At noon, Lin Wuyou and Dong Tianbao walked into Tongfu Inn. Bai Zhantang, who had just delivered a dish, quickly came up to them.
"Yo, Young Master Lin is here. This is?”
Looking at Dong Tianbao who was following behind Lin Wuyou, Bai Zhantang was a little curious.
"This is Chouchou's nephew. He came to seek refuge with me. Oh right, I have to thank Big Brother Bai for saving me last night!”
After asking about Dong Tianbao's identity, Lin Wuyou learned that the identity that the system had given him was Wen Chouchou's distant nephew. He was a monk who had joined Shaolin Temple but had betrayed the sect because he had secretly learned high-tier martial arts from Dharma Hall.?
Dong Tianbao still had memories of the original world, but his memories only stopped at the moment when he escaped Shaolin with Zhang Junbao.
Or rather, the system had rewarded him with Dong Tianbao, who had just escaped Shaolin with Zhang Junbao.
He even knew that his identity as Wen Chou Chou's nephew was fake, but he didn't find it strange at all.
It was the same for Wen Chouchou. His memories of the original world stopped at the moment when Feng Yunshuang and the other two had not grown up.
"So you're Shopkeeper Wen's nephew. With this physique, it's obvious that you've trained before.”
Bai Zhantang didn't respond to Lin Wuyou's request to save him. Instead, he sized up Dong Tianbao and reached out to pinch Dong Tianbao's shoulder.
In the end, Dong Tianbao slapped it away.
"What are you doing!"
"I'm sorry, little brother. I was rude, I was rude!”
Rubbing his hands, Bai Zhantang apologized awkwardly. Then, he brought Lin Wuyou and Dong Tianbao to an empty table and sat down.
"Bring four meat dishes, two pots of wine, and two plates of steamed buns.”
After sitting down, Lin Wuyou didn't mention what happened last night anymore. He ordered the dishes and wine.
When Bai Zhantang heard this, he hurriedly went to the kitchen to give instructions. However, before he left, he could not help but steal a glance at Lin Wuyou.
"Did he discover my identity?”
After Bai Zhantang left, Lin Wuyou looked at Dong Tianbao, who was looking around curiously.
He knew that this Dong Tianbao was not the dark Dong Tianbao. He had some ideas about Dong Tianbao's arrangements.
Soon, the food and wine were served. Under Lin Wuyou's instructions, Dong Tianbao only took a few bites before he threw away his chopsticks and started to eat the roast chicken on the table.
His memory of the original world stopped at the time he betrayed Shaolin. Naturally, he had not eaten meat for a long time. Now that he was eating it, it was simply shocking.
This attracted the attention of all the customers in the inn.
"Heavens, how long has this young man been hungry?”
"He's a monk, right? Doesn't he need to abstain from meat and fish?”
"He probably just renounced asceticism!"
"Sigh, being a monk is really tough!”
………………
"Oh my god, this is the reincarnation of a hungry ghost. Zhan Tang, who is this monk? Why is he sitting with Young Master Lin?”
Tong Xiangyu, who had just come down from upstairs, was also extremely shocked when she saw this scene.
Bai Zhantang walked over and said,"
"I heard from Young Master Lin that he's Manager Wen's distant nephew. He just returned to asceticism and came to seek refuge with Young Master Lin.”
"This way of eating is simply an insult to the refined. It's even uglier than a big mouth eating.”
Scholar Lu, who was at the counter, also came over and complained.
Just as everyone was watching, the curtain that led to the lobby from the backyard of the inn was lifted. Guo Furong tied her belt and yawned as she walked into the lobby.
After being threatened by her father last night to stay here to work to pay off her debts, Guo Furong did not sleep well the entire night. The brick bed was extremely hard, and there was a little girl beside her who was talking in her sleep and wanted to eat candied haws. It almost drove her crazy.
She only fell asleep at dawn and only woke up at noon.
"You're finally awake. I thought you were dead asleep."
Seeing that lazy figure, Tong Xiangyu did not care about Dong Tianbao's eating habits anymore. She walked towards Guo Furong while mocking him.
"What's the rush? If you want me to work, you should at least let me rest well. Oh right, is there any food? It's you, you little thief. How dare you appear in front of me!”
Guo Furong didn't mind the sarcasm. She rubbed her eyes and replied while scanning the inn.
In the end, he saw Lin Wuyou, who was dressed in a scholar's robe, not far away.
As for Dong Tianbao, Guo Furong only took a glance at him and stopped paying attention to him.
"Hurry up and return my purse!”
Guo Furong walked over and grabbed Lin Wuyou's collar.
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However, before his hand could touch Lin Wuyou, a greasy palm reached out from the side and blocked it.
"Wu…Gu Liang, if you have something to say…Wu…Howl, don't touch me.”
Dong Tianbao forced himself to swallow the meat in his mouth. He wiped his hands on his body and warned Guo Furong.
"Ugh, you…I'm going to kill you!”
Guo Furong looked at the oily meat stain on her hand and retched. She didn't care what Dong Tianbao said. She was furious and slapped him.
"Hey, don't hit me, or I'll fight back!”
Dong Tianbao turned his body sideways to avoid the palm strike. Seeing that Lin Wuyou had no intention of interfering and had even retreated, Dong Tianbao acted according to his own temperament.
"Fight back? Hehe, come at me if you have the ability!"
"Mountain-toppling and sea-draining!"
Guo Furong, who was so angry that she laughed instead, directly hit him hard.
He circulated his internal strength and pushed his palms outwards before striking out.
The palm force brought with it the sound of air being torn apart, and it looked very frightening.
Dong Tianbao didn't dare to be careless.
"Prajna Palm!"
He circulated his internal strength and shook his arms and shoulders. He exerted strength at his waist and formed his palms, similarly bringing with it a wave of piercing air sound as he met the incoming attack.
bang
clatter
With a muffled sound, the table under the two of them cracked.
Guo Furong took two steps back, her palms numb.
Dong Tianbao took four steps back. His arms were trembling, but he quickly recovered.
From the looks of it, Dong Tianbao was at a disadvantage.
Lin Wuyou nodded to himself.
Guo Furong and Dong Tianbao's realms were similar, but the power of the high-tier martial art, Prajna Palm, could not compare to the ultimate technique, Tidal Palm.
If Dong Tianbao hadn't mastered the Iron Shirt, he would have suffered a great blow.
"Oh my, table, Guo Furong! Look at what you've done! I'll deduct all of your money for this month."
As if she had just reacted, Tong Xiangyu's furious roar instantly sounded. This also made Guo Furong, who had originally wanted to attack, extinguish her intention to attack.
"Give me back my purse!"
Guo Furong looked at Lin Wuyou again, trying to get the money bag back.
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