novel-bin 40. Spring outing
40. Spring outing
Ah, yes, yes, yes...
It was me, a rare genius who accumulated knowledge and skills before achieving great things later in life.
Ren Qingshan looked at his cousin with a smile—after achieving success, many people will make a name for me.
This feeling is truly exhilarating.
"My father told me that when I was born, there was a strange phenomenon in the heavens and earth, with a burst of martial energy soaring into the sky."
Ren Qingshan reached a higher level.
Upon hearing this, Ren Zhengwei's eyes flickered slightly, but he immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, I saw it with my own eyes! I was almost scared to death!"
The other three looked at each other, unsure whether it was true or not.
But this matter is truly mysterious.
"In fact, elder brother, I suspect that I was harmed by bad people when I was young. Perhaps I originally had a supreme root bone of martial arts mastery, but it was dug out by someone, which caused my health to be poor when I was young. It was not until I grew up that this supreme bone regenerated, which is why I have achieved what I have today."
Ren Qingshan said in a serious tone.
Even Ren Zhengwei couldn't help but gasp at these words, giving him a slightly troubled look. But he steeled himself and slapped his thigh sharply: "Possibly! Very likely! When you were seven, a peddler came to the village. Remember? He kidnapped two children, and you were one of them. The other one has never returned!"
Ren Qingshan: ... 6.
Brother, you've taken the wrong road!
He shouldn't have learned martial arts at all; he should have gone to the county town to perform on the streets and become a perfect straight man.
"Cough cough..."
Yang Zhongxian coughed twice, interrupting the brothers' increasingly outrageous boasting: "I'll go to the village entrance and take a look. I reckon the people from the county town will be here soon. This matter arose because of my unworthy son, so I'll step in to mediate."
"Come on, I'll go with you."
Ren Zhengwei immediately nodded, took his arm, and went out together.
I can't keep playing...
I really can't keep bragging anymore.
The sixth brother's ideas were wildly imaginative and frightening.
If we keep talking like this, the cows in the cowshed might all fly into the sky.
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The two arrived at the village entrance and chatted casually for a few minutes. After waiting for about half an hour, a group of people rode up at breakneck speed. The leader was dressed in the official uniform of a constable from the yamen, with a long knife at his waist.
"Guan...Guan the constable!"
Yang Zhongxian waved and called out, recognizing the constable. He ran off quickly, smiling like a blooming daisy.
"Whoa!"
Guan Shanyue tightened the reins, leaped off his horse, vaguely guessed the man's identity, but asked knowingly, "Tell me your name."
"Officer Guan, I am Yang Zhongxian, the village chief of Yangjiayu. Yang Mingshui is my cousin. This is Ren Zhengwei, the village chief of Renjia Village."
"There was some unpleasantness between our two villages before. My cousin was ignorant and even went to the county town to trouble Master Zhang. However, today, my fellow village chief and I have cleared things up and turned hostility into friendship."
Yang Zhongxian quickly said that it would be best to settle this matter here and shut the constable up with his words.
Once you enter the village, sit down, and drink tea, you'll probably have to spend money.
"Master Zhang, I'm so sorry, so sorry! I promise I'll strictly discipline my people from now on and will never cause you any more trouble..."
Yang Zhongxian shouted at Zhang Haolei again.
Those on horseback are all shrewd people. Upon hearing his words, they naturally knew what was going on. It was clear that Yangjiayu was afraid and wanted to settle things peacefully.
"I heard that someone in your village broke through to the late Silver Blood stage last night?"
Guan Shanyue ignored Yang Zhongxian, took a step forward, and looked at Ren Zhengwei with a half-smile.
"Yes, he is my cousin, named Ren Qingshan."
Seeing that he didn't mention the lawsuit with the Yang family, Ren Zhengwei naturally wouldn't bring it up himself, and said with a smile.
Guan Shanyue sniffed, casually tied his horse to a tree by the roadside, and asked as he walked, "Tell me in detail."
Upon hearing this, Ren Zhengwei was immediately in a dilemma.
He himself did not know how his sixth brother had acquired such martial arts skills, but he had no choice but to answer when the constable asked.
Taking a deep breath, Ren Zhengwei thought about the line of bragging he had just uttered and carefully said, "Officer Guan, you may not know this, but my sixth brother has been a martial arts prodigy since childhood. He can memorize a set of sword techniques after seeing it only once. However, he was physically weak as a child, so his talent was not apparent until middle age when he finally achieved great success."
"Oh? You actually have such talent?"
Guan Shanyue asked in surprise.
Yang Zhongxian's mind raced, and he said with a smile, "Indeed, Officer Guan, I've heard about this as well."
Let's try to get by as quickly as possible and land safely.
Behind them.
Hearing this, Lu Qingyi's impression of Ren Qingshan was refreshed once again. A genius with a photographic memory?
Such talent is truly astonishing.
The group chatted as they walked.
Guan Shanyue questioned him in detail, and an old constable's intuition told him that there might be something fishy about the matter.
Ren Zhengwei spoke flawlessly, flattering him while responding in various ways, mainly focusing on portraying Ren Qingshan as a young genius, mixing in things that were true and false, but not mentioning the "immortal herb" to avoid causing any trouble.
And so they walked all the way to Ren Qingshan's house.
……
Before even entering, through the open door, one could hear Ren Qingshan speaking eloquently.
"In my opinion, martial arts schools, sects, gangs, and holy sites are all ordinary and cannot compare to the imperial court."
"We martial artists, having mastered the art of slaying dragons, naturally intend to sell it to the imperial family."
"I'm sure I'll pass the martial arts exam next year! Then I'll rise through the ranks to become a martial arts graduate, a martial arts scholar, and who knows, maybe even the top martial arts scholar..."
Guan Shanyue, who was walking at the front, couldn't help but smile when he heard these words, and his heart was completely at ease.
This Ren Qingshan certainly has lofty ambitions.
Although this move may seem deliberate, it demonstrates a keen understanding of human relationships, saving face for the other party while also revealing the intention.
He's not the kind of brainless brute.
Thinking this, Guan Shanyue paused slightly, intentionally falling half a step behind Ren Zhengwei.
Ren Zhengwei immediately understood, quickly entered the room, and said with a smile, "Qingshan, we have distinguished guests. Guan, the head constable of the yamen, one of the seven great constables of Huaiyin County, Master Zhang of Bafang Martial Arts School, a top martial artist in our county, as well as Boss Liang of Dachang Gambling House, and a distinguished guest from the Lu family."
Everyone stood up.
Ren Qingshan smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "Officer Guan, it's an honor to have you grace us with my presence. What brings you here today? Are you here for a spring outing in the countryside?"
Guan Shanyue's mind stirred slightly.
Spring outing.
These steps, however, are truly comfortable.
"Yes, I was just enjoying the spring scenery. I only saw the beautiful mountains and clear waters here, but I heard you shouted the Silver Blood True Voice last night, so I came to pay you a visit. There are many extraordinary people in the countryside, hidden dragons and crouching tigers."
"I came in a hurry and didn't bring any gifts, I'm a little embarrassed, please forgive me."
The sedan chair was carried by people, and Ren Qingshan showed goodwill, so Guan Shanyue reciprocated.
After all, there's really no need to make enemies of a late-stage Silver Blood warrior; there's no benefit whatsoever, only a lot of trouble.
His value lay in his official position, not in his martial arts prowess.
The group exchanged pleasantries.
They seemed to have completely forgotten about the "death of Yang Zhen," not uttering a single word about such a disheartening topic.
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