C26 (2/2)
”Eh? How did the Shakyamuni find out that the blade was in the 'Iron Sword Villa'? ” The short man next to him took a bite out of a steamed bun and turned to ask the High Lama.
Hearing the words ”Iron Sword Villa”, the three of them simultaneously turned to look at the four monks.
”Sigh, there's no need to say too much. We will do whatever the Shakyamuni requests. Wait until we rest here for the night, and then we'll go to 'Iron Sword Villa' tomorrow to pay a visit to that Lord Iron Villa. Wouldn't we know everything then … ” The High Lama raised his head and also drank a bowl of wine.
”Hahahaha …” ”I say, big brother …” The fatty who had always focused on eating and drinking raised his head and laughed loudly, ”In this world, there are only people who come to visit the four old men of Mo Hai. How can there be someone like the four old men of Mo Hai to visit them? Ah, right, third brother …” ”Hahahaha …” As he spoke, he turned around and spoke to the skinny old man beside him.
”Sigh, after I finish eating, I'll go to that whatever Steel Villa. I'll just directly hand over the saber when I call upon that Steel Manor. Ah, if not, I'll just stomp on them and make sure that whatever manor they call turn into a lawn …” ”Ha ha-ha!” Before he could finish laughing, he suddenly exclaimed and quickly lowered his head to vomit on the table. The three monks beside him stared at him blankly. All of them had lowered their heads to eat, not knowing what had happened. The fat guy spat out a huge pile of beef that had not been chewed over and over on the table. He picked up a piece of meat and stared at it with wide eyes. When they got closer, they saw that it was a big fish eye.
Waa!” ”Pang Zi threw down his chopsticks and picked up the large gong in front of him. There was a loud sound, causing everyone's ears to ring as they turned their heads to look at him in surprise.” ”Which bastard dares to plot against my grandpa —” Before the man could finish his sentence, another sharp object flew over the table and flew towards the fat man. The tall lama's body slightly moved, and with a wave of his right hand, something was caught in the middle of his chopsticks and stopped above the table. It turned out to be a fish tail!
”Yes, Young Master has great skills!” With a wave of his hand, the fish tail returned to the bowl in front of the young man, neatly placed behind the body of the fish.
The middle-aged man was stunned again. He was secretly surprised. He didn't expect this young master to be so powerful, and that lama was even more so.
”Hahahaha!” Unexpectedly, the young man wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he waved his fan as he laughed heartily and walked towards the four monks.
”Look, ah, you monks — oh, it's a pig's hand, wow! It's all chicken meat! ”The young master walked to the table and unexpectedly ignored the Lama's existence, pointing with his fan at the dishes on the table and said,” Yo yo! Monk's wine and meat, you're all bad people!
Upon hearing this, aside from the High Lama, the other three quickly stood up from the table. When the people eating in the room saw this, they immediately ran outside. Only the middle-aged man and the little boy were still there.
”You yellow-haired boy, how dare you tease your grandpa. I think you're tired of living!” With a bang, a fatty's large gong flew towards that young master like lightning.
”Be careful!” When the two lackeys behind the Young Master saw the gong fly towards their master, they were greatly shocked. Each of them raised their right hands, and two streaks of white light shot out towards the gong. There was a pile of debris on the table, but there were two plates. When the plate flew out, the two of them were already standing beside the Young Master.
”Clang!” The fatty seemed to be enraged. He twisted his left hand, but before he could do anything, the gong on the table had already appeared in his hands. He extended his hands, as if about to strike again.
”Fourth Brother! — sit down!” The High Lama stood up, waving his left hand to stop Fatty. Fatty glared hatefully at the young master and immediately sat down.
”This young master has an extraordinary bearing. May I ask what your name is …” The High Lama turned around and bowed to the young man.
”Hahahaha — do you see that? Ah? ”That's more like it …” The young gongzi folded his fan and pointed it at the fatty as he laughed loudly. ”I'm a nameless person, but I just heard that pig insult 'Iron Sword Villa'. I'm too angry. Ah, I'm sorry for offending you, haha …” The young master returned the salute, but his pretty eyes were still smirking at the fat man.
When the fatty heard this and saw the look in the young master's eyes, he could no longer hold back his anger. With a ”bang”, the two gongs flew towards both sides of the young man. When they were about to reach him, they suddenly turned and slapped towards the young man's ears! The fat man swayed again and flew across the table with his legs crossed. He struck the young man on the chest with his palm. His speed was at least ten times faster than before!
”S-young master, be careful!” Two white shadows flashed and stretched out their hands towards the gong. Two cries of alarm could be heard as the two white shadows were knocked away by the gong and landed on the table with a thud. The entire table immediately shattered into pieces! Everyone spat out another mouthful of blood!
”Xiang'er — — Rong'er!” The young lord shouted. He didn't have time to retreat before a palm struck him in the chest!
”You hoodlum!” The young gongzi roared in anger, only to see him sink down, stretching out his right leg, squatting on the ground with his left foot and raising his right hand. Like a gust of wind, his hand shot towards the fatty's navel. His hands did not stop moving, and just as he was about to grab the young lord's chest, he suddenly lost sight of his target. His body was still in the air, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain, like a big ball smashing into a wall!
”Fourth brother!” With an explosive shout, a red blur appeared, and the High Lama floated towards Fatty. When he was about a foot away from Fatty, he waved both of his arms, and the fatty who was about to hit his head on the wall stopped mid-air and did not move at all! The High Lama leaned over and slapped the fatty's feet with his palms. The fatty stood firmly on the spot, but a trickle of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth! He covered his chest with both hands. He looked forward in surprise.
The High Lama slowly turned around with a surprised expression on his face. At some point in time, another young man had appeared. She was also wearing a white robe and looked to be around thirty years old. Her eyebrows were sharp and her eyes were like phoenix. Her long hair was flowing down her shoulders. Her eyes were filled with an inviolable aura! In his mouth was a small willow branch that was sucking on a sprout. At this moment, he was looking at the young man with concern.
Sister, are you alright? ”AHH!” Who told you to come out again? And you still dress like that! — you have to piss your parents off — hmph! ”Hurry up and go back.
”Bro! They — — that damn bully me!” The young lord began to complain to the young man who had just arrived. His eyes flashed with tears as if he was about to cry … ”
”Still talking! — — Hurry up and bring Xiang'er and Rong'er back!” After saying that, he turned around and clasped his hands towards the High Lama.
”I have a bad disposition and do not know how to play. I have offended many masters, so I hope that they can forgive me!”
”Humph! — where did this little kid come from! ”So it's okay if you hurt my fourth brother and apologize?” Bang! Bang! Bang! The old man, who had been silent all this time, struck the iron drum in his hand and stood up.
”Second Brother!” The High Lama pulled the skinny old man behind him, turned around, and bowed to the young man.
”Young master is really young and capable! I have yet to ask how I should address you, young master. Where is my master? ”
”This junior is the Eldest Young Master of the Iron Sword Villa, Tie Wushuang. Tie Xiao Yun is my father. The one who had just offended the great master was the mischievous little sister, Tie Ruyui … ”Master, please forgive my offense just now!”
Ah!” So it turns out that you all are people from the Iron Sword Villa! Humph! We were just going to look for you! Speak, what kind of knife is your mother? Is she in your father's hands? ”Huh?” Upon hearing that it was someone from the Iron Sword Villa, that short man dashed in front of Tie Wushuang.
”Hmm? ”Why have so many people come to my father these days to ask for that blade?” When the short man asked about this, Tie Wushuang creased his brows and muttered to himself.
”Oh! — — It is my pleasure to meet you, you are indeed a famous tiger general!” The High Lama bowed again, ”We are the four old men of the Eastern Seal, 'Desert Sea'. We have come under the orders of Shakyamuni Huo Lun to visit your esteemed manor. ”We will head over tomorrow morning to pay our respects to your father …”
”It is a pleasure to have friends from afar. At any time, our Iron Sword Villa would welcome the heroes of the world as guests. It is our honor … This junior still has matters to attend to, so this junior will have to take my leave first — — ”As he spoke, he supported the injured Rong'er and Xiang'er out of the inn.
Ah!” Leaving just like that! ”Ah?” When the short one saw Tie Wushuang walking out of the door, he was about to chase after him, but was grabbed by the High Lama.
”Hmm! — look, your temper is still the same! When he came out, he had already said that this matter was of great importance. Moreover, Central Plains martial arts Lin was full of talented people, so he had to be careful of everything! See! ”Humph!”
”Waiter!” ”Take us into the room!” The High Lama turned his head and called out to the shop. Turning around, he saw the middle-aged man beside him. Is this person still here? He frowned, but didn't pay any more attention to it.
”Come – come here –” A man crawled out from under the opposite table and immediately ran towards the monks. He bowed to them and pointed to the staircase. ”My lords, please come with me –” He turned and ran up the stairs.
”Uncle!” ”Uncle?” When the boy beside him called out, the middle-aged man seemed to turn his head.
”En, have you finished eating?”
”Uhh! — I've already finished it! Eh? ”Uncle, what are you thinking about?” The little boy tilted his head as he stared at the middle-aged man, looking extremely comical.
”Haha, uncle is thinking, how about staying here for a while …” He patted the boy's head again.
”Waiter, prepare a room –” The middle-aged man turned around and called out.
”Ok!” A waiter ran in from outside the room. The middle-aged man took out ten taels of silver and placed it on the table.
”Thank you Young Noble! — — This way please — —” He then led the two of them upstairs.