Chapter 34 4 Haida Teahouse

Chapter 34 4 Haida Teahouse

Chapter 34: Sihai Teahouse

The most worldly place in Pingding City is not the brothel where red-sleeved girls summon spirits.

A pot of hot tea, a few plates of snacks, listen to storytelling and chat.

The bloody storm in the martial arts world was temporarily calmed down.

Some people use metaphors.

Qianhonglou is like a charming concubine, who is considerate and caring only when she has money.

The Sihai Teahouse is more like a virtuous wife. If you have money, you can go to the second floor and ask for a private table. If you don’t have money, you can buy a pot of low-end tea with a few copper coins and spend half a day at the long table in the lobby.

In the minds of the men in Pingding City, both are indispensable.

The Sihai Teahouse has been extremely popular these days, with every show being packed.

The single tables on the second floor are in short supply.

The lobby on the first floor was also crowded with people. There were no seats at the long table, so those gangsters sat cross-legged on the floor.

On the high platform, there is a long table.

Mr. Ma, who was extremely good at ventriloquism, finally stopped talking about "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

"Hahaha, I, the scabby snake, can give up everything to become a real dragon. How great it is."

"The Five Elements Dragon Scales can only be obtained by people of great virtue, wisdom, and courage. Use them to defeat evil, eliminate injustice, and rebuild a bright world..."

"Snake, for so many years, you have pretended to be a real dragon and bullied the water tribe. Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of heaven."

On the small table on the second floor facing the stage, there was a pot of tea and a plate of peanuts.

The man in blue robe raised his cup and drank alone. Even though he was in the crowd, he felt lonely in his bones and drank the tea like wine.

Sitting at the table with the man in blue robe was a handsome young man who was trying hard to act like a big man.

The young man pointed at the stage and said with a smile: "Old Shi, the fish scales that the blue-robed immortal gave to Tong Baixiong to increase his longevity, could they be these five-element dragon scales?"

The man surnamed Shi complimented him, "Young Master Escort is really smart. He can actually see the connection between the two."

The young man shook his head again and said, "No, no, the five elements dragon scales should have five colors."

The man surnamed Shi joked, "Maybe... the five elements are just a name, and they don't necessarily have to be five colors. Just like there is not necessarily a wife in a wife cake, and there is not necessarily a lantern in a lantern cake."

The boy corrected him: "There must be no wife in the wife pie, otherwise it would be a human meat pie."

The man surnamed Shi was peeling peanuts and eating them with a smile. Although the storytelling on the stage was novel, it did not have much appeal to him.

At the age of forty, his health has begun to decline, the world is too turbulent, and he just wants to live a simple life.

The young man suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, "How interesting! The real dragon that everyone is worshipping turns out to be a scabby snake."

The man surnamed Shi laughed and said, "True and false, false and true, seeing flowers in the fog, it all depends on the storyteller's mouth, how can outsiders know?"

The blue-robed man had a smile on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

At this time, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes came up the stairs from the south to the second floor. He grabbed the waiter by the collar and scolded him, "When have I ever sat in the lobby when I came to drink tea with you? I don't care, you must find me a separate table. I have plenty of money."

"I'm so sorry, sir, but the table is full."

"If you can't find it again, I'll give you a slap in the face—"

"Master, please be kind. I really have no other choice."

The middle-aged man walked to the second floor and suddenly stopped. After a long pause, he let go of the waiter and said, "Go away. I found a seat."

The guy had been prepared to get a slap in the face, but he suddenly felt as if he had been pardoned and tumbled down the stairs.

The middle-aged fat man's eyes sparkled and he swallowed his saliva. The man in blue robe had a beautiful posture in every move. The slender fingers holding the wine glass were as smooth and flawless as white jade. They were so beautiful that he couldn't help but feel a little dry in the mouth.

He walked to the table and asked, "What's your name, friend?"

The man in blue robe just drank his tea and ignored him, but he felt even more itchy.

"My surname is Zhou. I'm in the silk and satin business. I have seven shops in Pingding City."

"I feel like I've hit it off with my friend. It's too crowded and noisy here. Why don't we go home and chat about daily life?"

The man in blue robe then looked at him, his eyes slightly cold.

His words became more explicit: "Why should we reject friends? How much money do you want? If you are willing to be friends with me, just tell me."

The blue-robed man's eyes grew colder and he stood up.

The middle-aged fat man saw that he was about to leave, and quickly stretched out his hand to stop him, saying with a smile: "In ancient times, a thousand gold coins were exchanged for a beautiful woman's smile. If you let me fulfill my wish, I am willing to go bankrupt."

The boy at the next table slammed his tea bowl on the table, turned around and cursed: "Where did this pervert come from? You're spewing shit all over the place!"

The man surnamed Shi stood up quickly and failed to stop the young man, thinking that something was not good.

"Whose pants were not covered and you were exposed? How dare you meddle in my business?"

The middle-aged fat man looked over and said with a smile: "Hey, he is also a handsome man, and he is still a virgin. It's a pity that he doesn't have the charm of this beauty——"

The sound stopped suddenly.

The man in blue robe walked past him and went straight downstairs.

The fat man stood there in a daze, with the smile still frozen on his face.

The young man exclaimed in surprise: "He...what happened to him?" As soon as he finished speaking, the fat man fell down straight, without a single scar on his body. He fell asleep in the aisle like a drunkard.

The boy was startled and stepped back.

The man surnamed Shi's face suddenly changed, and he whispered hurriedly: "Let's go quickly, otherwise we will be involved in a murder lawsuit."

Before the young man went downstairs, he suddenly said, "Could that person just now be the blue-robed immortal?"

………………

At the same time, accompanied by the owner of Sihai Teahouse, Wang, the four went up to the third floor from the north stairs.

There is a private room that is not open to the public. It is Qu Feiyan’s exclusive seat.

Shopkeeper Wang stood at the door, took the food box from the waiter, and delivered it in himself.

Four kinds of dried fruits: walnuts, hazelnuts, dried dates, and chestnuts.

Four side dishes: braised beef in soy sauce, drunken crab, pickled chicken feet, and fried shrimp.

A pot of fine Hangzhou Longjing tea.

"Thank you, Manager Wang." Qu Feiyan said with a smile. These were her favorite foods.

"Miss Feiyan, it is a blessing for me to have you visit our shop. Not to mention the new storytelling book, The Adventures of Little Carp, that you gave to Mr. Ma, is very popular. The door has been crowded with people these days. Mr. Ma's throat is about to smoke, and it is all thanks to the honey and autumn pear paste that he is able to survive."

Qu Feiyan smiled and said, "The Adventures of Little Carp was not written by me."

"Who wrote that?"

"A friend of mine."

Shopkeeper Wang exclaimed: "Miss Feiyan's friend must be a talented person, a first-class talent."

Qu Feiyan sighed in a mature manner: "Alas, it's a pity that he doesn't want others to know his name."

Before leaving, Shopkeeper Wang secretly glanced at the young man sitting at the same table with Miss Feiyan. He was wearing a black robe, with a sword at his waist, and had an extremely handsome appearance.

He thought to himself, "She is not yet twenty years old, but she is seven or eight years older than Miss Feiyan. Wouldn't that be inappropriate? Miss Feiyan is making friends outside, and I wonder if Lord Qu knows about it."

Du Xiaochai stood at the door of the private room holding a spear, looking angry.

"Why can he accompany the young lady to eat and drink in there?"

Zhao Changfeng has always been obsessed with martial arts. He was trying to figure out sword techniques in his mind. Seeing her lose her temper again, he smiled helplessly and said, "You can also go in? Every time the lady invites you to sit and eat together, you are unwilling."

"I'm going in, who will protect the lady's safety?"

Zhao Changfeng thought to himself, "What a hypocrite."

In the private room.

Zhang Yu poured himself a cup of Longjing tea and said, "Fei Yan, how did you convince Mr. Ma to tell the story of The Adventures of Little Carp instead of The Romance of the Three Kingdoms?"

Qu Feiyan tasted all kinds of snacks, her cheeks puffed up, and her voice changed: "No need to convince, I gave the book to Mr. Ma, and he agreed immediately after reading it."

Zhang Yu nodded and said, "It seems that Mr. Ma is also tired of talking about "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", but he just hasn't come across a good book."

"Well, I was planning to write a book for Mr. Ma."

The two were talking when suddenly a familiar voice came from outside.

"Don't stop me, I'm looking for Brother Zhang!"

Zhang Yu pushed open the door and saw Qi Queqiao arguing with Zhao Changfeng. He stepped forward and said with a smile, "Brother Qi, how did you know I was here?"

Qi Queqiao smiled and said, "I heard from the owner of Taiping Inn that you got on Feiyan's carriage, so I knew you must have come to Sihai Teahouse. There is a special seat for Feiyan here."

Qu Feiyan poked her head out with a smile: "Uncle Qi, is little Qizi here too?"

Qi Queqiao was very polite to Qu Feiyan and said with a smile: "Miss Feiyan, little Qizi has returned to his grandfather's home outside the capital and will not be back until the New Year."

Zhang Yu was curious: "Who is Xiao Qizi?"

Qi Queqiao said: "My son!"

Zhang Yu was surprised and said, "I never knew that Brother Qi already has a son."

Qi Queqiao frowned and said, "Is this strange? I'm almost thirty, you know what it means to be independent at thirty?... Alas, that's not what I'm talking about."

Zhang Yu smiled and asked, "Brother Qi, why did you come here so hastily? What's the matter?"

Qi Queqiao laughed strangely and said, "Brother, your appointment has come down."

Zhang Yu felt something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

"See for yourself."

Qi Queqiao took out a bronze plate and a warrant with a red seal from his arms.

"Order from the Wind and Thunder Hall Master: Zhang Yu is extremely intelligent and brave, and is promoted to the rank of Flag Master. Pingyang City is located at the junction of Shanxi and Hebei, and is actually the western gateway of the Divine Religion. Some time ago, the subordinate gang, the Wild Wolf Gang, was defeated, and the Dragon Scale Society colluded with the Songshan Sect to dominate Pingyang. Order Zhang Yu to go to Pingyang to take charge, gather the remnants of the Wild Wolf Gang, and eliminate the Dragon Scale Society. After the success, he will be given an important position."

Zhang Yu's face gradually became gloomy. He knew without guessing that it was Young Master Tong who was causing trouble.

You can't write two "children" characters with one stroke. After all, they are father and son. No matter how good the story of the immortal bestowing scales is, it will never last long.

(End of this chapter)