Chapter 239 It’s hard to keep the Buddha!

Chapter 239 It’s hard to keep the Buddha!

Chapter 239 It’s hard to keep the Buddha!

There was a full moon in the sky outside the hall, and the candlelight at the table was as bright as day.

The servant of the Ji Mansion carried two food boxes, walked into the flower hall, and kowtowed.

"Who is coming?"

The housekeeper stepped forward and said, "My lord, when I left, the man had already left. I heard from the doorman that he left this food box for you to open in person. You will know the answer once you see it."

"Let me open it? I'll know at a glance?"

Ji Ling felt that something was strange about what happened tonight. The visitor did not bring a visiting card and left without saying goodbye. It did not look like he was bringing a gift. It was at a critical moment in the battle between Songshan Sect and Qingfeng Village, so he might have bad intentions!
"Master Wan, this thing has an unknown origin. What do you think we should do with it?"

The seventh son of the Jingyuan Earl family raised his head from his gentle embrace, glanced at the food box, and said with a smile: "It looks dirty, who knows what kind of pickled food is in it, Brother Wan, throw it away quickly."

Wan Xiaoyun was frowning, and he became even more angry when he heard him say this. These two food boxes were poorly made and obviously not from a wealthy family. Who was so rude as to dare to make fun of the emperor's uncle!

"Give it here. I want to see what good things you have given me."

These noblemen were all obedient and domineering by nature, and one could not go against their wishes in the slightest. Ji Ling had no choice but to nod his head.

"Listen to Master Wan."

The Ji family's housekeeper carried two food boxes, placed them on the table in front of Wan Xiaoyun, and opened the lids.

The air froze for a few breaths, and a scream exploded in the flower hall.

"what!"

The brothel girl who was nearby came over to take a look and was immediately frightened and backed away, tripping over the embroidered cushion and falling to the ground, leaving a stain of water...

Ji Ling had sharp eyes and recognized the two familiar faces.

Nine-curve sword bell town.

Yin and Yang hand Le Hou.

A few days ago, he also hosted a banquet in this flower hall for two guardians of Songshan Sect to discuss the ownership and profit division of Pingyang Jianghu in the future. Everything was fine during the daytime on the ring.

"This this…"

"It's too cruel."

He stood up suddenly and put his hand to his waist, then he remembered that he did not carry the Embroidered Spring Sword with him. He was about to call the Jinyiwei to chase him out, but he was afraid that this was a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and he was at a loss for a moment.

The banquet was in chaos. These noblemen, who were seventeen or eighteen years old, had done all kinds of evil things but their hands were clean. They had never seen such a tragic scene before. They were so frightened that they screamed and shrank into the arms of the women.

Wan Xiaoyun's face was pale. The two human heads in the box were cut off at the neck. Their eyes were open, facing upwards, staring at him with a strange look.

Next to the food box was a plate of large steamed carp with shredded ginger, with its mouth open, facing him, as if it could speak.

"Take your head out, take your head out quickly..."

His stomach churned and with a "wow" he vomited out all the food and wine he had eaten tonight, along with the bile. The yellow and white stuff on the ground stank. The more Wan Xiaoyun looked at it, the more sick he felt, as if the two bloody heads were also a dish on the table tonight that he had swallowed. He retched again.

"Someone, someone, come!"

Ji Ling shouted outside the hall, and more than ten Jinyiwei rushed in. He immediately ordered someone to throw the food box outside, and then said: "You go to the Qianhu Office in the north of the city to mobilize soldiers and horses, and the rest of you stay in the flower hall to protect the young masters."

The less important thousand-household units were usually difficult to fully staff, with only five or six hundred people. Excluding the hundred-household units scattered in various counties, there were only more than three hundred Jinyiwei left in Pingyang City, but they were well-equipped with bows and crossbows, as well as dozens of armored soldiers, which were enough to suppress ordinary martial arts masters.

After a long while, Wan Xiaoyun recovered a little. Although he was still frightened, he was much better than the two young men who had wet their pants.

Ji Ling smelled a faint fishy smell coming from the banquet, glanced at the few pampered young men hiding behind the woman, and shook his head secretly. No matter how much flattery he showed on the surface, he couldn't help but feel disdain in his heart.

The children of officials in northern Shanxi, more or less, made their fortunes through military exploits. After several generations of wealth and status, when it came to these people, it was already in such a state. This shows how corrupt the entire world had become. No wonder the forces of the underworld dared to challenge the local government. During the reigns of Taizu and Taizong, this would have been simply a fantasy!

Wan Xiaoyun tried to remain calm and said, "Captain Ji, who do you think did this?"

Ji Ling thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "It should be the martial arts master sent by Qingfeng Village!"

"Qingfeng Village? Jianghu masters? How dare they be so bold?"

Wan Xiaoyun found it a little unbelievable.

There are numerous military towns in northern Shanxi, and the power of the aristocratic military families is very strong.

The so-called Jianghu is nothing more than a chamber pot of the government and cannot cause any waves at all.

Ji Ling smiled bitterly and said, "Master Wan, this is Pingyang, which is different from northern Shanxi."

"Qiao Wuyong... Where is Mr. Qiao?"

Wan Xiaoyun suddenly shouted outside the hall, but there was no response.

When the young master went out, even though he was in Jin Province, the father-in-law's mansion still sent a senior attendant from the mansion, the 'Jinbei Swordsman', to accompany him. Because he was too old and did not like sensual pleasures, he barely managed to afford the ridiculous banquets of the first two days and was unwilling to come again.

With such a big commotion, Qiao Wuyong should have come to protect his master long ago.

At this time.

There was a faint sound of fighting outside, which should be quite far away at this moment, but the sound could only be heard because the flower hall was connected to other halls. A moment later, accompanied by a few screams that pierced the night sky, the Ji Mansion became quiet again.

"It's Qiao Wuyong's voice!"

In the sky and on the ground, inside and outside the house, the masters of Qingfeng Village seem to be everywhere.

The Jinyiwei also hid in the flower hall and did not dare to go out to investigate.

"Wow!"

"Whoosh!"

Wan Xiaoyun looked up in horror. This time, the footsteps came from the roof of the flower hall, approaching from far away. The person who came had already dealt with Qiao Wuyong. At this time, the strongest master in the Ji Mansion was coming towards this side.

"Crash!"

"careful!"

Ji Ling suddenly shouted sternly and pulled Wan Xiaoyun away. When he looked up again, the roof was as if struck by thunder, with a gap, broken tiles and rafters, and dust all over the sky, pouring in like a flood, instantly covering the delicacies on the table.

The gap was facing the Eight Immortals Table in the middle of the hall. Those who failed to dodge in time were hit by the rubble and their faces were covered in blood.

"boom!"

The roof slid away coldly, and a four-foot-long sword fell from the sky and stuck diagonally on the Eight Immortals Table.

It is the famous weapon of "Shanxi Northern Swordsman" Qiao Wuyong.

However, the owner of the knife fell down earlier, and as a result, the horse-slaying sword was nailed to the solid sandalwood table top, completely killing him.

There were several deep sword wounds on his body, and his face was frozen with an expression of disbelief, as if he had seen the Asura from hell.

The night sky was silent. Moonlight streamed in through the hole in the roof, looking cold and frosty, as if it was created by the whistling of a sword.

Seeing that there was no movement, Ji Ling felt relieved.

He had a lot of experience in the martial world, and vaguely felt that although the other party's attack was ruthless, he did not really want to kill everyone.

Otherwise, there is no need to keep exerting pressure, just charge in and everyone in the room will have to pay.

With his martial arts, he first took the heads of Zhong Zhen and Le Hou, and then killed martial arts masters like Qiao Wuyong. He came and went in the Ji Mansion almost without a trace. He and the few Jinyiwei in the hall would definitely not be able to stop him.

"My good man, you have achieved your goal. I am convinced."

Ji Ling made a gesture, asking the Jinyiwei to protect Wan Xiaoyun and others and hide in the corner. "We can discuss any conditions."

Ji Ling stood there alone.

"Swipe!"

A cloud of dust fell from the sky, and a man in a black robe and a bamboo hat descended from the roof. He stepped on the Eight Immortals Table, glanced at the jagged horse-slaying sword and the old acquaintance he had killed after draining his internal energy. He turned to look at Ji Ling and the group of men and women huddled in the corner.

"You have some courage! But you are so stupid."

Seeing the murderous intent of the newcomer, Ji Ling, who was well-informed, could not think of resisting.

Such a martial arts master can only be eliminated and killed by mobilizing a large number of Jinyiwei with powerful crossbows and iron armor, and the loss will be huge. Once you let him go, you will have to sleep with one eye open from now on.

"I was stupid and offended someone I shouldn't have offended. If you can forgive me and stop here, Pingyang City will be restored to its original state. What do you think?"

This is the condition proposed by Ji Ling.

He did not say it explicitly, but he assumed that the other party was from Qingfeng Village, which meant that the Pingyang martial arts world would still be under the command of Qingfeng Village and the Jinyiwei would no longer interfere.

Zhang Yu sneered: "There is a price to pay for being stupid!"

Ji Ling asked, "What do you want, sir?"

Zhang Yu did not answer him, but looked at the group of men and women: "Qiao Wuyong is a lackey of the Wan family in Taiyuan Prefecture. He appeared here. Could it be that the Wan family came to Pingyang?"

When Wan Xiaoyun heard this, his heart was shocked and his face turned even paler.

The other party actually knew Qiao Wuyong. It seemed that he had done his homework and he might have some old grudges with the Wan family.

Zhang Yu saw everything about Wan Xiaoyun's abnormality and the looks of the people around him.

He hooked his finger and said coldly: "Come here!"

Wan Xiaoyun was reluctant, but looking at Qiao Wuyong's body, the silent terror was like a pair of big hands grabbing his clothes and dragging him to the Eight Immortals Table. He couldn't help but think of the big carp on the table that died with its eyes open, its dry white eyeballs, as if foreshadowing his own fate.

"Please spare my life, my dear. I...I will never dare to go against Qingfeng Village again..."

"I will not get involved in the Yunwu Tea Company's business."

"Spare my life. You can ask for as much gold and silver as you want. My father will give it to me."

Wan Xiaoyun's legs went limp and he knelt down, his body shaking like a winnowing basket sifting chaff.

Zhang Yu asked, "Is your last name Wan?"

"Yes Yes…"

"What's the relationship with Wan Zhen'er?"

"The Imperial Concubine... is my sister."

"I see. No wonder we look somewhat similar."

Wan Xiaoyun felt a hope of survival: "Hero knows my sister?"

Zhang Yu nodded and said, "We have had several close friendships."

Wan Xiaoyun raised his head and smiled, "So he's one of us."

Zhang Yu sneered, without commenting, and looked at Ji Ling: "Was it this uncle who instigated you to collude with Songshan Sect to deal with Qingfeng Village?"

It turned out that they were sent by Qingfeng Village!
Ji Ling felt regretful in his heart. If he had known that Zhao Xia had such a master hidden, he would not have gotten involved in this mess.

He didn't dare to put all the blame on Wan Xiaoyun. The other party was killed here. The anger of Wan Guozhang, Wan Guifei, and Wan Zhihuishi was not something a Jinyiwei captain could bear. If things went wrong, their families might be implicated.

"It's mainly because I'm possessed by evil spirits and want to interfere in the affairs of the Pingyang underworld."

"You are quite tough! Now that the matter has been clarified, that's good!"

Zhang Yu pulled out the horse-slaying sword on the table and thrust it in front of the two men.

The sword tip sunk a foot and a half into the floor, and the sword body vibrated slightly with a humming sound.

"Everyone in the martial arts world knows that the Eastern Cult Master and Wan Chong Lou have an agreement that the martial arts world and the court are clearly separated and neither side interferes. As long as the martial arts forces have not killed officials, occupied the city, or raised the flag of rebellion, the Jinyiwei cannot enforce the laws of the Ming Dynasty in the martial arts world."

At that time, the Sun and Moon Sect was at its peak, with twelve halls fully staffed, expert assassins as numerous as clouds and feathers, and 30,000 fanatical elite followers entrenched in Black Wood Cliff, only a few hundred miles away from the capital.

In the early days of Emperor Yousheng's reign, the court was weak and had to make such a big compromise.

That's why.

As the leader of a cult of evil, Dongfang Bubai has been slandered by people of the righteous path, but he still enjoys a high prestige in the martial arts world.

The strange men from all over the world, as well as the leaders of gangs from all over the world, vied with each other to attach themselves to him and were willing to become his disciples.

Even the leaders of Shaolin and Wudang, the two sects that uphold the banner of righteousness and usually lead the orthodox sect in verbal battles against the evil sect, had to respectfully call Dongfang Bubai "Mr. Dongfang" when they really met him.

In the final analysis, whether you are black or white, prestige in the underworld can only be earned through fighting.

Apart from this, the tens of millions of other roads are, after all, nothing more than opportunistic paths, like building a city on sand that cannot withstand the erosion of waves.

Prestige in the martial arts world that is not gained through strength can easily lead to mental demons.

Just like Yue Buqun worked hard to build up the reputation of "Gentleman Sword", he himself did not believe it, and people in the martial arts world did not believe it either, and he became a laughing stock in secret.

Mr. Yue understood this principle too well, which was why he made all kinds of calculations and was extremely ruthless, just to prove that he was worthy of such respect from the world.

Zhang Yu laughed and said, "The Jinyiwei's hands are stretched too far!"

Ji Ling looked at the horse-slaying sword in front of him, felt a chill in his heart, and took a deep breath.

Zhang Yu said coldly: "Get rid of it!"

Ji Ling sighed and said, "As long as Your Excellency lets Master Wan go, I am willing to make amends!"

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

Ji Ling was silent for a moment, then he lifted up his left sleeve, revealing his slightly fair arm, and stretched it in front of the horse-slaying sword.

He glanced at Wan Xiaoyun who was dazed with fear, gritted his teeth, and slammed his arm towards Cefeng.

"Puchi, Gecha", with a series of short, teeth-grinding sounds, blood splattered everywhere, and half of the arm flew into the air and then fell to the ground.

"So... Your Excellency...are you satisfied?"

Ji Ling held the half bleeding arm and called the housekeeper to bring a candle to burn the wound. A burst of white smoke came out, accompanied by the sizzling smell of burnt meat. He cried out in pain and fell on his back.

Wan Xiaoyun was stunned when he saw this tragic scene. For the first time, he understood the cruelty of the world.

The other party is stronger than you and is not afraid of your status as the king's uncle. It seems that you really have nothing to rely on.

Zhang Yu stood up, looked at Wan Xiaoyun who was lying on the ground, and chuckled.

"Young man, learn well, Ji Qianhu. This is a real man who knows how to advance and retreat!"

"You, go back to Taiyuan Prefecture. For the sake of our relationship with your sister, I will spare you this time."

"If you dare to appear in Pingyang City again, the Buddha will not be able to stay!"

Before he finished speaking, a black shadow swayed, and the man in a black robe and a bamboo hat stepped forward with his left foot, leaped up, and jumped out of the huge hole in the roof from where he came...

(End of this chapter)