The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 263 Shopkeeper Piao's Swearing Was Quite Vulgar
A-Piao went downstairs with a dark face. He saw that Da Xian, who had been dignified and elegant half an hour ago, a refined scholar with a graceful demeanor even in his old age, and whose clothes were without a single wrinkle, now looked like a completely different person.

His once meticulously combed hair, held in place with a fine white jade hairpin, was now somewhat disheveled, with a few strands falling down, some even mixed with silvery-white hair. Oh, just a moment ago, he had a full head of black hair, but now it had turned white in an instant.

His clothes were wrinkled and snagged, a button was torn off, and the right sleeve looked scorched, as if burned. And the hand beneath that sleeve...

Oh dear, it was just wrapped up haphazardly with a handkerchief, looking like a rice dumpling. Blood stained the handkerchief red, and this was still an ugly rice dumpling, Ah Piao thought to himself.

If Sheng Huai'an could read his mind, he would feel that killing someone and destroying their spirit would be no more than this.

But he couldn't read minds. He just stared at the ghost with bloodshot eyes, his gaze bloodshot and murderous. He was no longer the refined and dignified man he once was; he was just like a shrewish villain, utterly repulsive.

Ah Piao narrowed her eyes. Did losing the exquisite pagoda make her temperament so vicious and repulsive?
So his previous persona of being a refined, virtuous, kind, and eloquent scholar was entirely based on the Linglong Tower.

No wonder they were looking for that little Wenquxing (a star associated with literature and scholarship). It turns out that the main spirit was lost, and the Linglong Pagoda was also losing its spiritual energy. Feeling guilty and panicked, they made such a confident statement that the person had not entered the underworld.

He said that person was very important to him, and indeed he was. All the spiritual energy in the person was tied to him, and once that person was lost, he would be nothing.

Ah.

Ah Piao's eyes were cold and sharp. He cracked his knuckles, his hands itching to hit him; he was too repulsive.

When Sheng Huai'an saw A Piao, he was about to pounce on her, but he forcibly restrained himself. His eyes were gloomy and his voice was as cold as ice: "If Manager Piao has taken my magic weapon and enjoyed it, please return it. It is a gift from the Emperor. If you don't want your store to get into trouble, I advise you to return it obediently."

Oh, you've lost your composure, but you haven't lost your swagger at all. Listen to your arrogant tone, thinking you're above everyone else. Don't you even know what Tongtian Pavilion is? You're just acting like a big shot here.
The ghost was even colder than him: "If Mr. Liu Feng is suffering from hysteria, he has come to the wrong place. Qianjintang on the street corner is still open. It is honest and trustworthy. You may go there, sir."

"You, how dare you!" Sheng Huai'an's face flushed red as he rushed over.

With a flick of his sleeve, the ghost sent a gust of cold wind blowing him away, causing him to fall face-first to the ground in front of the door with a thud, letting out a bloodcurdling scream.

"You think I'm being disrespectful?" The ghost looked down at him and said, "Even princes and nobles wouldn't dare to act so presumptuously in my Tongtian Pavilion, and you dare to come here spewing filth? What, are all the books you read every day dog ​​shit? Do you eat it while reading, and then smear it on your forehead?"

Lang Jiuchuan stood in a dark corner, concealing his figure, and clicked his tongue, saying, "Manager Piao's cursing is quite vulgar."

Fu Qi stood beside her, and managed to stammer out, "Should I learn this?"

He was a military officer, unlike scholars who were eloquent and persuasive. As a shopkeeper, he would inevitably have to deal with rogue customers, so he took a master to learn how to curse people in a dirty way.
Lang Jiuchuan: "..."

General, there's no need for that.

Sheng Huai'an was filled with shame and indignation. He was slapped to the ground, and his burned right hand hit the steps. The excruciating pain made his face turn pale, and blood quickly gushed from his hand.

He looked up and stared at the ghost: "Give it back to me..."

"What do you want me to return to you?" A-Piao said with a dark face, "Sir, you've been away from my Tongtian Pavilion for at least half an hour, if not an hour? You lost something outside and come back to ask me for it? Are you out of your mind?"

"It's you, it's definitely you..."

"What? Tell me then, what did I do, what did I take from you? I just stepped out the door, didn't even touch you, and you're calling me a thief? Sir, didn't you learn the principle of catching a thief red-handed in your studies?" the ghost mocked. "I know, for people like you high and mighty, slandering someone is just a matter of a few words." Sheng Huai'an was furious: "Don't try to argue with me. I am the top scholar appointed by the late emperor, a great sage in the eyes of all scholars..."

puff.

The ghost smiled and pointed at him: "You, a great sage?" He waved his hand: "Someone, bring a bronze mirror."

Upon hearing this, the workers quickly went to fetch a bronze mirror.

"Come here, to avoid having you piss in front of my Tongtian Pavilion and stink up to me, it's better to use a bronze mirror. It'll be clearer. Take a good look at yourself. What kind of great sage do you look like?" He placed the bronze mirror in front of Sheng Huai'an: "You say you're a great sage, but are you just an imposter?"

Sheng Huai'an glanced into the mirror and his pupils contracted. Was that really him? He looked so disheveled, and his once-proud hair had turned white.

This is not him.

The exquisite tower, his exquisite tower.

"Give me back my magic weapon." Sheng Huai'an staggered to his feet with the help of his personal servant, staring intently at A Piao: "The Tongtian Pavilion has extraordinary abilities; what's wrong with taking things from afar?"

A ghost's smile turned cold: "Are you trying to extort me?"

He took off a string of antique bells hanging from his waist, and an aura of yin energy immediately surged from his body, rushing straight at Sheng Huai'an. He said, "No one dares to act arrogantly in my Tongtian Pavilion. What are you? Hmm?"

The yin energy transformed into a malevolent serpent, its mouth agape, ready to bite down fiercely.

Sheng Huai'an let out a howl, his whole body stinging and cold, his face pale, looking at the ghost in terror, taking two steps back, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"roll!"

Sheng Huai'an dared not go forward again, especially as more and more people gathered around, pointing and whispering. Meanwhile, A Piao was filled with a murderous aura, and his right hand, whether from pain or coldness, had lost all feeling.

We can't delay any longer.

He glared at the ghost with hatred, as if the ghost were his father's killer, but dared not say anything, and turned back to the carriage.

"Mr. Sheng, businessmen always value harmony. You're forcing an honest man to lose his temper, which is really not good." A ghost's voice sounded coolly behind him: "The saying goes, 'Even if a deal falls through, goodwill remains.' Since we can't do business together, I'll give you a piece of advice for free: those who do many unrighteous deeds will surely perish. Take care, sir!"

Sheng Huai'an felt a mouthful of blood rising in his throat. He turned his head and looked over, his eyes sinister, like a ferocious beast opening its gaping maw.

Ah Piao sneered, "You think I'm afraid of a charlatan like you?"

Sheng Huai'an left, and A Piao turned around and instructed the waiter: "Go and fetch a few buckets of water and sprinkle it at the entrance to ward off bad luck."

He turned around and saw Lang Jiuchuan, who gave him a thumbs-up: "Impressive combat strength."

He couldn't help but feel smug, but when he thought of what she had done, he walked over and said through gritted teeth, "I took the blame for you, and you're not going to do anything about it? I'll make you regret it."