Chapter 963 Pulling Hair from a Tiger's Mouth
Before Song Chunxue could turn her head, Master Han knocked her unconscious with a single move, and she collapsed limply to the ground.
Zhang Chengxuan subconsciously reached out his hand, and the next moment he saw Han Dao lift Song Chunxue up from a distance, throw her onto the bed inside, and then close the door.
Then, he said expressionlessly, "She had been drinking, and when she smelled it after dawn, people said she was drunk."
Lord Zhao murmured, "You should at least be a little gentler."
"If it were someone else, I would just knock her out and then kindly bring her into the house?" Master Han snorted. "Unlike Lord Zhao, who is so chivalrous and gentle. In the capital, he had women on both sides of him. Even the madams of brothels weren't as busy as you, and they didn't have your charming smiles."
Lord Zhao was speechless. Pointing at Taoist Han, he said to Zhang Chengxuan, "Is he a donkey? Why is he glaring at me for no reason? I didn't provoke him."
Master Zhang shrugged. "I don't know."
Watching Master Han's departing figure, he walked up to Lord Zhao and said, "Take care before dawn and get some rest. Isn't Senior Brother going to work on the jade mine tomorrow?"
Lord Zhao put his hands behind his back and said, "He's reminded me. I was just wondering where to take those corrupt officials for drinks. I think a brothel would be perfect. Good junior brother, you've probably never been to such a place before. Would you like to come with me to broaden your horizons?"
"..." Zhang Chengxuan opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhao Jin, his thoughts racing in the blink of an eye, "Okay, should we bring our junior brother along?"
"No," Lord Zhao said decisively, walking forward. "If Master Han finds out that we took our junior brother to a place like that, it won't just be a matter of him giving us a cold shoulder; we might even get a beating."
Zhang Chengxuan caught a glimpse of a fleeting hem of clothing in the distance out of the corner of his eye, and chuckled dryly, "That's true. How about we find a more respectable place?"
He felt that even if he didn't call him "junior brother," he would still get a beating.
"How is this indecent? We're men, and Master never said we couldn't go to places like that. Besides, it's the best way to bribe those lust-blinded people. I've always done this in the capital, and it hasn't affected my being a Taoist priest, has it?"
Zhang Chengxuan's eyelids twitched violently twice. He agreed verbally, but in his heart he was already planning what excuse he should use to avoid going tomorrow.
Although he knew Zhao's character well—a man who could be a womanizer without ever getting entangled with anyone—he had also witnessed such a scene in the capital.
But... they are now under someone's control, and he is not unaware of Master Han's temper.
Isn't this like pulling the tiger's hair out of its head?
The next day, at the dinner table.
Song Chunxue rubbed her aching shoulders, looking dejected.
Unexpectedly, after drinking some alcohol that evening, I felt unwell all over.
She seems to have gone outside, but then again, she doesn't seem to have.
But she didn't wet the bed, so why didn't she wake up from suffocating after drinking so much alcohol?
Belatedly, she realized that the atmosphere today was a bit strange.
Those five rascals were cunning enough to sense that things were going badly. After having breakfast in the kitchen, they were already chatting and laughing, practicing martial arts, and climbing trees in the yard.
She noticed that everyone was eating extremely slowly today, and the two senior brothers were exchanging glances from time to time.
Master Han, who always ate very little, slowly sipped his tea, showing no intention of leaving.
Curious, Song Chunxue wondered what they were hiding from her, so she slowly ate the salted radish without leaving.
"Master Han, weren't you going to the mountain to see an old friend today?" Lord Zhao casually reminded him, "Now is the perfect time to go."
Master Zhang got up and stepped out of the room.
Master Han raised his eyes. "No rush."
Song Chunxue turned her head and saw Master Zhang waving at her.
She put down her chopsticks and followed him out.
“Take your disciples out for a stroll in the streets. Are you thinking of going home? See what you can buy for the children.” Master Zhang walked straight out. “I want to buy some cinnabar and gold powder. There are new talismans in the books Master gave me. I should practice them as soon as possible.”
Song Chunxue watched him walk quickly, "Slow down, why are you running? We're not in a hurry..."
"Zhang Chengxuan, where did you go?"
Just then, Zhao's voice, filled with exasperation, fear, and anger, came from behind.
"Zhang Chengxuan, Song Chunxue, come back!"
This time, Song Chunxue realized that her senior brother was feeling guilty. It seemed that Lord Zhao had been beaten.
She hurried back, "Let's go see what's going on."
They had just run to the door when they saw several young disciples also going to see what was going on, so Master Zhang quickly stopped them.
Lord Zhao is such a proud man; if his disciples saw him being beaten by Master Han, he would definitely be upset for a while.
“Don’t go in. Let your uncle go and check on him,” Master Zhang said solemnly. “Master Han is in a bad mood right now. You’d better not provoke him.”
The others were fine and were quickly intimidated, but Tu Dan'er was really curious. He grabbed Zhang Daozhang's arm, jumped up, and peered inside.
"Why does this sound so much like the way Master beat us back then? Could it be that Lord Zhao has offended Master Han? Uncle Zhao is a noble young master from the capital, always elegant and handsome. He wouldn't make such a commotion unless he really beat him badly," Tu Dan'er chuckled. "Should I go in and take a look?"
Over here, Song Chunxue rushed into the house, but was so frightened that she sat down on the ground as soon as she entered. Her scalp tingled, and she turned around and crawled out.
"Clang!"
Master Han suddenly closed the door from the inside, almost trapping Song Chunxue's hand.
She leaned against the door, watching nervously as her senior brother was suspended in the air by a black snake as thick as a water vat, and thought to herself, no wonder he was so frightened.
However, she felt a strange mix of fear and amusement.
What did he do to Master Han that he could so thoroughly enrage the snake?
When she was a child, she would hear stories about snakes from the elders every year on the Dragon Boat Festival, which was the fifth day of the fifth lunar month. She had a strong sense of revenge, and the story that impressed her the most was about a child who dug up a snake's nest.
The old snake returned and, following the scent, found the child's house. The child's mother had already planned ahead; she had the child upside down in a water vat. The old snake returned and coiled around the water vat, its body as red and hot as a branding iron.
Then the old snake left, and when the child's mother opened the water vat, she found her child had been burned to ashes...
As a result, every year on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, she would take great initiative to tie flower ropes, for fear of being entangled by snakes.
Fortunately, the snake was black, not red-hot.
"Junior brother, I can't persuade this old snake anymore. Please plead for me. It's not good to be carried around like this. I'm scared to death."
The old snake had its mouth gripping the back of Lord Zhao's robe, leaving his entire body suspended in mid-air from the roof beam—a truly bizarre sight.
"Senior Brother, please shut up. If you add fuel to the fire, be careful..." Song Chunxue pleaded, leaning against the door. "Speak nicely and be polite. You've got some skills to make Master Han so angry."
"Why don't you tell me, what exactly did you do wrong?"
"Bang!"
The next moment, Master Han released his grip, and Lord Zhao fell straight to the ground.
Song Chunxue thought to herself that the reason he didn't float up was probably because he wanted to admit his mistake.
If he falls and hurts himself, perhaps Master Han's anger will lessen.
"He actually thought of going to brothels like you to bribe those corrupt officials with money and women. He's utterly degrading himself, courting death, and disgracing our Taoist sect!"
Master Han transformed back into human form and pointed his bone chain whip at Lord Zhao, saying, "Today, I will completely rid you of this problem on behalf of your master."
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