Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 352: The Son is Currently Committing
The fields are withered in autumn, and the mountains and rivers are filled with sorrow.

Five days later.

Xinyang City, lobby of Laixi Inn.

At noon, the streets were bustling with people coming and going. The waiter, with a rag on his shoulder and his sleeves rolled up, kept calling on travelers leading their horses to come into the store to drink a bowl of newly opened Laojiao wine for the Double Ninth Festival, eat a plate of mutton freshly slaughtered in the morning, and choose a clean guest room to rest for half a day.

Duan Zhengchun sat at a dining table by the window on the second floor, glancing at the people passing by on the street and the scenery on both sides. He occasionally picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, but it always felt tasteless. He did drink a lot of wine, a pot of two taels, and drank about seven or eight taels.

"Shaolin Temple is in a terrible state this time. The abbot committed suicide, the martial arts of the head monks of the Discipline Hall, Longshu Hall, and Bodhidharma Hall were all abolished, and even the old monk who had been in seclusion was killed by Kongxu's finger. It's sad, pitiful, and lamentable."

"Who says it's not true? They sent out invitations to heroes and invited martial arts masters to clean up the sect, but in the end, they failed to clean up the traitors who betrayed their teachers and ancestors. Instead, they were cleaned up by the traitors. Even the blind beggar Cai in the dilapidated temple in the south of the city knew about this."

"Disrespecting the teacher and destroying the ancestors? It's not certain whether this crime is true or not. It might be a fabricated crime. Just because Master Kongxu killed the Liao emperor and abolished the father and son of the Xiao family, I would say a good word for him even if he razed Shaolin Temple to the ground."

"I heard that the imperial army surrounded Songshan that night."

"After all, the Liao emperor was killed, and the incident was such a big deal. I don't know if the old emperor slept well at night, or if he wet the bed if he did, hahahaha."

"Fifth brother, you are still laughing. The Liao emperor was killed in Song. I am afraid that the war will start again in the north. The people on the border will suffer."

"Seventh Brother, you are worrying about nothing. You have forgotten what Master Kongxu said. If the Khitans kill ten Han people, he will kill a hundred Khitans. Let alone a ten-fold ratio, even if it's a one-for-one exchange, can those Khitans be exchanged for us?"

"Who does he think he is? The Liao Kingdom has 100,000 elite cavalrymen, and a single spit from each of them would drown him."

"Why can't he fight against the army? I heard from the last people who stayed in Songshan that he could fly a hundred feet without falling. Even Bodhidharma, who crossed the river on a reed, couldn't do that. His skills are close to those of a god. The Liao nobles are not stupid. Yelu Hongji's fate is there. Does his successor want to go through it again? Or do they want to exterminate the Khitan people?"

"Third brother is right. If I were the successor of the Liao emperor, I would just pretend and talk big, but if I really fought... I wouldn't dare. Moreover, although Yelu Chongyuan is dead, his influence on the Liao court is still there. Yelu Hongji's son died early, and his grandson is in his early twenties this year. How can he suppress the civil and military officials in the court? According to this logic, the Liao court is bound to be in chaos."

"According to what Fifth Brother said, isn't this a good time for our Song Dynasty to launch a northern expedition?"

"It all depends on whether the one sitting on the dragon throne has the courage to seize the great situation created by Master Emptiness."

"Brothers, please stop talking about the current situation. We don't have the martial arts skills of Master Kongxu. If a few more yamen runners come, we will be in trouble."

"Yes, yes, Old Seven is right. We should be more careful with our words during this sensitive period."

Several men in shorts at the table next to them finally kept their mouths shut and stopped discussing the impact of the Shaolin Temple conference on current affairs.

When they stopped talking, they realized that the second floor was completely silent. It turned out that the people drinking were eavesdropping on their conversation. Their faces turned pale, their hands were sweating, and their hearts were pounding. They were afraid that someone would tell on them and put them in jail for disrespect.

At this time, accompanied by deafening footsteps, a team of fully armed soldiers ran through the street, scaring the travelers and merchants to dodge, and there was chaos on both sides of the long road.

Duan Zhengchun recalled the conversation between the innkeeper and the waiter, who said that the number of soldiers deployed in Xinyang City was more than double that of before, and that everyone in the county government was on high alert.

It’s no wonder. The monk Kongxu who killed the Liao emperor lived in Xiaojing Lake. How could the Song court dare not treat him with care?

Thinking of the hateful monk Kongxu, he also remembered Duan Yu, the unfilial son. He ordered him to return to Dali but he refused. Instead, he invited them to stay at Xiaojing Lake for a while. Unexpectedly, the mother agreed.

Dao Baifeng could tolerate Monk Kongxu, but he could not, so he took Fu Sigui and Zhu Danchen to live in Xinyang City, while Chu Wanli stayed in Luoyang to take care of the injured Gu Ducheng.

Actually, it’s a good thing this way. Without Dao Baifeng around, he can renew his relationship with Qin Hongmian.

In addition, he suddenly thought of a good way to deal with Monk Kongxu.

Oh, so what if you have great martial arts skills? Faced with such multiple-choice questions, won’t you still be disgusted and frustrated?

pat.

At this moment, the sound of chopsticks falling to the ground interrupted his thoughts. He turned around and saw that it was the seventh of several gangsters in shorts at the next table who was trembling with fear because of the soldiers running on the street.

Duan Zhengchun shook his head, took a sip of wine, and looked out the window again. He saw a man walking by the shop selling pickled vegetables and soy sauce. His eyes suddenly widened and he stood up.

……

That night.

The shore of Little Mirror Lake.

The wind is light, the moon is quiet, the forest is deep and the grass is sparse.

After removing her makeup, Dao Baifeng tightened her silk dress, walked over to close the window facing the lake, and pricked the dimmed oil lamp with a needle. When she felt the flame become a little brighter, she stared at the cluster of yellow, wondering how to convince Duan Yu to leave here and go back to Dali with her.

This was her own wish, but was also forced by the situation, because after Duan Zhengchun left Shaolin Temple, he wrote an urgent letter to Duan Zhengming who was far away in Dali. In addition to the content of the letter about the experiences of the monks in Tianlong Temple, it also contained an idea that made her feel complicated after reading it.

She sighed softly and was about to go to bed, when she suddenly noticed a long shadow on the ground. Her face suddenly changed and she turned around quickly to see a monk standing in front of the dressing table, gently fiddling with the pearl hairpin she had taken off.

"You...when did you come in?"

She looked at the bolted door and then at the closed window, feeling a little nervous.

"Just now." "Just now? Then why did you..."

"Seeing you're lost in thought, I can't bear to disturb you. How about this excuse?"

He said and walked over.

Dao Baifeng took half a step back and was about to say "Don't come over here" when she felt a blur in front of her eyes and he grabbed her waist and held her in his arms.

"You...let me go..." Dao Baifeng struggled hard.

"People say that a day without seeing you feels like a long time. You haven't seen me for more than a year. How come you have learned to resist?"

She said hatefully, "You lecherous monk."

"Then why didn't you say that in front of the other heroes during the Shaolin Temple meeting?"

"Humph!"

Then? Would she dare?
"Could it be... that you are jealous of Gan Baobao and Ruan Xingzhu?"

"Smug!"

Dao Baifeng started a new round of resistance, using her hands and feet and thrashing her waist.

Chu Pingsheng pointed to the next room and leaned close to her ear and said, "Do you think it's time to let Duan Yu know about our relationship?"

Her body trembled and she dared not move.

If Duan Yu were to be woken up and see his mother hugging his master, things would be very serious.

Seeing that she had stopped struggling, Chu Pingsheng picked her up and carried her to the bed where A-Bi had changed the bedding and scented it.

Dao Baifeng stared at him with a look that was filled with resentment and a bit of humiliation.

"I knew you had no good intentions when you asked Yu'er to let me stay here for a while."

Chu Pingsheng said: "What do you mean by bad intentions? I have a kind heart, after all, in this matter, I am not only doing this for myself, I am also helping Duan Zhengchun."

"Will you help him?" Dao Baifeng sneered.

"You know what? I like your stubbornness and resistance in bed."

This time, Dao Baifeng did not scold him, because she suddenly remembered Duan Zhengchun in Xinyang City, and squeezed out three words from between her teeth: "Qin Hongmian!"

Chu Pingsheng smiled noncommittally: "You said you had to come to Zhongyuan for what, ruining the interest of the King of Zhennan. Look, what I did was helping him, wasn't it? So, the result of this matter is that it's really good for you, me, him, and everyone to be good."

Dao Baifeng was defeated by his logic: "That's just far-fetched talk."

dong dong dong...

Just then, there was a knock on the door. The woman in his arms startled and quickly got up, but Chu Pingsheng pulled her back to the bed, put his hands around her waist and pulled gently, and the straps opened.

"Shh... don't struggle. You don't want Duan Yu to see what we are doing."

Dao Baifeng clenched her teeth and tried her best to press down the dishonest hand.

"Mom, mom...are you okay?"

"Oh, it's Yu'er, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"

"I heard some noise in the house next door, and I was worried, so I came to check it out."

"what……"

Dao Baifeng pretended to yawn: "Mom is fine, she's already asleep, but the bed isn't very solid, it creaks when I turn over."

"Then I'll go to the city tomorrow and find someone to fix it for you."

"Okay, Yu'er, it's getting late, you should go and get some rest."

"Mom, call me if you need anything."

"it is good."

The footsteps faded away and Duan Yu returned to the house.

(End of this chapter)