Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Wang Zhenqiu clicked his tongue twice, aggravating the injury on his face, and gasped twice: "Uncle Cheng, I've noticed you've really changed, you..."

Xia He interrupted him: "Don't change the subject. Either you tell the truth, or I'll have the little Taoist priest beat you up again."

Wang Zhenqiu said calmly, "It's already like this, so at worst it'll just swell up a bit more."

Xia He smiled slightly: "Specialize in the lower body."

Wang Zhenqiu instinctively kicked his legs: "How can you be so ruthless, you idiot!"

Xia Liuqing couldn't stand it anymore and blurted out, "Actually, it's nothing serious. That scoundrel seduced the senior brother of the Huode Sect and learned a move from their kung fu."

Xia He's eyes lit up: "And then? And then? Did the senior brother of the Huode Sect find out he was a man? Did he have a fair fencing match with him?"

Cheng Mo's expression was strange.

Wang Zhenqiu muttered to himself.

Xia Liuqing didn't understand and was still speaking seriously: "It's not a secret that the scoundrel is a jerk. I don't know who leaked it, but what I didn't expect was... tsk tsk."

Xia He pressed, "What happened? Grandpa Xia, stop keeping me in suspense."

Xia Liuqing glanced at Wang Zhenqiu.

The scoundrel whistled and stared at the ceiling.

Xia Liuqing withdrew her gaze and said slowly, "The senior brother of Huode Sect was not angry at all because of his male identity; on the contrary, he loved him even more."

Xia He: "Wow~~"

Wang Zhenqiu grew anxious: "Old man Xia, stop making things up about me. Didn't you come here on business?"

It wasn't that the rascal was shy or embarrassed; it was just that the clock on the station wall reminded him that it was getting late.

Xia Liuqing then remembered that she had come to find Hunqiu for something important: "Oh right, come on, let's talk as we walk."

Xia He waved goodbye to the two with some regret: "Grandpa Xia, Golden Hair, goodbye. Next time I want to hear the story of Golden Hair's love-hate relationship with the senior brother of the Fire Virtue Sect."

Wang Zhenqiu asked curiously, "Aren't you guys coming together?"

Xia He shook her head: "We have other things to do."

Wang Zhenqiu lowered his voice: "This is really explosive news!"

Xia He's eyes sparkled: "Even more sensational than your affair with the senior disciple of the Fire Virtue Sect?"

Wang Zhenqiu patted his chest and assured him, "Absolutely."

Xia He looked at Cheng Mo: "Little Taoist priest, shall we listen to it first?"

Cheng Mo had no objections whatsoever.

He was also quite curious to hear what could be even more exciting than the scoundrel and the senior brother.

Xia Liuqing stroked the tuft of white hair on her chin: "If the two of you work together, this will probably be easier."

……

The four arrived at Wang Zhenqiu's home, an ordinary two-bedroom apartment in an ordinary residential area.

As soon as Cheng Mo entered the door, he was stunned.

The room was decorated in pink everywhere: the sofa was pink, the curtains were pink, a pink tea set was on the coffee table, and even the decorative paintings on the wall were pink.

One of the bedrooms was converted into a computer room. There were only a few books, just a huge desk with a computer, a heart-shaped monitor, a heart-shaped mouse pad, and even a heart-shaped computer chair.

Xia He walked around the house and clicked her tongue twice: "Golden Hairy, your house looks even younger than you."

Wang Zhenqiu tossed his long, golden hair, sporting a pig's head, and said with a rather arrogant tone, "Who says boys can't be pretty?"

After he finished speaking, he tossed his hair. If you didn't look at his face, which was swollen like a steamed bun, he actually looked quite stylish, the kind that appeals to both men and women.

Xia Liuqing waved her hand, plopped down on the sofa, picked up the remote, turned on the TV, and switched to the news channel.

The female news anchor is announcing: "A delegation from Mitsubishi Heavy Industries of Japan, along with several other companies, arrived in our country today for a two-week business visit to Beijing, Shanghai, Guangdong, and other locations. The delegation will exchange views on fields such as automobile manufacturing and precision instruments..."

"The Japanese representative expressed hope that this visit would further deepen Sino-Japanese economic and trade relations..."

Xia Liuqing pointed at the television: "Are you aware of this?"

Xia He shook her head: "Isn't this just normal business practice?"

Cheng Mo also shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

Wang Zhenqiu moved a stool to the coffee table, started boiling water to make tea, and casually said, "The inspection team is just a facade; they're actually here to pick up goods."

Xia He pressed further, "What goods?"

Xia Liuqing continued, "You all know about the War of Resistance against Japan decades ago, right?"

Cheng Mo rolled his eyes: "Of course, everyone knows that."

"During that war, the Japanese devils stole a lot of our things, but also left behind some things that they couldn't take with them," Xia Liuqing said, her tone turning somber.

Cheng Mo snorted coldly: "What the Japanese devils left here is all ours!"

Xia He nodded vigorously, taking Cheng Mo's arm: "That's right, they're all ours!"

Xia Liuqing sneered: "The Japanese don't think that way. They've always wanted to take back what they brought from the island, things they lost on Chinese soil."

Xia He tilted her head and thought for a moment: "No problem, we can barter. They want to take back what they left here, so let's exchange ten of the things they stole."

Xia Liuqing shook her head and sighed: "Some people don't think that way. They'd love to send everything over to others to curry favor and get some orders in return."

Wang Zhenqiu chimed in from the side, "Old Xia, your statement is biased. Our economy is indeed not as good as Japan's right now. If we want to do business with them, we have to give up some profits."

Xia He immediately exploded upon hearing this, glaring at Wang Zhenqiu: "What are you saying? If you're going to offer discounts, let the businesses do it themselves. There's no reason to exchange other people's goods for them!"

Xia Liuqing slapped her thigh: "That's right! But some people just can't see things clearly."

Wang Zhenqiu wasn't annoyed and leisurely brewed his tea: "Old Xia, don't jump to conclusions so quickly. The higher-ups did arrange this meeting, but they didn't explicitly say that the knife would be returned. You know, this knife isn't in the hands of the authorities."

Xia He realized: "So, the goods are a knife?"

Xia Liuqing nodded: "This is no ordinary knife. Quite a few extraordinary Chinese people died by this knife back then."

Wang Zhenqiu added, "It's not just a few problems; the Tang Clan almost had its Dan Shi lineage severed by this blade."

Hearing this, Cheng Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he thought of a rumor: "You're not talking about the demon sword Hirumaru, are you?"

Xia Liuqing's eyes lit up, and she pointed at Cheng Mo: "Oh, right, you should know about this knife."

Cheng Mo had some doubts.

This thing has already appeared in the world? Will Feng Baobao still be able to wield a knife then?

Seeing Cheng Mo's strange expression, Xia He leaned closer and asked, "Little Taoist priest, do you know about this knife?"

Cheng Mo nodded, and was about to speak when his phone rang.

He took it out and saw that it was a call from Cheng Shou.

He nodded to the group: "I need to take this call."

Xia He waved her hand: "Go ahead, go ahead."

After Cheng Mo walked to the balcony, Xia He turned to Xia Liuqing and asked, "Grandpa Xia, what's the deal with that knife?"

"It's a long story," Xia Liuqing said, taking a sip of tea.

"To put it simply, the sword is named Hirumaru, a demon formed from the resentment of a swordsmith. It gnaws at the mind of its wielder, turning them into a 'demon seed.' By killing one person, you can steal a technique of Qi. It is indestructible and can regenerate through blood."

Xia He gave him the look of an old man on the subway looking at his phone: "It's just a knife, how can it do this?"

"You don't understand, girl, this demon sword..."

Xia Liuqing began to explain to her the difference between a knife and a person, the relationship between resentment and a weapon, and why this thing could steal skills.