Chapter 1972: Dragon and Phoenix: Part 3 (2)
Chapter 1972: Dragon and Phoenix: Part 3 (2)
Suddenly, the spirituality belonging to the Martial Arts Grandmaster, that famed spirituality said to gaze like a god, stirred slightly. Fueled by a sudden impulse, he looked up and noticed the two-swords ranger on the stone tower over there was vigorously waving their arms, as if they wanted to say something, yet hesitated to speak.
They could only wildly give secretive glances at themselves.
The spiritual essence of the Martial World Grandmaster twitched slightly between his brows.
Beside him, Tu Shengyuan’s Dharma Form appeared, resembling a white Divine Beast, forcefully pulling at Tu Shengyuan, seemingly intending to cover his mouth, which slightly cooled down his storytelling urge.
Hmm? Strange… I always feel like countless eyes are staring at me.
But I can’t find them.
Forget it, forget it.
Better not to continue speaking.
It’s about time to stop here, just about.
Just as Tu Shengyuan smacked his lips, planning to stop, the voice suddenly said:
“Ah, I see. What a pity, what a pity. When young, when the world was turbulent, you’d go ten thousand miles afar; but now with the world unified, reachable in a day, why not go anymore?”
This voice carried a tone of sincere harmlessness, simplicity, and included admiration with regret.
The question was asked perfectly.
Tu Shengyuan looked like someone touched where he itched, his eyes lit up, his shoulders shook, shaking off the Dharma Form pressing on him as if saying ’stop talking, stop talking my true self’, and with a clap as the gavel hit the table, he said:
“Good question, good question indeed!”
“If asked about this matter, it could be solved with one word.”
The crowd’s attention focused on the old man, and with a slight smile, Tu Shengyuan decisively said:
“Vinegar.”
Gasp!!!
Tu Shengyuan’s Dharma Form, said to hold the form of the Bai Ze Divine Beast, became dazed, then suddenly stepped back, starting to consider asking that old Siming to sever him from this damn talkative self.
Shi Yisong, who was meditating cross-legged on the stone tower, watching the scenery, had his eye twitch crazily.
At the moment this word was heard.
A darkness momentarily clouded his vision.
Suddenly applause erupted from amidst the crowd, and the voice that previously asked twice spoke: “Good answer, good tongue, Old Sir, please have a drink!” Suddenly a wine jug was tossed up from the crowd, its fragrant aroma wafting strongly.
Tu Shengyuan clasped his hands in appreciation, caught the jug, and tipped it back to empty the contents down his throat, exuding a somewhat carefree boldness. After finishing the drink, he even turned the jug upside down, not spilling a single drop, to demonstrate his frankness.
Then he noticed that the crowd, which had been lively and bustling just moments ago, suddenly quieted down.
Like a ripple moving outward, parting to the sides.
The sound of horse hooves on the ground came, unhurried.
In the distance, flags suddenly unfurled, like clouds spreading over the earth, exuding a majestic magnificence.
Tu Shengyuan’s eyes were dazed, looking at the Qilin Pattern swaying lightly in the wind.
And the youth under the Big Banner wearing a golden silk crown binding his hair.
The surrounding common people instinctively bowed down.
“Your Majesty…”
This kind of voice also resembled pine waves, and Tu Shengyuan sprang up, stammering: “Emperor Qin…”
Why hadn’t I seen him earlier?
Wait, the power of the Martial Arts Legend…
Why, being the world’s number one, do you use such martial mastery for this kind of thing?
Tu Shengyuan almost wore a mournful face, clasping his hands in salutation, stammering: “Your, Your Majesty, it’s just my mouth doesn’t have a gate handle, so I was speaking nonsense, Your Majesty, forgive me, forgive me…”
The more he talked, the less he could speak, biting his teeth, intending to turn and slip away.
Surely, with Emperor Qin’s broad-minded, free-spirited nature, he wouldn’t stoop to argue with me.
This dash was both a step for himself and for Emperor Qin.
But just as he turned, he suddenly felt dizzy.
The realm of a Seven Heavens Grandmaster, just like some ordinary old man, his legs turned weak and wobbly, stumbling a bit, nearly falling to the ground, thankfully a hand reached out, supporting him.
A plain and gentle voice said: “Old Sir, are you alright?”
Tu Shengyuan, the storyteller, having seen thousands, remembered voices of thousands, instantly recognized this voice as the one who had asked twice earlier, both times hitting his itch perfectly.
Though his floating talking this time was also somewhat due to those two questions.
But Tu Shengyuan felt no grievance in his heart.
Anyway, it was his own loose tongue.
Nothing to do with the one who questioned.
However, as he was supported up, and raising his head, seeing the plain, gentle, and utterly sincere face across, his demeanor slowly froze, the person in front, with a gentle, serene brow, smiled lightly.
None other than Wen Qingyu, hailed as the foremost poison warrior of the current dynasty.
Shit!
Not unintentional!
Tu Shengyuan wanted to pull away, but found that Wen Qingyu on the other side clasped his wrist’s nerve center with a reverse grip. Yet this young man, merely a civil official, although somehow possessed Inner Qi of the Fifth Heaven and tempered his physique, mastering martial skills to enter a battle fully armored, and lightness skill ranking among the top ten of current times, still, he is just a Grandmaster!
His Inner Qi surged, but there was no response.
Tu Shengyuan’s smile stiffened.
Looking at Wen Qingyu.
In an epiphany: “That wine.”
Wen Qingyu smiled: “Thousand-Day Drunk.”
Tu Shengyuan: “Was the wine mixed with a sedative?”
Wen Qingyu shook his head: “The sedative was mixed with wine.”
Tu Shengyuan: “……”
His mouth corner twitched, helplessly, sighed deeply:
“I fuck your grandpa.”
Then, flipping his eyes, he fell backward, reeling, Wen Qingyu flicked his sleeve, smiling: “My grandpa occupies my family’s ancestral property. Rest assured, since I happen to pass by, I’ll dig him out for you.”