Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike

Chapter 113 Pressing Closer

Chapter 111 Pressing Closer

"I heard it clearly: someone in the corner of the room called the masked man 'Senior Brother'."

Although they spoke very softly afterward, I've always had very sensitive hearing, and I managed to catch two sentences.

Luo Xiaohu had injuries to both legs, and he was clenching his teeth and not uttering a sound.

He forced himself to speak at this point.

"No rush, tell me slowly. Xiaowan, go get some medicine for their injuries, I'll treat their legs."

Li Xin gave the instructions.

Without specifying what kind of herbal decoction it is, it is simply called "Nourishing Spirit Decoction".

This time, Li Xiaowan learned her lesson and didn't ask any more questions. She gave a timid reply and went to get busy.

She knew that the most important thing in treating Yang Fan and Luo Xiaohu's legs was not the medicine.

Luo Xiaohu thought for a moment and organized his thoughts, saying, "The tall, masked man said something that made him so arrogant—even his master didn't dare to step forward, acting like a coward. How dare a country bumpkin be so ignorant of his place?"

"Don't copy the next sentence, what else is there?"

Li Xin shook his head, thinking to himself, Luo Xiaohu is really an honest kid. Although he doesn't look as dull and wooden as Dong Zhu, his personality is actually even more straightforward.

They can't say a single kind word.

Otherwise, even with his broken leg lying on the street corner, he could at least beg for some food.

As a result, he could starve to death in a short time, not far from the restaurant.

When Zhuang Hongxiu took him in, he was barely alive.

Another person said: "It's just to give face to his master, and it's also a crucial moment for both sides to restrain each other."

Anyone else doing this would have lost several lives. Let's teach him a lesson this time and make him behave."

Luo Xiaohu said earnestly.

Li Xin suspected that he had even imitated the tone of voice.

The contempt and disdain in his words, even coming from an eleven-year-old child, still made him furious.

Cheng Feiyan was even angrier than him: "It must be someone surnamed Ma. That guy is extremely arrogant. Even when he sees Father, he acts all high and mighty."

When the third senior brother was on duty, he found fault with him, and after a few inappropriate words, he beat the third senior brother so badly that he was bedridden for several months.

Moreover, the man surnamed Ma, relying on his position as the eldest prince's martial arts instructor, always spoke of the authentic Bagua (Eight Trigrams) tradition.

He even opened a Tianxing Hall outside Chongwen Gate. He took in some disciples, who were just as arrogant.

Just as I finished speaking, a man with a stern face walked in through the gate.

"Big brother, what brings you here?"

Cheng Feiyan's expression was somewhat unnatural.

Her injuries had almost healed, but instead of going home to recuperate, she stayed in the Li family's courtyard.

Although the two houses are not far apart.

This behavior is indeed somewhat inappropriate.

I'm afraid of running into someone I know, let alone a relative.

Cheng Youlong had no time to tease his younger sister; he simply asked with concern, "Is your injury any better?"

I already told you it's not safe outside, but you insisted on getting involved. Now look what's happened—fine, fine, I won't bring it up again.

"Junior brother, Father asked me to tell you that Senior Uncle Yin came to ask him to play chess earlier and stayed for more than an hour before leaving."

"I know what to do, thank you, senior brother."

I wasn't sure at first, but now I've pretty much figured out what's going on.

No wonder there's a saying in the city: "Better to mess with Changshou than Shiqing."

Is that Senior Brother Ma really that dirty-minded?

Are you messing with my mindset?

"If it's for the sake of the battle at Wan Hua Lou, who knows what other methods they might use."

Putting myself in his shoes, I think he was trying to make me extremely uncomfortable, but without actually breaking off relations, and focusing all his attention on him.

Then————”

Li Xin had just finished speaking.

The eldest brother, Li Cheng, walked in. "Master Mo from the slaughterhouse just came to apologize."

They said that tomorrow's mutton and offal will not be available.

Manager Qiu from the grain store also came over, saying that there was a grain shortage and prices were going to rise.

"Let's stop business for a day or two; we don't need to do it for now."

Li Xin pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice.

He knew that this was clearly another of Senior Brother Ma's methods.

They're flexing their muscles, giving us a taste of their own medicine.

It seems that my past safety was only due to the checks and balances from all sides, especially the mutual tolerance between the old and new factions, and the absence of any particularly powerful experts.

Now that the new faction is being suppressed, the conservative faction has a free hand and will certainly no longer be so tolerant.

Even with the master, a senior martial brother intervened.

Although it was just one game of chess, it was enough to show our attitude.

The relationships within the palace and the military—they no longer protect him, this "gossip disciple."

This is drawing a clear line.

"Take a good rest these few days and don't do any work."

Once my injury heals, I'll learn the [Eight Forms of Breaking the Edge] together with everyone.

I don't seek profound skill, I only seek to strike faster.

Li Xin's expression remained unchanged.

It seems they don't take the external targeting to heart at all.

After correcting the bones of Yang Fan and Luo Xiaohu, the talisman water was turned into a medicinal soup, which they then drank.

Pure external injuries are easier to heal than those caused by Senior Sister Feiyan.

The medicinal power of just one bowl of herbal soup is enough.

As evening approached, Uncle De, the old steward of the Zhang family in Qinglong, came to visit.

Li Xin saw the old man in the courtyard.

I noticed that Uncle De looked older than when I first met him, and his brows were furrowed more deeply.

"But has something happened to Miss You Rong?"

"It's not that anything bad has happened, it's just that—" Uncle De hesitated, "Miss instructed that this little matter should not bother the young master, and that it will pass if he just waits."

In my humble opinion, things are not that simple; the current situation is indeed dangerous.

Although she was only confined to her residence, she had everything she needed.

The problem is that Zhang Taihe, the second son, has already started to get involved in the Chamber of Commerce affairs, and several elders are even discussing the eldest daughter's marriage.

This time, the attack is fierce and unlike anything before.

"Does it start today?"

"That's right. This afternoon, Zhang Kangming from the second branch of the family, who is also Zhang Taihe's eldest son,..."

They moved into the main house excitedly and demanded Qin'er, the maidservant of the young lady.

After a brief argument, the clan elders appeared.

Then, they confined the young lady to the manor.

Uncle De looked distressed.

He thought to himself that when the master was still alive, those clan elders would never have been so biased.

They don't have that right either.

Unfortunately, the winds began to shift after the master passed away.

No matter how capable a young lady may be, she is still a woman after all.

As a result, some people took advantage of their seniority and the influence of the second wife to forcibly interfere in the business of the Chamber of Commerce.

"I understand. You should put this notice on the Zhang family's door."

Li Xin wrote a black sticker.

Four large characters were written on it:

Returning a favor

The signature didn't include a name, only the date: February 3rd.

Uncle De received the black sticker and bowed respectfully.

They left happily.

Some things don't need to be said; Uncle De knows, and Li Xin knows too.

If he wins a great victory in the battle at Wan Hua Lou, all the troubles of the Zhang family will naturally disappear.

Whether it's the clan elders or the second branch of the family.

They all need to be given an explanation.

This matter won't be resolved without a few deaths.