sinovels Chapter 137 Words I Don't Want to Hear
Chapter 137 Words I Don't Want to Hear
As a time traveler, Yue Feng was naturally very familiar with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and longed to learn it. He also knew that much of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms had been lost, and now that he had heard from Chang Gaizhi that a complete manual of the palms had appeared in the world, he was filled with excitement and secretly began to make a plan.
However, we still need to find the manual first. He thought silently for a while, then said:
"Elder Chang, if I may be so bold, why don't you personally deliver such an important item to the Beggars' Sect headquarters? With your skills, surely no one could snatch the manual from you."
Chang Gaizhi sighed deeply and said, "Young Master Yue, this is the part I regret the most! You have just arrived in Hanzhong, so you may not know, but it is rumored that the two chiefs of the Eastern Depot will pass through this place before heading south into Sichuan."
"At this time when the Eastern Depot is gaining power and intends to swallow up the martial arts world, how can I, as an elder of this gang and the leader of the Hanzhong branch, abandon my post? Moreover, among my gang members, there is no one with such high character and martial arts skills as Young Master Yue."
Yue Feng thought to himself, "Chang Gaizhi's information network is quite impressive. If his information is true and the two heads of the Eastern Depot haven't arrived in Hanzhong yet, then it won't hurt for me to stay here for a few days."
He said to Chang Gaizhi, "Elder Chang, you flatter me too much. I have nothing more to ask you, but I'd like to wander around the branch and chat with the brothers in the gang. Is that alright?"
Chang Gaizhi took a wooden token from his waist and handed it to Yue Feng: "I have already given the disciples of this branch a gag order. If you go and ask them rashly, they will not talk to you. This is my elder token. You can use it."
Yue Feng thanked Chang Gaizhi, put away the token, and then wandered around the branch. He asked several members of the gang, but they refused to say anything at first. Only when he took out Chang Gaizhi's elder token did they finally speak.
However, what the gang members said was completely consistent with what Chang Gaizhi said, and even less detailed. This is not surprising, as Chang Gaizhi was the branch leader, and information from all sides would definitely converge on him.
Yue Feng spent the morning working at the Beggars' Sect's Hanzhong branch, but his gains were rather limited, leaving him somewhat disheartened. Around noon, as he emerged from the branch, he smelled the aroma of stir-fried dishes wafting from a roadside restaurant, which immediately whetted his appetite.
Yue Feng followed behind several constables, strolling leisurely into the restaurant. Before they even reached the entrance, a beggar sitting on the ground suddenly cried out, "Gentlemen, please have mercy and give this old man a hot meal!"
Several constables were startled by the beggar, and the young man dressed as the head constable clicked his tongue. The other constables, observing the situation, immediately surrounded the beggar, and without saying a word, raised their feet.
The beggar seemed terrified; even when others tried to hit him, he didn't run away, just staring blankly. Yue Feng noticed the beggar's full head of white hair and his ashen expression, and frowned slightly.
The constables raised their feet to kick the old beggar, but suddenly their vision blurred and their feet missed their footing. When they looked again, the old beggar was gone. The constables searched left and right for a while, then suddenly heard the young head constable say coldly:
"Who are you? How dare you meddle in the affairs of the Six Doors? Are you tired of living?"
Following the young constable's gaze, everyone saw a dashing young man helping the old beggar to a table in the restaurant's main hall. The old beggar was terrified; before his bottom even touched the chair, he tried to stand up.
Yue Feng gently pressed the old beggar down, ignoring the young constable, and casually tossed a silver ingot weighing twenty taels to the shopkeeper: "Bring up all the good wine and dishes you have, and fill this table."
The shopkeeper was initially quite hesitant when he saw Yue Feng bring an old beggar into the shop, but with the twenty taels of silver, he was no longer in a dilemma.
"Alright, sir, please have a seat. Your fine wine and dishes will be served shortly."
As soon as Yue Feng sat down sideways, the young constable led several constables to surround him.
"Didn't you hear what I said? Are you deaf?"
Yue Feng said calmly, "I'm not deaf. It's just that I never listen to things I don't want to hear. Especially when someone farts, I'm even less inclined to listen."
The young constable, who had always been arrogant and domineering in Hanzhong City, had never been treated with such humiliation. With a clang, he drew his single-edged sword and slashed at Yue Feng's wrist, intending to cut off Yue Feng's sword-wielding hand in one stroke.
The gleaming blade reflected on the faces of everyone in the hall, a shocking sight. Suddenly, a sharp "clang" was heard, followed by something dripping with blood falling to the ground.
The young constable, pale-faced, clutched his right wrist with his left hand and stumbled backward, knocking over three tables in the process. Everyone gasped in shock; they couldn't believe it was him, not Yue Feng, who had lost his hand, and they had no idea what had happened in that split second.
Only the young constable himself saw it clearly: his single-edged sword was about to strike Yue Feng's wrist when Yue Feng suddenly flipped his palm, flicked his fingers to break the blade, and then, holding the broken blade, severed his wrist.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye, as if he and Yue Feng had rehearsed it countless times, but he knew that it was just something Yue Feng did on a whim.
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Seeing that even their leader was no match for Yue Feng, the constables dared not approach him again. They swarmed around the young constable, tending to his wounds and bandaging his broken wrist. The young constable pushed them away, used acupressure to stop the bleeding, and said to Yue Feng:
"You've wantonly harmed members of the Six Doors; do you truly not take the Six Doors seriously?"
Yue Feng pulled out the long-unused bronze plaque from his pocket and slammed it onto the table. The young constable's expression changed drastically, his lips pressed tightly together. The other constables exclaimed in disbelief, "Guest...Guest Elder bronze plaque? You're a guest elder of our sect?"
Yue Feng put away the bronze plaque and said, "I brought this plaque out to tell you one thing: you are you, and the Six Doors are the Six Doors. You cannot represent the Six Doors, just as you cannot represent me. If you understand, then hurry up and get out of here; my food and wine are about to be served."
The young constable gritted his teeth and said, "May I ask your honorable surname, sir? I need to have something to report back to my superiors."
"My surname is Yue. Go back and tell your father to keep an eye on his men."
The young constable racked his brains but couldn't recall any guest official of the Hanzhong Six Doors surnamed Yue. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he remembered someone. He felt a chill run down his spine, dared not utter a sound, and picked up the severed hand to leave. The broken knife remained tightly gripped in his severed hand.
Yue Feng had the waiter clean up the bloodstains on the ground, poured wine for the old beggar and himself, raised his cup and laughed, "I wonder which senior of the Beggar Clan is here? I acted rashly and have truly made a fool of myself."