Chapter 38

After examining the marks of the hidden weapons on the bluestone, Su Peng couldn't help but turn to look at Zhong Lingxiu. This girl, isn't she and Dugu Sheng enemies, trying to take advantage of the opportunity to test hidden weapons to get rid of Dugu Sheng?

Such fine cow hair gold needles, with such fierce force, according to the principle that the smaller the contact area, the greater the pressure, what kind of protective true qi can withstand it?

Su Peng thought and couldn't help but glance at Dugu Sheng. Is this big brother not already in a state where his body is like a sieve, and would collapse and die with a bang?

"At this time, Little Sister, the hidden weapons you made are quite powerful. If the protective true qi in the world is not cultivated to the pinnacle, at least seven out of ten can be broken. It's just a bit sinister," Dugu Sheng suddenly said.

Seeing that Dugu Sheng seemed fine, Su Peng was very surprised. He walked over to Dugu Sheng and took a look. He saw that two meters in front of Dugu Sheng, a bunch of fine cow hair gold needles had fallen to the ground, and they hadn't even approached him!

"That's right, I feel the same way. If he dies directly, it's fine, but if he doesn't die, these needles will be very painful when they hit the flesh and will flow into the heart through the blood. Just thinking about it makes me shudder," Zhong Lingxiu said obediently. Then, seeing Su Peng's surprised expression, she added, "Don't be so surprised. Second Master practices multiple internal arts, one of which is called the Wuji Yuanmagnetic Power, which can create an invisible force field to break all weapons and hidden weapons."

"Can you cultivate magnetic power through practice?" Su Peng was shocked again. It turned out that yesterday, the eldest master's performance of a flying skill wasn't enough; Second Master Dugu Sheng also had the ability of Magneto. He just wondered if, when practiced to the limit, it could be as powerful as Magneto's.

"How do you think the power of my hidden weapons is?" Seeing Su Peng's slightly shocked expression, Zhong Lingxiu looked very pleased and asked him.

"Very powerful, almost as powerful as the legendary Peacock Feather..." Su Peng said, unconsciously comparing it to the ultimate hidden weapon in a martial arts novel he remembered.

"Peacock Feather? What is that? I have studied hidden weapons for so long, but I haven't heard of this name..." Zhong Lingxiu said, slightly curious.

Su Peng realized he had spoken out of turn, but it wasn't a big deal. He explained, "The Peacock Feather is an extremely beautiful and powerful hidden weapon. According to legend, no one has seen its beauty except the owner. Because, those who see its beauty, like a peacock spreading its tail, die in an instant..."

As Su Peng spoke, he recounted the story from the novel "Peacock Feather."

"Very touching... very foolish..." After listening to Su Peng's story about the Peacock Feather, Zhong Lingxiu was still immersed in the story's atmosphere, her eyes slightly dazed. After a while, she came to and asked, "What happened to Shuangshuang in the end?"

"I don't know, but she probably lived well," Su Peng said.

"Truly pitiful, to love someone so much, but they die..." Zhong Lingxiu said with some regret.

Su Peng shook his head. He had always thought that women read martial arts novels as romance novels, and men read romance novels as martial arts novels. This idea was confirmed again.

"This story is good."

At this moment, Dugu Sheng, who had been silently listening, spoke up, "A person's strongest weapon is their confidence. This is a good saying. Also, Xiao Wu and Gao Li are both good."

Su Peng nodded. At this moment, he noticed a prompt in the lower left corner of his vision: "Zhong Lingxiu's affection for you has increased by five points" and "Dugu Sheng's affection for you has increased by seven points."

"Can telling stories increase affection?" Su Peng was slightly surprised, but then he understood. Although Senior Ancient's books were strange, they still had a strong sense of chivalry. Dugu Sheng, being a great hero, naturally felt moved. Zhong Lingxiu also listened with emotion. Martial arts stories in the martial arts world are like stories from real life, so they are more immersive.

"Wait, I have an inspiration. I need to leave for a moment." At this moment, Zhong Lingxiu suddenly seemed to come to her senses, called out, and then jumped to her residence.

"Little Sister sometimes has some strange actions, but you'll get used to it." Dugu Sheng explained to Su Peng, then said, "I'm going to practice my sword."

"Master, do you mind if I watch?" Su Peng asked Dugu Sheng, who nodded and said, "No problem."

Su Peng nodded, walked to a large rock, and jumped up. Dugu Sheng's sword skills were definitely top-notch. Watching others practice martial arts could also increase martial arts experience. Since Su Peng had nothing to do, he decided to accumulate experience for himself.

Dugu Sheng didn't mind Su Peng watching and started practicing his sword.

Today, he didn't use the heavy sword Su Peng had seen yesterday but took a regular steel longsword. However, this longsword seemed a bit small in Dugu Sheng's hands.

Dugu Sheng held the longsword and slowly performed a set of sword techniques.

Su Peng, sitting on the large rock, watched Dugu Sheng practice his sword. He felt that this set of sword techniques was extremely profound. Although he couldn't fully understand them, Dugu Sheng practiced very slowly, as if displaying the essence of the sword. Gradually, Su Peng felt himself being drawn in. Although he didn't understand the principles, he gradually felt a profound sense. Unconsciously, Su Peng's mind was immersed in it, and he lost track of time.

...

When Su Peng came out of the profound state of enlightenment, he was surprised to find that it was already sunset. He had unconsciously entered a meditative state while watching someone practice sword!

Su Peng checked his martial arts experience. He was shocked to find that his martial arts experience had increased from over 370 points to over 600 points!

"Did I benefit so much in one day?" Su Peng was surprised. If this was due to watching Dugu Sheng practice sword, it was too exaggerated.

After careful thought, Su Peng looked at Dugu Sheng and slowly realized that today, Dugu Sheng might have intentionally displayed the essence of the sword, guiding his spirit. It was more like Dugu Sheng using the essence of the sword to teach him, rather than Su Peng understanding the sword on his own.

Realizing this, Su Peng was deeply moved and bowed to Dugu Sheng in gratitude.

Dugu Sheng also knew that Su Peng had come to his senses. He didn't act formally, nodded, and said, "I'm going to the mountain spring to rinse off. See you at dinner."

Su Peng nodded and temporarily bid farewell to Dugu Sheng. He closed his eyes and recalled what he had learned today, feeling that he had benefited a lot in martial arts.

Slowly, Su Peng came to the kitchen. The cook's dysentery hadn't improved, and Su Peng planned to cook today. However, when he arrived at the kitchen, he found an old man with a strong aura of a master standing at the kitchen door!

This person had grayish-white beard, goat-like eyes, a chef's hat, a chef's apron, and black boots. He held his head at a 45-degree angle, exuding a master's aura. He looked at Su Peng through his nose, and after a while, said, "I heard that a master has come to Purple Mist Mountain, a master of cooking. I've been waiting all day. Could it be you, young man?"

Su Peng looked at this person, wondering who he was.

However, Su Peng's mind worked quickly, and he immediately thought of someone. He bowed and said, "Senior, could you be the second grandmaster of Purple Mist Sect, the younger brother of the sect leader, Senior Fan?"

"Hmph! There's no such thing as a younger brother of the sect leader or a grandmaster here. There's only a chef! I want to challenge you today and see who has better cooking skills!" The old man, blowing his beard, said to Su Peng.

Su Peng couldn't help but smile. Yesterday, he had heard from Third Master Chen Qizhen that the sect leader had a younger brother who lived on Purple Mist Mountain. This second grandmaster was proficient in poisons and liked to study the human body, but his favorite thing to do was cook. Unfortunately, his talent was... truly negative, and no one would eat his food.

At this moment, seeing the second grandmaster challenge him, Su Peng laughed and said, "If Second Grandmaster has such an interest, it's fine. We can exchange cooking skills, which is good."

"That's more like it..." The second grandmaster nodded, his expression softening, but then he felt he had lost his dignity and put on a stern face, saying, "Fine, I'll guide you, a junior in the culinary world, today."

Su Peng held back his laughter and entered the kitchen with the old man.

"Today, I'll let you go first. I want to see what special skills you have!" The second grandmaster said to Su Peng.

Su Peng nodded and quickly made three small dishes.

"Ordinary! Mediocre! Ordinary!" The old man shook his head disapprovingly after seeing Su Peng finish the dishes, saying, "Your knife skills are terrible, terrible, terrible! They can't compare to mine! How can such dishes be eaten? They make one lose their appetite before even tasting them!"

Saying this, he shooed Su Peng away and started chopping on the cutting board, his movements so fast that it was dazzling. Even the garlic sprouts brought from the mountain were carved into patterns. Su Peng watched in amazement, thinking that such carving skills would be top-notch in the martial arts world, but it was a pity they were used for cooking...

"See? This is culinary art!" The old man carved 139 garlic sprouts, each with a dragon and a phoenix, all in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. His knife skills were indeed impressive. Then, he put the garlic sprouts in the pan and started stir-frying.

After a few stirs, the garlic sprouts were taken out. Su Peng couldn't help but exclaim, "Senior, the garlic sprouts aren't cooked yet..."

"What do you know? If I stir-fry any more, the carvings will be destroyed. How can they be eaten then?" The old man scolded Su Peng, then put the garlic sprouts on a plate and cooked a few more dishes before stopping.

Su Peng shook his head, not commenting. This old man seemed to treat cooking as carving.

Then, two boys came in and took the dishes made by Su Peng and the old man to the dining hall.

"You can't leave! This is a competition. Let's see the results!" The old man, who was about to leave, pulled Su Peng back.

Su Peng, helpless, had to wait. After a while, a boy came back to report the results.

This boy was the one who had choked on the heavy-flavored dishes yesterday. He looked up, his expression complex, and said, "Second Grandmaster, the dishes cooked by Mr. Su have all been eaten by everyone, while the dishes you cooked... were all thrown into the slop bucket."

The old man was stunned, then suddenly roared, his chef's apron and hat torn to shreds by his powerful inner strength. Then, he... actually broke through the window and fled!

Looking at the broken window, Su Peng was speechless. No one was blocking the door, so did he have to use the window to show his shame? This would need to be fixed...

At this moment, Su Peng suddenly noticed a prompt in the lower left corner of his vision: "Fan Jian's affection for you has decreased by five points..."

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