Ask Wudang Chapter 123

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After Ye Qingfeng and Hong Qigong parted ways, Ye Qingfeng traveled north, and half a month later, he arrived at the foot of Mount Zhongnan.

There was a small town at the foot of Mount Zhongnan, which flourished under the protection of the Quanzhen Sect.

Upon arriving in the town, seeing that it was already close to midday, Ye Qingfeng found a restaurant, ordered a few small dishes, and drank by himself.

After three rounds of drinks, he suddenly heard a commotion outside. Turning his head, he saw a young master dressed in brocade robes, leading a group of men dressed in various outfits, striding in. The young master fanned himself lightly, arrogant and self-proclaimed to be a man of refined taste. Beside the young master, there was a tall, short-haired man in a foreign costume, who, judging by his attire, was undoubtedly a Tibetan lama. The lama carried a gleaming yellow vajra pestle on his back, maintaining a stern expression, like an unmoving Golden Arhat, possessing an inherent majesty.

Seeing this combination, and connecting it with the original description, Ye Qingfeng immediately knew their identities.

The young master in brocade robes was most likely Huo Du, and the tall lama was most likely Dalba.

Guessing their identities, Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help but murmur to himself, “What a coincidence, I just met the Five Freaks of Tibet a while ago, and now that I’ve arrived at this small town at the foot of Mount Zhongnan, I’ve encountered Dalba again. It seems I have some fate with this Tibetan Esoteric Sect.”

Even more coincidentally, this group of people actually walked into the same restaurant where Ye Qingfeng was.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, Huo Du imperiously shouted, “Where’s the manager? Why isn’t he coming out to greet guests?”

The waiter in the restaurant was about to go up to greet them but suddenly heard these words and felt quite uncertain, so he backed off.

The manager, seeing the arrogant newcomers dressed in exotic luxurious clothes, and with a large group of servants behind them, presumed they were Mongolian nobles and dared not show any disrespect. He immediately came out with a smiling face: “Sir, how may I help you?”

Huo Du was a descendant of Jamukha. Jamukha and Temujin were once sworn brothers. Later, when Wang Khan wanted to deal with Temujin, Jamukha became Wang Khan’s tool and almost killed Temujin, thus severing their sworn brotherhood. Later, Temujin unified the desert with great courage. Jamukha, ashamed to face his sworn brother, finally committed suicide. After Jamukha’s death, Temujin not only did not trouble his descendants but also enfeoffed them as carefree princes without real power, allowing them to enjoy wealth and luxury.

After Temujin’s death, his descendants increasingly disliked the descendants of Jamukha’s lineage, especially by Huo Du’s generation, who were marginalized. Huo Du claimed to be a Mongolian minor prince everywhere. Those who didn’t know would treat him with great respect, but those who knew didn’t take him seriously at all. Huo Du was a smart person; he knew his identity was extremely awkward, so he tried every means to climb up. Finally, his efforts paid off, and he managed to attach himself to the Golden Wheel Monk King, successfully becoming his disciple.

After studying martial arts with the Golden Wheel Monk King for several years, Huo Du finally got what he wished for and gained the attention of Möngke.

To climb another step higher, Huo Du volunteered to come to the Central Plains to be the vanguard for the Golden Wheel Monk King.

Coincidentally, as soon as Huo Du arrived in the Central Plains, he happened upon the “Red Serpent Fairy” Li Mochou spreading news throughout the jianghu martial arts world, saying that there was a Living Dead Tomb at the foot of Mount Zhongnan. Not only did the tomb contain a large amount of treasure, but it also housed a celestial-like woman who was eighteen years old this year and was publicly seeking a husband from the entire jianghu. Upon hearing this news, Huo Du was overjoyed, thinking that if he could enter the Living Dead Tomb, he would not only win the beauty but also acquire a large amount of treasure. If he then presented this treasure to Möngke, his status would undoubtedly rise to the next level. Thus, he, along with his senior brother Dalba, gathered a group of miscellaneous people and came to this place.

At the moment, although the manager had a smiling face, Huo Du showed no good expression, maintaining an arrogant demeanor, and said, “Manager, tell everyone else that this restaurant has been reserved by this lord. Tell them to leave quickly.”

Upon hearing this, the manager immediately showed a difficult expression and said, “Sir, your request is truly…”

Huo Du glared, and said in a deep voice, “Less nonsense, this lord has plenty of silver!”

The manager said with difficulty, “Sir, it’s not a matter of silver. Our humble establishment is open for business, and we must operate with integrity. The guests who arrived earlier are enjoying their meals, and for you to ask me to drive them out with a single word, I’m afraid it’s a bit inappropriate, isn’t it?”

Huo Du said, “What’s inappropriate about it? Haven’t you seen how many brothers I have behind me? As long as I rent your restaurant for one day, it will be better than ten days of your business. What else are you dissatisfied with?”

The manager said, “That’s true, but things can’t be done that way. Please, sir, try to understand.”

A mere manager dared to obstruct him, and Huo Du immediately became angry. He said coldly, “Manager, I’m laying it out here today. If you don’t do as I say, my brothers here won’t agree.”

As his words fell, the motley crew behind him all pulled out their weapons, rubbing their fists and palms, their gazes unfriendly.

The manager broke out in a cold sweat and immediately became timid.

Just then, a clear voice came over: “Where did these evil dogs come from, barking wildly at the door? Manager, don’t you even have a fire poker in this large restaurant? Quickly drive these evil dogs out, lest they disturb our appetite.”

As soon as these words were uttered, the restaurant hall immediately fell silent. Everyone simultaneously looked towards the source of the voice.

The person who spoke was none other than Ye Qingfeng.

After speaking, Ye Qingfeng did not pay attention to the atmosphere of the scene and continued to comfortably pour and drink by himself.

Three breaths later, Huo Du finally recovered. He immediately closed his folding fan, pointed at Ye Qingfeng, and sternly cursed, “Where did this brat come from, daring to speak disrespectfully to this lord? Are you tired of living?”

“Noisy!”

Ye Qingfeng softly uttered two words, then slapped the table. A bamboo chopstick immediately flew out of the chopstick holder. With a “whoosh,” it instantly transformed into a black shadow, piercing through Huo Du’s throat. After piercing Huo Du’s throat, the bamboo chopstick, with its momentum undiminished, like a living thing, flickered several times, piercing through the arms of all the miscellaneous people.

Among the group, only Dalba was unharmed, which was naturally done intentionally by Ye Qingfeng.

In an instant, there was a chorus of wails, and blood flowed everywhere. The diners in the restaurant were stunned and speechless.

Only then did Huo Du’s eyes widen, and he slowly fell backward.

Clearly, until the very last moment, he couldn’t believe that he had just died like that.

Seeing Huo Du’s death, Dalba immediately recovered, then rushed to Huo Du’s side, shouting loudly, “Senior brother, senior brother, what’s wrong with you?” Then he turned to Ye Qingfeng, with a frightened expression, saying, “You… what demonic art did you use to kill my senior brother?”

He couldn’t speak Chinese yet, so he spoke in Tibetan.

To others, it was mostly gibberish, but Ye Qingfeng could understand it.

At that moment, Ye Qingfeng did not explain further, and said in Tibetan, “Dalba, you are an honest man, so I will not kill you. Go back and tell your master, the Golden Wheel Monk King, that he had best not cause trouble in the Central Plains, otherwise, the consequences will be his own responsibility.”

With that, he took out the money for the wine and placed it on the table. Then, his figure moved, transforming into streaks of afterimages, and instantly disappeared.

Seeing this scene, the diners in the restaurant immediately erupted into excitement, believing they had encountered an immortal, and all knelt down and kowtowed.

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