Chapter 297 Threatening the Old Manor Owner

Chapter 297 Threatening the Old Manor Owner

Chapter 297 Threatening the Old Manor Owner

Following Zhao Duan's order, the master of the palace rushed into the crowd without any hesitation.

The man wearing the iron arm guard grinned fiercely, drew his sword with a clang, and the straight blade suddenly became red hot.

Like an artifact being forged in a blacksmith's furnace, it pounced out from the left wing and instantly knocked an equally burly man away.

The sword-holding woman, who was in her thirties, glanced at the group of farmers, without even drawing the rapier in her hand, and rushed into the crowd from the right.

He used both hands to send out palm shadows all over the sky, and every time he sent out a person, wailing, and flying away.

Those who are sent by King Huai'an to protect his daughter are naturally carefully selected masters of the martial arts world.

now.

He wanted to show off and please Zhao Duan, so he naturally tried his best.

Without any reservation.

In an instant, the warriors from Songjiazhuang were defeated.

"Look at the sword!"

The leader, Coach Xie, who was wearing a short shirt and had thick black eyebrows, changed his expression and drew his sword.

In an instant, he made a mysterious step and approached the rich young man.

However, this group of young men and women did not seem nervous at all. They just looked down at them calmly.

The next second, the old man in plain robe with empty hands closed his eyes and said:

"How dare you!"

Then, Coach Xie’s eyes blurred and only an afterimage passed by, and his body began to feel stiff and stinging as if he had been struck by lightning.

There was a "clang" sound.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground. Lu Qingfeng pressed his hand on his forehead and scolded him in a deep voice:
"Your Majesty!"

This swordsman, who was hired for a large sum of money and had a great reputation in the martial arts world, felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his head, and his entire energy was restrained.

But the warrior had his own ruthlessness, veins bulged on his forehead and sweat was like mud.

His knees stood motionless as if they were rusted, trying his best to maintain the last dignity of a warrior.

Lu Qingfeng felt Zhao Duan looking at him with a half-smile in his eyes, and his old face turned red, with a look of shame and anger in his eyes.

He didn't hold back anymore and pressed it down again with 100% of his strength.

"Pfft!"

The middle-aged man in the blue short-sleeved shirt could not resist and fell to his knees miserably.

He supported himself on the ground with his hands, spit out a mouthful of blood, and there was only horror in his eyes.

"Okay, just teach him a lesson, there's no need to really hurt anyone." Zhao Duan said calmly.

Lu Qingfeng then slowly withdrew his hand, suppressing the murderous intent that had just come from him:
"Yes."

At this time, the man with the knife and the woman with the sword also returned to report:

"Son."

In just a moment, the warriors who had just come with such a fierce momentum were defeated.

nearby.

Those members of the Song family who had come to watch the fun were as if they had seen a ghost. They were all horrified and too frightened to move.

"Thank you... Master... you..."

on the ground.

The boy named Xiaowu just sat up and saw this scene. He was so scared that his face turned pale.

When he saw the man kneeling beside him, the martial arts master who he thought was extremely powerful was not even a match for the old man.

How could he not understand that he had offended a real big shot?

"Xiaowu, right?"

Zhao Duan still smiled as if it was not him who gave the order just now. He looked down at the young man and said softly:
"I'll give you another chance. Where is Mr. Song's house?"

"Over there! I...I'll take you there!"

The young man stammered and said that he dared not look at the princess even once again.

……

Mr. Song's residence is located in the north of the center of Zhuangzi, and is an extremely elegant large courtyard.

The courtyard has four entrances, and in the middle of the courtyard there is a large patch of well-pruned black bamboo.

At first glance, it is the result of the owner's meticulous care.

The so-called Four Gentlemen are plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.

Everyone in the village knows that this yard of bamboo is the favorite of the scholar.

He is extremely famous among the literati and officials in the entire Taicang Prefecture.

Mr. Song was about fifty years old. Because he was wealthy and was a disciple of Mr. Zhengyang, he had many friends and was a guest of honor for many officials in the government.

Respected status.

In the study room.

Mr. Song, a man seven feet tall, dressed like a scholar, with a long beard carefully groomed in the style of Mr. Zhengyang, is painting bamboo in front of the window.

Suddenly, I heard a faint noise coming from the front yard.

Then, a servant rushed in, looking frightened:

"Master! It's bad! A group of outsiders came. They are ferocious and beat up Coach Xie and his men as soon as they entered the manor. They asked to see you and have now broken into the front yard!"

"what?!"

Mr. Song, who was nearly fifty years old, changed his expression, shook his wrist, and half of the painting was ruined.

"Who is the other party? Is he accompanied by officials and soldiers?" he asked anxiously.

"There was no official, but he looked like a son of a wealthy family... The official language the man spoke..."

After hearing this, Mr. Song looked puzzled and put down his pen:

"I'll go meet you for a while."

……

The courtyard of the Song Dynasty residence.

All the servants, and even the women in the mansion, gathered together. The injured middle-aged coach was among them. He had a serious expression on his face and kept comforting everyone.

The atmosphere was serious and tense.

"Haha, it would have been great if you had cooperated earlier. I am a reasonable person. I don't like violence."

Zhao Duan, dressed in gorgeous clothes, stood in the courtyard and admired the well-maintained black bamboo.

He gently raised his hand and brushed the dust off the shoulders of the young man who was standing next to him with his head bowed.

But it frightened the strong young man so much that he shivered.

"Master..." At this time, the servants in the yard spoke one after another.

Zhao Duan raised his eyelids and saw a scholar with great bearing coming out from behind. He smiled:
"Are you Mr. Song?"

The old scholar stepped into the courtyard and was shocked at the first glance.

His eyesight is far beyond that of these tribesmen.

Although he didn't know the other party's identity, the restrained nobility of this young man and woman was definitely not something that people from ordinary families could possess.

Especially that woman, she is even better.

"I am indeed the owner of this place. May I ask your names? But...what misunderstanding has occurred?"

The old scholar was the first to bow with a good attitude.

Zhao Duan smiled and patted the boy's shoulder gently:

"Tell your elders about this, so I won't gossip about it."

The boy's nose felt sore and he immediately narrated the whole process in detail. After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't dare to lie.

The old scholar's face changed slightly, and he immediately scolded the young man in a deep voice, ordered him to apologize, and looked at Coach Xie.

The latter is indeed a man of the world. After being defeated, he has lost his temper.

Holding back the shame and anger, he clasped his hands and said:
"I am sorry for offending you, sir..."

Lu Qingfeng snorted coldly:
"Bumping? I think you are quite ruthless."

The middle-aged coach was sweating profusely.

Mr. Song then noticed the old man in plain robes. He was stunned for a moment, looked at him carefully for a moment, and said in doubt:

"But Mr. Lu?"

Lu Qingfeng nodded slightly and said arrogantly:
"I haven't seen you for more than ten years. The Song family actually found such a mediocre person with no vision to manage the village."

...The old scholar became more and more confused and looked at Zhao Duan and Xu Junling with a more humble look:
"Sir, can we go into the hall and talk again?"

You're smart enough not to give me a chance to lose my temper... Zhao Duan smiled:
"Alright."

The old scholar immediately led the way and led everyone to the inner hall.

After the middle-aged coach and the others left, he breathed a sigh of relief and then pulled an old servant from the house:

"This Mr. Lu, is he acquainted with the Juren Master?"

The old servant who had been in the Song family for many years explained cautiously:

"More than just knowing each other? Back then, the old patriarch was..."

When he finished telling the story, the instructor in green shirt was struck by lightning:

"You said, he is Lu Qingfeng? The one from the martial arts Lu family in the Jianghu?"

At this moment, Coach Xie, who is also a martial artist, suddenly remembered the story of the demon Lu who killed people in the martial arts world as if they were drinking water. The cold sweat of fear soaked his clothes.

Only then did he realize that if that handsome young man had not spoken in time, he would have died long ago.

"The demon Lu has retired for many years. What kind of identity does this young man have to be able to obey his orders?"

The middle-aged coach trembled in his heart.

……

Inner hall.

Zhao Duan and Xu Junling took their seats, leaving Lu Qingfeng and the other two to guard outside the hall to prevent anyone from eavesdropping.

"I have taught my people the wrong things, and I will punish them twice as severely."

Mr. Song personally served the tea with a humble attitude.

Zhao Duan waved his hand, not caring at all:
"Let's put this matter aside. We are here today to do some business."

The old scholar sat down slowly, with a puzzled look on his face:

"Dear guest, please speak up. By the way, may I ask what your name is?"

Xu Junling smiled sweetly and said calmly:

"You don't need to ask who we are, old man."

The old scholar's heart skipped a beat, and then he heard Zhao Duan get straight to the point:
"I don't like nonsense. I'm here to ask you one question. Are you acquainted with Song Tiju from the Mining Department?"

The old scholar's pupils shrank slightly, and then he hid his expression very well and said:

"Song Tiju, we live in the same place, so naturally we know each other. Although Song Tiju is not from my branch of the Song Dynasty, if we talk about it, we are still related within the fifth degree of mourning."

There was no way to hide this matter, so he simply admitted it.

Zhao Duan sat casually, almost leaning back in the smooth black and purple lacquered wooden chair.

He was playing with a jade tiger artifact on the table, and said, "Oh,"
"You should also know about Song Tiju's disappearance."

"...I've heard a little bit about it. It's said to be a case involving a silver mine. But I don't know the details."

I don’t know… Zhao Duan’s eyes flickered and he smiled:
"You don't know? But as far as I know, Song Tiju seems to have left something with you. Is this true?"

The old scholar looked bewildered:
"How could you listen to such nonsense, sir? I don't know."

"No?"

"Although I am a friend of Song Tiju, it is only a friendship of gentlemen, nothing more."

Zhao Duan stopped playing with the jade tiger.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the fifty-year-old scholar. The hall was silent for a while.

After looking at it for a long time, Zhao Duan said softly:
"I am a kind person. I gave your nephew two chances when he provoked me. I will give you another chance now. Answer again. OK?"

This light question actually carried a suffocating pressure.

"Sir, I really don't know what you mean."

Mr. Song became a little anxious and explained as if he was being wronged.

Zhao Duan sighed softly when he heard this, a trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes, mixed with indifference:

"Why do some people always fail to appreciate what you have done?"

next to.

Xu Junling smiled and said, "Maybe the old man doesn't trust you."

"No...I really don't know..."

The old man who liked to paint bamboo explained a little excitedly.

Zhao Duan closed his palms slightly, and with a click, cracks appeared on the emerald jade tiger.

Then it was crushed, and powder fell from the fingers...

"Mr. Lu," Zhao Duan said to the outside with a smile:

"I saw some nice bamboo in the yard, so I cut it down and used it as firewood."

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