Chapter 657: The History of the Old Poisonous Man (2)
Amidst the ridicule and jeers, several men in black brocade clothes had surrounded Du Buqin. Their breath was cold and the oppressive feeling was creepy.
A man in black pointed a sword at Du Buqin's nose with murderous intent, "You dare to touch the carrier pigeons in Wangque Tower? Are you seeking death?"
The corner of Du Buqun's mouth twitched unseen. He lowered his head to look at the dead bird hanging around his waist, and only then discovered that there was indeed a bamboo tube as thin as half a finger tied under the dead bird's claws. He guessed that the letter was inside.
His uncle was used to catching rabbits, snakes and birds in the mountains, so he would subconsciously hit something when he saw it flying overhead.
What the hell, a carrier pigeon?
Who knows that all the birds flying over Fengyun City have owners?
With a sad face, Du Buqin pulled down the small bamboo tube and threw it over. "You can take the letter, but keep the dead bird. It's already dead anyway, and you can't bring it back to life. It's a waste to throw it away. Dad can keep it and roast it to eat and satisfy his hunger."
"I'm not even going to punish you for killing the carrier pigeon. Even if it's dead, it's still my Wangque Tower property. How can you just take it away? Bring it to me!"
"I'm guilty of your crime! I've been wandering around the world for decades and have committed countless crimes. You, my grandson, are nothing to me! You want this dead bird? Kneel down and call me daddy, and I'll give it to you!" Du Bu'er was furious, his face darkened and a ferocious look appeared on his face.
We are all gangsters, who are we acting like superiors in front of?
It’s just a line. If Dad takes a step back, he’d be considered a coward!
The men in black clanged their swords and those who were watching the show found a good place to watch the show safely.
Du Buqin sneered, turned around and took three steps back to hide behind Duan Dao. He poked his head out and pointed his hand forward, "See? You're bullying others by taking advantage of your power! You're bullying the minority by your numbers! You bastards, come on! Their swords are not as short as yours, go and vent your anger for your father!"
Duan Dao stood with his arms folded, his sharp eyes dark under his messy hair. He ignored the old poisonous creature's random shouting, and just when those swords attacked him, he turned the hilt of the sword and swung the Moon-Drinking Sword forward.
The movements were casual, as if a light stroke was made in mid-air, and several sharp swords were broken at that sound.
The broken blade made a sound when it fell to the ground, but the surroundings were extremely quiet. By the time everyone came to their senses and started to make a noise again, the man and Du Buqun were no longer there.
"You coward! If you win with one move, you should pursue the victory. Why are you running away? Others will think that I am a coward and ran away. Where will I put my face? How can I survive in the city in the future? Ouch!" Du Buqin fell to the ground with his butt, stopped yelling and looked around.
There is no good wall, and no good tile.
This is a dilapidated temple that has been abandoned for who knows how many years.
The kind-looking Bodhisattva sitting in the temple had half of his face missing, and his eyes, eyebrows, and forehead were all covered with tangled spider webs. There was also a collapsed incense burner in front of his seat, which must have been kicked by some deceived believer.
Du Buqin stood up, patted his butt, and walked out. "I just saw an inn in the city. Let's go and sleep on the king bed."
"Live here and make do." A man's cold and deep voice came from the side, making Du Buni so angry that he jumped up and down, tears almost coming out.
"What the hell is this? What's wrong with you? I've never stayed in an inn since I came with you. Every time I stayed in a big or small temple, I almost forgot what it's like to sleep in a bed! Can you be a little more filial and at least let me stay in the city for one night? I want to have some hot soup!"
The man sat down against the wall, holding his knife and closing his eyes. "Roast the bird."
“…”This is a midnight snack.
I won’t give it to you even if I roast it. One pigeon is not enough to fill my stomach.
Du Buqin stood there with his hands on his hips, staring at the man who was pretending to be asleep. It took him a long time to calm himself down.
Finally, with a sour face, he went to find firewood to make a fire and roast the pigeon.
The two have been together for more than four years. No one knows Gouwu's temper better than him, and he is the one who says what he means.
I don't know how he got this shape, but he has a very stubborn temper.
Since he said he would live in the dilapidated temple, he would definitely not go anywhere else.
Night had fallen outside the dilapidated temple. A bonfire was burning inside. The aroma of meat in the air gradually became stronger, covering up the musty smell that had accumulated in the temple for many years.
After letting the freshly roasted pigeon dry, Du Buqin tore off two of the bird's legs and handed the rest to the man.
Seeing that the other party didn't say anything, Silently reached out to take the food. Du Buwei's old face was gloomy, and he reluctantly stuffed a bird leg into his mouth. "Forget it, I won't bother with you. A roasted pigeon is the size of a palm. After removing the bones, the meat is less than two taels, just a little more than the meat on the bird leg... Humph, Dad is a good father, he loves his son!"
Broken Blade raised his black eyes to look at him, took the bird leg, and stuffed it into the mouth of the man who liked to call himself dad, "I'll go to the city to find a job tomorrow."
"..." Du Bujin held the second bird's leg in his hand. This time, he ate it slowly and carefully, humming, "Look for it. A gentleman can't live without money. We agreed that Daddy won't sell medicine."
"There is a river four miles to the west where you can bathe." Duan Dao said this and then said nothing more.
After Du Buqin extinguished the bonfire, he walked out of the dilapidated temple with his hands behind his back, and left under the starlight and moonlight. "I'm going to take a shower, no need to wait for me!"
After the noise outside died down, Duan Dao slowly opened his eyes again and sighed silently in the darkness, with a faint sense of helplessness in his voice.
Poison cannot harm that kind of person, he is going to cause trouble again.
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"It's so cold at night, who wants to bathe in the river? There are obviously better places! Humph, you think you are a gentleman with principles, but I don't! Good people don't live long!"
Du Buzin didn't even go to the west to look for any river. He ran towards Fengyun City as soon as he left Duan Dao's sight.
After entering the city, look for Wangque Tower.
Fengyun City is still bustling and noisy at night, but unlike the violent atmosphere during the day, the scene at night is unusually harmonious.
People who don't know the truth would think that Fengyun City during the day is not the same place as Fengyun City at night.
Du Buqin didn't care about these things. He moved around on the roofs of various buildings and soon found the Wangque Tower in the south city.
The most luxurious restaurant on the street is.
"So it's a restaurant! Hehehehe!"
As noises were heard from the restaurant's kitchen, the soft and lingering piano music from upstairs suddenly stopped.
Bai Xiaofeng sat beside the guqin, his handsome face cold and gloomy. Under the wide sleeves of his moon robe, he aimed his small crossbow straight at the ghostly shadow that appeared on the windowsill. "You're courting death again and again, and you're so eager to reincarnate?"
The dark figure carrying the large cloth bag froze on the windowsill for a moment. "Oops, I found the wrong door. What a misunderstanding! I'm leaving now!"
"The bag stays."
"Budai, stay, stay, stay your dad! Let's go!"
Before he finished speaking, Du Buwei flashed away, taking advantage of the window leaves to quickly leap into the night and escape. After he ran away, his arrogance grew, "Grandson! You want to catch your father? Go back to the furnace and retrain yourself! Hehehehe!"
Bai Xiaofeng narrowed his snake-like eyes, and a sinister look flashed in his eyes. He stood up with his hand on the guqin, walked slowly to the open stained glass window, and quietly looked at the night ahead.
After a moment, the corner of his lips raised, "Poison cannot harm you. I will grant your wish and let you go back to the furnace and be remade!"
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