Chapter 14 014 Regardless of whether this young man is the old poison master Gongye Chi...
On a dark and windy night, the small inn was illuminated as if it were daytime by clusters of torches.
As the name suggests, Old Poison Master is a notorious villain in the martial arts world, possessing a rare poison and committing countless evil deeds. However, very few people have actually seen him, and opinions vary widely. Some say he comes from the Western Regions, others say from the Valley of Villains in Xiangxi, and so on. Upon hearing of Old Poison Master's whereabouts, it goes without saying that any skilled martial artists in the inn who had heard of his nickname gathered together.
The flickering torches cast long, ghostly shadows on the wall, making the waiter shiver inexplicably. He recalled the man and woman, whose extraordinary demeanor after their rest clearly distinguished them from ordinary people. Although their behavior was somewhat strange and they had poisoned many plants in his backyard, they had absolutely nothing to do with the "old" in "old poisoner." After thinking for a moment, he mentioned it anyway:
"What is the relationship between that beggar woman and the old poisoner? Could it be a case of mistaken identity...?"
Someone sneered, "No mistake! There are no coincidences in this world! That Gongye Chi, nicknamed 'Old Poisoner,' still gave that old thief some face. He should be called 'Old Fiend' to avoid disgracing his name! He forcibly abducts beautiful women to keep them by his side, and after torturing them to death, he doesn't even spare their corpses, setting up a wicked Yin-Yang dual cultivation formation to absorb Yin energy for his own practice! He is a first-rate villain in the martial arts world! It would be against all reason if such a villain wasn't brought to justice!"
The waiter was horrified, but he still glanced at the coachman beside him, who was half-dead from the beating. This was a real roughneck, and had absolutely nothing to do with a "beautiful woman." He wasn't blind, and neither were the others. He looked at the faces that were twisted with excitement in the dim torchlight, and his eyes darted around. Suddenly, he understood something and swallowed the words he was about to say that the boy's age didn't match.
Some have gathered here tonight for justice, but many more are here for fame. Whether this young man is the old scoundrel Gongye Chi or not, he is tonight!
As long as we capture the old thief Gongye Chi alive, we can make a name for ourselves in the martial arts world in just one night!
The waiter naturally didn't want to get involved in the fierce battles and struggles for fame and fortune in the martial arts world. He secretly stroked the small, gold-inlaid dart in his pocket, becoming even more convinced that it was something extraordinary and must have been stolen by the female beggar. He worried for a moment what would happen if the little beggar was caught and revealed the dart, but then he reassured himself that there was nothing to be afraid of. He would just say that he had pawned it and no one would be able to find him here!
He was deep in thought when he suddenly bumped into a wall of flesh. Looking up, he saw a huge crowd crammed into the narrow aisle, and for a moment he was unable to move—he was blocked!
"Hey! The first room is the top-tier room! It's just a few steps away, why aren't you moving?"
The answer he received was a loud "bang!" A burly man in front of him was suddenly sent flying high into the air, crashing into the second-floor railing and falling to his death!
The waiter paused, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets: "!!!"
Immediately, the room erupted in an uproar!
While he was still in a daze, the huge crowd in front of him, which could be described as a wall of flesh, receded like a tide in the blink of an eye!
Sparks flew everywhere, and more and more burly men were knocked away haphazardly, falling onto the corridor!
The waiter wasn't a martial artist and didn't know what was happening ahead. He only knew that a commotion had suddenly broken out, and the once righteous and fiercely determined fighters, who had vowed to bring the old poisoner to his knees, were now looking horrified. Some were running back in panic, while others were being beaten down the stairs in a sorry state! Amid the noise, a melodious flute tune could be faintly heard. It wasn't very clear, unlike the clear and melodious flute music described by ordinary literati, nor was it the decadent music found in brothels. But it was inexplicably captivating, like a little hook.
The innkeeper had no time to think. This was a dilapidated little inn, long neglected for a year; how could it withstand so many people fleeing in panic? The wooden planks under his feet creaked and groaned, making him feel as if he were walking on rough seas, like a broken boat about to sink. In no time, the commotion drew near, and suddenly a gray figure darted into his view. A low, slightly hoarse woman's voice murmured in his ear:
"Thunder Palm Fourth Form - Thunderclap".
The moment he finished speaking, a slender, pale hand suddenly appeared in front of his chest. It seemed to be indifferent and gently pushed his chest, but it was as if a boulder had been smashed in his chest. He immediately spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood! His whole body also fell backward uncontrollably!
In that moment of suspended motion, he finally saw the hand in front of him, covered with tiny scars, belonging to a woman. He looked up in astonishment and saw a slightly heroic, beautiful, calm... no, at first glance, it seemed like an overly calm well without any waves. However, just one glance, just one look at those dark eyes as black as lacquer, and he would not be so foolish as to think that these were not lifeless dark eyes, but clearly a burning black sea!
If it weren't for the overly familiar gray cloth clothes she was wearing—which he had clearly given to the little girl beggars just today!
He would never recognize that the woman in front of him, exuding a chilling aura, was actually the little beggar girl after she had been cleaned up!
He then realized that the burly men around him had all been beaten to pieces by her and were falling off the building! She had beaten them all the way from one end of the corridor to the other!
He recognized Jiang Ling'er, and Jiang Ling'er naturally recognized him as well.
Jiang Ling'er paused, then softly exclaimed "Ah!"
"It's you."
Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him up with a jerk!
When his toes touched solid ground, his startled soul returned somewhat, but not completely. The railing behind him had long since broken, leaving half of his foot dangling, his life hanging in the balance, in Jiang Ling'er's hands.
"Don't worry, no one will die on the second floor." Jiang Ling'er let go of his collar and even considerately pulled it in a little, sincerely saying, "I received the clothes, they fit perfectly, thank you."
Only when his feet were firmly planted on solid ground did the waiter finally relax. He was drenched in cold sweat and murmured to Jiang Ling'er, still shaken, "...No, you're welcome."
Jiang Ling'er turned and walked towards the crowd of people holding torches behind her, but she stopped abruptly after only half a step, as if she had suddenly remembered something. She glanced at the waiter, her expression unreadable, and said softly to him:
"Did you snitch?"
The waiter, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly tensed up, especially when he was being stared at by those eyes that were like a boiling black sea...
He couldn't help but swallow hard, a drop of cold sweat trickling down his forehead and into the crack in the wooden planks beneath his feet.
The supposedly skilled and burly men, who had staggered along the way, and the flying sparks were all rendered useless. Little Poison, playing his bamboo flute, strolled leisurely from the other end of the corridor. No one else could see him, except for him and Jiang Ling'er. As his flute music became more melodious and clear, the three faint flames on Jiang Ling'er's body burned fiercely like a dark galaxy in the sky, illuminating half of the small, dilapidated inn with their ghostly blue light.
Empowered by the blazing ghostly flames, Jiang Ling'er seemed to possess inexhaustible strength. She unleashed the Thunderclap Palm technique, a move that had echoed in her dreams night after night, almost etched into her mind, as she practiced it throughout the room. Now, for some reason, this move, which she had known since childhood, had undergone a complete transformation thanks to her father's guidance and countless rehearsals in her mind. She performed the Thunderclap Palm three times, using the same palm technique. While it had previously been impressive, it had ultimately felt weak. Now, truly living up to its name, the Thunderclap Palm possessed a thunderous and lightning-like force! Moreover, it seemed to grow more proficient and courageous with each practice!
Not only was she surprised, but the little poisoner was also somewhat taken aback.
He'd glanced at her duel with Zhao Xiao that day, and it was utterly unbearable to watch. Now—well, there were definitely some commendable aspects to it. However, while her skills had improved, her intelligence remained uncertain.
He stared at Jiang Ling'er with a dark expression as she dragged the waiter upstairs, and she seemed to thank him politely.
thank?
What is the meaning of this?
Sure enough, even in such dire straits, even after being pushed into the fire, they were unwilling to kill or repay evil with evil.
That self-proclaimed upright people's so-called hypocrisy and repaying evil with good are so deeply ingrained that they are truly beyond saving.
He stared at the slender yet stubborn figure in gray, his brow furrowing as he released the bamboo flute from his lips. The moment the flute music ceased, the raging eerie flames on her body seemed to be extinguished by a bucket of cold water.
The little poisonous creature held one end of the bamboo flute in its right hand, gently tapping the other end against the web of its left hand, and chuckled softly:
"Tsk...a woman's..."
The word "仁" was abruptly cut off before it could be uttered, and the bamboo flute was stuck in the web of the left hand.
Jiang Ling'er turned around and walked up to the waiter, reached out and dusted off the dust on his shoulder. She seemed to be whispering something to him, and then, unexpectedly, kicked him in the chest!
A note from the author:
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Sorry, sorry! I went to the hospital for a check-up the first day, saw friends the second day, and today I accompanied my dad to the hospital for a check-up. I'm really sorry for giving out red envelopes in this chapter!! I'll update at the usual time tomorrow!
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