Chapter 242 Missed
Chapter 242 Missed
Zhang Yu thought that before leaving Pingyang, he should go see Zhao Xia...
In front of the gate of Yunwu Villa, eight men holding steel knives stood on both sides. The long east-west street was covered with bright white moonlight like frost. The alleys on both sides were deep and dark, as if ambushes and hidden armor were hidden.
The situation has been tense these days, and even ordinary soldiers in the village can feel it.
There were frequent patrols passing by, and several teams of elite archers deployed on the tower. Lanterns were hung everywhere, making the entire villa brightly lit. The masters of the Songshan School that they were to face this time were no trivial matter. In the martial arts world, they were like the shadow of a man's reputation, so everyone was extra careful.
"Captain Yuan!"
"Meet Chief Yuan."
When they saw the visitor walking out of the gate, they quickly turned sideways and bowed.
"You're welcome, brothers."
Yuan Dingjia was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, handsome and gentle, born into a scholarly family in western Shanxi, and was known as the "white-robed scholar" in the underworld.
He was the only son in the family and had been studying classics, history, and literature since childhood. His parents had originally hoped that he would be able to take the imperial examination, rank among the top three, and bring honor to the family.
Unexpectedly, things did not go as planned. After Yuan Dingjia passed the imperial examination and became a scholar, he became fed up with the eight-legged essay and gave up literature to pursue martial arts. He wandered around the world and had several masters from whom he learned the impressive "Luanpifeng Sword Technique".
"Thank you for your hard work, brothers. The village chief said that he will give out three rewards after we return to Yunwu Mountain."
"Thank you, Village Chief, and thank you, Chief Yuan."
After hearing this, everyone's mood cheered up, and the sleepiness that had originally crawled onto their eyelids disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"In the next few hours of the ring battle, we in Qingfeng Village will have a sure win! At this time, we must be especially careful and alert to prevent the Songshan Sect from being desperate and sending people to attack us secretly when they can't win openly."
When the soldiers in the village heard Chief Yuan say this, they immediately felt relieved.
A man patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Chief Yuan. If the Songshan Sect really dares to come, it will be like throwing meat buns at a dog. There will be no return!"
"What a great ambition! What a courage!"
Yuan Dingjia chuckled, pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, and was about to inspect somewhere else when he suddenly stopped.
"Ok?"
"Someone!"
He stood on the steps and looked towards the east end of the long street. A man in a black robe and a bamboo hat was walking in the moonlight, gradually approaching the gate of the villa.
"At this time... I'm afraid the person coming here may have bad intentions."
Yunwu Courtyard was originally the headquarters of the Dragon Scale Society, with hundreds of houses and mansions connected to each other, almost occupying the entire street. Besides, everyone in Pingyang City knew that this was the territory of Qingfeng Village, and even the Jinyiwei and yamen runners did not dare to come here to disturb easily.
The man stopped at the bottom of the steps, looking at the two doors with vermilion lacquer and copper rings, and the plaque above them that read "Yunwu Bieyuan". He then recalled the night when he conquered the Dragon Scale Society, when he first took charge of a faction. He was so proud that he played the flute all night long.
"You really are coming for Qingfeng Village."
"This is too blatant!"
"Does he think he can single-handedly fight against the hundreds of troops stationed here?"
Yuan Dingjia has been in the underworld for many years and is not an ignorant boy. The man who came was dressed in ordinary clothes and looked unremarkable, but the aura that emanated from him, which was as calm as a lake and as steady as the abyss, could not be faked. I'm afraid that the man who came was a master!
He held the hilt of the sword, took two steps forward, stood on the steps, and asked condescendingly: "The wind is cold and the frost is heavy, and the sword has no eyes. What do you want to do here, sir?"
Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Are you also from Qingfeng Village?"
"Exactly!"
Zhang Yu asked again: "What position do you hold?"
Yuan Dingjia frowned and said, "Infantry leader, why are you asking this?"
Zhang Yu thought for a moment and said, "I haven't seen you before."
Seeing this person's arrogant words, Yuan Dingjia sneered, "You should have seen me before? Who are you? If you don't tell me clearly, don't blame me for being blind under my sword."
Zhang Yu chuckled and said, "I'm here to see your village chief Zhao. Please let him know and say...just say the owner of the bamboo building is here to visit."
"Master of the bamboo building? What do you want to see the village chief for?"
Yuan Dingjia frowned. He thought about it and really didn't remember this name in the martial arts world. He had never heard of it in Qingfeng Village. This person's words might not be credible. If he was an assassin, it would be bad if he took advantage of the village owner's injury to assassinate him.
Zhang Yu saw his worry and said with a smile: "I am an old friend of your village chief. Just tell her the four words 'Master of Bamboo House' and she will come out to see me."
Yuan Dingjia laughed in his heart. The village chief came out to see him? This man was really arrogant!
It seems that he really knows the village chief, but it is hard to say how close they are.
After Zhao Zhaizhu took control of the Pingyang underworld, there were too many people who claimed to be old friends and used Zhao Laodao's name to extort money and seek benefits.
"Stay here and don't move. I'll be back soon."
Under normal circumstances, he would definitely not report to such a person who had no visiting card and was secretive. However, tonight was unusual, so Yuan Dingjia decided to make an exception.
In Fengyu Hall, the candlelight was still on, and several leaders had left.
According to the established arrangement, everyone performed their duties and prepared to deal with the fierce battle after dawn.
The men in black were carrying a wooden box of fire bombs towards the backyard.
"Be careful, don't start a fire bomb and shoot yourself in the foot."
Liu Dachui yawned continuously. After all, he was not young anymore and his energy was running low. He leaned back in a round chair with his iron-ringed sword at his feet. Just as he was about to take a nap, he saw Yuan Dingjia coming hurriedly, so he had to sit up again.
"Brother Liu, someone wants to see the village chief."
Liu Dachui opened his eyes and frowned: "Ask to see the village chief? At this time? Did he tell me who he is?"
Yuan Dingjia said: "He claimed to be the owner of the bamboo building and said that he was an old friend of the village chief. As long as you tell us your name, the village chief will come out to greet you."
Liu Dachui chuckled and slowly leaned back into the round chair.
"You see, these people come to ask for money and make friends, but they don't know how to choose the right time. Don't I know that the village chief has several old friends? I've never heard of the owner of the bamboo house."
Yuan Dingjia thought about it and said, "Why not let him know? It's up to the village chief whether to see him or not..."
Liu Dachui interrupted impatiently, "The village chief was injured during the day, and we discussed matters in the middle of the night. It will be dawn soon. We finally have a chance to rest. How can you bear to disturb us?"
"Besides, this person's origins are unknown. The fire bombs in the courtyard are still being loaded onto trucks and will soon be sent to the secret passage. If he finds out any clues and leaks them out, won't our plan go to waste?"
Yuan Dingjia smelled the gunpowder in the air and thought that was the reason, so he said, "Then I'll ask him to wait. If he really wants to see the village chief, we can talk about it in the morning."
Liu Dachui narrowed his eyes and nodded randomly.
……
At Yunwu Villa, the guard at the gate looked at the man sitting on the steps and couldn't help but find it funny.
This man made some wild remarks and fooled Yuan for a while, but was turned away in the end.
He was good-tempered and not angry. He really waited in front of the door when asked to wait, which showed that he was a sincere person.
At this time, near dawn, footsteps were heard again from the east end of the long street.
Zhang Yu lowered his hat and looked through the gap.
There were about seventeen or eighteen Jinyiwei in that group.
Those behind were carrying several heavy boxes, while those in front were carrying a stretcher with a person lying on it, his left arm wrapped in gauze and his right hand holding several twigs.
"Are you going to... take the blame?"
"It seems that this Ji Qianhu is not only knowledgeable about practical matters, but also quite active."
"I chose this time to come here. It not only shows my sincerity in apologizing, but also avoids being seen by too many people and losing face."
"He's a smart man."
Zhang Yu was completely relieved. Seeing those people getting closer and closer, he didn't want to meet Ji Ling and felt that the matter was over, so he got up from the steps and went out of the city.
I would like to thank my brother '今夕何夕1宋' for his reward. I am sorry for the expense. I would also like to respond to the doubts raised by several brothers. It is really not water. You can say that I did not write out the artistic conception I wanted to express, but it is really not water.
(End of this chapter)