Zhonglü Imparts the Way

This time, Chu Tianshu did not choose to travel by plane, but deliberately chose to travel by boat.

Carrying a knife while loitering on a boat is quite conspicuous.

Chu Tianshu had considered whether or not to let Sanqi wrap herself around his waist again for the time being.

Unexpectedly, the Sanqi Weapon Soul sensed his intentions and displayed a new little trick.

As long as the Weapon Soul actively conceals its sharpness, ordinary people will not even notice the existence of Sanqi.

Even if a practitioner notices it and uses instruments, they will only discover that it is a wooden knife.

"That's really convenient."

Chu Tianshu stood on the deck, his left hand lightly gripping the hilt of the knife at his waist.

Between his fingers, a few drops of his pure red blood seeped onto the hilt of the knife.

Previously in the wasteland, Sanqi consumed the essence and blood of many exotic birds and creatures, which all became part of his foundation.

Chu Tianshu's tiny amount of blood wasn't meant to further stimulate its growth, but rather to help it calm its ferocious beastly nature and prevent it from becoming unbalanced during the transformation of its inner essence.

The sky was bright with sunshine, seabirds cried out, and waves surged in.

Despite its weight, the large ship was still struggling to maintain its balance on what appeared to be only gently rippling water, constantly rocking slightly.

Chu Tianshu stood on the deck enjoying the breeze, while others hurriedly ran to the side of the deck, grabbed the iron chains of the ship's railing, and retched.

The girl who was gagging was probably in her early twenties, and there was a girl of similar age next to her patting her back.

The two were talking, and it seemed they were speaking the language of South Korea.

Chu Tianshu opened the translation function and tried it out.

"... I'm convinced! I don't get carsick, so why am I seasick? Had I known what would happen today, I wouldn't have been so tempted by the sea view, and I would have chosen to fly instead, heading straight to my hometown..."

Chu Tianshu listened to the sound coming from the small earphones plugged into his ears, and his expression turned strange.

He looked closely at the screen on his watch, at the interface he had just selected.

The language you just selected was advanced written language.

Okay, let's keep it simple.

Chu Tianshu adjusted the translation function.

Just then, the girl who didn't get seasick was encouraging her companion who was gagging.

"Su-ju, show some spirit! We're not cowards, what's a little trouble like this?"

"You get used to seasickness after a while. I used to get carsick too, you just have to get used to it."

Chu Tianshu frowned upon hearing this and stepped forward.

"Seasickness is a physiological issue; it can't be overcome by psychological means alone."

As he spoke, his watch translated his words.

The burly girl, who had already looked up when she heard him speak, immediately showed surprise upon hearing the watch translation.

"Good!"

She tried to answer, "Where did you buy it? Why are you talking so fast?"

She struggled a bit with her Chinese, but pointing to her watch, her intention was clear.

"It was a gift from a friend; the translation is indeed quite fast."

Chu Tianshu said, "Just use your native language, I can understand it."

Just as the tough girl was about to speak, the seasick girl gagged violently again.

Chu Tianshu took out a needle. "If you don't have any seasickness medication, I can try to help alleviate it."

"Oh, acupuncture? I've seen it before. You're so young, yet you know it too."

The robust girl switched back to her native language in a carefree manner, speaking quickly, "The price isn't too high, is it? If it's not expensive, I'll give it a try. By the way, my name is Choi Dong-ju, and this is my older sister, Su-ju."

"When we were traveling, we saw those white-bearded, legendary doctors in big pharmacies, they also used needles..."

Sigh, this girl is so noisy, almost like Yu Wanzhuo when she's with an acquaintance.

Chu Tianshu shook his head slightly, grabbed the girl's left hand that was gagging, and inserted three needles from the base of her thumb to her forearm.

This is an unorthodox acupoint, not a standard acupuncture point.

Ordinary doctors cannot replace professional instruments with their eyes. Without knowing the patient's internal condition, rashly using acupoints may be harmful.

But Chu Tianshu knew the details as soon as he touched her, and the three quick needle insertions were the fastest to take effect.

Choi Su-ju felt a jolt throughout her body. Her first reaction was that her breathing became easier. Then she felt a slight soreness in her forearms, and then she found that the dizziness had greatly lessened.

She took a few greedy breaths, feeling the fresh, smooth air rush into her lungs, and felt much better.

Dong-ju exclaimed in surprise, "It works so quickly? Wait a minute, didn't you wipe the needle with an alcohol swab just now?"

"I wiped it, I wiped it when I pulled it out."

Seeing that she was about to ask again, Chu Tianshu raised his left palm, "That was free just now, but you'll have to pay if you ask again."

"My fees are very high."

Dong-ju's voice abruptly stopped.

Traumatism and acupuncture seem to be inseparable. She often went to trauma clinics since she was a child and knew that if someone could achieve such quick results with acupuncture, they naturally had the right to charge a high price.

Using your own money to test the waters with doctors who charge exorbitant prices is definitely not a wise move.

"The acupuncture I just had will only provide relief for half a day."

Chu Tianshu advised, "You can ask the crew if they have seasickness medication; they should have it on hand."

Choi Su-ju pressed her hand to her chest and said gratefully, "Thank you!"

Chu Tianshu casually waved his hand and left.

"Since we have half a day, let's explore the boat first..."

Dong-ju was only halfway through speaking when her ear was pinched.

Choi Su-ju said discontentedly, "You used to be less healthy than me, so why didn't you get seasick? Did you secretly take some medicine before boarding the ship?"

"No."

Dong-ju protested, "It's just that when you were in school, I learned to fight from my brother, and my health has improved a lot."

"Speaking of which, my brother gave us a lot of money this time to go on a trip. I wonder if he'll be angry if we go back early."

"My brother also said that I have a talent for fighting, and that when I travel, I could look around and see if anyone teaches Lü Red Fist (a style of Chinese martial arts), and sign up to learn it. But the Hung Gar arts schools I've seen teach it are completely different from what my brother teaches..."

Chu Tianshu was somewhat surprised to hear this and turned around to look at it a few more times.

There were indeed traces of boxing practice on that Dong-ju, but it was very rudimentary.

So shallow that even Chu Tianshu couldn't tell what school of martial arts she belonged to.

However, if it's Lü Red Fist, it doesn't have much to do with Hung Gar; it seems to be one of the predecessors of Bajiquan.

After the rise of the mature Bajiquan, very few people in China practiced Lü Red Fist anymore, and it seems to be on the verge of being lost.

I never expected to hear the name of this martial art from South Korea.

Noticing Chu Tianshu's gaze, Choi Su-ju withdrew her hand from pinching her sister, smiled at him, and quickly walked away with her sister.

Chu Tianshu didn't pay much attention to it.

He chose to travel by boat because the route would pass by many islands.

Several of the large islands were noted in the information Chu Tianshu received in the wasteland.

The island contains branches of the cult that were among the first to be turned into zombies.

However, as time passed and the ship sailed past those islands, Chu Tianshu carefully sensed the situation and discovered that the conditions on the islands were quite different from those described in the data.

Those islands were practically uninhabited.

Perhaps due to global differences, we don't encounter a global zombie apocalypse in my hometown.

But it's also possible that the time hasn't come yet.

After all, the catastrophe in the wasteland broke out in 2011 or 2012.

If there are also evil forces in my hometown, perhaps they haven't yet chosen these islands to develop.

The ship did not arrive at the port until the morning of the third day.

Chu Tianshu carried no luggage and felt relaxed. He refused all the drivers trying to solicit his business, took out his phone, looked at the shared address, and headed to a coffee shop not far from the port.

The coffee shop's sign is a giant cat head, making it easily recognizable.

When Chu Tianshu arrived at the shop, he could already see Yuan Zhonglü sitting at the table through the glass.

Teacher Little Yuan, still sporting short hair, dark eyebrows, bright eyes, full lips, and white teeth, wore a royal blue shirt with the cuffs rolled up to her forearms, and black trousers with a cinched waist, paired with a pair of low-heeled shoes.

"Haha, Mr. Chu, please come in."

Teacher Little Yuan greeted us at the door, "I remember you really like Xiaobai, so you specifically arranged to meet here."

As soon as Chu Tianshu entered, he heard several meows.

The calls were all soft and gentle, not harsh at all. Instead, they blended with the soothing music playing in the store, making people feel relaxed and at ease.

Half of the shop's space is separated by a white plastic fence, and inside the fence are cat toys.

At this moment, the gate was open, and several cats were lazily curled up outside.

The shop is decorated in a cozy style, with plenty of sofas of different lengths in addition to the usual tables and chairs by the window.

Some people don't even have a drink on hand; they just sit on the sofa, petting and feeding the cats.

There were also young couples chatting.

Is this a cat cafe?

Chu Tianshu chuckled, "I thought cat cafes were just coffee shops with cats, but I didn't realize they were so different."

"Here, drinks aren't the main focus; I actually ordered a pot of tea."

Teacher Little Yuan led him to sit by the window.

Chu Tianshu looked around and found that there wasn't a single fallen cat hair in the store. Not only were the staff attentive, but the cats were also well cared for.

"There's a hint of Mind Power power in this shopkeeper's aura. Is the owner a cultivator?"

"Yes."

Teacher Little Yuan poured him tea and said, "He's the kind of person who isn't good at fighting, yet he's managed this place very well. Every time I'm in Busan, I come here to visit."

She looked around, observing both people and cats, a smile on her face.

"I never sleep well when I'm in Busan, but sitting here brings me a special sense of peace."

Chu Tianshu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and carefully examined Yuan Zhonglü.

"Are you having trouble sleeping?"

Chu Tianshu said, "How about I take your pulse?"

Yuan Zhonglü extended his hand, smiling, and said, "Okay."

"But this is an old problem. Ever since my mom was pregnant with me, she's had some strange dreams, though they're not exactly nightmares."

"Once I'm an adult, the problem will transfer to me, and it will become more obvious whenever I travel."

Chu Tianshu reached out to take his pulse and casually remarked, "But from what the principal said, you still seem quite keen on traveling."

"Yeah, I don't know either. I'm just so weird; I always run around."

Yuan Zhonglü said, "Things have become more stable these past few years. Whenever I want to go out, I think of Busan first. I know the place like the back of my hand."

(End of this chapter)