PDLP Chapter 189 Noble Lady
Chapter 189 Noble Lady
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He looked at the two of them with a grin.
"I thought they were trying to scam me out of debt."
"I'm also wondering, how do these debt collectors know so much about what's going on in Jiangdong?"
"Huh..." He suddenly stared at Yang Silang repeatedly, then gasped, "How did you train? In just two years, you've really become a Steel-Dirty Martial Arts Master?"
Yang Silang smiled but did not answer.
"Come on, Coach, we can't exactly talk at the door, can we?"
Long slapped his forehead.
"Quickly, get in, get in!"
As the two entered the courtyard, they discovered that the interior was even more deserted than the dilapidated facade. The courtyard was not large, but it was of extremely high standard and made of exquisite materials.
For example, the pillars in the main hall are made of sandalwood with a thickness of about 1.5 cm.
It has the same problem: it's too old, and many parts have been damaged and cracked due to lack of maintenance.
In addition, the interior of the house was very simple. The display cabinet was empty, and on the fine sandalwood table and chairs, there was a plain-looking porcelain tea set, which was very discordant.
Long Yiyan was very magnanimous and showed no embarrassment at all, inviting the two to sit down.
Wang Daniu asked curiously.
"Instructor, you're actually a member of the royal family? And a general of the State?"
"Then how dare they be so arrogant as to come to our door to collect debts?"
"Your house is too spacious."
Long Yiyan shrugged and gave a wry smile.
"The dynasty has lasted for hundreds of years since the founding of the dynasty by Emperor Taizu, and Emperor Yongchang alone has more than a hundred children."
"There aren't many other things in the capital, but there are probably more imperial relatives than dogs."
"Those tea stalls set up at the alley entrance or roadside might have ancestors who were related to the royal family."
"How can I, a mere figurehead general receiving only three hundred bushels of grain a year, be considered a legitimate member of the imperial family?"
"Besides, the employer I owe money to really has the backing of a princess's household. Do you think they're afraid of me?"
"As for this place, it's completely empty..."
Long Yi gave a brief explanation.
His grandfather enjoyed drinking, gambling, and watching operas, which cost him half of the family fortune. By the time of his father, the family's assets were insufficient to support such hobbies, so he had to give up watching operas but kept drinking, gambling, and watching operas.
After all that trouble, by the time the family fortune reached him, only a pitiful amount remained, and all he could do was keep the family's ancestral hobby of drinking and womanizing.
This time, he was drunk and tricked into gambling. When he opened his eyes again, he owed hundreds of taels of silver.
Long Yiyan was never one to save money; even when he had it, he would spend it on drinking and carousing. How could he possibly pay back the money in such a hurry? The other party came to bang on his door every day, making him lose face.
Yang Silang and Wang Daniu exchanged a glance, both speechless.
Let's talk about whether we can change our hobby of drinking jasmine wine and find another hobby that's not so expensive.
"Fourth Brother..." Long Yi rubbed his hands together and smiled sheepishly, "Did you really mean that thousand taels of silver you mentioned earlier?"
"I told you that once you become a Steel-Dirty Grandmaster, I will definitely find you a chance to become a Grandmaster. This money won't have been wasted."
"We really do have that connection. I guarantee you'll become a grandmaster in five years, no, three!"
Yang Silang remained silent for a moment.
Long Yi's eyes gradually dimmed from their fiery intensity.
It seems the other party is unwilling to part with a thousand taels of silver, which means they don't trust me.
boom!
A surge of boiling blood energy erupted from Yang Silang's body, and a wave of intense heat immediately filled the room.
He slammed his palm into the porcelain on the table, leaving it suspended several feet in the air, its powerful force shooting out like cow's hair.
The porcelain was immediately covered with pinholes from top to bottom, yet the pot did not crack or break, demonstrating the skillful control and precise handling of the force.
呲......
Countless tiny streams of water flowed from the porcelain pot through its holes, spilling onto the table.
boom!
Long Yi jumped up in shock, knocking over his chair, and pointed at Yang Silang, his mouth trembling with fear.
"The force of splitting through air is also achieved through the perfect balance of hardness and softness!"
"You...you actually became a grandmaster!"
"Are you practicing Taizu Long Fist?"
In two years, Yang Silang had become a Steel-Dirty Grandmaster. He thought that was fast enough, but he never expected that this kid would quietly become a Mercury-Blood Grandmaster.
Yang Silang nodded.
"Instructor, I have always practiced Taizu Changquan. You taught me the Toad Strength back then."
"Later, by chance, I became a temporary instructor at the provincial martial arts academy, where I learned the Five Elements Strength and the Five Elements Fist. I had other opportunities and recently broke through to become a grandmaster."
"I owe my success today to my coach's generous passing on of his skills back then."
"This is the gift money that Da Niu and I prepared for the coach."
He took out an envelope and pushed it over; it was full of silver notes, exactly one thousand taels. Long Yiyan had taught him the Toad Strength technique in advance, saving him a lot of time.
Yang Silang is not short of money now, so he is willing to give a large sum of money to express his gratitude.
Long Yiyan had recovered by now. He helped himself to a chair and sat down, his energy seemingly vanished in an instant, and he murmured.
"Good lad, you've got some skills."
"Compared to others, I'm really wasting my time at this age."
He listlessly pushed the silver envelope back.
"I had originally prepared an opportunity for you."
"I have a close cousin who is a grandmaster, and he owes me a huge favor."
"He happens to practice Taizu Changquan and has a few medicinal prescriptions. I was thinking that if you come to the capital, you can ask him for some guidance to help you break through the steel filth."
"You've already become a grandmaster, why would you need his guidance?"
"I can't accept this money. How can I take money and not do the job?"
Long Yiyan is a man who strictly adheres to the rules. He only does what he is paid for, and he considers it a heinous crime to take money and not do the job. Perhaps he has suffered from this before, because he insists on this principle without wavering.
Therefore, even though debt collectors came knocking on his door every day, he refused to accept the money no matter what.
Yang Silang and Wang Daniu tried to persuade him until their lips were sore, but the old man just shook his head, accepted the wine and meat they brought, drank heartily, and then saw them out of the house.
"Fourth Brother, this Instructor Long is quite stubborn."
"They're desperately short of money, but they refuse to charge any fees."
"We can't just throw him in, can we?" Wang Daniu asked.
Yang Silang laughed.
"I have a better way."
"Come closer..."
After listening to a few words, Wang Daniu's eyes lit up.
He prepared ten taels of silver in his sleeve, found a servant standing outside a quiet mansion in the alley, and went over to chat for a few words.
The servant was still indifferent and wanted to drive him away, but Wang Daniu handed over the silver while their wrists were intertwined. The servant immediately put on a smiling face and spoke frankly and without reservation.
A moment later, the two arrived in front of a large restaurant called Jileju.
This restaurant occupied two streets, combining dining, accommodation, gambling, and prostitution, and its business was extremely large.
The two went inside for a while before coming out. Wang Daniu had an IOU with his fingerprint on it in his hand. He had spent several hundred taels of silver to settle Long Yiyan's debt in this place.
Wang Daniu found a fast errand boy on the street who specialized in delivering goods and messages, put the IOU in an envelope, and asked him to deliver it to the Long residence.
Anyway, the debt has already been paid off.
It's impossible for Long Yi to go to Jileju to get the silver back, right?
Even if he wanted to, how could the other party possibly spit out the money they had already swallowed?
If he wanted to save money to repay Yang and Wang, by the time he had saved enough, Yang and Wang would have already finished the martial arts examination and left the capital.
The two continued strolling through the streets, making some purchases, before returning to the courtyard.
She Nu had already prepared a delicious and fragrant meal.
After the meal, Yang Silang began practicing the Turtle Breathing Technique as usual.
The main problem is that he has already maxed out the progress of the Killing Spear, as well as the Five Elements Strength and Five Elements Fist, so he can only grind the progress of the Turtle Breathing Technique.
I've practiced the Turtle Breathing Exercise several times.
He still practiced the gun, fist, knife, bow and arrow several times.
Although the martial arts examination was of a higher level, the subjects were not much different from those of the imperial martial arts examination. He only needed to master these few things.
Additionally, test takers are allowed to bring their own vehicles.
With his tacit understanding with Daqing, plus the combined effect of the Dragon Soaring Wind Technique, riding is definitely not a problem. As for whether he can shoot accurately on horseback, that depends on his skill level.
The bow in Yang Silang's hand was a black iron longbow that Pei Buqi had given him when he took the imperial examination. It felt very light in his hand.
After all, Pei Buqi was at the Steel-Dirty Realm back then, while Yang Silang is now at the Grandmaster Realm, and he is also known for his powerful True Qi and the Taizu Long Fist. In his hands, the bow is like a child's toy.
However, he didn't specialize in archery, so it was barely usable. A wooden target was placed on the courtyard wall, covered with countless white-feathered arrow shafts, making it look like there was a white bird sticking its tail out in the yard.
The night is deep.
The bright moon hangs high in the sky.
The surrounding courtyards gradually fell silent; people had fallen asleep.
Yang Silang had returned to the house, still holding the black iron longbow. He gently pulled it to a full moon shape, and then slowly released the string.
There was no target in the room, but he had one in his mind.
He knew he had never specifically trained in archery, but once you become a master, you can master one technique and then master all techniques.
Among Mo Xinlian's miscellaneous memories, he actually found a master archery technique called "Observing the Mountain and Shooting," which he used as a last-minute cram session to hone his skills.
The so-called bow and arrow is nothing more than training eyesight, strength, and accuracy.
A tiny dot, the size of a pinhead, was drawn on the wall inside the room with red ink.
Every time Yang Silang finished bowing, his eyes would be fixed on that tiny red dot. His wood-element true energy would flow through his liver meridian and into his eyes, causing his eyes to gleam with divine light.
Thus, the red dot gradually grew larger in his eyes.
First it was as thin as a needle tip; after a cup of tea, it grew as large as a soybean; after an incense stick's time, it grew as large as a broad bean; after another quarter of an hour, it became the size of a walnut.
Yang Silang stared at it for half the night.
Even the candles inside the room had been extinguished, but his eyes shone brightly.
The red dot on the wall appeared as large as a millstone to him.
Yang Silang was concentrating on practicing his skills when suddenly goosebumps rose all over his body and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.
A woman's voice drifted down from the rooftop; it was an unfamiliar voice, and along with her words, a faint demonic aura emanated from it.
"Your method of practicing archery is good."
"It's a pity this bow is so bad."
"If Sun Wukong didn't have his magic staff, would he still be Sun Wukong?"