eurekapd Chapter 42 Do you want a box lunch?
Chapter 42 Do you want a box lunch?
Song Ling suddenly thought of something and said excitedly.
"After the competition, I plan to go home. Why don't you come with me then?"
"You want to go back to Cangyun Country? Something happened to your family?"
"No, it's just that I haven't been back for such a long time, and my father and mother miss me. It just so happens that it's the 600th anniversary of the founding of Cang Yun, and all the royal children need to go back to participate in the ceremony."
Chu Xinglan didn’t really understand these things, but if he had the chance to go out and take a look, he would still be very interested.
"If I'm alright then, I'll go with you."
"But I heard from Xu Zhuo that there will be an exchange in the cultivation world this year, but I don't know when it will be. If the exchange starts, I won't be able to go."
"Aren't you going to participate? It seems that alchemists also have competitions?"
Song Ling waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "I heard from my master that this matter will take at least a month, which is enough time for us to go back and come back."
The two chatted idly, and soon, Xu Zhuo and a group of elders arrived.
As Chen Xiu was confirmed to be the next leader, he naturally took on the responsibility. After briefly explaining the rules of the competition, he announced the start of the competition.
Chu Xinglan took out the tag that Chen Xiu gave him yesterday from the bell, with his name and number written on it.
The preliminary round on the first day is a one-on-one fight in the ring. The winner will enter the second round and the loser will be eliminated directly.
Chu Xinglan's number is 666. Apparently, this number was obtained through a backdoor, and it carries Chen Xiu's best wishes for him.
The sign at Song Ling says 188, which is not bad.
"With 10 people competing at the same time, I don't know how fast it will go. If I had known, I would have come later."
Chu Xinglan looked at the three people flying out from the stage in an instant and blinked, "It should be pretty fast."
Song Ling also saw it and said happily, "That's right. After all, it's been three years. The gap between us has widened."
The two of them watched the game on the stage while chatting idly, so the waiting time was not so boring.
Soon, number 188 was called.
Song Ling stood up and stretched. "It's my turn at last. This first round is really boring. Wait for me for a while. I'll be back soon."
Chu Xinglan had a blank expression on his face. "Don't be so arrogant. It will be a huge disgrace if you lose."
Song Ling didn't care and walked straight towards the ring. When he reached the bottom of the ring, he jumped lightly and went on stage.
"Song Ling of Danding Peak."
"Ling Jianfeng, Zhang Lan."
As soon as the referee shouted "start", Song Ling took out his own natal alchemy furnace.
Zhang Lan is a sword cultivator who has reached the initial stage of foundation building and is considered a leader among Ling Jianfeng.
When he saw Song Ling's green alchemy furnace at this moment, he subconsciously looked down on it.
"Junior Brother Song, you should just admit defeat. It would be bad if my sword damaged your alchemy furnace."
"We all know that alchemists are not good at fighting. It's not shameful to admit defeat. It's better than getting hurt."
Song Ling had already reached the late stage of foundation building half a year ago, and unlike ordinary alchemists, he had never neglected practical training.
Hearing the other party's arrogant words, he couldn't help rolling his eyes and smashed the alchemy furnace towards Zhang Lan.
Zhang Lan did have some skills. Although he kept talking trash, he still subconsciously raised his sword when Song Ling threw the alchemy furnace at him.
However, unlike what he had expected, the alchemy furnace would be chopped off by one sword. Before he even raised his sword, the green alchemy furnace had already hit his face.
The next second, a huge force made him fly backwards. Due to his quick reaction, he used his sword to press against the ring to slow down the momentum, and finally he stopped at the edge of the ring.
He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then he heard Song Ling's voice coming from above his head.
"Are you happy? Haha, it's a pity that you are happy too early."
Then Song Ling kicked him down.
"No. 188 wins!"
Song Ling ignored the disciple and went straight back to his seat.
Chu Xinglan looked at him with a smile, "Congratulations."
Song Ling snorted coldly, "Stupid."
Chu Xinglan couldn't help laughing out loud, and soon after that he couldn't stop laughing.
"Doesn't he know you? You stole the show during the test!"
"He probably thinks that alchemists can only make pills. They all say that Ling Jianfeng's swordsmanship is a fool. I didn't believe it at first, but after seeing it today, I think it's better not to see it."
The disciples around the two men also went on stage one after another. Unlike Song Ling, most of them lost.
Alchemy practitioners like Song Ling are indeed rare, so it is normal for him to lose, and those disciples did not look very depressed.
Chu Xinglan said with emotion: "It's not unreasonable for people to think that way. It's really not good for you to fight on the top of the mountain."
Soon, the morning was almost over.
Chu Xinglan felt a little hungry. Just as he was about to take out something to eat, he heard an obscene voice coming from the side.
"Little brother, do you want a box lunch?"
"Two meat dishes and two vegetables for only five low-grade spirit stones."
"Man is iron and rice is steel. If you eat what your opponent doesn't, the balance of victory will be in your favor."
Chu Xinglan was confused for a moment, and couldn't help but look to the side curiously.
I saw a wretched middle-aged man holding a food box and approaching a few disciples to sell it.
If Sang Yunqi were here, he would be able to recognize that this person was Zhen Youqian, who was originally in charge of Cangshan Town.
Because of Sang Yunqi's words, he lost his slacking career forever, and after returning he was punished to help in the cafeteria.
Not only was he exhausted every day, but he also had no income. In just a few days, he couldn't take it anymore.
Taking advantage of today's competition, I asked the canteen manager for a batch of lunch boxes, intending to earn some extra money.
Of course, 30% of the earned spirit stones must be distributed to the manager.
But in just a short while, he had sold dozens of copies thanks to his eloquent mouth.
Those disciples were obviously not short of money, and they took out money and bought one each.
Zhen Youqian smiled so hard that his teeth were showing. After collecting the spirit stones, he walked towards Chu Xinglan.
Before he could open his mouth, Chu Xinglan said, "No wonder people say that robbing money is the fastest way to make money. There is no business without fraud!"
Zhen Youqian immediately straightened his back and looked serious.
"Little brother, you can't say that."
"Our meals are definitely more exquisite and delicious than those in the dining hall. We also need to pack them and bring them to you. The labor cost alone is more than this amount of spirit stones."
"We are also thinking about everyone, so that everyone can have a hot meal on site and watch the game at the same time."
"Perhaps the time wasted on eating will allow you to collect less intelligence on an opponent."
"Compared to your future, what are a few low-grade spirit stones?"
Chu Xinglan and Song Ling were amazed by what they heard, so they just believed it, okay?
While the two of them were stunned, some of the disciples who heard it couldn't help but pay for a few more copies.
Zhen Youqian happily put away the spirit stone and then looked at Chu Xinglan again.
"How about it, little brother? I only have two left."
Chu Xinglan stopped Song Ling who wanted to speak and took out ten top-grade spirit stones.
"Then give them all to me, and send the other one to my master."
As he spoke, he raised his paw and pointed at Sang Yunqi, who was so bored that he was about to fall asleep on the podium.