Hearing Zhang Xiaohua say, "A legendary hornet," Lu Lihong knew he had misunderstood. Smiling, he said, "The feng is the feng from gale-force wind."
"Huh? A yellow wind?" Zhang Xiaohua was instantly intrigued. "What is that? Senior Brother Lu, hurry and tell me."
"Hahaha, I thought Junior Brother Ren had no interest in such things. So you still have a child's nature."
Zhang Xiaohua's head was full of black lines. Never mind that he was already eighteen—oh, he had forgotten, he was pretending to be a fourteen-year-old youth. Even if he were thirty, shouldn't he still be curious upon hearing of the legendary Yellow Wind?
Besides, back at Huanxi Mountain Villa, hadn't dear Brother Ma Jing taught Zhang Xiaohua something useful? Whenever someone was talking, one had to ask a timely follow-up question to stir up their interest. Zhang Xiaohua was merely obeying his teachings.
Just as he was feeling depressed, several disciples came over to report that they had finished tallying the bets for the wager match. Venerable Lei took the results, glanced them over, and smiled. "Martial Nephew Ren, quite a few disciples really bet on you to win. You have let their pills down."
Zhang Xiaohua smiled. "Last time's upset was nothing more than luck. This time, there is such a vast gap between Senior Brother Lu's martial arts and mine—how could there possibly be another upset? Rather than betting on me, they might as well give those pills to me. At least I would thank them."
Laughing heartily, Venerable Lei handed the record back to the disciple. "Post this record in the courtyard, and make sure everyone's points are properly recorded. Distribute the wagered pills tomorrow. There will not be much for each disciple anyway, so there is no need to rush."
The several disciples had