"Can you blame me for this?" Qiao Mu was stunned for a long time before he realized that Wuchang didn't look very smart.
Although the transformation was successful, he couldn't speak clearly and could only say "Qiao"
Qiao Mu suddenly remembered that when he was in the lonely city in the desert, the storyteller Qianliyan once came to remind him that the demon cat Wuchang had absorbed too much death energy and if its capital was too strong, it would create many obstacles in its transformation into a human.
Qiao Mu originally thought that the obstacle that Clairvoyance mentioned was an incomplete transformation, such as extra cat ears, a cat tail, etc., but now it seems...
"The problem is that all the essence is piled up in the belly. Is the belly too big?"
Qiao Mu was speechless.
He pressed the girl's head with one hand to stop her from rushing over. Suddenly, he felt a little reluctant to get too close to the human-shaped Wuchang... After all, this scene was too cruel.
If seen by outsiders, wouldn't they think that he, a 600-year-old elder of the Qiao family, had made a 15-year-old mute idiot pregnant
In Kyushu, men reach the age of twenty when they come of age, and women reach the age of fifteen when they come of age, and are considered adults and can get married.
So this cat demon Wuchang looks to be around fifteen years old now, which is considered marriageable age in Jiuzhou.
But in Qiaomu's eyes, it was too cruel.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Qiao Mu was startled.
"Mr. Qiao is already drunk so early?" The speaker was Li Changshi. He knocked on the door and asked:
"Does Mr. Qiao need sour plum soup to sober him up?"
It was numb. Although he didn't do anything, when Li Changshi approached and knocked on the door, Qiao Mu really felt like a guilty thief.
"No, I'm tired, don't bother me."
Qiao Mu had just turned his head and finished talking to Li Changshi when the girl Wu Chang suddenly flashed and nimbly jumped on Qiao Mu's back, with her limbs hanging on her. Her round belly was like a big balloon and almost made Qiao Mu stumble.
"This fat cat... change back quickly!"
Qiao Mu pulled the girl Wuchang who was clinging to his back off, and in anger, he pressed his hand on her belly and pushed down hard.
I don’t know if it was Wuchang’s secret cooperation, but when Qiumu pressed hard with his hand, the big belly really deflated like a balloon and became flat.
However, as the belly collapsed, two small hills actually rose in the chest area, bulging and quite considerable in size.
"Where are you playing whack-a-mole?"
"Forget it, this look is still a slim figure, it's not bad at all."
Compared to the appearance and figure, Qiumu was more concerned about the fact that after this fat cat turned into a human, it didn't seem to be very smart. Its eyes were wide open, and it looked full of wisdom at first glance.
Qiao Mu sighed slightly.
Life is hard.
This trip to Southwest Province not only has to carry on Hai Wuya's legacy and teach the old soldiers martial arts, but also has to teach this stupid cat to speak
... .
at the same time.
Jiang Chen closed his eyes, with a black cloth covering his eyes, and was led forward by the storyteller Shun Feng Er.
I don't know how long I walked, but I felt the touch under my feet was different, from mud to wooden boards, and my feet made a clear squeaking sound when I stepped on the boards.
"Okay. You are already inside Tingchao Tower."
The storyteller Shunfenger took off the black cloth on Jiang Chen's face and looked at him with a smile.
Jiang Chen opened his eyes and was slightly disappointed.
In front of me is a wooden pavilion. The furnishings and layout inside are not much different from those of an ordinary teahouse or restaurant.
Shunfenger acted so mysterious and even used the classic blindfold trick, but when he took a look at Tingchao Tower, it was indeed quite different from what he had imagined.
I thought that Tingchao Tower, as the most mysterious force in the martial arts world, would have something extraordinary, but...that's it
Shunfenger seemed to see what he was thinking, and did not explain, but led Jiang Chen towards the stairs.
"Come with me, the host is waiting for you upstairs."
"Go directly to see the host?" Jiang Chen originally thought that it was nothing special, but after hearing this, he felt a little nervous again.
The owner of Tingchao Tower must be a mysterious figure in the martial arts world who is hard to find.
At that time, the Martial Saint wiped out Shaolin and Wudang, leaving only the mysterious and transcendent Tingchao Tower... People in the martial arts world often speculate that perhaps this Tingchao Tower is actually very extraordinary, and there is a master in the tower that the Martial Saint is afraid of
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Chapter 280 The Master of Tingchao Tower (8k
Jiang Chen raised his eyes and looked upwards, only to see the steps of the pavilion winding upwards like a coiled snake. Jiang Chen looked up from the first floor, but he couldn't see the end of the stairs at a glance
"Is this Tingchao Tower built so high?" Jiang Chen was surprised.
He was already in the building when he took off the black cloth, and he didn't know how high the building was. Just now, when he looked up the stairs, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
"If the building is not built higher, how can we hear the tide?" Shunfenger smiled, his eyes seemed to be full of deep meaning.
There seems to be something else behind these words
Where there are tall buildings, there are naturally tall people.
Jiuzhou is now in chaos, but regardless of the alien war forty years ago or the frost, snow, wind and rain in the past forty years, Tingchao Tower still stands.
If the building is not high, how can you hear the tide
If Tingchao Tower was really an ordinary martial arts force, it would not be able to be so detached from the world.
Shunfenger continued:
"Don't ask now. When you meet the host, Nian Chaosheng, you can ask as many questions as you want after you pass the host's test."
"Does the host have to personally check it? Is it so important?" Jiang Chen was stunned.
Jiang Chen's strength is average. He has been practicing martial arts for one or two years since joining Tingchao Tower. With the guidance of the storyteller Shunfenger, he has only reached the seventh level.
The only things he could show off were his martial arts skills and his storytelling ability.
I learned my talking skills from Shunfenger.
When Jiang Chen heard that the host had to personally check it, he became nervous knowing that his martial arts skills were average.
"Don't be nervous. Every official member of Tingchao Tower must be checked by the tower owner." Shunfenger said with a smile:
"It's called a checkpoint, but it's actually no big deal."
"We in Tingchao Tower have never been involved in worldly affairs. We only listen to the tides but never play with them. Therefore, the level of martial arts skills is actually not important."
"Just practice some Qinggong and self-defense skills to save your life."
"The host is easy to talk to, and I like him. He is smart and interesting, so he can join Tingchao Tower."
After saying that, Shun Feng Er said no more and just pulled Jiang Chen up the stairs step by step.
Is it interesting... He sounds like a casual person.
Jiang Chen, however, was weighed down with worries, and followed Shun Feng Er forward.
The doors of the other floors he passed by were all closed and not open to Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen didn't know how long he walked, but he estimated it took him a full quarter of an hour to reach the top floor.
This tall building is surrounded by walls on three sides and a wooden railing on the other side. The railing is exquisitely carved with patterns of various animals, such as snakes, insects, tigers, leopards, etc.
Apart from this, there were no other decorations, not even tables and chairs.
Although there were no tables or chairs, there were dozens or even hundreds of people gathered here, all sitting on the floor, forming circles and chatting.
There seemed to be a banquet going on here. Many people had wine jars and wine cups in front of them. Some of them had already started drinking, with their cheeks slightly red.
Among the guests at the banquet, there were several storytellers that Jiang Chen was familiar with, and he simply nodded and greeted them.
At first glance, many of the guests here are people with outstanding looks and extraordinary temperament. You can tell at a glance that they are extraordinary.
The storyteller's eyes were wide open, his pupils were cold, and he was chatting and laughing with the guests around him:
“If you want to see farther, you must climb higher.”
“Only when you stand high enough can you see farther. Today, I climbed to a higher place with my colleagues just to see farther.”
A gray-haired scholar with a goatee nodded: "History is a long river. Only by jumping out of the present era and learning from history can we become a fish that jumps out of the river and see the direction of the future."
A Confucian scholar with a tall hat and a wide belt held a wine jar in one hand and a writing brush in the other, and wrote rapidly on the rice paper pasted on the wall. Sometimes he dipped the brush in ink, sometimes in wine. His handwriting was vigorous and powerful, with a bit of the demeanor of a crazy scholar.
There was also a burly giant nearly two meters tall, with a shiny bald head and scars on his face, standing in a corner of the crowd like a sculpture. Even his breathing could not be heard, and he would only glance around from time to time with cold eyes, which were as cold as lightning, with a murderous intention and an imposing aura.
None of them look ordinary.
But the most unusual thing was the person who was leaning on the railing alone, outside the crowd.
He was a fair-faced scholar who looked to be in his twenties, with skin as white as jade and a handsome appearance, and he also had a rather bookish air.
He leaned against the railing, looking at the vast sea of clouds floating outside the railing, as if his mind was immersed in it. At this moment, the floating clouds were as beautiful as a painting, and his profile was also as beautiful as a painting.
"Master, I have brought the newcomer here." Shunfeng bowed to the pale-faced scholar and said.
"Newcomer? Come here." The pale-faced scholar waved at Jiang Chen with a smile.
He is the owner of the post? His name is Nian Chaosheng
When Jiang Chen had this thought in his mind, he suddenly felt that the seemingly young and fair-faced scholar in front of him seemed to have become much taller.
This may be a psychological factor.
No matter how you look at it, Tingchao Tower does not look like an ordinary martial arts force, exuding a sense of mystery and transcendence.
The more Jiang Chen thought about it, the more he felt that the host of the post, Nian Chaosheng, had an extraordinary temperament, almost otherworldly.
The scholar didn't seem to be arrogant. He directly asked Jiang Chen to lean on the railing with him, then pointed at the sea of clouds outside the railing and asked:
"Come on, tell me, what did you see?"
Jiang Chen leaned against the railing and looked intently.
All I saw in my field of vision was a vast expanse of floating clouds.
As the host of the post pointed his finger, the vast sea of clouds seemed to be pushed aside by an invisible hand, and the mist cleared away.
Beneath the original clouds and mist, there are rolling mountains, cities dotted across the land, and lakes of all sizes.
"Is this Tingchao Tower so tall? It's taller than a mountain, right?" Jiang Chen was surprised.
Logically speaking, such a tall building should be famous all over the world, but he has never heard of it... This is indeed unusual.
"Tell me, what did you see?" the poster Nian Chaosheng urged.
"This..." Jiang Chen felt a little nervous.
Recalling Shunfenger’s reminder before going upstairs, that the host of this post likes interesting people... But how should he answer to appear interesting
Jiang Chen was not a rare talent, he was just a storyteller with poor martial arts skills.
At this critical moment, his mind went blank and he couldn't think of anything. In the end, he could only answer dryly:
"I saw more than a dozen cities, big and small, but they were too far away. I couldn't tell which city they were."
His tone was a little cautious, and he couldn't help but glance at the pale-faced scholar's expression out of the corner of his eye.
As expected.
After he uttered these words, the chatter of other storytellers in the building gradually died down, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet. The guests all looked over and looked at him with a half-smile.
This answer is indeed too ordinary.