Chapter 295 Zhao Duan: This young master sees that you are not willing to accept my toast and will drink the penalty wine
The person Zhao Duan was looking for was Mr. Song from Taicang County, who was also the current elder of the Linfeng Song branch.
Songjiazhuang is where the Song clan members live. Although it is located in the countryside, it is surrounded by mountains and rivers and is as grand as a small town.
The roads outside Zhuangzi are all smooth paved with stones.
From a distance, the buildings that have a slight Jiangnan style appear to be connected into one piece.
They all have white walls and black tiles, and there are even a few two-story buildings scattered on the ground. The land and houses are flat and neat.
When the group arrived outside the village, they simply got off the car and walked.
The old man in a white robe, Lu Qingfeng, walked beside Zhao Duan and led the way, with an expression of emotion:
"After more than ten years, this place is even better than before."
Zhao Duan said leisurely with his hands behind his back:
"The people here seem much richer than those in other places."
Xu Junling pursed his lips and smiled faintly:
"Since it's next to a silver mine, even if you don't get greedy or rob people, and just do some convenient things, you won't be poor. Apart from other things, this farm is clean and tidy. Even if it were located along the Huai River, it would be considered upper-middle class.
"This... young lady, I do understand why the owner of the Song family dared to keep Master Lu as the master of the manor. I guess he is not short of money."
The grassroots security in Dayu is poor, so it is considered good if the clerks do not cause trouble to the village.
Not to mention that there are always bandits and bullies, so even if the rural families are educated, they will pool their money to support some warriors in order to protect themselves.
Normally, these people would be invited to teach martial arts to the young and strong men in the family.
With the financial resources of Songjiazhuang, it is not surprising that they can invite some martial arts masters, even cultivators, to take charge.
Lu Qingfeng smiled without saying anything, as if he agreed.
At this time, as the group approached, they had attracted the attention of some people living near the village, but they all stood vigilantly and looked at it from afar, without moving forward.
However, there was an open space in the village, separated by a fence where morning glories and chrysanthemums were planted. It was square and sounds of playfulness could be heard from inside.
Zhao Duan wanted to ask for directions, so he walked closer.
But suddenly, a huge rattan ball flew out from behind the fence with a "whoosh" sound and hit everyone.
"Bang." Zhao Duan opened his five fingers, raised his hand and caught the sepak takraw ball in his hand. He was slightly surprised and realized that someone was playing Cuju.
"Ah, it flew out again!"
"Brother Xiaowu, you are like this again..."
"Haha, who told me I'm good at Kung Fu and have strong legs? I'll just pick it up."
A burst of laughter came from inside the fence wall that was taller than a person.
Then, the half-open fence door was pushed open, and a strong young man about seventeen or eighteen years old ran out.
He wore a short shirt, a belt inlaid with jade, and his hair was tied up in a messy manner.
He glanced around and saw a group of people outside, his frivolous expression visibly froze for a moment.
Her gaze was instinctively attracted to Xu Junling. She swallowed secretly, her eyes shining brightly.
Then he caught a glimpse of Zhao Duan, who was dressed like a rich young man, and the sepak takraw in his hand.
"Where did this beautiful sister come from? She actually picked up my ball?"
The muscular young man smiled playfully and just stared at Xu Junling.
Attracted by the sound, more than twenty young men swarmed out from inside the fence.
They were all in their teens and twenties, staring at the group of strangers in surprise.
Xu Junling's demeanor was natural, without the usual woman's timidity. She pursed her lips and smiled:
"He's quite sweet-talking, but I wasn't the one who picked up the ball."
As he spoke, he looked to the side.
Zhao Duan smiled and said:
"You almost hit someone with the ball. It's one thing you didn't know how to apologize, but you even mistook the wrong person... Haha, whatever. Young man, we're here to find Mr. Song. Can you show me the way to that house? And I'll return the sepak takraw ball to you, okay?"
Looking for the Juren Master?
The young men were not surprised that more and more people came to visit the elders.
The burly young man known as "Little Fifth Brother" then glanced at him, and seemed to think that the man and woman in front of him were a couple. His expression became slightly cold, and he did not respond at all.
Still smiling playfully, he said to Xu Junling:
"Where is this sister from? What do you want to see my uncle for? Are you here to visit me because of his reputation?"
Xu Junling smiled and gave Zhao Duan a smug look, as if to say:
Look, they don't even pay any attention to you. Our King Zhao has no face left after leaving the capital... Look at this princess.
The princess won the game.
She smiled sweetly, gracefully and gently:
"We have something to ask and would like to visit Mr. Song. Please lead the way, sir."
Zhao Duan looked at her in surprise. This scheming little princess actually deliberately choked her voice!
Is it fun to tease a country boy?
The burly young man smiled, his eyes rolled again, and he said with a grin:
"Since my sister asked, of course I can. But the manor doesn't accept outsiders. Also, I don't like this guy. He's waiting outside and he has to return the sepak takraw to me... Oh, and he has to apologize to me."
The young man raised his hand and pointed his finger at Zhao Duan, looking very proud.
Among the group of young Cuju players behind him, an older one frowned slightly and wanted to speak, but the others spoke first:
"That's right! Men can't do that!"
"Fifth Brother is right, women are allowed into the village, but men are not!"
"Give the ball back!"
Amid the noise, the old man in a plain robe, Lu Qingfeng, felt a pang in his heart and thought to himself that something was wrong.
The burly man with a sword on his waist and the ordinary-looking swordswoman in her thirties turned their heads to look at "Zhao Yanwang" at the same time, their expressions showing a bit of caution:
"Young Master..."
Amidst the shouts of the domineering young farmer.
Zhao Duan's eyes narrowed slowly, and the faint smile on his face became brighter. He said softly:
"Apologize?"
Following the spear and stick instructor in the village to learn martial arts, the strong young man, who was much stronger than his peers and thought he was a martial arts genius, was used to being domineering. Seeing that this young man just smiled, he could not help but become more arrogant:
"That's right, don't pretend I didn't hear you. You said I don't know etiquette..."
"Is that so?" Zhao Duan said, smiling and extending his right hand that was holding the sepak takraw ball.
"In that case, I'll return it to you."
That's more like it... You're just a coward... Even with a few servants like you, you wouldn't dare act wildly in the manor...
The muscular young man raised his head proudly, took a step forward, and was about to catch it when he suddenly saw the young man turn his wrist and press the sepak takraw straight towards his chest.
"Bang!"
The next second, in the horrified eyes of everyone, the young man and the ball were hit head-on by a galloping horse.
With a scream, his body flew into the air, bending like a shrimp in mid-air, his face twisted in pain, and he spewed obscenities.
The whole person was like a broken sack, and was slammed against the towering fence wall.
"ah!!"
The sepak takraw also collapsed and exploded under the palm force, and the shattered fragments were like bullets, hitting the group of Cuju boys and making them run away with their heads in their hands, screaming in pain.
In the blink of an eye, he fell to the ground like a straw, looking at the group of strangers with horror. How could he still be laughing?
Zhao Duan struck out with his palm, and suddenly grabbed through the air, using the "Upside-down Galaxy" in reverse, and a strong suction force suddenly spurted out from the palm of his palm.
He pulled the young boy "Little Fifth Brother" back through the air, grabbed his neck with his hands, and lifted him up in the air with ease.
"What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."
Zhao Duan's face was full of innocence.
“Chuck…chuck…”
The muscular young man was held in the air like a chicken, his legs kicking wildly, his face flushed red, his eyes filled with fear, unable to speak. He rolled his eyes and asked for help from "Gentle Sister".
However, Xu Junling, who was elegant and looked like a lady from a noble family, had a smile on her face and did not show any sympathy at all.
"Murder!"
"Go call someone!"
"Please ask Master Xie to come over. He said there are thieves breaking in!"
The fallen teenagers fled in terror, shouting as they ran towards the village.
"Sir, this group of people..."
Wearing iron arm guards, the big man who had threatened to challenge Zhao Duan that day had a fierce look on his face, bowed humbly, and gave him a look that asked him to stop him.
"No need for that. If you don't accept my toast, I'll drink the wine for you. It's easier to find someone else this way."
Zhao Duan casually threw the nearly suffocated boy to the ground and sighed softly:
"This young master is kind-hearted. Today, I will teach Mr. Song how to discipline the young men of our clan."
Everyone looked at each other.
The muscular young man who was thrown to the ground coughed violently. Just as he was about to get up, the knife-wielding man stepped on him and knocked him into the mud. He wondered:
"Master Lu, you must have met Mr. Song in the past. Was he also so clueless?"
Lu Qingfeng stroked his beard, his eyes reminiscing:
"I've met him once, but we didn't have much interaction. It was the previous owner of the Song Family Manor who begged me to stay. However, the manor is truly famous for this scholar.
Haha, but it's not because of any fame, but because this person once followed Mr. Zhengyang to cultivate himself, and has always called himself a disciple of Zhengyang."
"Mr. Zhengyang?"
Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows, feeling that it sounded familiar, perhaps he had heard it before.
Xu Junling explained:
"This man is the foremost hermit of Dayu. When Xiuwenguan first opened, as far as I know, the imperial court sent someone to invite Mr. Zhengyang to come out of seclusion, but he declined."
(End of this chapter)
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