Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

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The three were led to a private room on the third floor by the window, which offered a panoramic view of Jingjing's nightscape, with the lights of countless homes visible in the distance.

A table of exquisite food and wine had already been set in the private room. Behind the screen sat two courtesans holding pipa. They bowed slightly to the guests as they entered and gently plucked the strings.

Fu Qing sat by the window, listening to music and looking at the scenery, feeling quite content. Suddenly, he felt like he had entered a shopping mall.

Yu Fu was completely at ease, having a great time, and even pinching the waist of the girl serving him.

"How old are you? Have you ever passed the imperial examination for women?"

Fu Qing's lips twitched; he really didn't want to admit that he knew this guy.

An Sheng felt uncomfortable from the moment he entered. He sat in the corner, drinking one glass after another, unsure of where to look—looking out the window seemed too deliberate, looking at the wine glass seemed too deliberate, and looking at the ceiling seemed even more deliberate.

A courtesan playing the pipa put down her instrument and sat down next to An Sheng to pour him wine. Her slender fingers inadvertently brushed against the back of An Sheng's hand.

An Sheng was stunned, his body stiffening from his fingertips to his shoulders, his ears turning so red they looked like they could bleed.

The courtesan smiled, picked up her wine cup, and handed it to him, her voice as soft as cotton.

"Why is the general drinking alone in silence? Don't you like the songs I sing?"

An Sheng took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, choking and coughing several times. The courtesan quickly grabbed a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and he suddenly shrank to the side, his back pressed against the wall.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

"Is it 'okay'?"

The courtesan looked at An Sheng with surprise, then smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be such a connoisseur, sir, who doesn't like a virgin like me..."

puff!

Fu Qing and the fat man both spat out a mouthful of wine at the same time. The fat man laughed so hard he rolled on the ground, while Fu Qing coughed incessantly.

An Sheng stared blankly at the two of them, not understanding what they were laughing at.

"Young lady, that's not what he meant. Just keep him at home..."

As she spoke, Fu Qing leaned close to Yu Fu's ear and asked, "Is Senior Brother still a virgin?"

"Hahahaha...you guessed it, my brother! To this day, our senior brother is, well...commonly known as, a virgin."

Yu Fu leaned close to Fu Qing's ear, his eyes narrowing into slits with laughter.

"When our senior brother was killing Gu cultivators in the south, he didn't even blink, taking them down one by one with a single shot. My dad said he was destined to be a great general, but then a little hand playing the pipa touched him, and he was so scared he couldn't even speak! Hahahaha!"

Fu Qing, holding a wine glass, leaned back in his chair and watched An Sheng's flushed face and flustered movements as he dodged the girl. He grinned.

But at that moment, Yu Fu's eyes lit up, and an idea came to him.

"Brother, would you be interested in helping our senior brother grow up?"

"Um?"

Fu Qing looked at him. "You mean..."

Yu Fu nodded. "Watch my performance!"

As he spoke, he picked up his wine glass, stood up, and walked over to An Sheng.

"Senior Brother An Sheng, today is my treat, so if you don't drink, it's like I'm not giving you enough face! Come on, this toast is for you!"

An Sheng couldn't refuse, so he raised his glass and clinked it with his.

After finishing his drink, Yu Fu poured himself another cup. "This cup is for my father. He always says that An Sheng, the senior disciple of the Martial Arts Academy, is the future pillar of Jingguo. If I don't offer him a toast when I get back, he'll beat me up!"

An Sheng had no choice but to drink it again.

Yu Fu poured a third cup. "This one is for—"

"And for whom?"

"Forehead..."

Yu Fu looked over with a serious expression.

"This drink represents my admiration for my senior brother; not drinking it would be disrespectful to me!"

An Sheng's lips twitched, and he reluctantly picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Having lost his excuse, Yu Fu gave Fu Qing a wink, and Fu Qing raised an eyebrow, understanding immediately.

He immediately put down his glass, stood up, walked over to An Sheng, and refilled it for him.

"Senior Brother, I lost to him in the last match, which made you lose face. This cup of wine is my apology."

An Sheng shook his head.

"Brother Fu, there's no need for that. In the arena, it's all about skill. I accept my defeat wholeheartedly."

Fu Qing chuckled lightly.

"How about we drink this to celebrate our Yasukuni's victory in the third round?"

An Sheng gave a wry smile, picked up his wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

The two worked together seamlessly, one offering a toast while the other followed up, one offering advice while the other delivered the finishing blow.

An Sheng, who usually doesn't drink at all, was bombarded with more than a dozen drinks by Fu Qing and Yu Fu. His tongue started to get tied, and he started to slur his words, mumbling as he lay on the table.

"Old Fu, I give up, your damn knife is really heavy!"

Seeing this, Yu Fu put down his wine glass and moved closer to Fu Qing.

"It's done! Hehe!"

Fu Qing nodded. "It needs to be clean."

"Leave it to me! How can I let my senior brother use secondhand stuff!"

Yu Fu clapped his hands at the door, and the madam pushed the door open and came in. Yu Fu whispered a few words in the madam's ear, and the madam understood and left.

A moment later, they helped in a young woman who looked to be under twenty years old. She had delicate features and was carrying a pipa (a Chinese lute).

Yu Fu sized up the courtesan.

"If you serve that general in the corner well tonight, you'll be well rewarded later."

The courtesan smiled and nodded gently, "Don't worry, sir, I understand."

Fu Qing and Yu Fu carried An Sheng into the next room and put him on the bed.

An Sheng rolled over, hugged the blanket, mumbled "One more cup," and then fell asleep again.

Fu Qing and Yu Fu exchanged a smile, then left the room and gently closed the door behind them.

...

An Sheng had a dream in which he made love with a woman whose face he couldn't see, and he was very happy. He had never had such a wonderful feeling before.

He opened his eyes somewhat reluctantly. The first thing he saw was the unfamiliar carved bed canopy, the second was the unfamiliar brocade quilt, and the third was the unfamiliar pale pink curtains.

Looking down, he saw that his clothes were disheveled, his outer robe was nowhere to be found, and the collar of his inner garment was wide open. A young woman was lying next to him, still fast asleep.

An Sheng's head was buzzing. He suddenly jumped out of bed and pulled the blanket to the ground.

He then realized that even his boots and socks had been taken off, leaving him only with a wrinkled undergarment.

The courtesan was awakened by his movement. She sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes. The brocade quilt slipped down, revealing a patch of white skin on her shoulder.

"Sir, you're awake!"

"ah!!!"

An Sheng let out a scream of despair after being violated, grabbed the quilt from the ground and wrapped it tightly around the courtesan, then scrambled out of the room and smashed open the carved wooden window at the end of the corridor with a "bang".

He found Fu Qing and Yu Fu doing their morning exercises at the martial arts academy.

Yu Fu was squatting by the well washing his face, while Fu Qing was practicing his swordsmanship in the courtyard with a cold iron sword.

An Sheng's hair was a mess, like a bird's nest. He was wearing a boot on one foot and was barefoot on the bluestone slab. He was clenching his fists and looking at the two of them.

Fu Qing glanced at him, barely suppressing a laugh.

"Ahem... Senior Brother is back! How did you sleep last night?"

An Sheng's face turned from red to purple, then from purple to green. Trembling, he pointed at Fu Qing, and after a long while, he finally let out a roar.

"You, you, you—you're not even human!"

Fu Qing sheathed his sword, picked up the cool tea from the well's edge, and slowly took a sip.

"The tea is good today."

Yu Fu laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight, and he plopped down on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

An Sheng rushed over to grab Yu Fu by the neck, but Yu Fu scrambled and hid behind Fu Qing.

"Brother Fu, save me!"

An Sheng pointed at Yu Fu's nose.

"You're no better."

Fu Qing looked at An Sheng while holding his teacup.

"How does it feel to become an adult?"

An Sheng's face turned even redder, and finally, in a fit of anger, he stomped his foot, turned around, and walked away. After a few steps, he turned back, picked up the boot from the ground, and put it on.

Yu Fu poked his head out from behind Fu Qing and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Where are you going, Senior Brother?"

AXA didn't even turn its head.

"Practicing shooting?"

Yu Fu chuckled mischievously.

"What should we do with the prostitutes?"

An Sheng staggered slightly and fled the courtyard in a few steps.

Fu Qing put down his teacup, picked up the cold iron sword, and continued practicing his swordsmanship.

Yu Fu was still leaning against the well, savoring the moment.

"If Senior Brother An Sheng becomes the Grand General of Jingguo in the future, this incident will be a dark chapter in his history. If he ever dares to act like a grand general again, we'll expose this!"

Fu Qing glanced at him and spoke leisurely.

"In that case, An Sheng might really kill you to silence you."

Yu Fu's laughter stopped abruptly, and he rubbed the flesh on his round face.

"No way... Senior Brother An Sheng isn't that kind of person, he shouldn't be... right?"