Magical Water Margin: They all call me brother

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But what's even stranger is why my attribute is Dragon? What exactly is this "Dragon Blood Talent"? And what are the "Dragon Blood Talent," "Demon Messenger," and "Racial Talent" that I've acquired?

Liu Hong was puzzled and asked Pan Jinlian about these terms, but Pan Jinlian also looked blank.

She only knew that her [Racial Talent - Qingqiu Spiritual Charm] was an innate ability of fox demons. All fox demons in the world possessed very high magic resistance and the ability to see through and be immune to illusions. The other two, the dragon and the demon, were unaware of this.

Helpless, Liu Hong looked at his blazing panel and tried to read it a few times. He then mastered how to read the panel. Others could only see a simple panel, but when he looked at his own, he could browse more information and even find the extended option for [Dragon Blood Talent - Dragon Might Domination].

It seems that his actions just now have won over Pan Jinlian, making her his first companion without her even realizing it.

【Pan Jinlian - Qingqiu Spirit Blessing】: Gain 16 points of spell resistance (12 base + 1 level + 3 charm), and immunity to illusions.

Liu Hong seemed to understand something; the benefits of being a transmigrator included the awakening of his spiritual energy.

Although I don't know how I became a dragon, I can constantly recruit companions by relying on the leadership variant feat of [Dragon Blood Talent: Psionic Domination].

This thing is very similar to Song Jiang's ability. In "Water Margin", even though Song Jiang killed all of Thunderbolt Qin Ming's family and created a blood feud, he could still use something like "Upper Realm Star Harmony" to forcibly recruit Qin Ming to join his band as his underling.

I wonder which is stronger, my [Psionic Domination] or Song Jiang's [Upper Realm Star Harmony]?

Moreover, this ability can even grant one of the special abilities or racial talents of the recruits. For example, Pan Jinlian, the little fox demon, was granted a high level of magic resistance by herself.

Leaving aside the distant past, let's talk about something closer to home: Wu Dalang's sister, Wu Song!

If I could also attract and recruit her as a companion, and acquire Wu Song's talent, how strong would I be?

Chapter Four: Wu Dalang's Generosity and Righteousness

After examining his talents, Liu Hong carefully observed the three rudimentary spiritual abilities he was born with.

[First Ring Psionic Power - Mind Control]: Consumes 1 point of psionic power to remotely control an object weighing less than 100 pounds for 6 seconds (Level 1 x 6 seconds).

[First Ring Psionic Power - Chaos Tentacle]: Consumes 1 point of Psionic Power to summon a Psionic tentacle that tightly binds a target for 30 seconds.

[First Ring Psionic Power - Summon Demon]: Consumes ? points of Psionic Power to randomly summon a demon. The more Psionic Power consumed, the greater the probability of summoning a powerful demon.

I currently only have 3 points of psionic power. I just used [Telekinesis] once, and I have 2 points left. Of the three psionic powers, [Telekinesis] has a wide range of uses for telekinesis, [Chaos Tentacles] can entangle targets and is used in combat, [Summon Demons]... what a gambler.

After reviewing their abilities, the two continued cooking. Once Pan Jinlian had prepared several dishes and covered them with a basket to keep them warm, they went to find Wu Dalang, who lived not far away, only half a street away.

Along the way, Liu Hong constantly tested his burning vision and discovered that all the humans similar to him were of the [human] race, while he was the only one of the [dragon] race, and he was the only one who possessed the so-called [dragon blood talent].

What exactly is this magical thing? Am I the only one in the world like this? Or are there others like it? Liu Hong was completely baffled.

Moreover, among the people on the streets, only a few scattered fox spirits resembling Pan Jinlian possessed magic resistance; all other races, including humans, had zero magic resistance.

"Brother, brother! Look! Sanlang's idiocy is cured!"

While he was pondering, the two had already arrived at Wu Dalang's house. She knocked on the door cheerfully, but there was no response; he probably hadn't returned.

The two turned around and went to look for the place where Wu Dalang usually sold pancakes. After walking through several streets, they found a short and burly man being pushed and shoved by a group of people. His pancake-selling carrying pole and basket had been snatched away and he was being mocked and ridiculed in public. A group of passersby were also watching and pointing around, laughing and joking.

"It's those hooligans!"

Pan Jinlian was taken aback and pointed out the group of ruffians to Liu Hong.

"I heard that Wu Song's sister is as mighty as a goddess descended to earth. She has injured many hooligans. When Wu Song was around, these hooligans dared not cause trouble. Now that Wu Song is gone, they have come back to bully people!"

Liu Hong followed Pan Jinlian's finger and saw three ruffians, all thin and short. After observing their attributes, he found that they were all ordinary people without professions, just like Pan Jinlian. Their strength, agility, and physique were all very ordinary, at 10, and their race was still human.

Liu Hong frowned angrily, immediately squeezed out of the crowd, and walked to Wu Dalang's side. The setting sun cast his tall and imposing shadow in front of the rogue.

"Get lost! Who the hell are you? This shorty's sister has a grudge against me! We're settling scores now! Get out of my way!"

A scoundrel arrogantly raised a stick, trying to drive Liu Hong away.

But as soon as Liu Hong had a thought, the carrying pole and basket that Wu Dalang had been taken away emitted a dazzling, eerie blue fluorescence, and flew out of the hands of those ruffians, hovering in mid-air, like the official's purse that had just taken flight.

Blue flames surged in Liu Hong's eyes, and the carrying pole suddenly trembled like a dragon's roar. Eerie light burst from the gaps in the basket, which spun and danced in the air, like a waterwheel stirring up waves, or a dragon tearing through the clouds. The onlookers were so frightened that they retreated in terror. Before the ruffian could even raise his stick, the basket, accompanied by a heart-palpitating whistling sound, slammed down on his head!

"Boom! Boom!"

Liu Hong used his mind to control the carrying pole to move forward. Before the ruffian could react, the rapidly spinning basket on the right side struck the ruffian's nose like a meteor hammer, accompanied by a streak of scarlet blood, causing him to stagger backward and lose his balance.

At that moment, the rapidly spinning carrying pole caused the basket on its left to also spin, whistle, and fly around, slamming it hard into his nose, knocking him to the ground and causing him to vomit blood from his mouth and nose. The sight of the basket and carrying pole flying up to strike him left everyone present dumbfounded.

Was he a scholar who passed the imperial examinations? Or a heretical monk or charlatan?

These hooligans were taken aback, watching the carrying pole and basket spinning and whirring in the air like a windmill, emitting an eerie blue light. For a moment, they couldn't figure out Liu Hong's tricks.

Neither of them are people these hooligans can afford to offend.

"Wu Dalang is also my brother. If you're so capable, come and take revenge on me!"

Liu Hong roared angrily, making a move to fight, but he was only a level one psychic, and his mind control could only last for six seconds. If he was level two, he could control for twelve seconds, and so on. At this moment, he could no longer continue mind control, and the carrying pole and basket stopped glowing and fell helplessly to the ground.

But it doesn't matter, these hooligans are already terrified.

"Demon! Demonic path!!!"

These hooligans were intimidated by his psychic abilities. Looking at the blood-stained basket, they lost all will to fight. Their faces turned pale, and they disappeared into the crowd, turning tail and running away!

Seeing Liu Hong drive away the ruffians, the onlookers cheered and applauded. Pan Jinlian looked at Liu Hong's broad and reliable back and his heroic figure as he chased away the ruffians, and her heart fluttered. Two blushes rose on her beautiful cheeks, her heart was pounding, and even her breathing became heavier. She felt so safe with him.

After using two points of spiritual energy in succession, which consumed a lot of energy, Liu Hong felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if he had returned to the days of frantically working on problems in his senior year of high school, and his spirit began to feel tired.

"Thank you for your help, young man."

Seeing that the ruffian had been chased away, Wu Dalang breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.

That was a dwarf who was only 1.3 meters tall, with grayish-white skin and jet-black hair. Although he was only the height of a child, his muscles were more robust than those of an average adult man. A large beard completely covered the lower half of his face, revealing only the upper half. His eyes shimmered with a silver halo, and his two bracelets were engraved with runes of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism.

dwarf?

"Huh? Isn't this Sanlang? Your idiocy is cured???"

Wu Dalang was astonished to discover that the person who helped him was actually the simpleton he had taken in the day before and named Wu Sanlang?!

"Thank you for taking my son in when he first arrived in Qinghe County."

Pan Jinlian came closer and bowed deeply in gratitude. If Wu Dalang hadn't taken Liu Hong in immediately, it would have been uncertain whether she would have had the good fortune to marry him.

"Thank you for taking care of me during my illness. My real name is Liu Hong, Liu of the Mao Jin Dao style and Hong of the Shui Gong style. If you don't mind, you can still call me Sanlang in the future."

Liu Hong also expressed his gratitude, saying that if it weren't for Wu Dalang's kindness, it would be questionable whether he would still be alive today.

"Hey~ It's alright, we're all brothers! It's good that you're back to normal! You've helped me a lot these past few days, you even helped me chase away a bunch of hooligans!"

Wu Dalang waved his hand gently, genuinely happy for Liu Hong.

He looked at the imposing and burly Liu Hong, his expression somewhat dazed, as if he were seeing the figure of an old friend.

“My sister got into a fight on the front lines and knocked someone unconscious. She thought she had accidentally killed someone, so she fled in a panic. Without her help at home, there are some things I really can’t do because of my height! I’ve been very grateful to my brother for taking care of me the other day.”

"Sure thing, I'll help you, brother!"

Liu Hong recalled his past memories, helping Wu Dalang carry a shoulder pole back to the Wu family home. He helped him clean the dust on the high places in the room, clean the oven for baking pancakes, and draw three buckets of well water from the high well platform in the yard. These were all things that Wu Dalang was not very comfortable doing. He wanted to repay Wu Dalang's life-saving grace as much as possible. And those strange Tibetan esoteric Buddhist runes filled every corner of the Wu family home.

However, Liu Hong was very curious about Wu Dalang's appearance and couldn't help but steal a glance. His heart stirred, and the dark blue fire in his eyes burned again as he saw through Wu Dalang's nature.

【Wu Dalang】(Gray Dwarf)

Level 1 (No profession)

Life 7, Psychic 3

Strength 10, Agility 8, Constitution 16

Intelligence 10, Perception 8, Charisma 6

[Racial Talent - Heart-Stealing Slave]: Can use [Inflation Technique] to double the size of oneself, and [Invisibility Technique] to make oneself invisible.

He really is a gray dwarf. Apart from his excellent physique and high health, his other attributes are quite mediocre, and his charm is particularly poor.

"My brother's ancestors were the Guanzhong Army of the Tang Dynasty. They fought with the Tibetan dwarfs who had lived on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau for generations for hundreds of years, capturing many dwarf girls and taking spoils of war. So some mixed blood has been passed down in our family."

"It is said that Tibet was a slave-owning country that practiced Buddhism, where terrifying mind-stealing monks brutally enslaved the local dwarfs."

Seeing Liu Hong's surprised expression, Pan Jinlian remembered that he had said his memory had not fully recovered, so she reminded him.

"Yeah, I'm pretty unlucky. The dwarf gene is dominant in me. But my sister Wu Song is awesome. She inherited human height and the physique and abilities of a dwarf."

Wu Dalang was completely unconcerned about his short stature, but when he talked about his younger sister, he was full of pride and self-satisfaction.

After cleaning Wu Dalang's house, the two invited him to their home for drinks and meat. When Pan Jinlian poured wine for Liu Hong, her fingertips traced ambiguous water marks on the rim of the cup. The three of them played around for a long time. During this time, Liu Hong took the opportunity to ask Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian what jobs were available nearby that could earn money.

Although he had 20,000 yuan at home, it was ill-gotten gains, so he was hesitant to spend it.

"Oh? You're short of money? Well, you just moved out of the Zhang residence, and you've been renting a place and buying furniture. Well, I have some spare money here, I can lend you some."

Wu Dalang was quite straightforward. He pulled out two handfuls of copper coins from his pocket, didn't even count them, and put them in Liu Hong's hand.

“Take it first. I’m not sure where there are any good jobs, but my brother is tall and strong. There are many workshops on the street that are short of manpower. You can try it first. If it doesn’t work out, we can sell steamed buns together! I have short legs and not much strength. I can’t carry too many steamed buns and I can’t sell them all.”

With my brothers joining us, I'll do more work, you sell in the west of the city, I'll sell in the east. We'll divide the work and cooperate to get by first, and then we'll slowly look for better jobs.”

"Thank you, brother, but I won't accept the money. I can manage to get by with the money at home for a while longer."

Liu Hong thanked him again, returned the money, and planned to find a job the next day to solve his food crisis before thinking about anything else.

Everyone drank and ate meat, having a great time and spending the night in a lively atmosphere. Wu Dalang, unable to hold his liquor, fell to the ground drunk and had no choice but to stay overnight. This made Pan Jinlian quite resentful; her eyes were filled with longing, and she tightened the knot in her belt more and more, but could not untie it.

Damn it, although Sanlang was tall and strong and handsome, he was a fool. He couldn't do this or that. I lamented my fate and had no interest in sex. I had never had sexual relations with him.

Today, Sanlang has finally recovered. Not only is he handsome, but he is also a scholar from a poor family who has passed the imperial examinations. He possesses powerful Confucian knowledge, which is so impressive that it makes my heart flutter.

Pan Jinlian sighed. Why did she have to be so greedy and rent this small house in the first place?

Now that Wu Dalang is staying outside the room, how can I possibly make love with my husband? I've finally felt a stirring of desire, but I can't bring myself to do it!

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Chapter 5: A Gang of Rascals Run Rampant in the Streets (Bonus Chapter for 100 Monthly Tickets!)

The next day, when everyone woke up, Liu Hong felt refreshed. The burden on his brain from using his spiritual energy yesterday was completely gone, and the spiritual energy points he had consumed had returned to their original value of 3 points.

After sobering up, Wu Dalang, rubbing his still-drunk head, happily led Liu Hong to a workshop in the city to find work, while Pan Jinlian stayed home cooking and waiting for the two to return.

After passing through the bustling streets teeming with people, the two arrived at a weaving workshop. Through the window, Liu Hong saw dozens of looms on one side of the workshop, with a large number of women working diligently inside, and countless shuttles dancing in a sea of ​​silk threads.

On the other side of the workshop, raw materials and finished products were piled up, and many emaciated laborers were carrying heavy silk, linen, and finished fabrics back and forth.

At this moment, a thin, impoverished farmer came begging for a job. The guard at the gate let him in without saying a word.

This is a unique social phenomenon in the Song Dynasty. In other dynasties, when farmers had their land taken over by large landowners and had no land to cultivate or rice to eat, they could only choose between becoming serfs or rebelling. However, in the Song Dynasty, with its prosperous commodity economy, there was a third option—go to the city to work!

To make a living, I'll work, at least to earn some honest money.

Liu Hong took a step forward, wanting to go in. The guard was initially unmoved, but when he saw Wu Dalang, he was clearly stunned for a moment, and then his gaze towards Liu Hong changed. He quickly reached out to stop him.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Brother, my name is Liu Hong. I've come here to find work and earn some food."

Liu Hong gave a polite bow, and the guard looked them up and down, as if he had confirmed something, before refusing outright.

"You vagrants, why are you like rats, never stopping? Go away, this place is full, go find work in another workshop!"

Liu Hong didn't pay any attention, just thinking it was bad luck. The workshop didn't lack manpower. Later, under Wu Dalang's guidance, they found a mill, and a large number of employees and donkeys worked hard to grind wheat, millet and other crops into ready-made flour to sell.

Liu Hong went up to strike up a conversation, but to his surprise, the exact same scenario unfolded. The gatekeeper, who had been quite enthusiastic, changed his expression upon seeing Wu Dalang and his own appearance, and repeatedly declined, saying that the workshop was full and they were not hiring.

And so, the two went to blacksmith shops, taverns, wood carving factories... and were met with the same astonishment and the same rejection! Liu Hong then returned to the vicinity of the first weaving workshop and watched as the guard led several thin and weak farmers who had come to the city to work into his workshop.

Someone's up to no good!

Liu Hong frowned and looked around. His Magic Flame Vision was very useful. As long as he wanted, the creatures in his field of vision would burn in his pupils. The dark blue flames outlined basic attribute information above their heads. Most of the people around were unemployed civilians, except for the one who guarded the workshop, who was a level 1 warrior.

At this moment, a very conspicuous attribute is revealed to him.

[Zhang Zhao] (Human)

Level 1 (Level 1 Mind Mage)

Health 3, Mana 3

Strength 12, Agility 12, Constitution 8

Intelligence 16, Perception 10, Charisma 10

Wait, how come there's a level 1 psionicist here? A natural-born psionicist like me?

Liu Hong looked over in surprise and saw a thin man who blended perfectly into the crowd of ordinary people, wandering aimlessly through the streets. When the man realized he was being watched, he immediately lowered his head, pretending to be very busy, and avoided Liu Hong's gaze.