After reading "Various Treatises on Typhoid and Diseases" to Chen Zisheng for an hour, Ren Baqian left the Chen family's shop, strolled around the streets, and found a two-story restaurant. He wanted to see how the food here tasted.
After being here for so many days, he had always eaten in the beast park and had not had the opportunity to eat outside.
Ren Baqian saw that there were quite a lot of people inside. When he entered, it was quiet inside. There were a few bald burly men at each table, and all of them looked over.
There were also a few heroic-looking women.
They were all ordinary aboriginals.
If an ordinary person encountered such a scene, his legs would probably go soft.
Imagine if you entered a restaurant and all the people inside were 200 to 300 kilograms of burly men. Moreover, all of them were bald and looked at you fiercely. Most people would just turn around and leave.
Ren Baqian had seen a lot of such scenes in Dayao these days. He was somewhat used to it and did not mind.
When the others saw the official robe that he was wearing, they all turned around and acted as if nothing had happened. They ate the meat in big mouthfuls, chatted loudly, and were extraordinarily lively.
Ren Baqian found a table in the corner and sat down. The lights in front of him dimmed and a burly man appeared in front of him. "Sir, what do you want to eat?"
Ren Baqian tilted his head and looked at the other party. The tone and expression of the other party did not seem to be asking him what he wanted to eat, but more like asking him how he wanted to die.
Ren Baqian sighed.
With regards to these people, he felt helpless. Would it kill him to smile?
"What's your specialty?"
"Sir, we are good at everything here. As long as one has eaten it, no one would say that it's not delicious, "the burly man immediately replied.
Ren Baqian sighed again. In his ears, the meaning of the burly man's words was: No one would dare to say that it's not delicious.
"Give me two of your specialty dishes and a pot of wine," Ren Baqian said.
"Alright!" The expression and tone of the burly man finally became more lively. He shouted to the back, "Two specialty dishes and a pot of wine."
While Ren Baqian waited for the dishes, he listened to the conversations around him. He did not need to listen to them. The loud voices of the Dayao people made it impossible for him to not listen to them.
They talked about how grains and noodles were expensive nowadays, which stronghold had a fight with another stronghold, which stronghold had injured a few people during hunting, and which family's wife had severely injured a man. They were no different from ordinary citizens in China.
At most, they were a little more boorish, bad-tempered, fierce-looking, stronger, more powerful, and would pick a fight with others whenever they had nothing to do. Ren Baqian felt that there was still quite a big difference between them, but in essence, they were pretty much the same.
Of course, there were also those who scolded the merchants of various countries, saying that salt and cloth were expensive, and that they didn't even pay much for furs.
Ren Baqian suddenly felt that the world had become a lot more lively after listening to these family gossip. Life was supposed to be like this. Full of family trifles, haggling over every ounce.
It was not like the palace that he entered and exited every day, which was quiet, cold, and solemn.
Not long after, the dishes were served. It was a plate of steamed mutton and a plate of sauce. It was unknown what was used to make the sauce, but it was a little spicy. However, it covered up a lot of the mutton's odor. It tasted pretty good.
The other plate was a stewed fish. It was very simple, with only salt and something similar to ginger. However, the fish was tender and tasty.
The wine was relatively inferior. It tasted bland and was very turbid.
Ren Baqian sat there and listened to the bustle around him. He unhurriedly ate half of the dishes and drank all the wine. He actually felt a little tipsy.
"Shopkeeper, bill please," Ren Baqian shouted.
"Sir, eighty copper coins." That burly man appeared in front of Ren Baqian again.
Ren Baqian took out a piece of silver and threw it on the table. "Keep the change."
"Thank you, Sir." The burly man grinned. His facial expression became even more ferocious, but Ren Baqian felt that he was more pleasing to the eye.
He got up and left the restaurant. Ren Baqian strolled toward the direction of the palace as if he was taking a stroll. Before he reached the palace, he heard a loud noise in front of him, followed by loud laughter.
"What happened again?" Ren Baqian was curious and quickened his pace.
When he was about to reach the plaza, he finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.
The surroundings were dark, but the plaza in front of the palace was brightly lit. He saw more than twenty soldiers standing in a circle with torches in their hands. In the middle were two men and a woman. Opposite the three of them was a burly man holding a long saber. He wore leather armor on his chest and left shoulder.
The laughter came from the burly man holding the long saber.
As for the two men and the woman opposite him, the two men were using long swords while the woman was using a pair of short sabers.
The three of them obviously couldn't care less about the surrounding soldiers. All their attention was focused on the burly man in front of them.
"Hand over Long Wanli's corpse. You have already killed him. Why won't you let us take his corpse away? We just want to bring his corpse back! "the woman shouted angrily.
"Come, come, come. Let me test your skills. If you can withstand ten moves from me, I will let you leave. If you can kill me, I will let you take my corpse away. I guarantee that no one will seek revenge on you. If you can't withstand ten moves from me, you will also be buried here. "The burly man held the saber and laughed wildly.
"Do you mean what you say? Who are you? "one of the men looked around at the surrounding soldiers and shouted.
"I'm the Left Guard Commander of the palace, Shan Wanshui. Remember this name well," the burly man shouted. "As for the three of you, report your names to me after you survive."
The three of them looked at each other. It was already difficult enough to deal with more than 20 soldiers around them, not to mention the Middle Guard Commander in front of them.
There was only one path in front of the three of them: kill this Middle Guard Commander or withstand ten moves from him. Otherwise, they would definitely die tonight.
Ren Baqian saw everything clearly from afar and sighed in his heart. Why did they have to come all the way here to deliver their heads? Wasn't it good to be alive? Why did they have to die?
"Let's see if you, the Middle Guard Commander, are really that powerful." One of the men shouted and pounced toward Shan Wanshui. There was a flash of light in the air like a flower blooming.
"Showy but impractical." Shan Wanshui laughed and didn't make any other moves. He held the end of his saber and swung it over. There was only a brilliant saber gleam in the air. Sword shadows and flowers were all cut down.
That man was shocked and quickly placed his sword in front of his chest.
"Clang."
The sword broke with a sound.
"Zi Tao!" The other man and woman shouted angrily and pounced toward Shan Wanshui.
There was a rain of blood in the air. That man was split into two halves. As the two halves of the corpse fell to the ground, blood and internal organs spilled all over.
Ren Baqian felt disgusted looking at it from afar. It was really too disgusting. However, the people who came this time were really too weak. With this standard, they still dared to snatch Long Wanli's corpse in front of Dayao's palace. This confirmed Ren Baqian's opinion that they really came all the way here to deliver their heads. Fortunately, there were three of them. If there were two more, Shan Wanshui could have killed five people tonight.
As for Shan Wanshui, he swept his saber horizontally at the two people who pounced on him. His movements were incomparably swift. The saber gleam reflected the flames like lightning and disappeared in a flash.
The two people knew that they couldn't withstand it and dodged.
"Third move!" Shan Wanshui shouted. He held his saber and chopped at the man who was closest to him, smashing a stone slab on the ground into pieces.
"Fourth move!" The hilt of the saber moved toward the woman who was thrusting her twin short sabers. The moment the twin sabers came in contact with the lady, she felt a jolt in her arms. There was a sharp pain in the area between her thumb and forefinger, and the twin sabers were bounced off.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
