Chapter 295 Zhao Duan: This young master sees that you are not willing to accept my toast, so I will

Chapter 295 Zhao Duan: This young master sees that you are not willing to accept my toast, so I will

Chapter 295 Zhao Duan: This young master sees that you are not willing to accept my toast, so I will drink the wine for punishment

The person Zhao Duan was looking for was Mr. Song from Taicang County, who was also the current elder of the Linfeng Song branch.

Songjiazhuang is where the Song clan members live. Although it is located in the countryside, it is surrounded by mountains and rivers and is as majestic as a small town.

The roads outside the village are all smooth and paved with stones.

From a distance, the continuous buildings with a slightly Jiangnan style appear connected together.

They all have white walls and black tiles, and there are even a few two-story buildings rising from the ground, and the land and houses are flat and neat.

When the group arrived outside the village, they simply got off the car and walked.

The old man in a white robe, Lu Qingfeng, walked beside Zhao Duan and led the way, with an expression of emotion:

"After more than ten years of absence, this place is even better than before."

Zhao Duan said leisurely with his hands behind his back:

"The people here seem to be much richer than those in other places."

Xu Junling pursed his lips and smiled faintly:
"Since it is adjacent to the silver mine, even if one does not covet or rob others, and only does some convenient things, one will not be poor. Apart from other places, this farm is clean and tidy, and even if it is placed on the Huai River, it is considered to be in the upper middle class.

"This...Miss, I do understand why the owner of the Song Family dared to keep Master Lu as the coach of the manor. I think he is not short of money."

The grassroots security in Dayu is poor, and it is considered good if the clerks do not cause trouble to the village.

Not to mention that there are always bandits and bullies, so even if the rural families are well-educated, they will pool their money to support some warriors in order to protect themselves.

Normally, these people would be invited to teach martial arts to the young and strong men in the family.

With the financial resources of Songjiazhuang, it is not surprising that they can invite some martial arts masters, even practitioners, to take charge.

Lu Qingfeng smiled without saying anything, as if he agreed.

At this time, as the group approached, they had attracted the attention of some people living near the village, but they just stood there vigilantly, looking from afar and did not come forward.

There was an open space in the village, separated by a fence where morning glories and chrysanthemums were planted. It was square and sounds of playfulness could be heard from inside.

Zhao Duan wanted to ask for directions, so he walked closer.

But suddenly, a huge rattan ball flew out from behind the fence with a "whoosh" sound and hit everyone.

"Bang." Zhao Duan spread out his five fingers, raised his hand and caught the sepak ball in his hand, slightly surprised, realizing that someone was playing Cuju.

"Ah, it flew out again!"

"Brother Xiaowu, you are like this again..."

"Haha, who told me that I'm good at Kung Fu and have strong legs? I'll just pick it up."

A burst of laughter came from inside the fence that was taller than a person.

Then, the half-open fence door was pushed open, and a strong young man about seventeen or eighteen years old trotted out.

He was wearing a short shirt, a belt inlaid with jade, and his hair was tied up in a mess.

He looked around and saw a group of people outside, and his frivolous expression was obviously stunned.

Her gaze was instinctively attracted to Xu Junling. She swallowed secretly, her eyes shining brightly.

Then he caught a glimpse of Zhao Duan, who was dressed like a wealthy young man, and the rattan ball in his hand.

"Where did this beautiful sister come from? How could she pick up my ball?"

The muscular young man smiled playfully and just stared at Xu Junling.

Attracted by the sound, more than twenty young men swarmed out from inside the fence.

They were all in their teens and twenties, staring at this group of strangers in surprise.

Xu Junling was very natural, not at all shy like an ordinary woman, and smiled:
"He's a sweet talker, but I wasn't the one who picked up the ball."

As he spoke, he looked to the side.

Zhao Duan smiled and said:
"You almost hit someone with the ball. It's fine that you didn't know how to apologize, but you even mistook the person... Haha, whatever. Young man, we are here to find Mr. Song. You can show me the way to the house, and I will return the sepak takraw ball to you, how about that?"

Looking for the Juren Master?
The young men were not surprised that more and more people came to visit the elders.

The burly young man called "Brother Xiaowu" then glanced at him, and seemed to think that the man and woman in front of him were a couple. His expression became a little cold and he didn't respond at all.

Still smiling playfully, he said to Xu Junling:

"Where is this sister from? What do you want to see my uncle for? Are you here to visit me because you admire him?"

Xu Junling smiled and gave Zhao Duan a smug look, as if to say:
Look, they don't even pay attention to you. Our King Zhao has no face left once he leaves the capital... Look at this princess.

The princess won the game.

She smiled sweetly, gracefully and gently:

"We have something to ask, so we came to visit Mr. Song. Please lead the way, sir."

Zhao Duan looked at her in surprise. This scheming little princess actually pinched her throat deliberately!
Is it fun to tease a country boy?

The burly young man smiled, his eyes rolled, and he said with a grin, "Since sister asked, of course I can. But the manor doesn't accept strangers. Also, I don't like this guy. He has to wait outside and return the sepak takraw to me... Oh, and he has to apologize to me."

The young man raised his hand and pointed his finger at Zhao Duan, looking very proud.

Among the group of young Cuju players behind him, an older one frowned slightly and wanted to speak, but the others spoke first:
"That's right! Men can't do that!"

"Fifth brother is right, women can enter the village, but men can't!"

"Give the ball back!"

Amid the noise, the old man in a plain robe, Lu Qingfeng, felt a pang in his heart and thought to himself that something was wrong.

The burly man with a sword on his waist and the ordinary-looking female knight with a sword in her thirties turned their heads to look at "King Zhao" at the same time, showing a bit of caution in their expressions:

"Son..."

Amid the shouting of the domineering young farmer.

Zhao Duan's eyes narrowed slowly, and the faint smile on his face became brighter and brighter. He said softly:
"apologize?"

Following the spear and stick instructor in the village to learn martial arts, the strong young man who was much stronger than his peers and thought he was a martial arts genius was used to being domineering. Seeing that this young man just smiled, he couldn't help but become more arrogant:

"That's right. Don't pretend that I didn't hear you. You said I don't know etiquette..."

"Is that so?" Zhao Duan said, smiling and extending his right hand that was holding the sepak takraw ball:

"In that case, I'll return it to you."

That's more like it... You're such a coward... Even with a few servants like you, you wouldn't dare to act wildly in the manor...

The muscular young man raised his head proudly, took a step forward, and was about to receive it when he suddenly saw the young man turn his wrist and press the sepak takraw ball straight towards his chest.

"boom!"

The next second, in the horrified gaze of everyone, the young man and the ball were hit head-on by a galloping horse.

With a scream, his body flew into the air, and then bent like a shrimp in mid-air, his face twisted in pain, and he vomited obscene things.

The whole person was like a broken sack, and was hit against the towering fence wall with a bang.

"what!!"

The sepak ball also collapsed and exploded under the palm force, and the shattered fragments were like bullets, hitting the group of Cuju boys who covered their heads and ran away, screaming in pain.

In the blink of an eye, he fell to the ground like a straw, looking at the group of strangers with horror. How could he still be laughing?
Zhao Duan struck out with one palm, and suddenly grabbed through the air, using the "Inverted Galaxy" in reverse, and a strong suction force suddenly spurted out from the palm of his hand.

He pulled the young boy "Little Brother Wu" back through the air, strangled him by the neck with his hands, and lifted him up in the air with ease.

"What did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly."

Zhao Duan has a pure and innocent look on his face.

"Chuck...cluck..."

The muscular young man was held in the air like a chicken, his legs kicking wildly, his face flushed red, his eyes filled with fear, unable to speak. He rolled his eyes and asked "gentle sister" for help.

However, Xu Junling, who was elegant and looked like a lady from a noble family, had a smile on her face and did not show any sympathy at all.

"Killing!"

"Go and call someone!"

"Please ask Master Xie to come over, he said there are thieves breaking in!"

The fallen teenagers fled in terror, shouting as they ran towards the village.

"Sir, this group of people..."

Wearing iron arm guards, the big man who had threatened to challenge Zhao Duan that day had a fierce look on his face, bowed humbly, and gave him a look that asked him if he wanted to stop him.

"No need for that. If you don't accept my toast, I'll have to drink the wine for punishment. It's easier to just find someone else this way."

Zhao Duan casually threw the nearly suffocated boy to the ground and sighed softly:

"I am a kind-hearted young master. Today, I will teach Mr. Song how to discipline the young men in our clan."

Everyone looked at each other.

The muscular young man who was thrown to the ground coughed violently. Just as he was about to get up, he was stepped on by the knife-wielding man and fell into the mud. He was puzzled and said:
"Master Lu, you must have met Mr. Song in the past. Was he also so ignorant?"

Lu Qingfeng stroked his beard, looking back:
“I have met him once, but we didn’t have much interaction. The one who begged me to stay was the previous owner of Song Family Manor. However, the manor is really famous for this scholar.

Haha, but it’s not because of any fame, but this person once followed Mr. Zhengyang to cultivate himself, and has always called himself a disciple of Mr. Zhengyang.”

"Mr. Zhengyang?"

Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows, feeling that it sounded familiar, perhaps he had heard it before.

Xu Junling explained:

"This man is the number one hermit in Dayu. When Xiuwenguan was first opened, as far as I know, the court sent someone to invite Mr. Zhengyang to come out of seclusion, but he declined."

(End of this chapter)