ling Shuang wasn't driving the same sedan as yesterday; she was driving a Jeep instead. She was focused on driving while casually talking to herself.

"What happened next?"

Xia Qing stopped abruptly when Ling Shuang's words came to an abrupt halt, and subconsciously asked a question.

Ling Shuang remained silent, focusing on driving.

"..."

Xia Qing quickly realized what was happening, and her face darkened.

He quickly sighed again: "Alright, it's no big deal to tell you. I was looking for that strange tale about the military general from yesterday because I was planning to..."

What are your plans?

Ling Shuang waited a moment but received no further comment, so she couldn't help but ask again.

"..."

The driver's cab was completely silent.

"childish."

With a sigh, Ling Shuang stopped asking questions and focused on driving, soon arriving back at the foggy streets of yesterday.

The surrounding roads have actually been blocked off by some logistics personnel from the relevant departments.

However, ghost stories all possess various supernatural powers, and most of them even have superhuman self-healing or immortality, making ordinary firearms basically ineffective.

In fact, even Xia Qing before, with his Golden Dart technique, could have easily shot down many bullets.

Firearms are not as terrifying as many people imagine. Many conventional calibers can hardly penetrate a tree trunk, let alone a single sheet of iron.

This is why, although he was instinctively wary of Viper and the others, he wasn't particularly afraid of them.

With the Ironclad Cavalry or the full-body heavy armor of that valiant and scholarly general, it would only be more severe.

That's not just ordinary armor in appearance; it's part of the supernatural tales, and can only be described as an outward manifestation of its defensive capabilities.

Even the special demon-repelling golden light, combined with the sharpness of the weapon and the Heavenly Halberd, could not penetrate it.

If you add their terrifying physical abilities and reaction speed, unless a large-scale firepower coverage is deployed, conventional weapons will basically pose no threat. On the contrary, a single charge by the enemy will result in the deaths of a large number of them.

(End of this chapter)