Chapter 297 Threatening the old village owner
Following Zhao Duan's order, the royal masters rushed into the crowd without any hesitation.
The man wearing the iron armguard laughed ferociously, and drew the knife with a "clang" sound, and the straight blade instantly turned red and hot.
Like an object being forged in a blacksmith's furnace, he rushed out from the left wing and instantly knocked away an equally burly Jianghu man.
A woman in her thirties holding a sword glanced at the group of villagers. She didn't even pull out the rapier in her hand, and rushed into the crowd from the right side.
His hands shot out palm shadows all over the sky, and with every palm he pressed, someone flew out wailing.
Those who can be sent by the King of Huai'an to personally protect his daughter are naturally carefully selected masters of the world.
now.
He deliberately wanted to show off and please Zhao Duan, so he naturally tried his best.
No reservations.
In an instant, the group of warriors in Songjiazhuang were defeated.
"Look at the sword!"
The leader, who was wearing a short shirt and had thick black eyebrows, his expression changed and his sword was unsheathed.
In an instant, he made a confused step and approached the wealthy young master.
However, this group of young men and women were not nervous at all, they just looked down at them calmly.
The next second, I saw the old man in plain robes with empty hands, his eyes closed, and he only said:
"How dare you!"
Then, Coach Xie's eyes blurred, only afterimages passed by, and his body felt stiff and stinging from being struck by lightning.
There was a "clang" sound.
The sword in his hand fell to the ground. Lu Qingfeng pressed his forehead with one hand and shouted in a deep voice: "Kneel down!"
This swordsman who was hired with a lot of money and was also famous in the world felt like the mountain was overwhelming him, and all his energy was being imprisoned.
But the martial artist had a fierce energy of his own. The veins on his forehead bulged out and he was sweating like mud.
His knees were motionless as if they were rusty, trying his best to maintain the warrior's final dignity.
Lu Qingfeng felt Zhao Duan looking at him with a look that was half-smile but not a smile. He couldn't help but blush, and there was embarrassment in his eyes.
Without holding back, he pressed it again with ten successes.
"Plop!"
The middle-aged man in a blue shirt couldn't resist and fell to his knees miserably.
He put his hands on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. 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.
Only then did Lu Qingfeng take back his hand and hold back the murderous intention he had just felt:
"Yes."
At this time, the man holding the sword and the heroine holding the sword also returned:
"Master."
In just a moment, the warriors who had just come on fiercely were beaten to a pulp.
nearby.
Those members of the Song clan who came over to watch the excitement looked as if they had seen a ghost. They all turned pale with horror and did not dare to move in fear.
"Thank...Master...you..."
on the ground.
The young man named Xiaowu sat up and saw this scene, his face turned pale with fear.
When he saw him kneeling next to him again, the master of martial arts who he thought was extremely powerful was actually not the old man's enemy.
Why don't you understand that you have provoked a real big shot?
"Xiao Wu, right?"
Zhao Duan still smiled like a spring breeze, as if he was not the one who gave the order just now. He looked down at the young man and said softly: "I'll give you another chance. Where is Song Juren's house?"
"Over there! I...I'll take the young master there!"
The young man stuttered and said that he would not dare to look at the princess again.
…
The residence of Song Juren is located to the north of the center of Zhuangzi. It is an extremely elegant large courtyard.
The courtyard has four entrances. There is a large area of pruned and excellent-growing black bamboo planted in the courtyard.
At first glance, it is the result of the care and attention of the owner of the hospital.
The so-called four gentlemen are plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.
Everyone in the village knows that the bamboo in this courtyard is the favorite of the master.
He is very famous among the literati and officials in Taicang Prefecture.
Juren of the Song Dynasty was about fifty years old. Because he had family wealth and was the disciple of Mr. Zhengyang, he had many friends and was a guest of many officials in the government.
Respected status.
In the study room.
Song Juren, seven feet tall, dressed as a scholar, with a carefully groomed beard modeled after Mr. Zhengyang, was painting bamboo in front of the window.
Suddenly I heard a faint noise coming from the front yard.
Then, a servant from the family hurried in, looking panicked:
"Master! Oh no, a group of outsiders came here. They were very vicious. When they entered the village, they injured Coach Xie and others. They wanted to see you by name. Now they have broken into the front yard!"
"What?!"
Song Juren, who was nearly fifty years old, changed his expression. With a flick of his wrist, half of the painting was destroyed.
"Who is the other party? Did he bring officers and soldiers with him?" he asked anxiously.
"There has never been an official mission, but he looks like a kid from a wealthy family... The man spoke in official language..."
After Song Juren heard this, he looked puzzled and dropped his pen:
"I'll be there for a while."
…
The atrium of the Song Dynasty residence.
All the servants and even the female family members of the house gathered together. The injured middle-aged instructor was also among them. His face was solemn and he kept comforting everyone.
The atmosphere was serious and tense.
"Haha, it would be great to cooperate like this earlier. I am reasonable. I never like to use violence."
Zhao Duan, who was dressed in brilliant clothes, stood in the courtyard and admired the well-kept ink bamboo for a while.
He gently raised his hand and brushed the dust off the shoulders of the young man standing next to him with his head bowed.
But he was so frightened that the sturdy young man shivered.
"Master——" At this time, the servants in the courtyard spoke one after another.
Zhao Duan raised his eyelids and saw a dignified scholar walking out from behind, and smiled: "Are you Song Juren?"
Lao Juren stepped into the atrium, glanced at it, and was shocked.
His eyesight is incomparable to those of these tribesmen.
Although the identity of the other party is not known, the restrained nobility in this young man and woman is definitely not something that can only be found in a small family.
Especially that woman, she is even better.
"I am indeed the owner of this place. I would like to ask you your surnames, but...what misunderstanding happened?"
Lao Juren was the first to surrender, with a good attitude.
Zhao Duan smiled and patted the young man's shoulder gently:
"Tell your elders about it, so that I don't get caught up in making trouble."
The young man's nose felt sore, and he was about to describe the whole process. He hesitated, but still did not dare to lie.
The old Juren's expression changed slightly, and he immediately scolded the young man in a deep voice, ordered the young man to apologize, and then looked at Coach Xie.
The latter is worthy of being a Jianghu man. Once he was defeated, he lost his temper.
Holding back the shame and anger, he cupped his fists and raised his hands:
“It’s very offending for a villain to rush into a young master...”
Lu Qingfeng snorted coldly:
"A collision? I think you are going to be ruthless."
The middle-aged coach was sweating profusely.
Only then did Song Juren notice the old man in plain robes. He was stunned for a moment, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said in surprise:
"But Mr. Lu?"
Lu Qingfeng nodded lightly and said arrogantly: "I haven't seen him in more than ten years. The Song family actually found such a mediocre person with no eyesight to control the village."
...The old Juren became more and more confused and looked at Zhao Duan and Xu Junling with even more humility:
"Sir, can we go into the hall and talk about it later?"
You're wise, but you didn't give me a chance to get angry... Zhao Duan smiled and said:
"That's fine."
Lao Juren immediately led the way in person and led everyone to the inner hall.
The middle-aged head coach and others left. He breathed a sigh of relief before dragging an old servant in the house:
"What kind of Mr. Lu is this? Is he acquainted with the Juren Master?"
The old servant who had been in the Song family for many years carefully explained:
"More than just acquaintance? The old head of the family back then was..."
When he finished talking about an old incident, the Qingshan coach felt as if he had been struck by lightning:
"You said he is Lu Qingfeng? The one from the Lu family of martial arts in the world?"
At this moment, Coach Xie, who was also a warrior in the martial arts world, suddenly remembered the story of Demon Lu who killed people like drinking water in the martial arts world in the past, and his clothes were soaked with fear in cold sweat.
Only then did he realize that if the handsome young man hadn't spoken in time, he would have died long ago.
"Demon Lu has been retired for many years. What is the identity of the young master who can make his old man 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 three others to guard outside the hall to prevent anyone from listening through the wall.
"The old man has failed to teach the tribe well, so he will be punished even more severely."
Song Juren personally handed the tea with a humble attitude.
Zhao Duan waved his hand and said indifferently: "Put this matter aside, I am here today to do something."
The old man sat down slowly, with a puzzled look on his face:
"Your Majesty, feel free to speak. By the way, may I ask your honorable name?"
Xu Junling put on a sweet smile and said lightly:
"Who are we? The old gentleman doesn't need to ask any more questions."
Lao Juren's heart skipped a beat when Zhao Duan got straight to the point: "I don't like nonsense. I only want to ask one thing. Do you know Song Tiju from the Mining Department?"
The old Juren's pupils shrank slightly, then he hid his expression well and said:
"Song Tiju, we live in the same place, so we naturally know each other. Although Song Tiju is not a member of the Song Dynasty like me, if we talk about it, we can be regarded as close relatives."
He couldn't hide the matter, so he simply admitted it.
Zhao Duan sat casually, almost leaning on the black and purple carved wooden chair with smooth patent leather.
Playing with a jade tiger cultural relic on the table, he said "Oh" and said: "Then you should also know the news about Song Tiju's disappearance."
"... I heard a little about it. It is said that it is 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: "I don't know? As far as I know, Song Tiju seems to have put something here with you. Is this relevant?"
The old Juren's expression was confused:
"Why do you listen to nonsense, sir? I don't know."
"No?"
"Although Lao Chan and Song Tiju are friends, they are only acquaintances between gentlemen and nothing more."
Zhao Duan stopped playing with the jade tiger.
He squinted his eyes and stared at this fifty-year-old scholar, and the hall was silent for a moment.
After looking at it for a long time, Zhao Duan said softly: "I am a kind-hearted person. Your nephew offended me and gave him two chances. Now I will give you another chance to answer again, okay?"
This light question actually carried a suffocating pressure.
"Sir, I really don't know what you are referring to."
Song Juren was a little anxious and explained as if he had been wronged.
Hearing this, Zhao Duan sighed softly, a trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes, mixed with indifference:
"Why are there always people who don't know how to appreciate others?"
beside.
Xu Junling pursed his lips and smiled: "Mr. Xu Shi can't trust you."
"No... I really don't know..."
The old man who likes to draw bamboo argued excitedly.
Zhao Duan closed his palms slightly, and with a click, the jade tiger cracked.
Then it was crushed into pieces, and powder was sprinkled between the fingers...
"Mr. Lu," Zhao Duan said outside with a smile:
"I saw that the bamboo in the courtyard was good, so I chopped it down and used it as firewood."
(End of chapter)