Chapter 314: Demolishing the Ancestral Hall

Chapter 314: Demolishing the Ancestral Hall

Chapter 314: Demolishing the Ancestral Hall (Not in good condition, sorry!)
The blind girl had her eyes wrapped in a veil and was kneeling on a high platform with only a guqin in front of her.

She pushed with her arms, her fingers flew, and her shoulders trembled violently, as if her whole body was immersed in the state of playing the piano. When the sound of the piano was high, it could reach the sky, and when it was low, it sank into the underworld. But at this moment, all of this was covered by the noisy world.

"Room Jade 3?"

A maid in a light green vest was standing outside the door. She took the wooden sign, checked it, and pushed open the door.

"Sir, please come in."

She glanced at the man secretly and saw that he was tall, handsome, and noble, but he was also cold and distant. This unique temperament was exactly what could attract the infatuated women in the world to approach him like moths to a flame.

As a maid in the Qun Yu Courtyard, she had seen some romantic scenes, but she still couldn't help but feel her heart tremble.

The environment of the private room is very quiet. After entering the door, there are two screens embroidered with "Autumn Sacrifice to Zhurong". Large pieces of gold thread render the whole mountain in autumn yellow. The villagers in simple clothes, carrying community drums and waving green flags, surround the statue of Zhurong and go into the mountain.

Behind the screen, there is a chair and a small table.

A pearl curtain hangs in front of her, facing the high platform between the buildings.

When the maidservant in green saw the man take off the bag he was carrying, she quickly reached out to take it.

"Guest, please let me put the bag down."

"No, it's too heavy for you to lift."

The maid in green chuckled and said, "You are joking, my friend. How heavy can a bag be? However, thank you for your understanding."

Zhang Yu chuckled and carefully placed the increasingly heavy black bag next to the chair.

Seeing this, the maidservant in green shirt thought to herself, "It seems that this is heavy, it is precious heavy!"

Five hundred taels of silver is not too little, but it is also a lot...it is indeed a lot.

Having a fortune of five hundred taels and being able to easily take out five hundred taels to buy a chair in a private room are two completely different things. Therefore, most of the guests who can go to the second floor are either rich or noble, and are from aristocratic families who regard money as dirt.

She was secretly curious and didn't know what was in the package, but she was afraid that it was worth much more than gold and silver.

"Sir, shall we draw the curtain now?"

"Draw up the curtain."

After Zhang Yu sat down on the Huanghuali wood official hat chair, the green-shirted maid immediately opened half of the pearl curtain. He looked down and had a strange feeling in his heart. Some people felt that sitting in the lobby and looking at the same scenery only cost five taels of silver, so why spend a hundred times the money for a false reputation.

Only after sitting in a private room can you understand a truth.

The 72 tables of guests were enjoying the scenery in the stands, but little did they know that they had also become the "scenery" for the guests in the private rooms upstairs.

He was one of the early ones. The private room, Jade No. 3, had a good location, not too far from the platform.

Zhang Yu thought to himself, "There seems to be a sense of madness in the sound of the piano. What kind of experience must a woman have to be able to play such a scene?"

After the blind girl finished playing the song, she left silently, holding the guqin.

She played the piano very seriously.

But from beginning to end, only a few people listened carefully.

To be honest, people come to brothels for pleasure, not to do good deeds. Who would want to watch a blind girl play the piano? For the guests who have spent a lot of money, it is a blatant waste of time, an unforgivable sin, and a step into hell!

Not long after, sixteen dancers came up, wearing light gauze skirts and snow-white bare feet. They danced gracefully and in unison on the wool embroidered carpet, sometimes solemn and reserved, sometimes bold and provocative, which drew cheers and applause from the hall.

"Guest, the food and drinks are here."

"Leave it alone."

A maidservant in green came in from outside the door carrying a food box, and placed four meat dishes, four vegetable dishes, two plates of fresh fruits, and a pot of wine on the table.

The maid in green shirt picked up the wine jug and was about to pour wine when she heard a commotion coming from downstairs.

Zhang Yu glanced sideways and saw some familiar faces. He frowned slightly and said, "These flies can be found everywhere. They are really haunting us!"

staircase.

The black-clad servant saluted and looked at the group of people opposite with a smile.

"Everyone, I have told you again and again that you are late. The private rooms upstairs are full."

"Isn't it just five hundred taels of silver? We'll pay double!"

Seven or eight men surrounded a young man in a white robe wearing a jade crown on his head. They all spoke Sichuan dialect and seemed to be from the same hometown. The young man in the white robe, along with the two men with swords on his left and right, did not say a word. They just watched quietly. It was obvious that his status was higher than those around him. He just let an arrogant servant boy and the black-clothed servant "argue" with each other.

The black-clad servant still blocked the staircase and said with a smile, "I'm so sorry! This is not about money. The private room is full and there is nothing I can do. Please forgive me, please forgive me."

The servant boy put his hands on his waist, pointed at his nose and cursed: "Forgive your mother, do you know who my master is? If you dare to stop him, I think you don't want to live anymore, and you'd better not open Qun Yuyuan!"

"My dear guests, you all seem to be from noble families. It is a great blessing for us to have you here. However, the Jade Courtyard is a place that follows rules. We can't just drive away other guests and let you in, right? If we do that, I'm afraid you gentlemen won't feel at ease, right?"

There was no trace of anger on the face of the black-clothed servant, and he still had a smile as warm as the spring breeze. His response was well-reasoned and neither humble nor arrogant. Many guests in the lobby were amazed that he was just a servant in Qun Yuyuan, but he had such good manners. It was really amazing.

A curious person inquired about it for a week before finding out the truth.

This black-clothed servant also entered the building half a year ago. He had no name or surname. Usually, the girls in the building only called him "Door God". He had excellent boxing and kicking skills and was a loyal dog under Mother Kang. He could guard the door tightly and calm down the wind and rain.

The book boy's clever mouth was obviously well-trained, and as soon as he opened his mouth, shit, urine and fart came out continuously.

"Rules? Bullshit! What else are you going to use to pressure us? Whether you chase him away or find another room, that's your business. Anyway, my master is wronged even if he has your private room, not to mention that he can't sit in the lobby on this floor!"

The young man in white robe stood there for a long while, and seeing that the other party was still not moved by his persuasion, he felt a little impatient.

"If it weren't for the reputation of the Oriental Courtesan, who would be willing to come to the Qun Yu Courtyard? There would be no other brothel in Hengshan City..."

When the black-clothed servant heard the words "Oriental courtesan" and "brothel", a gleam flashed in his eyes. He slowly straightened his back, and the smile on his face gradually faded. He quietly watched the servant who was still spewing shit.

"Have you said enough?"

"what?"

The servant boy hadn't reacted yet. Seeing the black-clothed servant's attitude change so drastically, he was a little confused for a moment.

"I said, are you done?"

The black-clothed servant stared at the boy and repeated it word for word.

The book boy snorted coldly: "I'm done, or not, what can you do?"

The black-clothed servant stood on the third staircase, crossed his arms, glanced at the people behind him, and sneered, "If you're done, please get out. If you're not finished, please get out too. I don't have time to listen to a dog barking here."

"What did you say!" The servant boy looked back and saw the young man in white robe nodded slightly, a sneer appeared on his face. He cursed, "You're looking for death!", took a step forward, climbed the stairs, and chopped towards the black-clothed boy's face with his left palm. His right hand made a claw and grabbed the opponent's crotch. The palm wind was slanting, combining light and dark, and the moves were really sharp.

"This palm technique is quite vicious!"

The guests in the hall were a little surprised. They originally thought that this tender and delicate book boy was just a plaything like a boy lover, but they didn't expect that he had real kung fu skills.

"Blindfolded to pick peaches? This is somewhat similar to the martial arts of the Great Saint Sect of Southern Sichuan... The Eighteen Picks of the Ghost Monkey."

The man felt a chill down his spine just as he spoke. He would rather fight against the devil from the Sun Moon Sect than run into a master from the Great Sage Sect who specialized in picking people's "peaches".

It is said that any martial arts master who has fought with the leader of the Great Sage Sect, even if he wins by just a few moves, has to leave half a fish ball.

No one wants to offend them and risk having the ancestral hall demolished, so the Great Sage Sect can almost do whatever it wants in southern Sichuan.

The ghost monkey’s eighteen picks are hard to guard against!
"In the battle to suppress the barbarian chieftains a few years ago, the Great Saint Sect made several contributions and became very close to the Sichuan government. Could this group of people be the court's lackeys?"

"I don't know. The Qun Yu Yuan has been able to gain a foothold in Hunan for many years, so it is not a rootless duckweed..."

Seeing that his opponent was about to tear down the ancestral hall, the black-clothed servant sneered, leaned back to avoid the fake move of 'blinding', and kicked out with both legs one after another with great force. The first kick landed on the right shoulder, but with a crisp sound, the arm immediately went limp. The second kick followed closely, hitting the chest. The servant flew backwards and was about to hit the young man in white.

"interesting!"

A man suddenly jumped out from the left, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of the young man in white robe. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, met the back of the flying servant boy, supported him, and at the same time injected true energy to dissipate the force of the kick, and then put the servant boy down.

"Sir, I am incompetent..."

The servant boy was seriously injured, with a broken arm. Even if it is reattached, it will be difficult for him to recover as normal. In the future, he will have great difficulties in performing such a vicious martial art as "Eighteen Picks of the Ghost Monkey".

The black-clothed servant clapped his hands, crossed his arms, and stared coldly at the people below.

"You dare to cause trouble in Qun Yu Courtyard, you are seeking death!"

The servant turned around and looked at the young man in white robe with tears in his eyes. There was a strange tenderness on his face. If it weren't for his thick Adam's apple moving up and down, one would have thought that this person was a woman dressed as a man. However, looking at his posture, his body was not a woman's, and his heart was almost the same.

"Useless! Is this how Yuan Shengtong trained you? If it weren't for the fact that you're pretty good in bed, I..."

The young man in white robe cursed a few words, shook his head slightly, and considering their old friendship, he still asked one of his men to take the servant to treat the injury.

He looked up the stairs. Originally he came here just for the reputation of the new courtesan, but now it was a matter of face, so he had to sit firmly in this private room. Otherwise, if the news got back to Sichuan, he would lose face greatly.

"Young Master Hou?"

The young man in white robe looked at the tall and thin man beside him.

Hou Renying said softly, "Don't worry, Mr. Han. We are fellow countrymen from Sichuan. How can the Qingcheng Sect just sit there and watch? Let me, your junior brother, fight with him for a few moves."

The young man in white robe hesitated and said, "Young Master Hong? Can he do it? This dog slave doesn't look easy to deal with."

Hou Renying chuckled and shouted, "Renxiong, make way for Master Han!"

The person who just caught the servant boy was none other than Hong Renxiong, Yu Canghai's second disciple. He was one of the Four Beauties of Qingcheng Sect and was famous for his palm power. If his name was known in the martial arts world, he would be someone who could make a name for himself. However, Bashu was closed, and the Qingcheng Sect had only expanded its influence towards Hanzhong in recent years. It did not dare to conflict with the Hengshan Sect, which was deeply rooted in Hunan. Therefore, it seldom came to Hengyang, so not many people knew Hong Renxiong.

"Big Brother, Master Han, just wait and see. I will let this dog slave know that there are always people better than you and there are always higher things better than you!"

As soon as Hong Renxiong finished speaking, he stepped on his left foot, leaped up two or three feet, opened his palms, and punched the black-clothed boy's ears. If this move hit him, the opponent's brain would be shaken into a paste.

"The pine wind fills my ears!"

"They are from the Qingcheng Sect."

Among the guests in the hall, there were many heroes from the martial arts world. They did not recognize the people at first, but they recognized their martial arts. Each martial arts school has its own characteristics. When a disciple travels around the world, his moves can also be regarded as a business card.

"He's a master!"

The black-clothed servant's face grew solemn. Just from the opening move, he could tell that the opponent's kung fu was solid and he was not comparable to the servant boy who took a sinister approach. Relying on the advantage of being on a high ground, he repeated the same trick and kicked out with both legs at the same time.

Compared with before, the speed is faster and the force is stronger.

It is true that the tricks don’t have to be new, they should be adapted to local conditions, and the methods don’t have to be old, as long as they work.

"Well done!"

Hong Renxiong sneered, as if he was not surprised at all. He retracted his hands and directly grabbed the kicking legs. When the two came into contact, the black-clothed servant suddenly felt as if there was an iron hoop on his calf and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Go to hell you!"

Hong Renxiong grinned grimly, grabbed the man by the legs, and swung him half a circle on the stairs. There were continuous "bang bang bang" sounds, and the wooden railings broke. The black-clothed boy's head and face suddenly swelled up, and his mouth and nose were bleeding. He looked miserable.

"Oh!"

Finally, the black-clad servant was thrown down like a sack and landed at the stairs.

"Magical wooden sign? Do you think you are so great?"

Hong Renxiong picked up the wooden box that had fallen on the stairs. It was originally used to hold the wooden sign for the private room. He then threw it into the air. When it fell, he smashed it with a palm, and wood chips flew everywhere.

"Rules? What rules? Can the rules of the Qun Yu Yuan govern us?"

The young man in white robes vented his anger and was in a good mood. He turned around to look at the guards of the Jade Courtyard who were rushing over with sticks. Seeing that the most skilled "door god" on his side had been beaten, he hesitated to move forward.
He chuckled.

"Why don't you go call the madam and ask her to pay for the medicine? Then she can go upstairs and find me."

After saying that, the young man in white robe stepped on the black-robed servant and went up to the second floor. Naturally, the followers followed suit and stepped over his body, looking very proud.

There are eighteen private rooms on the second floor, from Yuyi to Yushiba, and the first nine rooms have the best locations.

The young man in white robe looked around and saw that most of the private rooms were guarded in groups of three or four. It was obvious that the people inside were either rich or noble. From their conversations, there were generals from Changsha Prefecture, children from aristocratic families, and several gang leaders from Hengyang...

"Young Master Hou, Young Master Hong, it looks like the house is really full. That dog slave didn't lie!"

Hou Renying wanted to make friends, so he naturally took the opportunity to build relationships and show off the strength of the Qingcheng Sect. He chuckled and said, "Why not? Whichever room Mr. Han takes a fancy to will definitely be empty."

Hong Renxiong's words were even more explicit. He sneered and said, "Even if there is someone, we can make sure he doesn't have anyone."

In the Sichuan underworld, the Qingcheng Sect is the strongest, surpassing the Emei Sect, but after all, it is a later rising force and its prestige is slightly insufficient. Yu Canghai is too sinister and unpopular, and sometimes he needs the support of the government to be able to lead the Taoist forces in Bashu with legitimacy.

How could the young man in white robe not understand the Qingcheng Sect's intentions? After all, both sides were just getting what they needed, and he didn't want to owe the Qingcheng Sect too much favor, leaving him with no room for maneuver later.

He looked around again and found a private room with no guards at the door.

"Then let's go with Jade No. 3!"

　Stop scolding me, brothers. One reason is that I am very busy today, and the other is that the subsequent plot is very important. I am not sure how to handle it. I have to think carefully. I am worried that I can't write what I want to express. If I really feel that it is not good, I will read it again in a few days. The author apologizes in advance.

　　
　
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