Chapter 88: The Gentle Breeze and Bright Moon Blade
Chapter 88 Gentle Breeze and Bright Moon Blade
In the end, Bai Cen, Zhao Tong, and even that pig didn't get to ride in the carriage.
As Jiang Yutang drove the carriage, the scene from just moments ago still replayed in her mind—Wang Sumo asked her, "Yutang, how good are your martial arts skills?"
She thought for a moment, then glanced at Zhao Tong beside her, and replied calmly, "Barely."
She didn't know why Wang Sumo was asking.
But soon, Wang Sumo changed his question again: "What if we happen to encounter bandits or kidnappers on the road?"
She corrected herself: "It's acceptable."
With just those two sentences, only she and Wang Sumo rode back to Bazhenlou in the carriage together.
However, Wang Sumo still kept two horses.
Jiang Yutang drove the carriage while glancing back at the back of the carriage in a daze.
Over there was Zhao Tong, who also looked somewhat bewildered, and another person whose name she didn't recognize, the one who was holding a pig on a leash...
Jiang Yutang suddenly remembered what she had told Wang Sumo: "I want to stay at Bazhenlou for a while. I will decide when to leave, and I will leave the rest to you."
Jiang Yutang: "..."
Jiang Yutang suddenly realized that in the Bazhenlou Restaurant, Wang Sumo seemed to really have the final say.
The remaining two people might really have to ride horses while leading pigs...
Horses can walk very fast, but pigs cannot.
Jiang Yutang: "..."
Around dusk, the carriage returned to the Eight Treasures Pavilion.
Because it takes half a day to get to Liu Village, and even if you make a round trip, you have to stay overnight in the suburbs, the two old men had already set up the Bazhen Tower around dusk.
Weng He saw the carriage returning from afar, but it was clear that neither Zhao Tong nor Bai Cen was driving it.
Although Wang Sumo was also there, she was with another little girl.
People with experience like Weng He are generally not surprised by anything.
"Master." The old man stepped forward to help lead the horse.
"Grandpa Weng." Wang Sumo got off the carriage first, followed by Jiang Yutang.
"Grandpa, this is Yutang."
Wang Sumo didn't need to say it outright; Weng He already knew that the Eight Treasures Pavilion would be adding one more person.
“Senior Weng.” Jiang Yutang naturally knew that the person opposite him was Weng He, the Ghost-Seeing Sorrow of Zhenhu Division.
"The tea at Bazhenlou is ready. Come with the master for a cup of tea and a rest." Weng He took the reins from her.
Jiang Yutang wasn't familiar with the people at Bazhenlou yet, so she listened more and spoke less. When Old Master Weng spoke, she observed his expressions and responded politely after he finished speaking.
Weng He pretended not to notice.
But just before leaving, he asked Wang Sumo, "Where are those two guys?"
Those two guys refer to Zhao Tong and Bai Cen.
Jiang Yutang was waiting to see how Wang Sumo would respond.
Wang Sumo, however, looked relaxed and said with a smile, "The two of them are taking a walk with a pig."
This time, it was Weng and Jiang's turn to stand in the distance: "..."
Taking a walk with a pig?
Jiang Yutang: "..."
Jiang Yutang and Grandpa Weng looked at Wang Sumo together. Wang Sumo continued to smile and said, "Pigs walk slowly; they're going to go out for nightfall."
"Where is the old man?" Wang Sumo asked.
"Going fishing."
It's not surprising that the old man is fishing.
The old man could fish all day long, as long as he had a horse to talk to.
"Where did that girl come from?"
After Jiang Yutang had walked away, Weng He calmly asked about it.
Wang Sumo untied the reins and led the horse back to the Eight Treasures Pavilion, saying with a smile, "The kitchen is just short of servants."
Grandpa Weng gave a vague "Oh," then asked, "How long will you stay?"
Grandpa Weng's question hit the nail on the head. As Wang Sumo put on the rope, he turned to look at him. Grandpa Weng had a sharp eye and could tell the difference at a glance.
Wang Sumo stepped forward and said gently, "It's up to her."
Weng He understood and didn't ask any more questions.
The horses were hungry, so Wenghe fed them some grass.
Old Mr. Weng enjoys doing this work, finding it very therapeutic to watch horses graze, especially when a group of horses are grazing together.
"Is she an expert in everything?" Old Master Weng asked.
Wang Sumo looked at Old Master Weng with a smile. Old Master Weng didn't even turn around, but he knew he had guessed correctly.
"You went to Bai Xiaotong to gather information, who else would you bring back?" Old Master Weng had just finished feeding the grass and turned around: "Did she come on her own?"
Wang Sumo nodded. "She has some things to attend to and will be staying at Bazhenlou for a while. I don't know how long she'll be staying; it might be a long time, or it might be a short time."
She didn't hide it from Mr. Weng.
Grandpa Weng exclaimed, "Girl, your Bazhenlou restaurant is getting more and more interesting."
Wang Sumo smiled.
*
On the riverbank, Jiang Yutang watched the old man being taken from afar.
It must have rained lightly before, because the first floor of Bazhenlou was a bit damp, and there was a damp smell in the soil.
The old man sat on a horizontal, withered tree by the river, his back to the camera. He wore a straw hat and a straw raincoat, covering himself up completely, so only his weight could be roughly discerned.
This was the first time Jiang Yutang had seen him so closely, even if it was just his back...
She finally came to Bazhenlou.
Jiang Yutang turned around and didn't linger, afraid that the old man would notice.
But as Jiang Yutang turned around, the old man also glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of a figure dressed in bright red with her ponytail tied high.
Later, Wang Sumo stepped forward and asked, "Grandpa, are you still fishing?"
Wang Sumo sat down beside him.
The old man then took off his straw raincoat and hat: "Have people from Bazhenlou come?"
Wang Sumo explained, "A handyman came to help me wash the dishes in the kitchen, clean up the house in Bazhen Lou, and serve the dishes."
The old man slowly put away his fishing rod. He had been fishing all day and had caught a whole basketful.
When you're in a good mood, you can catch fish even without traversing mountains and clouds.
Cheating is only done if you can't catch anything!
Now that Wang Sumo is back, he's almost done with work.
"Where did this girl come from?" Old Master Qu should at least ask for a word. She had been secretly watching him for so long, thinking he didn't know.
They're acting furtively, but they probably don't have any bad intentions.
“He’s an expert in all aspects of the martial arts world,” Wang Sumo didn’t hide it from the old man.
Grandpa Weng could guess at a glance that it wouldn't be long before the old man's situation changed; it was just a matter of time. There was no need to hide it from the old man.
Hearing her mention this name, the old man also remembered what Weng He had said before about Bai Xiaotong. Moreover, the girl originally went to Bai Xiaotong to inquire about things, so it wasn't surprising that she brought someone back.
There are no secrets in the martial arts world.
If you want to get information from a knowledgeable person, you have to give something in return.
Bai Xiaotong probably wants to stay at Bazhenlou for a while.
The old man picked up his basket and stood up, then looked around: "Where are Bai Cen and Zhao Tong?"
Compared to Old Master Weng, Old Master Qu frowned. If those two hadn't come back with the girl, they were probably in trouble.
When Wang Sumo told him that Bai Cen had instigated Zhao Tong to take a pig from Liu Village, the old man laughed in exasperation.
"That brat!" Old Master Qu couldn't help but laugh.
There's nothing he can't do, nothing he can't think of!
"Alright, let him lead it back slowly. You've already made a mistake by leaving them two horses. They should have ridden that one back anyway, and it'll have been ridden to death by the pig. No need to kill it!"
Wang Sumo couldn't help but laugh.
The old man continued to mutter, "That troublemaker Bai Cen! I think we shouldn't eat that pig anymore. Let him ride it for a few days, let him be smug for a few days."
However, the old man did not show favoritism: "Zhao Tong was perfectly fine before, but after a few days he was also brainwashed by him. How long will it take to finish this whole pig? Even if the sun is cool, the pork can be kept for several more days?"
The old man was worried that the pork would spoil if he couldn't finish it, but the whole pig was so hot that the wok was smoking!
He didn't want the girl to be too tired in the first place, but now he's got his eye on a whole pig!
Today you can have a pig, tomorrow you can have a sheep or a cow!
Why doesn't he just fly to the sky?
When that brat comes back, I'll blast him straight to the sky with my Cloud-Piercing Mountain-Splitting Hand! Don't ever come back!
The old man, still muttering to himself, picked up the basket and went back.
Wang Sumo followed beside him, smiling.
Compared to that time when the old man was always confused and searching for the Vajra Pestle, the old man now seems to have a much more interesting life, even though he often quarrels with Bai Cen and Old Master Weng.
Perhaps things will be different after Jiang Yutang arrives?
Wang Sumo helped the old man hold the fishing rod, and when he looked up, he saw Jiang Yutang looking at the furnishings of the Bazhenlou restaurant not far away.
As Jiang Yutang was getting familiar with the Eight Treasures Restaurant, she suddenly felt something furry touching her feet.
I instinctively looked down and saw a small dog with completely black fur.
Jiang Yutang blinked. Where did such an ugly dog come from?
But the smaller the dog, the less afraid it is of strangers.
He stood there properly, tilting his head to look at her.
Jiang Yutang paused, and while hesitating, he looked around. Old Master Weng was downstairs watering the horses, and Wang Sumo and Old Master Qu seemed to have gone to the kitchen.
She hesitated for a moment, then took out a piece of dried beef shreds from her small crossbody bag, squatted down, and tore off a small strip for it.
The little black dog ate with relish, but very quickly.
In the blink of an eye, he was sitting up straight again.
Jiang Yutang thought for a moment, then tore off another strip for it. "Weiwu" ate it in two bites as usual, and then continued to look at her expectantly.
She doesn't talk much, and luckily the dog isn't very noisy either.
She fed it a lot of the dried beef in her hand, and it kept eating.
She kept feeding him.
Before I knew it, I had finished the whole small piece.
Eating beef can cause bloating, and Jiang Yutang was a little worried because the animal was so small.
"Its name is Mighty." Wang Sumo was just coming upstairs.
When Jiang Yutang saw her, she was about to get up, but when she saw that Wang Sumo had also squatted down, "Weiwu" went to rub against Wang Sumo.
It's a very close-kind dog.
“I fed it this much,” she told Wang Sumo truthfully.
Dogs don't starve to death, they just overeat.
Especially puppies.
"Won't we overfeed him?" Jiang Yutang asked with some concern.
Wang Sumo looked at her and couldn't help but smile. He could tell from these small details that she was a very meticulous, cautious, and conscientious person.
Unlike Bai Cen, who married Master Qu and Zhao Tong, this person is different.
He's somewhat like Grandpa Weng, but with a touch more seriousness and meticulousness than the casual Grandpa Weng.
"No, it eats quite a lot," Wang Sumo reassured her.
Jiang Yutang was relieved. It was obvious from her expression that she didn't have much to hide.
She has a personality somewhat like Zhao Tong's—a bit aloof and not very talkative. If you talk to her for a long time, she might feel a little uncomfortable.
"Is crucian carp a contraindication? Grandpa caught a lot of crucian carp, so we'll make crucian carp soup tonight." Wang Sumo stood up.
She shook her head.
As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches in August, the moon is bright and the stars are few.
Through the openwork of the railing, Jiang Yutang saw the old man piling up firewood and boiling water.
The fish basket next to it was full of crucian carp, which should be the crucian carp soup that Wang Sumo said she would make later.
— Your maternal grandfather loved chicken the most and hated fish the most.
Jiang Yutang frowned slightly.
Just then, Old Master Weng stepped forward, wanting to take some boiling water from the kettle that Old Master Fu was boiling water from, but they refused! Old Master Fu was protecting the water.
Jiang Yutang blinked in confusion.
— Your maternal grandfather was a kind and helpful man, especially willing to go to great lengths for his friends.
It seems that everything is different from what my grandmother said.
*
Zhao Tong and Bai Cen rode horses, leading pigs, the moonlight falling on them. They weren't tired, but the pigs were.
The pig seemed to have lost all will to live!
"Old Zhao, have you thought of a name for your knife?" Bai Cen asked, holding the pig in one hand and the horse's reins in the other.
With pigs around, even two horses can't walk fast.
Zhao Tong shook his head: "No."
"Old Zhao, you need to come up with a more catchy name!" Bai Cen urged.
The name "fish-slaughtering knife" comes from its original use in butchering fish; he just casually coined the term, and later, the term "fish-slaughtering knife" became common in the martial arts world.
But right now, all that's around is Bai Cen, him, and this pig.
Or perhaps, "a butcher's knife?"
Bai Cen burst out laughing.
Zhao Tong also laughed.
He seems to be gradually getting used to being with Bai Cen.
"Old Zhao, that's so unrefined." Bai Cen looked up and saw a bright moon overhead: "Hey, how about calling it the Bright Moon Blade?"
"Okay." For Zhao Tong, it made no difference anyway.
On horseback, Bai Cen continued his performance: "Gentle Breeze!"
Zhao Tong looked at him, and Bai Cen said leisurely, "How can a bright moon be without a gentle breeze? A gentle breeze and a bright moon~"
Bai Cen smiled and looked at Zhao Tong: "How about the Qingfeng Mingyue Blade, Old Zhao?"
Zhao Tong thought of his fish-slaughtering knife and pig-slaughtering knife, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Bai Cen said again, "How about the Gentle Breeze and Bright Moon Butcher's Knife?" No sooner said than done, Zhao Tong pulled out his Gentle Breeze and Bright Moon Butcher's Knife!
Zhao Tong couldn't help but burst out laughing.
With the moon bright and the stars few, Zhao Tong began to like the name "Clear Breeze, Bright Moon, and Pig-Slaughtering Knife"...
[Author's Note]
Pig: Click on me! The name of the murder weapon has even been revealed!
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