novel-bin 25. A Silver-Blooded Warrior Who Lacks Martial Morality
25. A Silver-Blooded Warrior Who Lacks Martial Morality
About half an hour later.
Ren Qingshan enjoyed a steaming bowl of rice, braised beef, smoked chicken, fish jelly, and a plate of peanuts.
There was absolutely no sleeping potion involved; I watched the whole thing myself.
It's clear that this shop is mostly after money, not people.
There are probably some exciting programs coming up later.
With both mouths full, even if they lose money, the cheated sheep can only swallow their pride and bear it.
That's quite sophisticated!
……
Just as Ren Qingshan was enjoying his meal.
Side room.
The old man stood by the window, speaking softly to a man and a woman inside.
"He's a fat sheep, worth at least eight taels of silver. I saw it with my own eyes. His fists are calloused, but not hard. He must have practiced some rudimentary martial arts, with a maximum strength of about a hundred jin."
The marks on a fist don't lie.
Ren Qingshan diligently practiced the Mountain Opening Palm technique, and calluses had already formed on his fists, but it was still too early to be particularly noticeable.
"Hehe, eight ounces, not too little, not too little. It's been several days since we've had any business. Heaven really doesn't let us down. Here comes a fat sheep."
"This kid is quite meticulous; he's keeping an eye on his dad while he cooks."
"It seems that tonight, it will be necessary for Meiniang to take charge."
In the shadows of the room, a shirtless man with clearly defined abdominal muscles spoke.
Beside her was a woman wearing only a bellyband, with a plump figure. Although there were crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, she was a woman in her late twenties, still retaining her charm.
The woman named "Meiniang" laughed smugly, "Watch me make him weak in the knees and foam at the mouth."
The man pinched her leg: "So you're getting to eat fresh meat again. Go on, make a sound when you're done, I'll put out some smoke outside."
The process is very mature.
It always works.
Mei Niang twisted her body, climbed out of bed, cupped the man's face and kissed him, then began to dress. She put on a bright red dress, covered her head with a red veil, and swayed her hips as she went out.
The old man's eyes were cold as he turned to look at his son, his brows furrowed: "I feel uneasy."
The son laughed heartily: "Dad, don't worry, I'm still here. They can't cause any trouble. If this kid really has some skills, Black Panther and the others haven't had a meal in over half a year."
The old man looked out the window at the three large dogs, his lips twitching slightly.
He opened the wooden cabinet next to him, took out three incense sticks, lit them with a tinderbox, and knelt down respectfully in front of the Buddha shrine.
……
Ren Qingshan almost spat out his mouthful of rice when he saw the woman who pushed open the door and entered. She was dressed in bright red and had a veil over her head, looking like a bride.
This shady rural inn is playing these tricks?
cosplay?
“Who…who are you?”
Suppressing a laugh, Ren Qingshan asked, trembling.
"The country ghost has come to eat you..."
Mei Niang spoke in a low, seductive voice, her scarlet tongue slurping as she let out a charming laugh.
Ren Qingshan remained silent.
They've got quite a bit of work to do!
Glancing at the table, Ren Qingshan saw that the food was almost gone. He quickly finished the last few mouthfuls of rice in his bowl, then stood up. She lifted her veil and blinked, "What time is it? Still eating? You starving ghost... Want some of those big, soft, white steamed buns?"
Tsk.
It's a small workshop, but they use a lot of materials.
By candlelight, Ren Qingshan examined her for a moment. Although she was somewhat pretty, she was an old hag and he had no interest in her.
She stepped forward with a grin, but Ren Qingshan suddenly attacked, striking her neck with a palm strike.
The woman rolled her eyes and immediately fainted.
He quickly tied her hands and feet with a rope and dragged her behind the door in a blind spot. Ren Qingshan then rummaged through her body and found a purse containing about five taels of silver and a small piece of gold.
They're quite wealthy!
At least two acres of land will be secured!
Ren Qingshan looked satisfied and continued to hide silently behind the door.
……
Not long after.
Then they heard footsteps outside the door, and the old man pushed the door open and entered, carrying a faint scent of incense and candles.
The instant he opened the door.
Ren Qingshan swiftly grabbed his wrist, then used his other hand to manipulate his shoulder, grabbing his armpit and pinning his hands behind his back.
The old man was greatly alarmed.
The heel came flying with great force, but Ren Qingshan kicked it with his toe, causing the man to stumble forward.
He struggled fiercely, dislocating both arms. Enduring the excruciating pain, he suddenly turned around and spat out a flying needle from his mouth. It was extremely fast and gleamed coldly.
Ren Qingshan tilted his head to dodge, and the flying needle pierced the wooden door with a "thud".
"My son, run!"
The old man caught a glimpse of the bound Meiniang out of the corner of his eye. Knowing things were about to go wrong, he let out a mournful shout and charged headlong at Ren Qingshan to buy time.
Ren Qingshan struck him on the back of the neck with a palm strike, his eyes rolled back, and he convulsed and fell to the ground.
In the side room.
A burly man, shirtless, carrying a bundle and a knife, ran quickly towards the gate. With a swift stroke, he severed the iron chain binding the dogs. With a whistle, three large dogs charged towards the main house like wolves.
Ren Qingshan abandoned the old man, his hands moved swiftly, smashing three dog heads in the blink of an eye. He then pushed off with his feet and chased after the big man.
This person is truly alert and obedient!
They ran away without a second thought, not caring about anything else.
With his entire body's energy and blood surging forth, Ren Qingshan caught up with him in the blink of an eye. He picked up a stone from the roadside and used it as a hidden weapon, throwing it with all his might. The stone shot forward like a meteor.
The shirtless man heard the whistling wind behind him, sharp and piercing, like a sonic boom. His expression changed drastically, and he turned around and slashed out with all his might.
It did hit its mark.
However, the force contained in the stone caused his wrist to dislocate, his tiger's mouth to tear, and he could not even hold the knife steady. It flew high into the air and broke in two.
He looked horrified and turned around in disbelief.
Such immense power, silver...silver blood?
He was actually a Silver-blooded warrior?
The Silver-Blooded Warrior possesses strength exceeding ten thousand jin, making him a veritable humanoid demon; there's no way he can escape.
His heart sank to the bottom, and he immediately shouted, "Senior, spare my life! Let's talk this out! I have an official post; I'm an informant for the Demon Suppression Division, and my job is to monitor the movements of the mountain demons!"
Ren Qingshan frowned slightly and strode towards him.
But he was already kneeling on both knees, holding a bronze waist token with an ancient seal character on it: “镇” (zhen, meaning “suppress”).
"The Demon Suppression Division?"
"Stand up and speak."
"If you are a member of the Demon Suppression Bureau, why are you running a shady inn here?"
Ren Qingshan asked in a deep voice.
The man jumped up and looked at Ren Qingshan cautiously. He felt that this man was very unfamiliar and he had never seen him before. He wondered when Huaiyin County had produced such a silver-blooded martial artist, and why he was hiding his skills and coming to cause trouble for his family!
Bitter!
This Silverblood Lord has absolutely no sense of martial ethics!
"I... I was an informant for the Demon Suppression Bureau more than ten years ago. There is a group of monkeys in this mountain who are good at brewing wine. Several officials of the Demon Suppression Bureau love to drink monkey wine, so they have not killed them for many years. They only take the wine once a year in winter. For this reason, I was specially ordered to guard this place to prevent unrelated people from causing trouble."
"However, there is no salary, which is why my family was specially permitted to open a shop here and bear the profits and losses ourselves."
"I was blinded by greed and occasionally stole some money from the customers... This was all done in private and has nothing to do with you, esteemed officials of the Demon Suppression Division!"
"But over the years, I have only sought wealth, not life. Even when seeking wealth, I have only taken a small amount. I hope you will understand!"
At this moment, his mind was exceptionally clear.
Say what should be said, and absolutely do not say what should not be said, and certainly do not make unfounded claims, lest you cause a great disaster.
The senior here stopped upon hearing the name "Demon Suppression Division," so he must be a righteous person.
If one tries to use a tiger's skin as a banner and forcibly attach oneself to it, one might be silenced.
Moreover, if someone were to splash dirty water on the officials of the Demon Suppression Bureau, even if they survived by sheer luck today, they would be torn to pieces and would certainly not survive.
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