Chapter 245: Chapter 141: Storms Converge, the Land Runs Red with Blood (Part 3)
Mr. Bamboo stands at the shoreline all day, drinking in the wind and dew, ignoring worldly affairs.
Xiong Shan Monarch cracks his head battling wits over a few beehives, yet three strikes can’t squeeze a fart out.
Auntie Lan spends her day looking in the mirror, painting her eyebrows and lips, as if she could paint until the end of time.
And Fire Child, that little brat, guards a pot of Guiyuan Soup simmering by the stove, claiming it’s been simmering for thirty years.
Wow, thirty years ago, probably even his mom was still playing with mud, and he hadn’t yet floated ashore and been found by his master.
Thinking about his master, Fang Qingzhu sighs; it’s been ten years since she last saw him.
Word is she’s determined to escape the prison of heaven and earth, disappearing into seclusion for long stretches at a time.
On the contrary, the elder sister often appears.
However, the elder sister is restless, always shouting about wanting to go into the sea to slay dragons.
Are there dragons in the sea?
Fang Qingzhu has never seen one.
She only knows that she is so bored she feels almost cloistered.
Hence, after eating grilled fish, she rummages around the island for some novel and amusing things to pass the time.
Practicing martial arts? Not happening.
In this world, are there any forces that dare to challenge the Purple Bamboo Forest? What’s the use in practicing divine arts then.
Finally, in her sister’s room, she finds a secret letter brought by a bird. Upon reading it, there’s work to be done.
"East Sea Fubo Island, has squandered millennium fortune.
This time it’s the turn of South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest; I should help master share the burden... Maybe an early gathering of fortune will assist her, making it sooner to break free from heaven and earth."
Thus, Fang Qingzhu packs her bag, secretly pulls off a few bamboo branches from Mr. Bamboo, and fetches a little golden-red carp from master’s room—this is her playmate...
Taking a small boat, she sways off toward the Central Plains.
Don’t ask why this little boat won’t sink.
Is a boat from South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest an ordinary one?
Crossing oceans, is just a dream of Nanke.
Very soon, Fang Qingzhu discovers.
"The people here are so nice, their speech so pleasant.
The food here is just so so so delicious, it almost makes one swallow their tongue.
Great Zhou, Great Li, the Four Celestial Kings, Seven Fiends Celestial Net, various princes, what is what?
It’s said Great Zhou already occupies half the territory, unification of Central Plains in sight, their forces being the largest, that’s you then."
"Hearing from sister that those from the Central Plains are used to pushing boundaries, don’t give them face, maintain your posture, so you’re not deceived."
Throughout her journey, Fang Qingzhu follows this principle, eating wherever she goes, heart blooming, while she can’t let anyone see she actually doesn’t care to whom the world belongs, if fortune can gather quickly, just wants to enjoy a few more meals.
"How can they make so many delicious dishes, what are their brains made of?"
Fang Qingzhu is still dreaming about sixteen dishes, feeling a shake in her body, suddenly waking up in surprise.
"Turned the boat over? Told you this boat’s unreliable, should’ve chosen a bigger one."
"Turn what boat? Miss, the sun’s almost on your bottom."
A round-faced little girl, with two pigtails, rolls her eyes, pouts unhappily.
"It’s Zhu San..."
"Zhu San, yes, what’s with Zhu San?" Fang Qingzhu drowsily not catching the response.
Thinking carefully, remembering that yesterday during the grand feast, she sent Zhu San out. For what reason now.
Seems like it was because someone named Chen Ping seized military power and went around killing. And, even led troops into town, intimidating martial arts folks, causing chaos.
"Chen Ping..."
Fang Qingzhu finally fully awake, sits up straight and assumes a cold and dignified demeanor.
"Was he caught? Bring my bamboo rod over, I need to properly ask him why he harasses the people.
This time, I’ll strike thirty times, will that be too harsh? Xiaoyu."
"Strike what, not caught..."
"Not caught? Impossible, Zhu San has started slackening?"
"No slacking, Zhu San is gone."
Little Xiaoyu rolls her eyes, her expression a bit sorrowful.
Though it was but a Wooden Puppet, one can’t disregard treating them as human; raising a cat, a dog, raised over time, sentiments flourish.
Same goes for raising a puppet, too, familiarity arises.
No doubt.
"Went back? His wooden head not sharp, how did he find a ship?" Fang Qingzhu puzzled, increasingly admiring Mr. Bamboo.
The few bamboo branches casually pulled from him unexpectedly possessed such spiritual nature, truly eye-opening.
"Died, heard defeated back to its original form."
Little Xiaoyu’s clumsy tongue, finally explaining the situation clearly...
"You’re saying, today’s storm ranking announcement, Hidden Dragon List that Chen Ping not only unharmed but listed twice?"
Fang Qingzhu astounded: "Let me grasp this, his evaluation is [lifting mountains, gulping thousands of miles]...
He’s also Tian Qi, once ranked three hundred and five on Hidden Dragon List, called [heroic gallantry, rescuing the distressed].
This person is quite powerful, I only ranked second on Hidden Dragon List, twenty-third on Earth List.
Yet he leaps to eighteenth on Hidden Dragon List, thirty-first on Earth List, rising too rapidly."
"Did you understand at all?" Xiaoyu nearly frantic: "His combat achievements... You hear his combat achievements... Killed Great Desert Mad Saber Shusun Xiao, cut Blood Eye Assassin Illusory Heart Sword, single-handedly broke a thousand troops, killed Zhang Lianshan, subdued Ten Directions, Wind and Thunder Martial Arts Hall, slew Purple Bamboo Forest Guardian."
"Understood, isn’t it just defeating and killing many people? This person indeed loves fights, catching him surely right." Fang Qingzhu blinking, not discerning why Xiaoyu frets.
