By now, Zhang Xiaohua knew that pork belly was not the most delicious thing in the world, nor was eating pork belly the dream he yearned for day and night. Martial arts, on the other hand, had become his new pork belly.
But how was he supposed to get a bite of this "pork belly"? That still required some thought. Watching the four men's retreating backs, Zhang Xiaohua could not help muttering to himself.
The little courtyard remained quiet. Those blue-clad, cap-wearing fellows, lazy as pigs, were probably still deep in dreamland. And they wanted to compete with Misty Sect disciples? Did they even have the strength for it? Though he had only arrived yesterday, even Zhang Xiaohua himself felt there was no hope. Perhaps they knew they were no good, so they could only indulge themselves with their mouths.
Still, looking at the little room where he had slept last night, Zhang Xiaohua had quite a headache. How could Liu Er have such a roommate? Couldn't he have found one of slightly higher grade?
Pinching his nose, Zhang Xiaohua opened the window. Though summer had already begun, there was still a cool breeze in the early morning, and the foul stench filling the room drifted away with the wind.
Only then did Zhang Xiaohua stroll inside at his leisure.
After finding a copper basin, fetching water, and washing his face, Zhang Xiaohua sat on the kang and drank some water.
Only then did Ma Jing on the opposite side turn over, stretch deeply, and sit up. He recited, "Who first awoke from the great dream? I alone have known it all my life."
Clang! This time, Zhang Xiaohua had not fallen over; rather, his cup had dropped onto the kang. As he hurriedly gathered up the bedding, he asked