Chapter 31: The Young Man from Fangu (Part Three)
Fang Jie was surprised, and he took another look at this crippled old man. The latter laughed, “Your vision, calculation, and intelligence are all exceptional… Too bad. If you can cultivate, I don’t mind accepting another final disciple.”
“So, you are here to mock me since I can’t cultivate?” Fang Jie suddenly sat up and cursed, “F*ck off!”
Fang Jie was feeling great as he cursed, but Da Quan and Mu Xiaoyao were terrified.
Mu Xiaoyao held onto her red silk ribbon, and Da Quan put on his gloves; they were afraid that the crippled old man might tear up Fang Jie to vent his anger.
“Hahaha!” The crippled old man was still not mad, and he laughed and jumped off this carriage.
In a flash, he appeared on his carriage with his legs crossed. While drinking, he hummed an unknown song, “The great wind of northwest blows dust into the sky, and smoke is all over the ground after killing enemies at the border. After the departing song ends, the bones of heroes corrode, and the blood of heroes dries…”
It was hard to hear the rest, and others didn’t know if he created this song. It wasn’t a good song, but it had a unique feel when he sang it with his hoarse voice, making others feel sad.
“Damn, you really dare to curse at him…”
Da Quan got close and wiped the sweat off his forehead. “Do you know that he can easily put a hole into your skull with his pinky finger?”
Fang Jie laughed and whispered, “Don’t compare him to Lu Xiaofeng; the latter is dirtier. The more you curse at him, the happier he gets. If I curse at this crippled old man every day, perhaps he will beg me to become his disciple in a few days!”
“Who is Lu Xiaofeng?”
[TL Note: Lu Xiaofeng is the fictional protagonist of the wuxia novel Lu Xiaofeng Series by Gu Long.]
The carriage slowly swayed in the wind. The crippled old man seemed to be asleep, and the two women in the compartment were playing go-chess. They started when Li Luo came, and this game only ended after Li Luo left and the caravan fleet traveled for eight kilometers.[Support the real translators and read on Noodletown Translations for free.]
Although Aunt Xi was more experienced, she only won by a little bit.
It must be noted that ten years ago in Chang’an, Huai Qiugong, the Head of the Ministry of Rites who was also a go-chess master, could only go even with her.
“Did you see it?” Aunt Xi asked while packing up.
Xi Zhuxin who sat across from her only frowned.
The crippled old man who was outside the compartment laughed and said with a strange tone, “A strange figure.”
-Chang’an, the Capital of Great Sui-
The most majestic building in Chang’an was Tai Chi Palace, and the most important place in it was the Royal Study.
The middle-aged man who was wearing a black dragon-embroidered royal robe suddenly sat up, and his calm face turned excited. He quickly walked out from behind the royal table and asked the royal guard before him, “Say that again! Where was he?”
A six-ridged hat, a flying-fish robe, and flowing-cloud patterns at the cuffs; only two people could wear such clothes in Great Sui. One was Luo Weiran, the Royal Guard Captain, and the other was Hou Wenji, the Royal Guard Deputy and the Intelligence Department Head.
“We received letters brought back by letter pigeons from the northwest. That person appeared in Fangu, and he left after one day.”
“Who did he see? What did he do? What did he say?”
“He went to Beckon of the Red Sleeve first, and then he played drinking games with a scout in a meat shop. It seems like his relationship with that scout is unique. He lost the game, and that little scout hit his butt. He left Fangu that night, and we lost his traces.”
“Hahaha! Such an interesting scout! This scout dared to hit his butt?”
The Emperor of Great Sui was said to be the second most powerful person in the world, and he wanted to become the first. His eyes lit up, and he said, “Go fetch that scout and bring him to the Capital!”
“That scout seems to have earned 21 counts of military merit and is coming to Chang’an to participate in the entrance exam of the Martial Arts Academy. He isn’t a simple figure, and he is only 15 years old,” Intelligence Department Head Hou Wenji said in a low voice.
“How can the person who he is close with be a simple figure?” the Emperor laughed and rubbed his hands. “Earning 21 counts of military merit at 15 years of age! He is talented! Go send someone to receive him! Bring him into the Royal Palace! I want to see him. Who is this young man that he likes? Wenji, go to Green Phoenix Mountain… and invite Principal Zhou over. I have something to discuss with him!”
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