radicalducati Chapter 50: Perhaps he's tired? Money falls, heads are in danger.
Chapter 50: Perhaps he's tired? Money falls, heads are in danger.
"Isn't Master going in?"
When Lin Xian'er saw Wei Wu lower his head, she was overjoyed, but at the same time, she looked into the inner room with great understanding and thoughtfulness. Her meaning was very clear: wouldn't it be a waste to just be a casual couple with the "beloved" she had finally obtained?
Wei Wu reached out and put his arm around Lin Xian'er's waist, without offering any explanation.
Before I took care of my sister-in-law, I had many romantic thoughts in my mind, and sometimes I would even make Lin Xian'er cosplay. To the point that sometimes I felt like I was obsessed.
Now that my sister-in-law has been successfully settled, that obsession has quietly faded away. Although I'm not so tired of her now, it doesn't seem like I'm particularly attached to her either.
For him, Lin Shiyin was more like a collector who just happened to stumble upon a particular fetish.
What you can't have is always stirring within you.
But once it's in hand, many dissatisfactions are exposed. Just like a peerless divine weapon, no matter how good it is, it was still forged by someone else and needs time to be re-polished and shaped into its own form.
Therefore, compared to Lin Xian'er, who was proactive, willing to lower her pride, try to explore new knowledge and new paths, Lin Shiyin, who was hypocritical, could not be the main course, but only the dessert after the meal.
He said in a low voice, "Since I have nothing to do today, I'll eat first and then go take care of my sister-in-law."
It's only been one night, and they're already starting to distinguish who arrived first and who arrived last?
What a heartless and ungrateful bastard!
No matter what Lin Xian'er thought in her heart, her face was full of joy at receiving such favor, but when her eyelids drooped, her worries deepened.
He's so cold-hearted even to his "sister-in-law." I don't have any special status to back me up, so I'd better find a way to keep him around.
It's difficult to make further progress on my own, so it's easier to find more help. But Lin Lingling alone isn't enough; I need others...
By the way, didn't the dilapidated temple promise that Sun Xiaohong would accompany her grandfather to meet an elder? It's been two days, why hasn't she arrived yet?
The image of a girl with beautiful big eyes and black braids had just flashed through Lin Xian'er's mind when she was immediately struck by a jolt. She had no choice but to calm herself down and focus on dealing with Wei Wu, while simultaneously cultivating the Great Music of Yin and Yang.
Whether it was a misperception or not, Lin Xian'er felt that Wei Wu's cultivation of the Great Music of Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang was much faster than before, especially in certain aspects.
She licked her lips and comforted him, "Perhaps he's just tired?"
Wei Wu was stunned for a moment, but instead of showing any sign of frustration, his face became strangely excited—
In less than ten minutes, the total amount of true energy in his body had increased by more than 30%!
What's wrong?
Everyone knows that World War II lasted longer than World War I!
"continue!"
This time, he didn't open the [Quest for the Dao] again, allowing his strength to be fully utilized. Instead, he was "too lazy to return to the jade towers and golden palaces, and instead get drunk in Luoyang with plum blossoms in his hair!"
……
Let's split the story in two, each telling its own perspective.
Meanwhile, Sun Tuozi's little shop has been doing quite well lately. Perhaps it's because the grandfather and grandson, who were once ranked number one on the weapons list, are telling stories. The tiny shop has become very popular.
The chicken feather shop was located in a back alley, just a hundred or so steps away from the back gate of Xingyun Manor. As a result, there weren't many people making a living here, and the alley was usually deserted. Therefore, the shop's business was not good in the past.
However, a lot of things have happened at Xingyun Manor these past few days. Many people from the martial arts world have gathered here. They are reluctant to spend money on travel expenses, but they also do not want to miss Shangguan Jin Hong's three consecutive battles in six days. Therefore, they asked Sun Tuozi to rent out all five dilapidated guest rooms behind the chicken feather shop.
Sun Tuozi couldn't persuade them otherwise, so he agreed, and as a result, many more people from the martial arts world walked through the alley, making it more lively than ever before.
That's why it's normal for any eccentric person to appear in the alley.
Just now, two people were walking towards the small shop in the alley.
The alley was bustling, and the tavern was bustling too, but the two of them were quiet.
The two were so quiet that they seemed to be one person.
The person in front walked with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger. Each step he took was like a tiger surveying its territory, heavy with momentum, accompanied by a dark wind. He seemed to float on the road, yet each step he took was exceptionally steady, as if he had taken root as soon as he landed, as stable as a rock.
His golden robe was not luxurious; it simply fit him well and had no other outstanding features.
But when worn by him, the garment became the most magnificent in the world, so magnificent that people dared not look directly at it. Even if they only caught a glimpse of a corner of the garment, they couldn't help but hold their breath and respectfully step aside against the wall to make way.
The people behind them had the same breathing, heartbeat, and footsteps as the people in front.
If the person in front lifts their left foot, he will step out with his left foot; if the person in front lifts their right foot, he will also lift his right foot, and he will definitely land on the footprint of the person in front!
Like a shadow.
But the shadow was not sinister, even though his deathly gray eyes were devoid of any emotion, as cold as cinnabar on white pebbles.
As a qualified shadow, Jing Wuming had no emotions or thoughts of his own. He didn't need to figure out what Shangguan Jin Hong was thinking; he only needed to follow Shangguan Jin Hong and carry out his orders.
The two walked into the alley one after the other and arrived at the entrance of the small shop.
Dozens of circles were drawn in front of the small shop, each circle just big enough to fit one person—because inside each circle stood a Jianghu person who stood stiffly like a wooden statue.
This group of people, who are usually either lively, irritable, or sullen, stood respectfully in the circle at this moment, like wooden blocks nailed to the ground.
And that nail was just a light copper coin.
The copper coin was placed on their heads, but it felt like a nail had been driven from the top of their heads all the way to the soles of their feet, making them afraid to make any big movements. They even had to breathe carefully, for fear of dropping the money.
"Money on the ground, heads in danger!"
This is a slogan from the new martial arts legend of Jiangnan, and it is the motto of the rising martial arts group "Golden Money Gang".
If they move their bodies and accidentally drop the copper coins on the ground, those coins become their life-saving money, and they can only be cleaned with their blood.
People in the northern martial arts world just took this as a joke.
It wasn't until the Dragon Crossed the River and the Money Gang stretched out its fangs before them, demonstrating the consequences of disobedience with human lives, that they finally realized this was no joke.
Zhuge Gang, nicknamed "Iron-Crutched Vajra," was already waiting at the door. Beside him was Xiang Song, ranked seventeenth on the Weapon Ranking, nicknamed "Twin Meteors of Wind and Rain." Next to Xiang Song stood Gao Xingkong, nicknamed "Judge's Pen," a one-armed man with a pale face.
Upon seeing the middle-aged man with a powerful stride, the three immediately lowered their heads, respectfully addressed him as "Master," and made way for him to enter the shop.
The wooden figures trembled at these words, their bodies too afraid to move, but their eyes involuntarily focused on the middle-aged man. They quickly withdrew their gaze as if stabbed by a knife.
Second on the Weapon Ranking: "Dragon and Phoenix Rings" - Shangguan Jin Hong!
That's truly an aura of dominance!