Chapter 50: The Appearance of Laoshi Heshang

Lu Xiaofeng turned past the screen and saw Yu Liancheng dressed in a black silk robe, his spirit and appearance even more dashing than before.

At the table where he sat, he was currently playing Go with Shangguan Feiyan.

Shangguan Feiyan held the black pieces, and Yu Liancheng held the white; the white pieces were almost completely blocked off, with no possibility of a comeback to be found.

Beside them sat two other beauties, who were none other than Xue Bing and Ouyang Qing.

Lu Xiaofeng understood in his heart that Ouyang Qing and Xue Bing were both members of the Red Shoes organization.

"Luxiong, I wonder what brings you to grace me with your presence?" Yu Liancheng smiled.

"I came to find Xue Bing. Kid Yu, no matter what, you saved Xue Bing, and for this point, I am very grateful to you; when I have time, I will certainly treat you to a drink." Lu Xiaofeng first cupped his hands toward Yu Liancheng, then looked at Xue Bing: "I plan to make a trip to Purple Gold Mountain; are you coming with me, or shall I send you back to the Xue Family first?"

Lu Xiaofeng had entered the room very quickly.

But he walked out of the room even faster.

Because he had only spoken a sentence or two before he was already blocked by a barrage of words from Xue Bing, leaving him unable to say anything at all.

"I have all my limbs, why would I need you to send me, and what are you to me?"

"Although our relationship was not bad in the past, you must know that people's hearts always change."

"Men will pick pretty women, and women will also pick men. Although your martial arts are passable and you look quite interesting, your age is inevitably a bit too old. Furthermore, you don't have a shred of family property, and sometimes you're so poor you have to beg for food."

"But Young Master Yu not only has higher martial arts than you, his appearance is more handsome than yours, his age is about the same as mine, and he has the vast power of the Green Clothes Tower. He has money when he wants money, and power when he wants power. If I chose you, I would simply be a blind person."

"Alright, you can go now."

Once a woman gets angry, she becomes unreasonable, especially a pretty woman.

Xue Bing was just such a pretty woman.

What's more, this time it was indeed Lu Xiaofeng who was in the wrong.

Lu Xiaofeng could only leave.

He left carrying a body full of sourness and unease.

With every step he took, his heart seemed to twist in pain along with it, almost to the point of making him faint.

The words from just now were the same ones Xue Bing had already said to him when he entered Shenzhen Villa, almost without a single word of difference.

At that time, although Xue Bing was also very cold and also angry at him.

Yet at that time, although they stood very far apart, they felt very close, as if he could grab her hand at any moment.

But this time, although the two were in the same room, separated by less than a zhang, Lu Xiaofeng felt as if he were separated from Xue Bing by a chasm.

Once he left the courtyard, Hua Manlou was already waiting for him outside the gate.

"Why did you come?" Lu Xiaofeng said with a blank expression.

"Originally, I wanted to go to Purple Gold Mountain with you; I know you would certainly not miss this martial arts grand event." Hua Manlou's face still carried a warm smile: "But I know you are very heartbroken right now, and also very angry, so you must really want to drink."

"Why am I heartbroken? I am very happy." Lu Xiaofeng almost jumped up.

"So I spoke wrongly." Hua Manlou smiled slightly: "I understand, you have many female confidantes; throwing away the burden of Miss Xue gives you time to find more women. So you are not heartbroken at all, and are instead very happy."

"You guy..." The corners of Lu Xiaofeng's mouth twitched: "At least I am not angry; this matter was indeed my fault, and I nearly harmed Xue Bing, so I have no reason to be angry."

"But you are indeed very angry; you are angry because Xue Bing's words are all true, and you are indeed inferior to Yu Liancheng. Whether it is age, martial arts, or other aspects."

"Hua Manlou, you are sometimes truly annoying." Lu Xiaofeng rubbed his bald head and couldn't help but say: "You are very gentle with everyone else, why do you always have to pick on me?"

Hua Manlou's expression turned solemn: "Because we are true friends; a friend is in themselves a mirror, allowing you to see yourself more clearly."

Lu Xiaofeng gave a bitter smile: "You always speak with such logic; it is truly extremely reasonable."

Hua Manlou said: "Everything I say is the truth; the truth is naturally reasonable."

He was already considered one of Lu Xiaofeng's best friends, but he also knew that Lu Xiaofeng was usually held in such high regard that he had become too complacent, and one day something would go wrong.

Just like this matter with Xue Bing.

If these words of his could make Lu Xiaofeng a bit more sober, then even if he were angry at him, it would be worth it.

But Lu Xiaofeng only wanted to get drunk now, to get dead drunk.

Doesn't every man who has failed in love like to use alcohol to numb himself?

When one is truly drunk, one is neither painful nor happy, because the mind is already a blank slate.

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In the room.

Ouyang Qing covered her mouth and chuckled: "A hero saving a beauty is indeed the best way to capture a heart; I was right before, right? Ninth Sister has already had a change of heart and has taken a liking to Young Master Yu."

Xue Bing bit her lip and said: "I was just trying to anger that kid; you were locked in a room with Yu Liancheng all night yesterday, don't think we don't know."

Ouyang Qing said charmingly: "I was just discussing poetry and playing a few games of chess with him."

Beside them, Shangguan Feiyan used Ouyang Qing's tone and said coquettishly: "Good brother, you are so gentle... mmph." Before she could finish, her mouth was already covered by the blushing Ouyang Qing.

Yu Liancheng sat to one side, smiling happily, not arguing at all.

For no other reason than that he liked watching pretty women fight.

Unfortunately, before it could reach the stage of tearing each other's clothes, a voice full of internal energy sounded from outside: "Amitabha, Benefactor Yu, this monk has come to find you; the matter you entrusted to this monk has been handled."

"Bad luck, this monk doesn't come early or late, but chooses to come at this very moment." Yu Liancheng had already stood up, greeted the three women, and walked toward the door.

Laoshi Heshang was still wearing tattered monk robes and dragging tattered slippers, looking as auspicious as ever: "Benefactor Yu, congratulations on accomplishing another big thing recently; the old man thinks you are truly a talent, so he wants to meet you."

Yu Liancheng raised an eyebrow: "Oh, at what time?"

Laoshi Heshang shook his head: "Anyone who wants to see the old man must undergo a test. Although he thinks highly of you, this rule cannot be discarded."

Yu Liancheng said: "So what is my test?"

"Follow me." Laoshi Heshang's figure flashed like an arrow released from a bow. Yu Liancheng tapped his toes, and his body followed lightly.

Both of their light-body techniques had reached an extremely brilliant level, and before long, they arrived outside a very tall building. With high ridges and flying eaves, it looked like a temple hall, and also like a very imposing government office.

This place was truly very remote; there shouldn't be a government office here. Laoshi Heshang suddenly performed a 'flying swallow diving into the woods' maneuver, his figure suddenly accelerating as he darted into this temple.

Yu Liancheng did not think much more and chased inside as well.

The courtyard was cold and desolate, with not a single person there.

Just as Yu Liancheng was about to walk into the main hall, a middle-aged man wearing First Grade Tang dynasty attire, a white jade belt wrapped around his waist, and a purple-gold crown on his head, walked over unsteadily while holding a cup of wine in his hand.

Behind him followed eight strongmen holding wine jars.

"Kid, stop."

The middle-aged man's body swayed as if he were about to fall, yet he had already blocked Yu Liancheng's path.