Chapter 492 - 150 Fiery Flow at the Mountain Base (1/2)

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Chapter 492 of "Why do I have so many masters?" opens with: After the Lunar New Year's Eve dinner, according to Great Qin's tradition, it was time... Find out what happens!

After the Lunar New Year's Eve dinner, according to Great Qin's tradition, it was time to visit relatives in various places, and that's when the hustle and bustle really began. Wang Anfeng's father had passed away early, and his mother had died even earlier than his father; he had never met elders from either side of the family, so for the Wang family, Lunar New Year's Eve was the main event of the year. After the dinner, they would actually have plenty of free time. If it had been during his teenage years, he would have spent the following days with Li Qidao, listening to the old man recount various stories from all over. However, last night, Li Qidao's temper was stirred up by a few words from Wang Hongyi, provoking him to get the latter drunk as a dead pig with a jar of wine. Li himself didn't use martial arts to sober up, resulting in damage to the enemy a thousand but self-harm eight hundred, also drunk blurry, struggling to walk, and it was Wang Anfeng who had to carry him back home. Otherwise, Wang Anfeng worried he would tear down half of Great Liang Village as he staggered along. On Wang Anfeng's back, the now slightly drunken elder was very well-behaved. He was already half-drunk, half-sober today, muttering under his breath, unclearly heard. Wang Anfeng tightened his grip on the old man, feeling the warmth and heartbeat from another body, which gave him a hard-to-describe reassurance, only vaguely remembering that when he was very, very small, it was Li Qidao who carried him on his back, walking through the village. With murmurs beside his ear, Wang Anfeng, curious, stopped walking, turned his ear to listen carefully, but could only faintly make out the words "Shen Wu"; the rest were just the old man's mumbles, utterly indistinct. Wang Anfeng chuckled and didn't mind too much, lifted the elder's body a bit higher on his back, and continued walking forward, all the while whimsically pondering this person named Shen Wu, who must be very important to Li Qidao; otherwise, he wouldn't keep murmuring even in his drunken dreams. Shen Wu? With the surname Shen, who could it be? Wang Anfeng was somewhat curious in his heart. So, he walked on, carrying the old man on the village paths. The night was deepening. The small village, lacking the bright lights and bustle of the County City or State City, had fewer people and was naturally not as lively, but along the path ahead, one could still see here and there, possibly not so brand-new, red lanterns. There was the occasional sound of chickens and dogs, yet it made the village seem even more peaceful. Though quiet, it wasn't lonely. The youth, with a gentle smile on his lips, continued walking slowly forward, with the figures of an older man and a younger one diminishing into a small dot, retreating into the night. This year's festival followed the last winter's weather, equally severely cold. The heavens weren't stingy; right on the first day of the new year, the gray sky began to snow. As the weather grew colder, the air seemed fresher. The third Master had Wang Anfeng take out the thin, red-colored horse to get some air. After all, it was a creature from the Jianghu of Great Qin, having spent too long in the world of Shaolin Temple; it had acquired a few unfavorable traits, which Wang Anfeng found acceptable. Only this thin horse, already very feisty by nature, seemed to have undergone something at Shaolin Temple, becoming even more imperious, downright lawless. Once outside, it barely glanced at Wang Anfeng, snorted loudly and wandered off on its own. Wang Anfeng watched the vast expanse of falling snow, exhaled a white breath, chuckled, and with a light tap of his toe, his figure drifted forward, effortlessly catching up with the thin horse. This horse was fiercely temperamental, roaming around in Great Liang Village, which he found somewhat worrying. Noticing Wang Anfeng following behind, the thin horse snorted again, exhaling two streams of white air as if in disdain, then accelerated, shooting across the snowy ground like a streak of flowing fire, quite conspicuous. If it wasn't for the heavy snow today, making the villagers outside scarce, just this action would have caused many exclamations, and at once, this flaming streak stopped directly at the open space where Great Liang Village met Liang Mountain, leaped into the air, turned around, and snorted at Wang Anfeng. Then it lifted its lips, revealing a pair of big incisors. The headshakeing motion, though of a beast, allowed Wang Anfeng to distinctly feel the thin, red-colored horse's intended message. Provocation. That was clearly a provocation. Wang Anfeng looked at the highly anthropomorphic thin horse, feeling somewhat of a headache, heaved a sigh while holding his forehead, only feeling that this creature was indeed well-trained by the third Master, even adopting such provocative tactics. Master spent all day, teaching it something after all. It was just a horse! With a sigh, his footsteps remained unchanged, but his speed suddenly increased, his clothes fluttered, and a wind carrying frost and snow wrapped around him, looking so good that Wang Anfeng even suspected that ancestors of the Divine Thieves Sect had experts specifically researching it. In the blink of an eye, he had already appeared next to the thin horse. The latter clearly hadn't expected Wang Anfeng's speed to reach such a level, got startled, and leaped backward, flames of energy surged over its body, moving swiftly, but before it even landed, it faced an elongated pale hand that grew larger in its vision. Buddha's Strength Mountain Moving Sutra, the Ten Powers of Tathagata. One of the thirty-four peculiar types of horses, the red horse with bone-knocking sounds like copper, was caught off guard and directly lifted by Wang Anfeng, looking emaciated but surprisingly heavy. Wang Anfeng cried out clearly, said, "Go," and lifted his hand to throw the thin horse several meters forward. By now, the sounds of villagers walking and talking could be heard, and Wang Anfeng didn't want to cause any trouble. His figure moved slightly, overstepping the red thin horse, he rushed towards Great Liang Mount. Indeed, a neighing of a horse followed. The red thin horse couldn't tolerate this provocation, it opened its legs, like a fireball that landed on the ground, hopping and following behind Wang Anfeng, both man and horse went straight up the mountain. ..................... "This bear... seems to be in a low mood today..." Qin Xiao looked at the black bear. It turned out, this black bear raised under the Taoist Sect's ancestral grounds had transformed drastically, a kind of peculiar species on some level, a slap from it was enough to smash a martial artist's head who practiced Horizontal External Skill, as easy as smashing a ripe watermelon. Its ferocious power was so great that younger disciples of the Taoist Sect dared not anger it. Every day, a young girl would take it for a walk and groom its fur. When in a good mood, it ate more, and as it ate more, it grew stronger, and no one dared irritate it, thus it got even happier. But at this time, the fierce beast shrank back, its bear face full of reluctance, and if it wasn't for being pulled by a rope held by Zhang Tingyun, it might have already been sitting on the ground, throwing a tantrum, refusing to go. How scared was it, after all? Qin Xiao chuckled to himself, then his gaze shifted up to the young girl holding the black bear. Supposedly holding the black bear, in reality, it was just a thin ordinary thread that even a domestic cat or dog could break off. But because the other end of the thin line was in Zhang Tingyun's hand, this black bear didn't dare to exert force, fearing it might accidentally hurt Zhang Tingyun, yet it still needed to express its unwillingness, so it wanted to fall down and sit stubbornly on the ground, not moving. Zhang Tingyun took two steps forward, and the bear had to hurry up and follow a few steps, then sit back down on the ground, repeating this cycle. Exhausted and gasping, it stuck out its crimson tongue, yet stubbornly continued its resistance of sitting down, getting up, walking forward, then sitting down again, making even the observing Qin Xiao feel that this bear's life was truly arduous. Yet as his gaze fell on the young girl's pale little hands, seeing the thin line tied around her little finger, Qin Xiao felt a pang of melancholy. After all, the black bear was led by Zhang Tingyun, and when nothing else, it could enjoy the girl grooming it, daily fed by Zhang Tingyun. By these accounts, wasn't he worse off than a bear? Qin Xiao sighed wistfully, suddenly feeling that life was rather dim. The old Taoist tilted his head back, gulped down a big swig of wine, turned around, and saw the lackluster appearance of the young man and bear, smacked his lips, turned back to look at the young girl, and smiled, asking, "How much farther?" "It should almost be there?" Searᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Zhang Tingyun looked at the imperial road stretching into the distance, her eyes bright and sparkling, and nodded heavily. "Hmm." PS: Today's first update is presented…

Chapter 492 - 150 Fiery Flow at the Mountain Base (1/2)

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