Ningfengtianxia

Chapter 28 Sword Edge ([-])

Gaosheng Inn is the most decent inn in Deli City.Master Yin Xing led 36 Shaolin dragon elephants to escort Master Yin Zhen's body. This incident has spread throughout the martial arts world.Along the way, many faithful men and women burned incense and offered flowers; wherever they passed, people chanted and chanted sutras.Of course, the best inns in every town also have vacant rooms, and no one does not think it is a supreme honor to be able to house Master Yin Zhen's body.

Shopkeeper Bi Da, the owner of Gaosheng Inn in Deli City, is a devout Buddhist and has some connection with Shaolin, so of course he had to fight for this opportunity.

"The owner of this inn is called Bi Chunbao. He is an honest man." Mr. Yu Huan was sitting on the second floor of the wine shop across the street. He looked down and said to his tablemate Miss Zang Er and Pang Hei Fatty, "It is said that he is also quite honest." He is a lay disciple of Shaolin and has practiced some arm-through boxing and so on..."

Zang Yaer smiled softly and sweetly, like a string of ringtones: "Brother Yu, you are quite well-informed. Do you even know the details of such a small town restaurant owner?"

Yu Kuidao laughed, feeling a little proud: "Don't underestimate me, brother. Over the past 60 years, Su Xiaohun and Su Fuler have countless friends in the world..."

He did not use "eyes", but "friends"; because those two heroes never treated people as subordinates or asked for repayment, but made friends with people with their hearts.

Miss Zang Er couldn't help but yearn for it, and sighed softly: "I wonder when will I have the opportunity to get the teachings of those two heroes?"

Mr. Yu's face turned a little red, and he immediately replied with assurance: "As long as the second young lady has this intention, I guarantee you will have a chance..."

Pang Buhuoke quickly answered: "Then... Mr. Pang..."

Yu Huan glanced at him, and after a long while he reluctantly replied: "Let's see - if we secretly protected those Shaolin monks along the way and safely returned Master Yinzhen's body to our temple, and you behaved very well. If you do your job... there may be a small chance."

Pang Buhu's eyes were full of excitement, he clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Pang has no regrets in meeting those two heroes in this life."

While they were talking, opposite Master Yin Xing and his group of Shaolin monks were already performing simple rituals at the entrance of the inn, and respectfully welcomed Master Yin Zhen's coffin, which was filled with ritual bodies, into the inn.

Right now, the streets are full of people, each holding a rosary or throwing flowers to pay their respects.

"Master Yin Zhen deserves to be an eminent monk," Zang Ya'er said with emotion: "Look how many people are grateful for Master's virtues, and they all spontaneously come to pay their respects." Yu Huan looked around the crowd and snorted: "But don't It’s not like there are people with bad intentions──.”

"Uh──, Yu Shaoxia saw the clue?"

Pang Bu forgot to hold up his fat head and look down.

"There are warriors and ninjas from Fuso..."

Yu Huan snorted coldly and continued: "Also──, there are also some of He Nan's men mixed in with the crowd..."

"The 'King of the Desert' congratulates you?" Miss Zang Er smiled like a bell: "It is said that Brother Yu has a grudge against them?"

Yu Huan immediately had a righteous look on his face, puffed out his chest and said, "The bandits of the Desert King have occupied the trade route outside the Great Wall. Of course Yu will draw his sword when there is injustice on the road!"

As soon as they finished speaking, someone came to their table with a cold snort and said to Yu Huan: "Young Master Yu, you are really well!"

This man had a black moustache, thick eyebrows and a big nose. His face seemed to have been exposed to wind and sand for many years. He was over fifty years old and was wearing a coat and leather riding boots. His body smelled of loess.

"Hey! It turns out to be Dasgrid, the "Black Golden Eagle King" in Nine Eagles." Yu Huan looked at him, snorted and breathed out of his nostrils, then continued: "In the battle in the desert two years ago, you were lucky, you didn't die. Injury..." He didn't stop talking, and he sighed again, as if he had no choice but to say: "There is no way, there are too many people, there is no time to chop this old boy a few times──"

Miss Zang Er looked at Mr. Yu's expression and couldn't help but laugh. She said in a crisp voice, "I'm here to settle a score with you, so you have to be more serious!"

(End of this chapter)