Chapter 62: The Qingwei Sect 2 (1/2)
Chapter 62: The Qingwei Sect (2)
Translator: Dragon Rider
The Qingwei Sect was vast. The two of them met a lot of people along the way, all of whom addressed Zu Zhichong as ”Elder Sect-brother”. It had never crossed He Zheng's mind that this seemingly devil-may-care guy was such a high-ranking member of the Qingwei Sect, but after some extra thinking, he felt that this made sense, since Zu Zhichong would never have been recruited to SMB if he were not powerful.
”What did you just say to your master shifu?”
”Ah?” Zu Zhichong stroked his head. In an inkling that things were about to take an unfavorable turn, he hurriedly pointed at a house in front of them with an intention to change the topic. ”Cutie, my sect-uncle is waiting for you right in this house. Go inside. Hurry!”
”What about you?” He Zheng was on the alert.
”I'll go and get my sect-uncle something to eat to bribe him. Wait here. I'll be back in a minute.”
Zu Zhichong ran away like the wind. Before leaving, he exhorted He Zheng not to walk around.
He Zheng frowned, feeling somewhat strange, but soon he relaxed in the knowledge that Zu Zhichong didn't dare to play any tricks on him.
Though He Zheng was a bad-tempered man, Zhu Ning taught him well, so he was fairly polite. Instead of kicking the door open, he had the courtesy to knock.
He waited for several minutes but there was deathly hush inside the house.
He Zheng knocked again. ”Elder, I'm here to learn exorcism from you. My name is He Zheng. Are you in there?”
”What are you doing out here, kiddo?” A young man standing behind He Zheng poked him on the shoulder with his finger.
He Zheng twisted his head around and saw that a young man, in a white Taoist robe, with a bun on top of his head and a big drumstick in his oily hand, was standing under the tree.
The man took a bite of the drumstick and mumbled, ”Are you here to see Xuanqing?”
”Yeah.” He Zheng, uncertain about the identity of this person, blandly gave a bob of his head.
The young man grunted ”Oh” and then said, ”I'm afraid you'll have to waste your trip. He's not in the mood for seeing anybody right now.”
”Who are you?” He Zheng was somewhat hesitant.
The young man seemed even more bad-tempered than He Zheng was. He kicked the door open and walked into the house, showing a total disregard for He Zheng.
Before entering, he casually tossed the drumstick aside, which nearly hit He Zheng's foot. Seeing this, He Zheng was also annoyed.
”Hey–Wait! What are you doing, Cutie?!” Zu Zhichong carrying a lunch box was startled and hurriedly stopped He Zheng when he saw that He Zheng, with a sullen face, was about to kick the door.
”I'm kicking the door.” He Zheng impassively kicked the door open.
The young man inside was taken aback. As if unable to believe that He Zheng had dared to kick his door, he flew into a temper and lost control of himself.
”How dare you kick my door!”
”What are you going to do about it? Hit me?”