Chapter 222

“Is it still a martial arts world if you don’t drink tea?”

"Necessary caution is more important than etiquette. When you are in the underworld, you should be cautious about invitations from strangers and food given by strangers. Compared with safety, etiquette is not that important." The underworld is not the underworld in novels. No one will salute before fighting, and there will be no enemies playing turn-based games when there are many against one. Weapons are not invincible. Weapons will break, people will get tired, feel pain, lose, and even die.

"Hey, isn't this what my mother often told me when I was a child, don't open the door to strangers, don't eat food given by strangers?" The little disciple said to himself.

"Master's words are far from simple. Don't open doors and don't eat anything you don't want to eat. That's something only children need to remember." The senior brother, who was ranked twelfth in the sect but the most senior among the traveling personnel, solemnly instructed his fellow junior brothers and sisters, "We are all experienced people in the martial arts world. How could we be fooled by such a trick aimed at children?"

"The principle is the same. Adults have their own scams." The leader shook his head: "The simpler the scam, the higher the success rate." If you don't understand, you can ask. Don't pretend to know. It's shameful to lead others astray after you have gone astray yourself.

"Master is right!" The twelfth senior brother was not embarrassed at all and immediately changed his words and agreed, "It's hard to prevent the simplest things like opening a door and eating. It's like drinking tea. If the tea is poisonous, you'll die."

"But, this person is here..." the young disciple said in a low voice.

"Hey, our master personally invited him, why shouldn't he come?" The twelfth senior brother slapped the young disciple on the back of the head, snatched the tea from his hand, and handed it respectfully to the headmaster: "Can you speak?"

"They have the ability to leave." The head monk took the teacup with a smile: "But I won't talk about this. Tell me first, what did you see before?" For some things, it is slower to learn if you teach them step by step. It is better to let them try it themselves. After all, they are just expressing their own opinions. There will be no serious consequences if they are wrong.

"He, he was observing the surroundings before he came in. He was probably trying to determine whether the environment was dangerous or not, and was also considering a retreat route!"

"Well, what else?"

"His lower body is very stable and he knows martial arts!"

"He chose a spot near the window so he could jump out and escape!"

"He just looked at us and even pulled up his sleeves. He must have a weapon hidden inside..."

The disciples talked about their discoveries in a flurry. One of them, who had been to the stable, even mentioned Bei Qiao's carriage. Although the carriage looked ordinary from the outside, it carried a lot of unconventional weapons, all placed in convenient locations. No matter where you stood in the carriage, you would not be left unarmed.

"This guy is such a coward..." Senior Brother Twelve concluded: He made so many preparations before daring to meet the Sect Leader. Can the people outside eat him?

"Whether you're a coward or a capable person, you all have to learn from this. Otherwise, you'll have to control your curiosity in the future, lest you get tricked." The head of the sect looked out the window at Bei Qiao's back as he left in a carriage. "Also, keep your cards close to your chest."

So many disciples, yet not a single one recognized this person as a woman? Never mind, there's no rush to improve eyesight; it's enough to teach them to be cautious first.

The headmaster was upstairs teaching his disciples, while Bei Qiao was downstairs paying for some flowers for Hui Hui. Hong Hong and the Qiao family's pony weren't big eaters, but Bei Qiao still bought them some flowers; it didn't matter if they ate them or not; they had to have some anyway.

The pony of the Qiao family who usually only eats food and grass: How can flowers be eaten... Hmm, they seem to taste pretty good?

After leaving Baihuafang, Beiqiao sat in the carriage, leaning against the window to look out. The horse sent by the Qiao family was still the same as before, quite dedicated but not very noticeable, not as lively as Huihui, probably because he was not familiar with Beiqiao.

Bei Qiao bought a lot of dried flowers, so Baihuafang gave her a scarecrow with flowers to plant on it. Hidden in the straw were some flower seeds, which would bloom with water. Seeing the pony's back was a bit empty, Bei Qiao simply covered the scarecrow with a cape and a mask and placed it on the horse's back as a decoration. It actually looked quite decent, like someone on horseback guarding the carriage.

On the way, Bei Qiao felt that there seemed to be too much attention on him, and suddenly an idea came to him. Sitting in the carriage, Bei Qiao opened the Chamber of Commerce interface, hired another group of players, and issued a mission to leave the city.

The players who had completed the quest yesterday hadn't left the city yet. Bei Qiao waited for a quarter of an hour until all the players who had received the quest arrived. A double-drawn carriage, scented with the fragrance of flowers, was surrounded by players and ostentatiously departed the city gates under the watchful eyes of those in Zhuyue City.

The two carriages, escorted by a line of players, left the city in a grand procession. Then, just like last night, the players left one after another along the road, disappearing into corners in all directions.

"I knew it!" The second-rate guy who followed secretly was surprised: "This guy is not from a noble family at all, he just rented a group of people as a front, hey!" But people like this have a lot of money, they are not afraid of being held accountable later after robbing!

"Are we really going to rob him? Shopkeeper Yin..." The nephew who was coaxed and dragged here by the scoundrel stood aside timidly, holding a knife, looking hesitant.

"Tsk, what does a lucky little bitch know? As long as we rob this guy, we won't have to work as a laborer anymore. Wearing this pretty boy's clothes and pretending to be rich, what kind of wealth and glory can't he deceive? By then, let alone the Qizhen Pavilion, even the immortal cultivation will be in his grasp!" The second-rate guy licked his lips and said, "The bold will die of overeating, and the timid will die of starvation! If you are willing to do odd jobs for others all your life, kowtow and be a slave for a few copper coins, never eat delicacies in your life, and be a servant who no one will care about if you die with a clean face, then shut up and get out of here!"

"I……"

"Never mind you, I'm going first!" The scoundrel rushed forward, brandishing a boning knife he'd stolen from the kitchen. "I'm clearing this route... Oh my god! Sir, spare me!" Just a moment ago, he'd seen a scarecrow on horseback behind him, and how had it suddenly become a constable? He'd just become a bandit and been caught red-handed. What a nightmare!

The official staff member who was called by Beiqiao to report to the police, the current constable Wang of Zhuyue City: I have completed this month’s performance, I am so happy.

Of course, it was not only Erliuzi and his group who were attracted by Bei Qiao, but the others ran a little slower than Erliuzi. After seeing him being caught, they immediately ran away in all directions. Some people had not had time to jump out of the dark, so they simply stayed where they were, intending to see what happened next.

They certainly didn't want to fall prey to officials, but that presupposed a lack of substantial benefits. If someone found a tempting amount of money in the carriage, the seemingly peaceful situation would be shattered. Constables are human, and two fists can't defeat four, let alone a single person surrounded by ambushes. Assaulting officials is a serious crime, yet every year, officials are attacked and even killed by criminals.

"What are they waiting for?" The players who were also lurking nearby had already started the next stage of the task very skillfully. In order to facilitate communication with each other, they worked together in groups of two. One of them opened the forum to communicate with other players in the task group, while the other kept an eye on the situation outside, ready to jump up and drag his companions to escape at any time: "Luckily, it's not hot or cold today." Lurking only looks cool on the screen, but it is very hard to do in reality.

"What are we waiting for? Waiting for a chance to devour the others, a pack of hyenas." The player, wrapped in his cloak, peeked out and took a breath. "Huh? Why is the chat group interface still there?"

"Obviously, we are far enough away from the others that it won't affect the forum."

"... Shit, didn't I suffer in vain just now?" The player's cloak was dark in color and made of airtight material. Since it covered the entire area, it could isolate the forum interface from other people's influence. He wrapped himself tightly from head to toe, and as a result, he almost got heatstroke in this cool autumn.

As they spoke, the other players had already begun to take action. To minimize the impact of causality, the players would not proactively attack others, but if the natives attacked them, the players would happily fight back: "If you attack me, I'm not attacking you, I'm resisting you, understand? Watch this!"

The natives expressed their unwillingness to understand and expressed deep regret for their actions today. They had originally thought Bei Qiao was just an ordinary swindler with a little money, a fat sheep with plenty of oil and water. They hadn't expected the little fat sheep to transform into a big bad wolf, not only failing to let them reap the benefits, but also leaving them battered and bruised.

The natives, who had resorted to wicked tactics and were brutally beaten, responded: "You're a noble son of an aristocratic family. Can't you just use your power to overpower others? Why do you have to play the empty city tactic with us? Are you trying to show off your brains? Okay, you're awesome, okay?"

"Asshole!" One of the natives, whether acting or genuinely mad, threw a dagger towards the carriage. The dagger pierced the crowd, passed through the window, and accurately pierced the figure reflected in the curtains. However, no screams were heard from inside.

After a while, the figures in the carriage began to move. Arms made of straw lifted the curtain, and a scarecrow with a small flower on its head and a dagger in its chest poked its head out. It slowly turned around the window with the center of the window as the origin, and then lowered the curtain.

Natives: “…” Is this some new form of sarcasm?