thefictionvixens Chapter 122 The book is well said.
Chapter 122 The book is well said.
Chapter 122 The book is well said.
"The world's number one bodyguard?"
Several people spoke in unison, their voices filled with surprise and dissatisfaction.
"That title... is pretty arrogant!"
"mad?"
The short, fat man chuckled.
"At first, I thought it was arrogant, but they have the right to be arrogant!"
"This gentleman's surname is Chen, given name Yuan. He first revealed that the mastermind behind everything was the Qingcheng Sect."
"Next, guess what kind of smuggling deal he accepted from Lin Zhennan?"
He deliberately stopped and slowly sipped his tea.
Those nearby urged him on anxiously.
"Tell me quickly! What kind of dart?"
The short, stout man slammed down his teacup and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"The mission he took on was to avenge the Fuwei Escort Agency and wipe out the entire Qingcheng Sect!"
"boom!"
The teahouse was in complete chaos.
Screams, gasps, and a chorus of incredulous doubts erupted.
"Exterminate the entire Qingcheng Sect?"
"This...how is this possible?!"
"Such a powerful killing intent, and such a hard dart!"
"impossible?"
The short, fat man looked around at everyone, his fat face full of arrogance that seemed to say, "You are all ignorant and shallow."
But they actually managed to get it done!
"Right at the Lin family's old residence in Xiangyang Lane, Fuzhou, Yu Canghai, along with the Four Heroes of Qingcheng and their elite disciples, attempted to intercept the sword manual, but..."
He made a throat-slitting gesture.
"The entire army has been wiped out. The Qingcheng Sect is hereby exterminated!"
"good--!"
The cheers almost lifted the roof off the teahouse.
The crowd was filled with righteous indignation, as if they had personally avenged their family.
"Such a person, calling him the number one bodyguard in the world, isn't that fair?"
"In my opinion, calling him the greatest hero in the world would be appropriate!"
The short, fat man summarized with smug satisfaction, as if he had done the feat himself.
Chen Yuan:
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Lin Zhennan's publicity work is excellent.
He stood up and walked over to the short, fat man's table, where he was spitting as he spoke.
"despair."
A snowflake of silver, weighing a good five ounces, landed steadily on the short, stout man's shiny table, spun twice, and came to a stop.
The short, fat man was in the middle of his enthusiastic talk when he was taken aback by the mention of the silver.
Looking up, I saw a handsome young man standing in front of me, with a faint smile on his face.
"The book is right."
Chen Yuan spoke, his face filled with praise.
The short, fat man instantly plastered a fawning smile on his face and hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting.
"Oh, young master, you flatter me!"
"I've always enjoyed listening to storytelling performances, and I just parrot what others say. Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously at all!"
As he spoke, he swiftly swept the silver into his sleeve, as if afraid the other party would change their mind.
Chen Yuan said no more and turned to leave.
In the blink of an eye, it had vanished.
The short, stout man was still weighing the silver in his sleeve, grinning from ear to ear.
The middle-aged man in the clean white silk shirt who had been silent at the table suddenly narrowed his eyes, staring at the direction where Chen Yuan had disappeared, his pupils shrinking slightly.
"Fatty."
The middle-aged man nudged the short, fat man with his elbow, his voice extremely low.
"That person just now...something was off."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
The short, fat man turned around blankly.
"He is very skilled in martial arts."
The middle-aged man spoke with certainty.
"It's frighteningly tall."
"How...how did you know?"
The short, fat man's heart skipped a beat.
He turned around and disappeared.
The middle-aged man pointed to the empty stairwell.
"And...did you notice that his expression didn't even change when you talked about the number one bodyguard in the world?"
The smile on the short, fat man's face froze, and the color slowly faded.
He suddenly remembered something and stammered.
"You...you didn't say that Chen Yuan...was...quite dashing..."
The middle-aged man nodded slowly, without saying a word, but took another deep look in the direction Chen Yuan had left.
A fine layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on the short, fat man's forehead. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped it haphazardly, his eyes darting around in panic. He lowered his voice, his tone trembling with fear.
"I...I didn't say anything bad about him, did I?"
"I...I raved about him to the skies! He...he probably won't contact me, right?"
The middle-aged man glanced at him and said slowly.
"That's hard to say."
"Masters of the martial arts world are all known for their eccentricities."
"You're praising him to the skies, but what if he thinks you... revealed his whereabouts?"
"ah?!"
The short, fat man almost slipped off his chair; his face was as white as paper, and he had lost all the charisma he had displayed while telling the story.
Liu Mansion.
Lao Denuo of the Huashan Sect was led into the inner courtyard flower hall.
Five grand master chairs were arranged side by side at the head of the table, with the head of the Taishan Sect, Tianmen Daoist, seated on one of them, which was on the east side.
Eighteen martial arts masters sat on either side, with Master Dingyi of the Hengshan Sect sitting inside. Her face was as cold as ice, and anyone could see that she was holding back a huge rage.
Sitting in the main seat below was a short, stout middle-aged man, none other than Liu Zhengfeng, the master of the Liu family.
After paying his respects to Liu Zhengfeng and Tianmen Daoren, Lao Denuo was about to continue paying his respects to the remaining eighteen martial arts seniors when Master Dingyi could no longer contain herself. She slammed her hand heavily on the small table beside her and shouted.
"Where is Linghu Chong?!"
Laudenau was startled by the sound and it took him a while to react before he spoke.
"Uncle-Master, Senior Brother Linghu and I parted ways in Hengyang, agreeing to meet again in Hengshan City to come to Uncle-Master Liu's residence to offer our congratulations."
"If he doesn't come today, I assume he'll arrive tomorrow."
Abbess Dingyi suddenly stood up, her wide monk's sleeves fluttering even without wind, her eyes blazing with anger.
"No need for tomorrow, he's already arrived today!"
"But he arrived, so why did he have to kidnap my little disciple?!"
Upon hearing this, Laudenau was immediately startled and cupped his hands in greeting.
"Uncle-Master, what do you mean by that?"
Seeing this, Liu Zhengfeng quickly tried to smooth things over.
"Nephew Lao, don't be alarmed."
"That's what happened. Yilin, the young master of the Hengshan Sect, disappeared on her way to Hengshan."
"Senior Sister Dingyi has been searching for a long time, and is extremely anxious."
"It just so happens that a senior brother from the Taishan Sect said that he seemed to have seen his nephew Linghu traveling with a junior master, so I came to ask you if this is true."
Laudenau was speechless.
Linghu Chong has always been unruly, and now he's actually getting involved with a nun.
His voice involuntarily became weak.
"This...this..."
Seeing his stammering appearance, the fire in Dingyi's heart burned even brighter. She raised her right hand, about to explode, when she heard a delicate voice coming from outside the door.
"Master, I'm back!"
Master Dingyi shuddered, her palm-raising motion freezing in mid-air.
"Yilin?!"
She turned sharply to look at the hall door and shouted.
"Get your ass in here right now!"
Everyone looked toward the doorway.
The person who came was indeed a young nun.
She was only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a loose gray robe that should have concealed her figure. However, on her, it accentuated her slender waist and graceful figure, making her appear breathtakingly beautiful.
Her oval face was as white as jade, her eyes were as black as ink jade soaked in water, clear and bottomless, and her long eyelashes still had wet tears hanging on them.
Her nose was slightly upturned, and her lips were naturally red without any makeup.
Although she was a Buddhist disciple and did not wear makeup, her pure and otherworldly beauty made the hearts of the seasoned martial arts heroes in the hall skip a beat and feel a sense of inferiority.
The young nun walked up to Abbess Dingyi, bowed gracefully, and exclaimed.
"Master..."
As soon as the two words left her mouth, she suddenly burst into tears.
With a stern face, Master Dingyi squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.
"What a mess you've made! Why are you back?!"
Yilin raised her tear-filled face and spoke haltingly.
"Master, this time...this time, I almost didn't get to see you again."
Laudenau, standing to the side, was inwardly groaning.
Oh no, Linghu Chong, you've really stirred up a hornet's nest!
Master Dingyi gave him a cold glance and then looked at Yilin.
"Speak! What exactly happened after we got separated that day? How did you end up getting involved with that scoundrel Linghu Chong from the Huashan Sect?!"
She paused, took a deep breath, and added sharply.
"Only say the most important things; don't utter a single word about anything irrelevant!"
Master Dingyi knew very well that her disciple was as pure as a blank sheet of paper and spoke without restraint.
He was afraid that she might say something offensive or damaging to Hengshan's reputation in front of everyone.
Yilin trembled at her master's stern words, tried to stop crying, and replied.
"Yes, Master."