Chapter 11
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Hua Men 01
Chapter 11
"I was on the side of the road and found a dollar..."
Ma Hongjun hummed a little song, and walked out of the Wuhun Hall in a bouncing manner.Needless to say, once a person has money, his whole temperament will be different.
A gold coin is equivalent to 1 RMB, and 1 RMB is used for a month. Isn't that simple?
However, he must be in touch with his desires all the time to cultivate the Lingtai. If he eats something like steamed buns again, it will probably have no effect, so go find something delicious!
"Mutton skewers, lamb skewers!"
The cries in a sub-accent overwhelmed the surrounding peddlers and attracted Ma Hongjun's attention.
Looking at the smoky barbecue stand and smelling the long-lost smell of meat, Ma Hongjun's mouth began to moisten. He swallowed hard and walked firmly towards the barbecue stand.
"Boss, how do you sell the mutton skewers?"
Ma Hongjun has never been a rich man, so he behaves like a citizen.
"One hundred strings of copper coins, high quality and low price, how much do you want, kid?" The stall owner replied.
Only at this time did Ma Hongjun realize one thing, that is, the face value of Douluo Dalu's currency is too high, if he wants ten strings today, how should the boss collect the money?
Shout out, little bastard dares to amuse your grandpa?
Then he was so bullish that he punched the barbecue stall owner to death with three punches?
"I guess there should be coins with a smaller face value than copper coins, but I don't know that." Ma Hongjun thought to himself.
"Kids?" The barbecue stall owner brought the pensive Ma Hongjun back to reality, "How much do you want?"
Ma Hongjun thought for a while and said: "Give me five hundred skewers first."
This amount was carefully calculated by him. Generally, a six-year-old child would definitely not be able to eat this much, but considering that he is a soul master, his appetite is larger than ordinary people, and there may be special circumstances, so five Hundreds should be enough.
The barbecue stall owner didn't have any doubts. After all, this world belongs to the soul master's world, and everything cannot be deduced by common sense.He just smiled and said, "Okay, kid, wait a moment!"
An hour later, under the ghostly gaze of the barbecue stand owner, Ma Hongjun walked towards Shrek slowly while supporting his heavy body.
At this moment, Ma Hongjun felt a bit like crying, and he spent half of the gold coin for a meal. Sure enough, the temptation of food was too difficult to control.But he doesn't need to control it now, only by letting his desire grow stronger, can he control the poison of greed in his body faster.
But, after another meal, where should he find the money?
When other traversers came to Douluo Dalu, they fought against the protagonist and the villain from the very beginning, and never worried about money.He now suspects that he, the time traveler, is a fake.
Flender is not counting on it anymore, this iron cock, everything will be fine without exploiting him, and you still want to get money from him?Wash and sleep!
He is not like Tang San, who can make money by blacksmithing.
so hard!
In this way, Ma Hongjun returned to Shrek Academy with great entanglement.
"Forget it. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today. There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain. Let's talk about it at that time. In Douluo Dalu, strength is the most important thing!"
Time to try his fire practice method.
Ma Hongjun walked to a stream in Shrek Academy and sat cross-legged, with a serious expression that he had never seen before!Put Xiaoqing on the right arm into the creek, and said softly: "Hey, go play by yourself first, and don't hurt you later!"
He picked up a handful of water and poured it on the soil in front of him, his right hand pierced the soil like a sharp sword!
Shout out: The Great Shift of the Universe!
The soil in front of him was constantly mixed with water under Ma Hongjun's stirring.
The soil kept deforming in Ma Hongjun's hands, and a jar the size of a human head appeared in a short while.
Martial soul possessed!
Fiery purple flames covered Ma Hongjun.
"It is not so difficult to control the intensity of the flame when firing pottery."
Why would a fire-attribute soul master in Douluo Continent spend time cultivating these things? Wouldn't it be over if he spewed out flames all at once during the battle?If it doesn't work, use a soul skill.
As everyone knows, this is the first step to control the flame!
And sometimes, the higher the temperature, the stronger the flame is not!
Ma Hongjun cautiously brought the flame in his palm close to the jar, but there was still a considerable distance between his palm and the jar, the hot flame had already completely evaporated the moisture in the jar.
Due to the high temperature, the whole jar is full of cracks!
Obviously failed.
"I'm going, the flame temperature is too high!"
Ma Hongjun was even thinking about how to practice fire control. When encountering an enemy, they will be burned by fire. Basically, few people can resist this terrifying high temperature!
no!Any kind of power, if you can't fully control it, means you can't exert its full strength!
Come again!
Ma Hongjun's flame is too high, so it is necessary to ensure a large distance.
In this way, Ma Hongjun failed all afternoon.
When the sun went down, Ma Hongjun was lying on the ground, completely exhausted.
This kind of practice consumes too much mental power, and if you keep releasing your martial soul, your soul power will be completely consumed.
Wiping the sweat off his brow, Ma Hongjun let out a satisfied smile.
For the last time, he finally succeeded!
In just one afternoon, he was able to initially control the temperature of the flame, and the next step was to fire pottery at different distances and at different temperatures.
Sometimes people are not afraid of being tired, but that they have paid so much but have no effect.
How can Ma Hongjun be unhappy when he has gained something now?
He could already imagine the day when he could control the temperature of the flame as he wished.
Suddenly, Ma Hongjun sat up abruptly, not feeling as tired as before.
"Oops, it's time to eat. If that bastard eats my portion again, then I will be finished."
Ma Hongjun rushed over, pushed open the door of the cafeteria, and saw a strong man eating his last bite of food.
"Zhao Wou-ki—teacher!"
Ma Hongjun was extremely angry, not for the first time, but for the second time.He said why he had a bad temper when he went to find Zhao Wuji in the afternoon, so it turned out that he was the culprit!
Zhao Wou-ki was caught on the spot and ate a meal from a six-year-old child, his ferocious face turned red.
But Zao Wou-ki is a face-saving person, so he had no choice but to stiffen his neck and say, "I saw you playing in the mud all afternoon, so engrossed, I thought you didn't want to eat!"
Ma Hongjun was suddenly furious, listen, is this what people say?
Zhao Wuji looked at Ma Hongjun's expression as if he wanted to eat people, and felt a little flustered for no reason, and said with a straight face: "Could it be that the teacher will eat your food for free? This is a gold coin, enough to eat you hundreds of meals !"
Zhao Wou-ki is more obsessed with cultivation, so naturally he won't spend time going to Soto City for dinner. Although he has already passed the stage of eating more to build strength, his muscles still consume a lot of food.When he saw that there was still a fortune left, he couldn't help it.
Ma Hongjun immediately beamed with joy, held a gold coin, and said with a smile: "Teacher Zao Wou-ki is really grand!"
"That's right! Don't even look at who I am, the well-known Fudo Myoko, who will steal the food of a brat like you?"
(End of this chapter)
"I was on the side of the road and found a dollar..."
Ma Hongjun hummed a little song, and walked out of the Wuhun Hall in a bouncing manner.Needless to say, once a person has money, his whole temperament will be different.
A gold coin is equivalent to 1 RMB, and 1 RMB is used for a month. Isn't that simple?
However, he must be in touch with his desires all the time to cultivate the Lingtai. If he eats something like steamed buns again, it will probably have no effect, so go find something delicious!
"Mutton skewers, lamb skewers!"
The cries in a sub-accent overwhelmed the surrounding peddlers and attracted Ma Hongjun's attention.
Looking at the smoky barbecue stand and smelling the long-lost smell of meat, Ma Hongjun's mouth began to moisten. He swallowed hard and walked firmly towards the barbecue stand.
"Boss, how do you sell the mutton skewers?"
Ma Hongjun has never been a rich man, so he behaves like a citizen.
"One hundred strings of copper coins, high quality and low price, how much do you want, kid?" The stall owner replied.
Only at this time did Ma Hongjun realize one thing, that is, the face value of Douluo Dalu's currency is too high, if he wants ten strings today, how should the boss collect the money?
Shout out, little bastard dares to amuse your grandpa?
Then he was so bullish that he punched the barbecue stall owner to death with three punches?
"I guess there should be coins with a smaller face value than copper coins, but I don't know that." Ma Hongjun thought to himself.
"Kids?" The barbecue stall owner brought the pensive Ma Hongjun back to reality, "How much do you want?"
Ma Hongjun thought for a while and said: "Give me five hundred skewers first."
This amount was carefully calculated by him. Generally, a six-year-old child would definitely not be able to eat this much, but considering that he is a soul master, his appetite is larger than ordinary people, and there may be special circumstances, so five Hundreds should be enough.
The barbecue stall owner didn't have any doubts. After all, this world belongs to the soul master's world, and everything cannot be deduced by common sense.He just smiled and said, "Okay, kid, wait a moment!"
An hour later, under the ghostly gaze of the barbecue stand owner, Ma Hongjun walked towards Shrek slowly while supporting his heavy body.
At this moment, Ma Hongjun felt a bit like crying, and he spent half of the gold coin for a meal. Sure enough, the temptation of food was too difficult to control.But he doesn't need to control it now, only by letting his desire grow stronger, can he control the poison of greed in his body faster.
But, after another meal, where should he find the money?
When other traversers came to Douluo Dalu, they fought against the protagonist and the villain from the very beginning, and never worried about money.He now suspects that he, the time traveler, is a fake.
Flender is not counting on it anymore, this iron cock, everything will be fine without exploiting him, and you still want to get money from him?Wash and sleep!
He is not like Tang San, who can make money by blacksmithing.
so hard!
In this way, Ma Hongjun returned to Shrek Academy with great entanglement.
"Forget it. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today. There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain. Let's talk about it at that time. In Douluo Dalu, strength is the most important thing!"
Time to try his fire practice method.
Ma Hongjun walked to a stream in Shrek Academy and sat cross-legged, with a serious expression that he had never seen before!Put Xiaoqing on the right arm into the creek, and said softly: "Hey, go play by yourself first, and don't hurt you later!"
He picked up a handful of water and poured it on the soil in front of him, his right hand pierced the soil like a sharp sword!
Shout out: The Great Shift of the Universe!
The soil in front of him was constantly mixed with water under Ma Hongjun's stirring.
The soil kept deforming in Ma Hongjun's hands, and a jar the size of a human head appeared in a short while.
Martial soul possessed!
Fiery purple flames covered Ma Hongjun.
"It is not so difficult to control the intensity of the flame when firing pottery."
Why would a fire-attribute soul master in Douluo Continent spend time cultivating these things? Wouldn't it be over if he spewed out flames all at once during the battle?If it doesn't work, use a soul skill.
As everyone knows, this is the first step to control the flame!
And sometimes, the higher the temperature, the stronger the flame is not!
Ma Hongjun cautiously brought the flame in his palm close to the jar, but there was still a considerable distance between his palm and the jar, the hot flame had already completely evaporated the moisture in the jar.
Due to the high temperature, the whole jar is full of cracks!
Obviously failed.
"I'm going, the flame temperature is too high!"
Ma Hongjun was even thinking about how to practice fire control. When encountering an enemy, they will be burned by fire. Basically, few people can resist this terrifying high temperature!
no!Any kind of power, if you can't fully control it, means you can't exert its full strength!
Come again!
Ma Hongjun's flame is too high, so it is necessary to ensure a large distance.
In this way, Ma Hongjun failed all afternoon.
When the sun went down, Ma Hongjun was lying on the ground, completely exhausted.
This kind of practice consumes too much mental power, and if you keep releasing your martial soul, your soul power will be completely consumed.
Wiping the sweat off his brow, Ma Hongjun let out a satisfied smile.
For the last time, he finally succeeded!
In just one afternoon, he was able to initially control the temperature of the flame, and the next step was to fire pottery at different distances and at different temperatures.
Sometimes people are not afraid of being tired, but that they have paid so much but have no effect.
How can Ma Hongjun be unhappy when he has gained something now?
He could already imagine the day when he could control the temperature of the flame as he wished.
Suddenly, Ma Hongjun sat up abruptly, not feeling as tired as before.
"Oops, it's time to eat. If that bastard eats my portion again, then I will be finished."
Ma Hongjun rushed over, pushed open the door of the cafeteria, and saw a strong man eating his last bite of food.
"Zhao Wou-ki—teacher!"
Ma Hongjun was extremely angry, not for the first time, but for the second time.He said why he had a bad temper when he went to find Zhao Wuji in the afternoon, so it turned out that he was the culprit!
Zhao Wou-ki was caught on the spot and ate a meal from a six-year-old child, his ferocious face turned red.
But Zao Wou-ki is a face-saving person, so he had no choice but to stiffen his neck and say, "I saw you playing in the mud all afternoon, so engrossed, I thought you didn't want to eat!"
Ma Hongjun was suddenly furious, listen, is this what people say?
Zhao Wuji looked at Ma Hongjun's expression as if he wanted to eat people, and felt a little flustered for no reason, and said with a straight face: "Could it be that the teacher will eat your food for free? This is a gold coin, enough to eat you hundreds of meals !"
Zhao Wou-ki is more obsessed with cultivation, so naturally he won't spend time going to Soto City for dinner. Although he has already passed the stage of eating more to build strength, his muscles still consume a lot of food.When he saw that there was still a fortune left, he couldn't help it.
Ma Hongjun immediately beamed with joy, held a gold coin, and said with a smile: "Teacher Zao Wou-ki is really grand!"
"That's right! Don't even look at who I am, the well-known Fudo Myoko, who will steal the food of a brat like you?"
(End of this chapter)
