noveltune 24. Restaurant Siege! Unparalleled Divine Skill!
24. Restaurant Siege! Unparalleled Divine Skill!
Martial arts flourish in Pingyang County.
Like Yang Zhao, a traveler who carries a weapon with him at all times.
On the contrary, it won't attract anyone's attention.
Under Wen Xiaoqian's guidance.
Yang Zhao walked into a restaurant beside the official road.
I went up to the second-floor private room and sat down in a corner near the railing.
This spot offers the best view, as it's backed by a wall.
Guests in the lobby downstairs.
Travelers going north and south on the official road.
A bird's eye view.
The perfect match for a flower picker who needs to "get laid" at any time.
It's lunchtime now.
The bustling lobby, with a table of guests near the entrance.
This caught Yang Zhao's attention.
A man dressed as a woman, his gender indistinguishable from his actual gender.
A woman disguised as a man has nowhere to hide.
The three young men who were sightseeing were all women.
"Miss, did you see that young man who just went upstairs? He's quite interesting."
"That's right, that's right! He's handsome, but he's also stupid. A grown man, yet he has a rag doll that even a little girl over seven years old wouldn't want to play with anymore hanging from his waist."
The two girls were fifteen or sixteen years old.
Her voice was melodious, and she chuckled softly.
"Shut up!"
"When navigating the world of martial arts, the worst thing you can do is speak ill of others behind their backs!"
"That young master just now possessed extraordinary bearing and extremely high cultivation! If things were to truly escalate, I'm afraid even I might not be able to protect you!"
The girl, who was sitting with her back to Yang Zhao, scolded him in a low voice.
It sounds like a Jiangnan accent, but the pronunciation of Pingyang dialect is clear and accurate.
The voice wasn't perfect, but it was clear and gentle, possessing a unique charm.
"He was more than ten zhang away from us."
"The lobby was incredibly noisy, and we didn't even look at him."
"I doubt the people at the next table could hear what we were saying, unless they have super hearing!"
The two maids stuck out their tongues and argued in hushed tones.
The girl shook her head helplessly.
I won't stoop to their level.
He stood up, facing the second floor, in the direction where Yang Zhao was sitting, and smiled and nodded.
The girl was twenty-one or twenty-two years old.
His skin was fair and smooth, and his face was handsome.
She wore a string of beads on her left wrist.
Each pearl was perfectly round, which made her fair wrists look even more like jade.
"My name is Ma Shiyi."
"My two young brothers are young and ignorant, please don't take offense, young master."
A wanderer of the martial world, with an eccentric personality.
Murder often doesn't require a great reason.
Even a single disrespectful glance from the other party could be enough to lead to death.
Ma Shiyi, well-versed in the ways of the martial arts world, tried his best to imitate a male voice and bowed to Yang Zhao.
"It is indeed strange that a handsome yet dim-witted man like me would have a rag doll that even a seven-year-old girl would no longer bother with hanging from my waist."
"The doll was my sister's favorite thing. She carried it with her day and night. Unfortunately, she was killed by an evil demon and left this world a few days ago."
"I brought the rag doll with me so it could stand in for my sister and witness me tearing that evil demon to pieces!"
We met by chance and were complete strangers.
Yang Zhao, who was in a foreign land, did not need to hide anything as long as his identity was not exposed.
And while we're at it, here's a hint for them too...
I'm... fierce!
but.
I don't want to cause trouble.
Please don't mess with me!
hiss!
The two girls who were just laughing and joking a moment ago.
Now they were terrified, their faces pale, and their hearts pounding wildly.
Trying to remain calm, I picked up the teacup.
Almost all the tea was spilled, but he didn't even realize it.
They were more than ten feet apart.
The restaurant was so noisy that it was difficult to hear each other clearly when speaking face to face.
They spoke in hushed tones and never once glanced at the young man.
The young master heard it all!
Gudong!
The two swallowed hard.
"This young man has been rude; please forgive him, sir!"
Without any hesitation.
The two maids jumped up and bowed to Yang Zhao.
They are quick-witted.
They were genuinely scared.
It's not like what the young lady just said at all.
If the young master were to hold a grudge, she might not be able to protect us.
The facts need no argument...
We couldn't protect them!
It's impossible to protect them!
The restaurant was still bustling with people.
But strangely, it was muted.
Witnessing this scene.
Everyone guessed what had happened.
A look of astonishment and awe.
Without prior arrangement, everyone focused their attention on Yang Zhao.
The rag doll at his waist swayed gently in the wind.
It's not funny.
It's terrifying!
"An evil demon?"
Ma Shiyi seemed to have thought of something, took a step forward, and moved his lips.
Anomalies arise spontaneously.
next second.
Her pretty face turned cold.
His lightning-fast gaze swept outside the inn.
on the official road.
Where smoke and dust billowed.
A group of more than twenty people barged in.
They remained silent and surrounded Ma Shiyi and his two companions.
The restaurant staff and customers seemed used to this kind of scene.
There was no panic; they dispersed quickly and orderly, standing close to the wall.
This provides enough space for both sides to fight.
Even more extreme, some people sit on the ground.
He had peanuts, beef, and aged liquor in front of him—nothing was missing.
"Bing'er, take your third uncle, and your eighth and ninth uncles, to pay respects to your eldest brother!"
The speaker had a beaming smile, just like a Maitreya Buddha.
Behind him, on the left and right, stood a pair of twin brothers.
His face was as white as paper, and his expression was stiff. If it weren't for the occasional movement of his eyes, one would really think he had risen from the dead in broad daylight.
"Master Zhao, Masters Chang, I have important business to attend to and cannot accompany you. Please forgive me."
Ma Shiyi said calmly.
My heart sank.
Did they find out?
The people before me are named Zhao Wangshan, Chang Hei, and Chang Bai.
Originally, she and her father were a total of nine people who swore brotherhood.
Two years ago, the three men set up their own faction and severed ties with their former brothers.
"Whether you're in trouble or not!"
"If you don't go, how can my elder brother possibly hand over his unparalleled martial arts skills!"
The Chang brothers stepped forward.
He already had a gleaming iron ruler in his hand.
"My dad has unparalleled martial arts skills? How come I, as his daughter, had no idea!"
Ma Shiyi feigned surprise.
"Enough with the nonsense!"
"Once I take you up the mountain, it will be immediately clear whether you've succeeded or not!"
The Chang brothers, known for their fiery tempers, acted ruthlessly.
Ma Shiyi moved at will.
Before anyone knew it, a short knife about a foot long had appeared in his hand.
Eleven-speed swift knife!
The short knife is like a clear spring.
Clean and swift, the cut aimed at Chang Hei's throat.
"What a swift and skillful knife work!"
Yang Zhao admired it in his heart.
"It's just that the heat wasn't quite right..."
From the moment Zhao Wangshan led his team into the restaurant until the Chang brothers made their move.
Ma Shiyi has three excellent opportunities to launch a sneak attack and break through the encirclement.
I wasn't sure, probably because she's honest and straightforward.
They were able to apologize to me on behalf of the two maids right away.
He is by no means someone without experience in the ways of the world.
Now...
Unless her eleven-stroke swiftness breaks through its limits and reaches perfection.
Only with the help of special effects can there be a glimmer of hope.
"She...is not me!"
when!
The short sword was blocked three inches in front of Chang Hei's major artery.
The turbulent air currents tore apart Ma Shiyi's beautiful hair.
The impact caused her to experience severe pain in her hand, and blood gushed out.
The beads on her fair wrist fell to the ground with a "clatter".
I felt horrified and helpless.
Even a black person like Chang Hei would be difficult for me to deal with.
Not to mention that there are Zhao Wangshan, Chang Bai, and more than twenty traitors right in front of them.
"You audacious scoundrel! How dare you be so disrespectful to my young lady!"
The two maids were extremely loyal to Ma Shiyi.
Once he realized what was happening, he didn't hesitate for a second.
He pulled a dagger from his boots and lunged at Chang Hei.
"Playing the zither, calligraphy, painting, and chess—absolutely not!"
The two maids were of poor skill and were simply sent to their deaths.
Ma Shiyi reacted extremely quickly, intending to continue attacking Chang Hei and use a diversionary tactic to relieve the siege of Wei.
Fang discovered that, in addition to the tiger's mouth bursting open.
He couldn't muster any energy for the time being.
In his great fear, all he could do was shout loudly.
pity.
late!
The figure in front of me swayed.
Both black and white attacks simultaneously.
They snatched the daggers from the two maids.
Having gained the upper hand, he didn't let up and instead stabbed at their expressive eyes.