PDLP Chapter 41: The Golden Knife Sees Blood
Chapter 41: The Golden Knife Sees Blood
Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Lin Anshan raised his voice even higher, adding an incitement: "That's not all! Brother Qin knows that Plum Blossom Thief is cunning, treacherous, and ruthless. Now that he's here, he might harm the local gentry, especially Old Master Zhao's family!"
"Is Young Master Lin referring to Old Master Zhao Bancheng from the west of the city?"
"It's Zhang Xiandi, dressed like a scholar," he asked.
"Indeed! Old Master Zhao comes from a family with a long and distinguished lineage. His ancestors included a scholar who had passed the imperial examinations, and later he became the number one figure in the martial arts world of Shouyang. He is truly a family of both literary and martial talents. Moreover, he is kind, generous, and highly respected in the community. His wealth is also abundant, with assets spread across most of Shouyang. He truly deserves the title of 'half the city.'"
"And he has a granddaughter named Zhao Qing, who is said to be sixteen years old. She is not only well-educated and reasonable, but also beautiful enough to make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, and the moon hides and flowers blush... In short, such qualities are bound to attract the attention of the Plum Blossom Thief, a villain who steals both flowers and money."
At this point, a glint of understanding flashed in Lin Anshan's eyes, which all men would understand, before he adopted a righteous and stern expression:
"That Plum Blossom Thief specifically targets wealthy and noble families, and their daughters. If he really gets to Shouyang, the Zhao family's immense wealth and Miss Zhao are his targets!"
"Brother Qin has summoned us to gather our strength, lay a trap, protect our homeland, and slay this scourge! This is also a golden opportunity for us, the younger generation of martial artists, to make a name for ourselves and rid the world of this menace!"
That's it!
Most of the people in the shop looked enlightened, and then their excitement and eagerness to try it out surged up.
If you can participate in such a great event, even if it's just waving a flag and shouting slogans, you'll be known as a hero who fought against the Plum Blossom Thief!
Now you have something to talk about when you're drinking and bragging with others.
Old Liu behind the counter kept his head down, focused on stretching the noodles, as if he hadn't heard anything.
Only the slight trembling of his eyebrows revealed his inner unease.
It turns out that all these new faces coming and going these days are because of this plum blossom thief...
Plum Blossom Thief...
The Thousand-Armed Rakshasa heard this and a glint flashed in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, she was about to encounter the Plum Blossom Thief here!
If the Plum Blossom Thief could be dealt with here, wouldn't that save a lot of trouble?
The vast fortune jointly funded by nearly a hundred prestigious martial arts sects, and the legendary most beautiful woman in the martial arts world...
Actually, the thought of beautiful women made Thousand-Handed Rakshasa's mind complicated again.
Long ago, she believed herself to be a woman who hated men and only liked women.
But ever since she met Xue Bufu, a strange change suddenly occurred in her heart. She even began to doubt whether she still liked women.
She subconsciously looked at Xue Bufu.
Xue Bufeng continued to slowly sip his tea, as if the Plum Blossom Bandit who was stirring up the martial arts world and the impending bloodshed were all nonsense. His gaze was merely observing a person with great interest.
Who is he sizing up?
The Thousand-Armed Rakshasa curiously followed his gaze.
But then he noticed that the boy had been staring at the one who had been sitting silently in the corner the whole time, just eating noodles with his head down.
What's so special about that boy?
The Thousand-Armed Rakshasa glanced at it as well, but didn't take it seriously.
Just then—
boom!
The shop door was pushed open roughly, slamming against the wall with a dull thud.
A gust of cold wind, carrying the smell of dust from outside, rushed in, along with even louder and more unrestrained shouts and laughter.
"Waiter! Good wine and good meat, bring them out quickly!"
"Damn it, the sandstorms in Shouyang City are even more pungent than the chili peppers from my hometown!"
"Hahaha, your analogy is absolutely fucking rubbish!"
Four or five young people, surrounding a tall young man dressed in a dark purple outfit and wearing a black cloak, barged in noisily.
This group was even more flamboyant than the previous tables, carrying knives and swords, walking with an air of arrogance and domineering presence.
The young man in purple was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was fairly handsome, but his eyes were upturned and his lips were thin. He looked at people with a condescending and scrutinizing air.
He carried a knife at his waist.
It was a golden knife with a gold scabbard and a gleaming gold hilt.
"Hey! Isn't this Brother Lin from Jiangnan? You've arrived early!"
The young man in purple spotted Lin Anshan at a glance, laughed heartily, and strode over to him.
"What, you think you're capable of catching the Plum Blossom Bandit? Don't end up losing your life instead."
This person's tone was not very polite, and even carried a hint of contempt.
But to everyone's surprise, Lin Anshan was taken aback by his sudden arrival. Upon hearing such rude words, instead of being angry, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face. He then forced a smile and stood up.
"So it's Brother Feng, the Golden Knife, from Chengdu! I just arrived too, Brother Feng. You must be tired from your journey, please have a seat!"
His arrogant demeanor as a young master, like a little lion, vanished completely in front of Brother Feng, and he became as docile as a mouse before a cat.
The other people in the shop reacted similarly.
The pockmarked Li Erge, the fair-faced Zhang Xiandi, and others who had been fawning over Lin Anshan just moments before, now all restrained their arrogance, becoming cautious and looking at the purple-clad youth with awe.
It seems there's always someone better.
This Golden Knife Feng is far more capable than the young master of the Lin family, otherwise Lin Anshan wouldn't be trying so hard to please him.
In fact, very few people present did not know the origin of Jin Dao Feng.
Everyone knows that he is Feng Tianming, the grandson of Master Feng, the "Invincible Golden Knife" of Chengdu Prefecture!
The Feng family of Chengdu was a renowned martial arts family, even more famous than the Lin family of Suzhou.
In particular, Old Master Feng's ancestral golden knife was once invincible in the Sichuan underworld. The title of "Invincible Golden Knife" was earned through real battles.
As the eldest grandson, Feng Tianming inherited his martial arts skills from his family and was also arrogant and domineering.
No wonder Lin Anshan immediately shrank back when he saw him.
"Heh, you know how to appreciate kindness. It seems that the lesson I taught you in Xiangyang last time has finally taught you a lesson."
Feng Tianming merely snorted in response to Lin Anshan's attentiveness.
Then, with a sharp, piercing gaze, he surveyed the small shop with an air of arrogance.
The gaze swept past Lin Anshan's table, past the other tables of silent "talented men," and finally settled steadily on Xue Bufu's table.
To be precise, my gaze first fell upon the Thousand-Armed Rascal's beautiful face, as lush as a blooming peony, and then slid down to Hua Baifeng's delicate and lively eyebrows and eyes, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.
After all, it's hard for anyone not to be amazed by these two beauties.
But we have to move it, whether we want to or not.
It was simply because he could not ignore Xue Bufeng sitting in the center, and the knife at Xue Bufeng's waist that was impossible to ignore.
Blood Blade!
A blood-red scimitar!
Curved like the moon, cold as the stars!
Feng Tianming frowned.
He also uses a knife.
Golden knife.
And the quality of what they use is absolutely top-notch.
Therefore, he already considered himself a master knife user.
But he had never seen a knife like this before.
That was definitely more than just a curved blade.
The color of the knife was too sinister, and the person holding it was too quiet, so quiet that even someone like him, who was used to being the center of attention and being revered, felt a subtle unease at that moment.
When his golden blade met the opponent's blood-stained blade, it was as if a pitiful little wild animal had met the most powerful beast of the forest, filled with a fear that ran deep in his bones, and a tremor was about to surge up and engulf his entire body like a tidal wave.
He was horrified!
Who exactly is this person in front of me?
How could someone born into a family of martial arts masters, who had practiced for many years and had few rivals, feel fear?!