Chapter 10 – Han Qiniang’s Invitation
Chapter 10: Han Qiniang’s Tassel
“Rats scattering from a sinking ship”, used in the very oddball righteousness of the Volsung Walled City, more or less a bit out of the theater, but brought into the Hungry Wolf Walled City, it is very appropriate.
Xin Zhuo with the thieves arrived, no two leaders buff plus support of the thirty or so mountain thieves minions big bags, slipping fast, even if the six people carrying knives and swords left block right blocking, froze and did not stop a few.
The moment before nightfall, six people with the remnants of the loot back to the fortress.
A large bag of coarse food, two altars of burnt knives, twelve folk iron store made the toughness of the very poor sword, five pieces of bacon, three baskets of cabbage, a number of strings of money, sixteen sets of patched clothes, half a bucket of coarse salt it.
Not very sumptuous, but for the poor and destitute Vulongzhai, it was like a fortune.
Six people sat in a row, back and forth for two incense sticks, hesitant and full of excitement.
One step out of the long march of 10,000 miles is always emotional.
“A bountiful harvest, tonight, bacon roasted cabbage with some spices and garlic, absolutely delicious on earth, no one knows more about bacon roasted cabbage than I do, when I was a tailor back then, my daughter-in-law and her lover Old Wang Tou, the blacksmith on the next street, all complimented me on my delicious cooking, really, so let me be the main chef tonight!”
The moody and agitated Fourth Boss White Sharp Tiny took the initiative to volunteer for the job, his orchid fingers sticking out more than ever, so much so that he didn’t make a secret of his own before he fell into the grass.
That’s right, back then, his wife stole a man in front of him, and under the intolerance, he killed the two of them handily, and died at the end of the world.
Looked at the crowd’s strange gaze, white tip fine and explain: “This is nothing to hide, my mother in fact, and I am still very much in love, only by the old king of the next street compulsion, before dying also begged me to say to kill the death penalty to listen to respect, do not get involved in the old king, you see, she confessed everything before she died, but also let me kill her, the heart of the how guilty it is? She …… still has me in her heart.”
The thieves looked at each other, even more puzzled, this is how to come to the conclusion?
Only the third leader Huang Dagui produced empathy, a long sigh, the only eye is full of sentimental: “Yes, I understand the mood of the fourth leader, just like twelve years ago I and Cui Xiang Lou’s Chunxiang girl, I paid for her the wealth accumulated by three generations of ancestors a full three thousand taels.
In order to please her, I even slaughtered the wife of her adored Sun Gongzi, contributing to their lovers, she later …… said that I am a good person, she still has me in her heart, just …… both born me why Sun? Her heart must be very tormented.”
Han Jiulang tears have been about to flow down: “The two brothers said it is too good, this experience is touching, in fact, I also have a story to come ……”
The topic somehow turned into a ditch, and the situation was uncontrollably heading towards collective crying misery.
This damn humble.
Xin Zhuo endeavored to close his open mouth, and coughed lightly: “The past is gone, cook dinner, I’ve been hungry all day!”
White tip fine do “bacon burned cabbage” is not good, perhaps forgetting that the bacon itself with salt, obviously put the salt just right, but salty.
However, this was not on everyone’s mind, and they were really in a good mood today!
Kill the Hungry Wolf Village in one fell swoop, this is the old master did not do, or do not want to do things.
The Big Boss is too fierce and must be celebrated!
“A toast to Big Boss!”
“Bottoms up!”
And so Xin Zhuo, who was not able to drink and knew nothing about the aftertaste of the sweet wines of this world, got drunk!
……
The first rays of sunlight in the early morning sprinkled down on the compound of the Volsung Walled City, shining through the windy bamboo and wooden windows to illuminate the ground in a dappled manner.
On the low maple wood bed, the linen embroidered chrysanthemum quilt fell halfway to the ground.
Xin Zhuo hangover has not yet risen, sleeping posture is very indecent, first is a big word type, rolled over into a gyroscopic side flip, seems to dream of something, the corner of the mouth slightly hooked, out of a trace of crystal saliva.
Outside the window “suddenly” probed out five heads, dead look at the room, eyes full of scrutiny and doubt.
“This must be the Returning Yang Taiyi Sleeping, a brilliant sleeping position, that is, sleeping, can also increase true qi!”
“There is still such a saying?”
“You are still young and ignorant, we practice kung fu hard, when we sleep at night, we also sit in a cross-legged position, the big boss was only sixteen years old, he killed Chai Donghu and Chongtian Cannon with two knives, what kind of style was that? Sleeping is really unreasonable!”
“Makes sense!”
Huang Da Gui and Han Jiulang, who were discussing in low voices, eventually reached a consensus.
Even though yesterday Xin Zhuo claimed that he was only at the sub-eighth rank realm, the shock that those two slashes brought to the crowd of thieves was far beyond his imagination.
Not only were the crowd of thieves unable to digest it, after a night of fermentation, they instead felt more and more amazed. The world’s martial arts is so difficult to practice, some people for the superior martial arts, would rather suffer from the pain of the bone-burning heart, loneliness and loneliness, scribbling all their lives.
He was only sixteen years old!
How on earth did he do it?
In his lifetime, Old Boss’s sparring session with Chai Donghu took two to three moves, and even then, it still surprised them, let alone Big Boss’s?
“Look! That pile of saliva!” Huang Dagui pointed towards the room and stammered in a low voice.
The rest of the thieves looked at each other in disbelief, there was nothing strange about this, was there?
Han Qiniang tied a double ear bun today, her face coated with a cream that she had looted at some point, her eyes shining brightly, looking both playful and cute, blinking her eyes: “What’s the point of this mofo ……?”
“People who practice martial arts, the five viscera and six bowels shaped like five lines, each other, a circumference of a cycle, a cycle of the mouth, the mouth is born in the Jin, this Jin is the wonderful Ran good thing, the ancient martial arts sages called the spirit of the liquid, the water of the gods, the jade springs, the golden sweet, the Jade Jin, the jade pool of clear water or the jade pulp.”
Huang Da Gui recited the passage in his “Tiger Form” mental method, “So, this saliva is actually a great tonic, and may be able to comprehend a few points of the sword technique like that of the great master, or gain a few points of true qi for nothing.”
Third Boss’s words could be said to have played the most out of his life, listening to the crowd of thieves with a bewildered look on their faces.
Han Jiulang scratched his head, carefully pondering his limited knowledge: “Although it makes sense, I think …… it’s weirdly disgusting.”
“You’re ignorant again! The big pawn’s two knives to take out two experts, how do you explain it?”
Huang Dagui narrowed his eyes, “The big pawn is still a teenager, the spirit of the Jin is afraid that it is also fragrant, thanks to the fact that I am a man, I can’t let go of my body, otherwise I will go and fetch it for it, eh? Second Boss and Qiniang, why don’t you guys go?”
Cui Ying’er rolled her eyes and laughed coldly: “I think Big Boss is just drunk, simply sleeping and drooling, you’re thinking too much.”
On the contrary, Han Qiniang tilted her head and thought about it, getting up a different mind: “Third Boss means …… to take that mouthful of …… spiritual liquid?”
“That’s right!” “How to take it?”
“Mouth.”
“?”
Han Qiniang thought about that image and couldn’t help but blush, glaring at him, “Filthy!”
Not waiting for Huang Dagui’s rebuttal, the fourth leader of the white pointedly supplemented a knife: “can cultivate a high level of martial arts, increase the true qi, and why be afraid of dirty? The big head of the birth of such a handsome, do not suffer, the seven mothers and fathers of the grudge is not forgotten? I’ll go if you don’t! No one understands Big Boss’s better than me!”
Han Qiniang looked to Cui Ying’er.
Cui Ying’er hesitates for a moment: “There is indeed a saying that a highly skilled martial artist has a mouth that produces spirit jin.”
Han Qiniang suddenly turned around and walked towards the door of the room.
“Sister!”
“Qiniang!”
Han Jiulang and Cui Ying’er couldn’t shout fast enough, and Han Qiniang had already quietly opened the door to her room and walked towards Xin Zhuo’s bed.
The four pairs of eyes outside instantly widened.
Han Qiniang’s small stature half-kneeled at the head of Xin Zhuo’s bed, pouting her lips, closing her eyes and reddening her small face as she slowly approached.
The foreheads of the four people outside began to see sweat.
Closer, closer!
Unexpectedly, the sleeping Xin Zhuo violently opened his eyes.
The air instantly froze.
Immediately afterward, there was a burst of chicken and dog outside, and the four heads disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Han Qiniang beamed, raising a pair of tiny palms, frozen in place.
Looking at the handsome face close at hand, and the other party’s nostrils with the aroma of cheap face cream, the confused Xin Zhuo became even more confused.
He swore that he had never experienced this kind of scene before.
Of course he recognized Han Qiniang, but why did she run to my bedside and assume this position?
“What do you …… want to do?”
He by no means believed that this female thief with a unique personality in her obstinacy had suddenly taken a liking to himself.
“Big Boss, I want to drink Lingjin?” Han Qiniang mustered her courage, her face carrying three parts obstinacy and seven parts forcefulness.
“What Lingjin? You’re serious.”
Xin Zhuo had a foggy head.
“Oh …… just take it as a joke.”
Seeing that it was unlikely that the big boss would obediently comply, Han Qiniang gathered her thoughts, smiled awkwardly, and got up to step on small broken steps to hurriedly leave.
Xin Zhuo got up, froze for a long time, collected the quilt, and went out.
The weather is clear, the red sun in the eastern sky has risen, the distant mountain scenery is hazy, and the golden clouds are rolling in.
The breeze is pleasant, the air is fresh and refreshing.
Xin Zhuo stretched his waist, feeling that if he was not a mountain bandit, a dog big family with much gold and many wives and concubines, it would be a good choice to live in seclusion here.
In the courtyard.
Huang Dagui, the Third Boss, was again sharpening his sword with his head down.
Fourth Boss’s White Tip Tiny stuffed a few garlic heads into the ground, seemingly planting and cultivating them.
Han Jiulang was busy cooking breakfast.
In the maple forest in front of them, Cui Ying’er’s stance was athletic, dancing her sword against the falling leaves.
Several people looked serious, more serious than ever.
Only Han Qiniang burrowed into the room with a burst of curses: ”Liars! All liars, huh! What’s that, I just realized, that’s not kissing ……”
Xin Zhuo:”?”
Breakfast, because it is Han Jiulang chef, the flavor is still reasonable, but still bacon boiled cabbage, the main food coarse grain rice.
No one spoke during the meal, even the Third Boss, who could always make deafening plus suffocating remarks, just muffled his head and grubbed his rice.
Everyone realized that with the destruction of the Hungry Wolf Walled City, they were about to face an even more serious problem –
(End of Chapter)