I run a Taoist temple in a bizarre world.

Chapter 100 Excellent physical constitution!

Upon seeing the person who had arrived.

The elderly man, who was leisurely sipping his tea, put down his teacup and addressed the three people who had arrived.

"You're here?"

"Before we take your bone structure measurements, would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea?"

"This tea tastes quite good. It was a gift from some martial arts performers who came before. They said it was some kind of first-harvest tea?"

"Sigh, how could an old man like me tell the difference between good and bad? I'll just treat it as drinking something that's too hot to drink."

"Don't just stand there, come over and try it, help me taste what it's like."

The old man stretched out his hand, gesturing for the group to sit down in the seats opposite him.

Chen Fang leaned close to Zhao De's ear and whispered something.

"Is tea tasting also part of the test?"

Zhao De shook his head; he couldn't figure out what the old man was up to either.

"I don't know. Last time I came, it wasn't this old man who tested my physique."

"Huh? Are we even allowed to come? We came here to have our physique tested and then join the Biyue Martial Arts School. What the hell is this, drinking tea now?"

"Could it be that drinking his tea will make the assessment of one's physical constitution more accurate?"

Unsure of the situation, the two did not rush to the old man.

Seeing that Chen Fang and Zhao De were hesitant, the old man did not urge them, but simply drank his tea.

Steaming hot, with wisps of water vapor rising from the surface.

"Brother De, why don't we go over there first? We don't care if they drink tea or not, we can't just sit here and wait, can we?"

After thinking about it for a moment, Zhao De felt that Chen Fang's words made sense, judging from the old man sitting alone at the table, looking quite relaxed and content.

If they continue to wait idly, there is a very high chance that nothing will change.

The two approached the old man, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Chi Le did not immediately follow Chen Fang and Zhao De, but stood still without moving.

He had a rough idea of ​​what the old man had said.

He just can't be completely sure yet.

After thinking for a while, Chi Le finally came to sit down next to Chen Fang and the other person.

We'll have to see what this old man does next to see what happens.

The old man saw that Chi Le and the other two had all sat down.

His smile widened, the curve of his lips pulling at the wrinkles on his face, which piled up under his eyes, making him look like an old chrysanthemum that was about to wither.

"That's right, everyone's trying it out, helping this old man taste it too."

As he spoke, his hands moved swiftly, placing three teacups in front of the three of them and pouring in steaming hot tea.

"Come on, everyone drink, everyone drink."

The old man warmly invited Chi Le and the other two to drink the tea in their cups.

Looking at the old man's smiling face, Chen Fang and Zhao De felt a little uneasy and dared not pick up their teacups.

The old man didn't urge him, but simply continued.

"You can't tell how precious this tea is just by looking at it. Only after you taste it can you tell whether it's a 1.3-pound first-harvest tea or a 1.8-pound inferior tea or broken tea that's been sifted out."

Chen Fang and Zhao De exchanged a glance, both reading the confusion in each other's eyes.

What kind of nonsensical nonsense is this old man spouting?

Is he getting senile?

I'm here to have my physique assessed and join the martial arts school. Who cares if this tea is good or not!

Chen Fang could no longer hold back and grabbed the small teacup on the table, which was three-quarters full.

He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he said.

"Excellent tea!"

The old man clearly didn't expect Chen Fang to suddenly stand up and drink tea.

His sudden action startled him so much that his beard trembled.

After a moment, he calmed down and stroked his beard as he asked.

"So...how did it taste?"

"Um----"

Chen Fang stroked his chin, smacking his lips repeatedly, savoring the taste of the tea that had just been poured into his mouth.

After a while, meeting the old man's expectant gaze, Chen Fang asked.

"How about another one for me? I can't really taste anything."

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The old man was also getting impatient, pressing his hand on the teacup.

"Just answer me, how much is this tea worth? Is it thirty taels a pound for the first flush, eighteen taels a pound for the second flush, or the worst kind, one pound and eight taels of broken tea leaves?"

"Hmm... one pound and thirty ounces of first-harvest tea?"

Chen Fang continued smacking his lips, replying with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Upon hearing this, the old man's expression brightened again, a smile returned, and his eyes were filled with expectation as he reached out his hand.

They awaited Chen Fang's next move.

Chen Fang stared blankly at the old man's outstretched hand.

The two of them just stared at each other like old men.

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After a moment of silence, Chen Fang suddenly realized what was happening.

Is it time to start testing physique?

Definitely!

So he placed his right forearm on the old man's hand.

From this point on, the roles of offense and defense shifted.

Chen Fang looked at the old man with anticipation.

The old man looked at Chen Fang with a bewildered expression.

After a while, Chen Fang grew a little impatient and said...

"How is it, senior? What's my aptitude? Am I qualified to learn martial arts at the Biyue Martial Arts School?"

Seeing the expectant look in Chen Fang's eyes, the old man sighed.

Upon learning that the deal was off, the old man got up and came to Chen Fang's side.

A pair of hands pinched, kneaded, and rubbed Chen Fang's body.

The old man finally released his grip when Chen Fang was in so much pain that his muscles ached all over, as if they were falling apart, and he was grimacing in pain.

"Those with average physical attributes can enter the Biyue Martial Arts School by paying extra fees."

Upon learning the result, Chen Fang's face lit up with ecstatic joy.

He can join the Azure Water Martial Arts School and learn the martial arts that can fight against the monsters in the mysterious fog!

Biyue Martial Arts School has opened its doors to me!

In that instant, he seemed to see his entire future self's process.

Join a martial arts school, master martial arts, hunt demons in the mysterious fog, earn money, improve your life, buy a house in town, bring your parents over, marry your beautiful wife, and reach the pinnacle of life!

They learn martial arts at the martial arts school, hunt demons in the eerie fog, sell the items dropped by the demons, and earn money to change their current situation.

This is the original intention of so many people who choose to join Biyue Martial Arts School!

Now, Chen Fang has obtained the ticket to fulfill his original aspiration and change his life!

Only Zhao De, who was standing next to him, could probably understand how he felt at that moment!

He looked at Zhao De, who was beaming with excitement, his eyes filled with undisguised thrill.

Zhao De gave him a congratulatory look, then stepped forward and spoke before the old man could.

"The tea is good; the liquor is clear and the aftertaste is sweet. It's at least a good tea worth thirty taels of silver per catty."

Upon hearing Zhao De's reply, the old man's eyes, which had been quiet for a moment, lit up again, and he looked expectantly at Zhao De's hand.

Feeling uncomfortable being stared at, Zhao De stretched out his hand and placed it in front of the old man.

Zhao De found it somewhat strange.

To assess one's physical constitution, one should touch the entire body. Why did this old man keep looking at his own hands?

Can you really tell someone's martial arts aptitude just by looking at their hands?

Thinking of this, Zhao De became somewhat nervous.

Last time, he was advised to return home by the martial artist who tested his physique because of his extremely poor physical constitution, and he was unable to join the Biyue Martial Arts School.

The old man, seeing that he had only received an empty arm, pouted in dissatisfaction and sighed noticeably.

Only then did he reach out and press his hands on Zhao De's body.

"Um----"

With just a slight touch, he understood the man's true nature.

Terrible, extremely bad.

They're nowhere near as good as that hot-headed young man from before.

It's fine to learn those fancy martial arts moves at Biyue Martial Arts School, but if you actually go to learn martial arts that can kill demons, you're in for a tough time.

"Your physical constitution is extremely poor; go home."

boom!

Zhao De's mind went blank for a moment, as if a thunderbolt had struck him and erased all his thoughts.

He bent down blankly, wanting to bow and then turn to leave, but he couldn't muster the strength.

Chen Fang noticed Zhao De's unusual behavior and reached out to help him up, but Zhao De pushed him away.

"Brother De————"

Chen Fang frowned, his face full of worry.

"I—I'm fine. Congratulations, Xiao Fang. No, I should call you Chen Wusheng now. Once you break through the shackles and become a first-level martial artist, I'll have to call you Martial Artist Chen."

"Our Changxi Village has gained another martial artist, that's something to be happy about! Now that you've become a martial artist, don't forget to treat me to a meal! Back in the day, Brother Li treated us to plenty of food—"

Zhao De forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and tried to turn and leave, but he lost his balance and fell to the ground, remaining silent for a long time.

Chen Fang quickly went over to him.

But when I went up to them, I didn't know what to do; I just watched.

The two men remained silent.

Seeing this, the old man didn't urge them to leave, but let them be.

He'd seen this kind of thing many times before; things would get better once this trend passed.

But if there are any other unusual movements...

Despite his advanced age, his strength as a first-level martial artist did not come out of thin air.

They were left to stay there.

The old man looked at the last person in the room and said.

"It's your turn. Come up here, let me feel your bones."

The old man had completely given up hope and just wanted to finish quickly. He then called for someone to take the three people away.

Don't delay the people who are coming to have their physiognomy checked next.

"Tea is fine, I'd like to buy some to take home and enjoy."

Chi Le's words stunned the old man.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the handsome young man.

"You—you want the first flush, or...?"

Even the old man didn't realize that his voice was now trembling.

"The first batch, one pound. Also, my friend wants some tea, I'll buy him eight ounces."

"Um----"

The old man glanced at Chi Le, who had a calm expression, and then looked at Zhao De, who was still not fully recovered from his shock.

"That works, but only now."

"nature."

After saying that, Chi Le handed over a small cloth bag.

After looking around to make sure there was no harm, the old man quickly put the small cloth bag into his pocket with an almost imperceptible, eerie speed.

"Shall I examine your bones first?"

Chi Letou leaned towards Zhao De, indicating that he should feel Zhao De's bones again first.

"Hey you over there, I've been thinking about it, something felt off just now. Come here and try again."

Zhao De raised his head, his eyes flickering as he approached the old man.

He pretended to explore and experimented for a while.

"That's what the old man said."

"Hmm—Your natural talent is average; you'll need to pay extra to enroll in the martial arts school."

Upon hearing the old man's words, Zhao De's previously silent eyes suddenly lit up!

He actually had some understanding of his own martial arts background.

After all, I had come here once before and received the same assessment of poor physical constitution, and had to go home.

He simply couldn't accept that he had reached the last age for the martial arts school to recruit students.

He wanted to try anyway.

That's how this whole thing happened.

Surprisingly, it actually worked!

Chen Fang came closer and said to Zhao De with a look of surprise on his face.

"Brother De, congratulations! Changxi Village is about to have two more martial artists!"

"Hahaha----"

Zhao De scratched his head, and a smile returned to his face.

Chi Le, who was standing nearby, did not join in the celebration.

He raised his hand and extended it to the old man in front of him.

With the intention of simply going through the motions, the old man reached out his palm, intending to support Chi Le's hand.

In any case, having paid the money, this sensible young man named Yu Xun will at least be listed as having "qualified aptitude" in the register.

If his physical attributes are satisfactory, he should at least be given an "excellent" rating!

Thinking this, the old man took Chi Le's hand.

The old man, who had examined people's bones countless times, immediately noticed something was wrong upon contact.

He couldn't figure out this person's true nature!

Having worked in the industry for several years, this was the first time he had ever witnessed such a situation!

Who is this person?!

The old man in charge of measuring people's bone structure looked astonished.

He stretched out his other hand, wanting to truly feel the young man in front of him.

But Chi Le pulled her hand back.

"Am I talented enough to join the Biyue Martial Arts School?"

The old man's fingers twitched a few times, and he replied blankly.

"No problem—no problem, your physical constitution—"

The old man withdrew his hand, rubbed his fingers, and then said.

"Excellent physical constitution!"

"Bishui Martial Arts Academy will not charge for this month's martial arts training!"

Upon hearing this, the most excited person was not Shuai Le, but Chen Fang.

"Oh my god, Brother Xun!"

"You're a genius!"

"Not only did you choose to be cleaved by a knife in the second test, but you also passed after only one cut. Even in this test of physical constitution, you possess excellent physique!"

Chen Fang's eyes were full of admiration; as for jealousy or anything like that, he didn't even have a shred of it.

No matter how exaggerated the people at Qingshan Temple were, Chen Fang thought it was all normal.

"Now that you have all passed the three tests of the Biyue Martial Arts Academy, I would like to welcome you to join the Biyue Martial Arts Academy."

The old man stood up and offered his congratulations.

"Fellow disciples, walk through the door in front of you, turn right to the Martial Arts Hall, and wait for Master Hao to perform the initiation ceremony."

"Hey, let's go, Brother Yongxun, Brother De!"

Chen Fang smiled and pulled the two of them, following the old man's directions, toward the Traditional Martial Arts Hall.

After watching the three people leave, the old man clutched the small cloth bag in his arms, lost in thought.

However, he quickly stopped thinking about it.

"Who cares, as long as the money is in my hands, that's all that matters."

"Anyway, this person isn't practicing martial arts under his own name."

"I'm not some harsh, lecturing teacher who expects everything to be said."

"The martial arts school is where people learn martial arts; I'm just testing their aptitude."

Ultimately, testing one's physical aptitude is merely a preliminary screening of someone's martial arts talent before they begin training.

The higher one's physical constitution, the faster one can master the martial arts taught by Biyue Martial Arts School. If one's physical constitution is low, it simply means that one learns more slowly, is more difficult to improve, and cannot unleash greater power.

Besides, even if you can't learn the most profound and divine martial arts, can't you at least learn a few pretty fancy moves?

The old man tossed around a bulging cloth bag filled with silver coins.

"Exactly thirty-eight taels, not a bit more, not a bit less."

The old man smiled.

After selling "tea" for so many years, is the amount in the small cloth bag enough?

He can tell just by lifting it up!

The ceremony was not as complicated as I had imagined.

After paying the money for next month's martial arts training, meeting the martial arts instructor Xu Qing, and listening to a few polite words, the group was able to leave.

Starting tomorrow, you will be able to learn martial arts at the Yi Bi Shui Martial Arts Academy.

Of course, Biyue Martial Arts School will provide accommodation, and the cost will be included in the tuition fees paid by the students.

"I never expected that we would all be able to join the Biyue Martial Arts School so smoothly, Brother De."

Chen Fang walked at the very front, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

"I can't wait to go back to the village and brag to my parents about their son."

"Haha, no problem, Zhao Zhu, Brother Zhu should have sold most of his goods by then. Let's go back together and give them a surprise."

In contrast, Zhao De was more composed than Chen Fang.

Although his face didn't show the same obvious joy as Chen Fang's, his raised eyebrows revealed his happiness.

On the way to where Zhao Zhu and the others were selling medicinal herbs, Zhao De kept stealing glances at Chi Le, who was at the back of the group.

As he calmed down, he realized that his ability to pass the bone structure test had nothing to do with the shaving of his head.

He saw Shuai Le hand something to the old man, and it was this action that gave him the opportunity to be tested a second time.

He suspected that in the second test, his physical constitution had improved from poor to average.

It's definitely a joke.

But Shuai Le never said anything, nor did he choose to ask; he simply kept it in his heart.

If there is anything Zhao De can do to help him in the future, he will never refuse!

Zhao Deyi made a silent vow in his heart.

Le, of course, had no idea what Zhao De was thinking.

He merely glanced at the sky.

[It's still early. We won't go back to the training camp so soon. We can explore Heliu Town; who knows, we might find some new gods we can recruit.]

The three of them, each with their own thoughts, walked towards Zhao Zhuhai.

"Brother De, Xiao Fang!"

Someone called their names; they were companions from Changxi Village.

Chen Fang and Zhao Degang wanted to share the good news that they had joined Bishui Martial Arts School.

But then the person delivered the bad news first.

"Oh no! Brother Zhu is surrounded!"