Chapter 69: Xu Yongs Personal Goods, Thirteen Punches of Desolation (1/2)
Chapter 69: Xu Yong's Personal Goods, Thirteen Punches of Desolation
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While Junior Leopard was advancing his martial arts realm leisurely in the Wu Family, the entire city of Qinlingjun and the whole martial arts world made a stir about the battle that was occurring just outside of the city's borders.
How could that have not been a big deal? Wang She and Lu Shaoyou started fighting against each other, resulting in the destruction of the city's main gate. The nearby streets were barely recognizable due to these two Level Eight martial artists fighting. But neither of them won.
It was evident that no one had anything to gain from that battle.
The most surprising part of this entire encounter was that, even though the White Blademaster Lu Shaoyou was badly hurt, he was still determined to get into the city to formally propose. Unfortunately, it was not Lu Shaoyu's lucky day, as he did not even know how the word had gotten out. They said that in this battle Lu Shaoyu sustained life-threatening wounds, which resulted in him being shut down in bed rest for about three years.
In other words, his ascent to a son-in-law would have to wait another three years.
”Ma Tianzhang's daughter is already 16. By the time Lu Shaoyu could propose, she will already be past her prime!”
”However, there is a certain flare to older women!”
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Soon after, a wave of lewd laughs could be heard.
In a typical teahouse within Qinlingjun City, which was well known for having a lot of talkers coming with a lot of information, the people inside were discussing the latest, hottest news. And now, the hottest news was naturally the clash between the two Level Eight experts as well as the inside story about what had actually happened.
”You are all acting like gossiping old ladies. How dare you talk about Miss Ma behind her back!?” Coldly said from distance, two men walked down from the second floor of the teahouse. To silence the area, they destroyed an empty table, with pieces of the table and tea leaves flying everywhere. Two unfortunate drinkers were struck in the mouth and fell to the floor, screaming in pain.
”Uncle Lin is here! Hello, Uncle Lin!” the drinkers said warmly after the awkward silence that followed the abrupt interruption.
He looked to be about in his mid-forties, wearing white clothing. On his face showed a hideous scar that most resembled a red centipede, which stretched from the corner of his left eye to his mouth, looking extremely ferocious.
This person was called Lin Sheng, otherwise known as the local bully. His main job was as a constable. But at ordinary times, he spent his time with all kinds of people in the town, making him quite an influential figure.
As someone from the government, it was natural to protect the governor's interests. As such, he would need to strike down any negative words made against Miss Ma.
However, when the compliments came rolling in, Lin Sheng just responded to them with a smile, for he did not care about that too much. Compared with these nobodies here, the young man who he was going to meet had boundless prospects. That was the one he needed to curry favor with.
”Old Zhen, reserve me a private room on the third floor. I have an important client coming in today and I would prefer to not be interrupted!” Lin Sheng said to the shopkeeper behind him.
”Of course, right away!” Old Zhen said while continuously nodding his head. He turned and went straight to reserve the room. Not much later, he came back and led Lin Sheng to the now-reserved room on the third floor, where Old Zhen prepared some tea. He bowed to Lin Sheng and then left, closing the door while on his way out.
After an incense worth of time, Old Cang, a man who was probably just past his sixties, came into the Tea House Inn with a youngster who was probably about 11 years old. Old Cang signaled the worker at the bar and they were pointed to the private room on the third floor.
By that point, Lin Sheng had already been waiting respectfully for some time. Once they came in, Lin Sheng quickly went to the youngster and exclaimed, ”Hello, Master Shi, you finally came!”
The youngster was Shi Jing. He had grown a bit since he was chosen by the Wu Family, but his face still showed a strong sense of pride and arrogance.
”Did you ask about the news clearly?” Shi Jin inquired.
Shi Jing shot a gaze at Lin Sheng, and then calmly went to sit down. Lin Sheng, while putting on his most pleased face, poured some tea.
”Yes, we got the message. The Zhao's carriages will arrive the day after tomorrow. However, the thing that you asked for is not on the list!” Lin Sheng replied.
Shi Jing angrily retorted, ”What do you mean it isn't?!”
Anyone could see that he was absolutely livid, and his sudden change in manner started to scare Lin Sheng. Lin Sheng consoled him. ”Well, you see, your item is with Zhao. The last time Master Zhao went back, he had the item in his possession. He never let it out of his sight, so...”
Hearing this, Shi Jing went from mad to gloomy and replied, ”So he had it all along. Then do you know where he has put it?”