Ling Yi felt like he was being dragged Gouzi the neck, flying up and down, left and right in the air.
Is this what they call Qinggong?
Holy crap, a house several meters high, and he just zoomed up there?
I feel dizzy and can't move my body. What's wrong? Did I get Acupoint Sealing? When did this happen?
A dozen minutes later, Hong Qigong carried Ling Yi to a deserted garden before putting Ling Yi down.
"Do you know who I am?" Hong Qigong asked Ling Yi seriously.
" The Beggar Sect Clan Leader, Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar Hong Qigong!"
"Do you really know who I am? Why do people call me Teacher Liu? And who is that person who looks exactly like me?"
Where am I? Why am I here?
Hong Qigong clearly had a lot of questions. The reason he kidnapped Ling Yi was because he felt that everyone else had mistaken him for someone else, except for Ling Yi, who was the first to call him Hong Qigong instead of Teacher Liu.
Ling Yi was also pondering how to respond at this moment.
Since this was the real Hong Qigong, Ling Yi naturally had some expectations.
He didn't expect the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms; he would be content with any Entry martial arts techniques that Hong Qigong casually taught him.
Of course, it would be even better if one could learn the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.
The opportunity has been delivered right to his doorstep; if he doesn't seize it, he'll be letting down his status as a transmigrator.
" Seventh Master, this isn't the place to talk. Why don't we go to my house and sit down for a proper chat?"
Give me directions!
After another round of going up and down, left and right, Ling Yi and Hong Qigong returned to the rented room.
As soon as Ling Yi entered the room, he was hit by an extremely strong smell of instant noodles.
He couldn't help but frown.
The instant noodles I ate this morning have been sitting for over an hour, and the smell still hasn't dissipated?
However, Ling Yi didn't think much of it. After entering the room, Ling Yi pointed to the sofa and said to Hong Qigong, " Seventh Master, please sit down!"
Hong Qigong curiously looked around at everything, feeling the material of the sofa with his hand, and then tapping on the glass coffee table in front of him.
He picked up the glass on the table and looked at it, his eyes filled with surprise.
If this thing were in the palace, Hong Qigong would definitely think it was Crystal cup, but based on what he saw and heard on set today, plus his own judgment...
He then realized that this thing resembled Crystal, but here it was probably just an ordinary object.
However, now is not the time to examine these objects. He looked at Ling Yi and asked, "Boy, if you know the cause and effect, can you explain it in detail?"
"However, don't try to fool me, otherwise, you've seen the Old Beggar's Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms before."
"Hmm, let me think where to begin."
Let's begin with the question: Where is this place?
"This is Baihai City. As for what it was called in the Song Dynasty, I don't know, but I'll find out by looking it up online later."
"Actually, where we are here doesn't matter; time is what matters most."
"It is now 2005, about 700 years after the Southern Song."
"What?" Hong Qigong exclaimed in shock, "How is this possible?"
At the same time, in Ling Yi's bedroom, there was a faint sound of tables and chairs colliding, but the sound was so quiet that Ling Yi didn't hear it.
But Hong Qigong, with his sharp ears and keen eyesight, heard it. He glanced in the direction of his bedroom and asked warily, "Boy, is there someone else in your room?"
"No, I live here alone. Where would anyone else come from?"
"That means a rat has gotten into your room!" Hong Qigong pointed his Green Jade Staff towards the bedroom.
Ling Yi looked towards the bedroom with suspicion, and mouthed, "Is someone there?"
Hong Qigong nodded.
Ling Yi frowned. A thief?
The original owner's family wasn't exactly Dingdang poor, but they didn't own anything of value either.
Only an idiot would steal from his house.
If not a thief, then who could it be?
Ling Yi couldn't help but think of the instant noodle smell he had caught when he first entered the room.
Could it be that someone came to my house and stole instant noodles, and even cooked and ate them?
Who he is doesn't matter; if outsiders find out about his conversation with Hong Qigong today, there could be trouble.
Ling Yi made a grabbing motion towards the room.
Hong Qigong nodded knowingly, lightly stood up, and in Ying Yi flash, as if Teleportation, he arrived at the door of the second bedroom.
He pressed his ear against the doorway and listened for a moment, then chuckled.
He raised his right hand high, gathering his strength.
Ling Yi was stunned when he saw this. Damn it, could it be...?
"Wait..."
"Boom!"
Before Ling Yi could finish speaking, Hong Qigong slammed his hand on the wooden door.
The immense force smashed a large hole in the door, and from inside the bedroom, a woman's voice rang out. " Seventh Master, wait! It's one of us!"
"Hmm? It's a girl?"
"Woman?"
Ling Yi and Hong Qigong were both stunned for a moment. The next moment, the broken door was opened.
A petite figure in gray stood cautiously at the doorway, looking outside.
"Ah? Huang Rong?" Ling Yi recognized her at a glance.
Now, the dirt on the little beggar's face was gone, clearly indicating that he had been washed.
Despite still wearing tattered beggar's clothes, Huang Rong's beautiful face was still undeniable.
This is the most classic version of Huang Rong, and Ling Yi recognized her at a glance.
"Huh? How do you know my name? Am I famous here?" Huang Rong asked curiously.
"Hey kid, why didn't you Old Beggar you knew this girl sooner? You almost made me lose control!"
"I know him, um, I don't know him either."
"What nonsense! Do you know him or not?" Hong Qigong frowned in displeasure as he listened to Ling Yi's half-spoken words.
"She's from the same place as you!" Ling Yi explained.
Hong Qigong was taken aback for a moment, but after hearing Ling Yi's words, he understood.
"Her name is Huang Rong, the daughter of Huang Yaoshi of Peach Blossom Village," Ling Yi continued.
"Girl, are you Huang Laoxie's daughter?"
Huang Rong greets Seventh Master and this young master!
Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi were quite familiar with each other, and meeting a fellow townsman in a foreign land immediately made him feel more at ease with Huang Rong.
He asked, "Girl, how did you get here?"
"Last night, I had just disembarked when I was struck by Lightning. When I came to my senses, I was already in the alley across the street!"
As she spoke, she glanced at Ling Yi and said somewhat embarrassedly, "I sneaked into your house because I was hungry and ate some of your food."
"But rest assured, young master, I, Huang Rong, will never eat your food for nothing. Here are three taels of silver; that should be enough to cover the cost of the meal."
As he spoke, he tossed a piece of silver to Ling Yi, Ling Yi, clumsily, almost missed catching it.
Both Huang Rong and Hong Qigong shook their heads at this.
This person truly has absolutely no martial arts skills!
"The cost of the food is a small matter. I'm curious, how do you cook instant noodles?"
Hearing Ling Yi's question, Huang Rong's eyes brightened a bit as she said, "I saw you do it once at dawn, and I remembered it. What's so difficult about that?"
"You came into my house this morning?"
"No, I did enter your house last night, but you were sleeping so soundly that you didn't notice. In the future, young master, you should be more vigilant when you sleep. That's why I had no ill intentions."
"Otherwise, if a bad guy really gets in, you'll lose all ten of your lives."
Ling Yi was both amused and exasperated. "Don't worry, no bad guys will come into my house except for you."
Knowing martial arts is nothing special. With Gao Lai skillful movement, even if Ling Yi wasn't asleep, he probably wouldn't notice if someone sneaked in.
A moment later, the three returned to the sofa in the living room.
Ling Yi sat opposite Hong Qigong and Huang Rong.
Hong Qigong then spoke up, " This Old Beggar was also struck by Lightning, which is why I inexplicably ended up here."
"At the time, I was thinking, although the Old Beggar couldn't be called a hero, he had punished the wicked and had never done anything evil. He was just a little greedy. How could he be struck by lightning?"
"But I never expected that this bolt of lightning would strike me here."
"Were you all struck by Lightning before you were transported here?" Ling Yi grasped the key point.
He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have heard a clap of thunder before he transmigrated.
But it differs from what Hong Qigong and Huang Rong said.
The thunder I heard seemed to echo in my mind.
Is there some connection between these two things?
"That was definitely not ordinary Lightning, otherwise it wouldn't have possessed such power to send people directly to this world!"
"If what you say is true, then Seventh Master and I have traveled more than seven hundred years into the future. The reason you know Seventh Master and me is because we are people from history."
"Uh!" Ling Yi scratched his head, unsure how to explain for a moment.
"That makes sense then. Seventh Master is the leader of the Beggar Sect' Sect, and I am the master of Peach Blossom Island. We must have left a considerable reputation in history for you to recognize us at a glance," Huang Rong analyzed.
Hong Qigong nodded in agreement upon hearing Huang Rong's words, agreeing that this was the most reasonable approach.
Seeing Ling Yi's hesitant expression, he asked, "Boy, is what Huang girl said wrong?"
"Well, how should I put it? Although you are historical figures, you are not people from the history of this world, nor is this place in the future of your world."
They'd find out sooner or later anyway, so Ling Yi had no intention of hiding it; there was no point.
Hong Qigong scratched his messy hair and said, "You're talking in circles, it's giving me a headache."
Simply put, you are not from this world, and you have no existence in the history of our world.
"Didn't you say we came from seven hundred years ago?" Hong Qigong asked, puzzled.
"But not seven hundred years ago in our world."
Although it was a bit convoluted, Hong Qigong and Huang Rong clearly understood Ling Yi's meaning.
" Seventh Master, how should we get back?" Huang Rong asked.
Hong Qigong shrugged. "This Old Beggar is in a real bind. He has absolutely no clue how to get back. Does he have to go and get struck by lightning again?"
At this point, Hong Qigong paused, then his eyes lit up and he said, "This might actually be a solution!"
Then he sighed, "But getting struck by lightning is really dangerous. What if I don't get back and instead get struck dead? That would be terrible!"
"Well, since we're already here, we might as well make the best of it. We can figure out how to get back later; there's no rush!"