Capítulo 1778: Chapter 1780: There’s a Chance
The place where the traveling abode is set up is a sparse forest, sparse enough to accommodate such a large dwelling.
Feng Jun didn’t go far after leaving the dwelling, just about a hundred ters.
Initially, he didn’t plan to go out at night because there had been a heavy snowfall here seven or eight days ago, over twenty centiters thick, and it would take another seven or eight days for it to lt, which really affected his observation.
He also didn’t plan to work overti at night now, but he doesn’t like to be bothered by people, so it’s better to take a walk outside and relax.
However, he couldn’t stay idle for long, and after drinking he beca sowhat excited, so he couldn’t help but take out his mobile phone, occasionally checking it, and using his Divine Sense to perceive things.
But after checking for a while, he beca increasingly curious… what’s this strange feeling here?
Originally he didn’t think much of this place because Dong Zenghong said the nine best places are worth seeing, but this place is sowhat inferior, and Feng Jun trusted Dong Zenghong’s judgnt quite a bit.
However, the Heir of Ghost Valley was not as confident and repeatedly emphasized that he would guarantee it for others, but when it ca to Mountain Master Feng from Luohua, he hoped the other party would help observe further.
When Feng Jun first arrived, he thought Zhang Dongyuan insisted on coming to Poland to introduce She Zhijun to him, but after eting She Zhijun, he realized that she didn’t mind being a Temple Master in other Europa countries.
So he was a bit curious, since she didn’t mind going to other countries, why did she still have to co to Poland?
But now he understood, this place truly is sowhat peculiar.
Not to speak of those empty words, to put it simply: this place vaguely gives him an intuition—there might be a Spirit Stone Mine here!
Feng Jun has co across Spirit Stone Mines more than once or twice, and the two mines found on Earth had basically no similarities to compare with, yet he truly felt this way now.
Unsure if it’s because he’s dug too many Destiny Stones, he inexplicably has this feeling.
So he floated in the air, hovering thirty-sothing ters high, teleporting back and forth a few tis, wanting to discover more.
What he didn’t notice was that She Zhijun had already opened the door of the dwelling and walked out—she had really gone to Feng Jun’s room earlier, found he wasn’t there, and with a bit of courage from the alcohol, she pushed open the door to co out and find him.
Feng Jun pondered a while longer but ultimately couldn’t gain any clues, so he could only descend, lightly sighing, “Alas, why is there snow?”
He had so guesses but had to dig down to verify them, but unfortunately, the snow is unlike seawater; it won’t cover up his digging traces but rather will expose them.
Moreover, due to the snow’s presence, even if more anomalies are observed tomorrow during the day, he still couldn’t perform many operations.
This is quite disappointing.
Tomorrow is the 29th of the lunar month; Feng Jun was also thinking that if everything goes smoothly, he would return to Luohua Manor by the 29th. Even if not ho on the 30th, he could celebrate the New Year with the people in the manor.
There are quite a few people staying in the manor, Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang have moved their families here, Gao Qiang’s parents have both passed away, so no need to go ho, even Gazi hasn’t planned to return—if Luo Yuhuan doesn’t return.
As for the won of Luohua, the Zhang Family Sisters will be there, Feng Jing will go back to see her mother on the second day—after all, on New Year’s Eve, only Li Shishi and Tang Wenji will leave, with Li Shishi possibly staying ho for a long while.
In short, quite a few people in the manor are waiting for Feng Jun to return for a reunion—of course, it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t go back, but staying here, doing what? Wait for the snow to lt?
Going back tomorrow… doesn’t seem too bad. Feng Jun thought about it and felt his thinking was still sowhat fixed—it’s nothing but leaving a trace here and occasionally coming back to check—isn’t it better if Dong Zenghong and Zhang Dongyuan don’t realize it?
Of course, gratitude is due to the two for finding this place for him; just like when he broke the Destiny Plate of the Ghost Valley Sect in the past, hasn’t he been compensating Dong Zenghong with Spirit Stones?
Though five Spirit Stones a year, this number is sowhat embarrassing, but he can compensate for many years.
In fact, he suspects that Dong Zenghong has already guessed the truth, but the Heir of Ghost Valley handles matters too steadily, and he doesn’t make it obvious.
Anyway, Feng Jun doesn’t mind exploring in front of them, but not letting them notice the Spirit Stone Mine would be even better.
He was contemplating when suddenly a voice ca from behind, “Feng… Mountain Master Feng, are you also an Innate Expert?”
Expert? He quickly turned around to look and found She Zhijun standing not far behind him, while in the distance inside the dwelling, Dong Zenghong and Zhang Dongyuan were standing on the second floor, looking out this way.
Feng Jun glanced at her helplessly, “Please, didn’t you drink enough? Ca out here to drink with ?”
“I have a story, do you have wine?” She Zhijun looked at him with drunken eyes, “You just flew into the sky, didn’t you?”
Then she reached out to pat her hip, brushing off the snowflakes stuck on her cloak, “Hehe, scared into falling on my bottom.”
“You should return, it’s cold outside,” Feng Jun shook his head, “You’re not wearing much.”
She Zhijun isn’t wearing much either. Despite Poland being quite cold, it’s not cold indoors. Whenever she goes out, she gets into a car imdiately. At most, she only braces the cold for a few hundred ters. Many Polish won are like those in Ivan’s country, wearing short skirts and just a pair of stockings on their legs even in winter.
Being resistant to the cold is one thing, but the conditions allow it.
She Zhijun is also wearing a skirt, but at least it looks like she has thick tights on her legs—there’s no way around it, she’s a Yu City girl, and Poland’s current temperature has probably broken Yu City’s lowest record.
“I’m not afraid of the cold,” She Zhijun insisted, but a whiff of alcohol hit her face, “Is there any more wine?”
Feng Jun shook his head, “You can’t control yourself like this and still want to be the Temple Master?”
“I’m very sober right now,” She Zhijun laughed nonchalantly, “I can drink a kilo and a half… of the strong stuff!”
“Really?” Feng Jun looked at her suspiciously, contemplating asking another question but finding it pointless—a woman who can drink like that is really sothing. So, he tossed her a military coat, “Put it on, don’t catch a cold.”
She Zhijun didn’t hesitate to take the coat and put it over her cloak—it was clear she had been waiting for this mont for a while.
“Go back,” Feng Jun casually said. He wasn’t interested in getting angry with her; they were fundantally from two different worlds—what’s the point of getting mad? “I need so peace and quiet for a bit longer.”
She Zhijun said nothing. She wasn’t foolish; for a woman not yet thirty to have everything she needs, she can’t be intellectually challenged. So she just stood there quietly and stubbornly.
Feng Jun was a bit annoyed but decided not to trouble himself over such trivial things, so he simply pulled out a recliner, lay down on it, and silently watched the white landscape ahead.
After a long ti, She Zhijun finally spoke up, “Actually… Poland isn’t suitable for building a Daoist temple, so don’t worry about it.”
Hmm? Feng Jun turned his head to look at her in surprise, so you’re really not that drunk? “What do you an it’s not suitable to build a Daoist temple?”
“Poles are fundantally arrogant and xenophobic,” She Zhijun responded, “They will reject anything that’s not theirs, let alone a Huaxia religion. They are always trying to hide it, pretending not to be xenophobic…”
“But can you imagine? They want to get rid of Lithuania.”
Feng Jun, as a Chinese major, wasn’t very familiar with foreign history, but he was a bit more knowledgeable than most, “Lithuania and Poland… were once one country, right?”
“Yes,” She Zhijun nodded, thinking that this Mountain Master Feng isn’t completely ignorant, “But now they want to annex Lithuania and expel foreigners… can you sense how crazy they are?”
Feng Jun thought for a mont, then shook his head, “I really can’t sense that. Does such a tiny country… really matter?”
“I can tell you,” She Zhijun walked to his side, leaning her body, and lay on him, breathing warmth into his ear, “I’m a bit cold, hug … and I’ll tell you!”
“Stop ssing around,” Feng Jun reacted a bit. After all, having been in Europa for these ten days, he hadn’t had any comforts, but unfortunately, she’s really not his type, “It’s freezing, and people are watching.”
He actually wanted to outright refuse her, but as a man… being pursued by a beautiful woman isn’t sothing to be ashad of. Rejecting her outright might have so unforeseeable consequences—well, these are all excuses; he’s just a bit of a softie.
“So what if they’re watching? I’m yours,” She Zhijun kissed his neck wildly, her words muffled, “I’m wearing a military coat; they can’t see clearly… we can cover the chair with the coat, kiss !”
Are you really drunk or not? Feng Jun dodged her left and right, but her lips stubbornly pursued him.
But once a woman goes crazy, she’s really unreasonable. She finally caught his lips, murmuring, “Don’t you want ? I’m even more amazing than you imagine!”
This was really too much! Feng Jun pulled his tightly shut lips out of her mouth, “Enough is enough, don’t think I won’t hit a woman!”
“Then hit ,” She Zhijun panted, a satisfied smile on her face, “Hit with your lollipop!”
Feng Jun really wanted to kick her far away, but that’s clearly unrealistic, so he also impatiently said, “Daoist She, we agreed to be reserved, what you’re doing puts in a difficult position.”
She Zhijun paused for a mont, then stopped and asked dumbfoundedly, “Don’t you like ?”
Your question is really baffling, at this mont, Feng Jun felt a bit like crying without tears, “Why should I like you? I know a lot of people like you, but… a lot of people like too, why should I have to like you?”
She Zhijun tilted her head and thought for a mont, then seriously said, “Am I not good looking?”
This Yu City girl is really sothing, Feng Jun thought for a mont and said, “There are plenty of beautiful won.”
When it cos to won, just humor them, why argue?
“But I’m useful,” She Zhijun looked at him and spoke seriously.
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