#243 - I once killed Yama Luo with one sword!
Kui Long.
Neither Qin Zhengqiu nor Wei Xianzhi had ever heard of this mysterious organization that could casually dispatch five Rank Two experts.
Both the Suspended Mirror Division and the Heavenly Net Sect had secretly investigated it, but they had never found any clues.
Wei Changtian probably never imagined that he would see this name again in this way.
“...”
Taking a deep breath, he carefully examined the jade pendant again from all angles, then looked up at Old Zhangtou, who was currently fighting with Agou for the last chicken leg.
If it wasn't a coincidence, and this "Kui Long" was indeed that "Kui Long"... then two unavoidable questions arose.
First, what was the relationship between Old Zhangtou and Kui Long?
Was he a member of Kui Long? Or did he snatch the jade pendant from someone who was?
Second, what was the purpose of this jade pendant?
Proof of identity? Communication tool? Why didn't I find any jade pendants on Chang Shu'an, Wu Tianqing, and others after their deaths?
Adjusting his emotions, Wei Changtian pretended to be curious and asked:
"Old Zhangtou, this jade pendant is engraved with the words 'Kui Long'. What does that mean?"
"Huh? Is it?"
Old Zhangtou took back the jade pendant and glanced at it, then scratched his sparse hair and gave an answer.
"Don't know."
“...”
Wei Changtian was stunned, and unwilling to give up, he asked again: "Then where did you get this jade pendant from?"
"Where did it come from...?"
Old Zhangtou pondered for a while, then gave an embarrassed chuckle.
"Hehe, forgot."
Wei Changtian curled his lips: "Then you might as well forget that I became your disciple altogether!"
"Good disciple, what are you saying?"
Old Zhangtou hurriedly rubbed his hands and smiled ingratiatingly: "You've already called me Master, how can you go back on your word?"
"There's nothing wrong with it, I've always been untrustworthy..."
Wei Changtian rolled his eyes and was about to say something when Old Zhangtou suddenly "plop" fell sideways onto the kang, and the next second, deafening snores erupted from his mouth.
"Snore, snore..."
“...”
Good heavens!
You're faking sleep a little too obviously, aren't you!
Looking at Agou next to him, who was used to this and was still licking his fingers with relish, Wei Changtian couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and frustration.
"Agou, are you full?"
"Not yet."
"Then let's go, I'll take you to eat roast suckling pig."
"Uh-huh!"
"What?!"
Old Zhangtou instantly woke up from his "dream": "Roast suckling pig?!"
"Master, weren't you asleep?"
Wei Changtian dragged out his words with a face full of contempt: "How did you wake up so quickly?"
"Cough, a cultivator must naturally maintain vigilance even in their dreams."
Old Zhangtou coughed dryly, and nimbly pulled Agou to turn over and get out of bed.
The two of them quickly put on their tattered coats and shoes, and in the blink of an eye, they were standing at the door, turning their heads to look back in unison.
"Disciple, time is of the essence, let's set off now!"
"Yes, Big Brother, I..."
"Agou! This is your Senior Brother!"
"Oh, Senior Brother, let's go eat roast suckling pig!"
The old and the young echoed each other like they were performing a crosstalk, looking completely eager.
“...”
Wei Changtian stared blankly at the pair, who looked solemn as if they were going to the battlefield, speechless and with a big question popping up in his mind.
How did it feel like he had indeed been deceived????
A quarter of an hour later.
Although he didn't know if Old Zhangtou really had any skills or could bring him any benefits... Wei Changtian ultimately didn't dwell too much on these things and still took the grandfather and granddaughter to eat roast suckling pig.
After all, he didn't really dislike Old Zhangtou, and even found the little old man quite interesting.
Of course, Wei Changtian never intended to truly become his disciple from beginning to end.
Anyway, he would be leaving Jizhou in a few days, and by then, this short "master-disciple relationship" would probably come to an end.
Although he didn't approve of this master, Wei Changtian didn't show any resistance when Old Zhangtou called him "disciple" every other word during the meal, just smiling it off.
He just treated it as comforting a "empty-nest elderly" with senile dementia.
Thinking about it this way, Old Zhangtou did seem a bit pitiful.
A former Rank Two expert, reduced to a decrepit old man who would drool over a roast suckling pig, with all his relatives and friends gone, and only a little girl he picked up by the roadside by his side...
Tsk tsk, this is what they call the vicissitudes of life.
"He was once a king, then said never mind~"
"Handed over the military power, and let others earn~"
Wei Changtian couldn't help but hum a catchy remix from his previous life.
Old Zhangtou, who was gnawing on a pig's trotter, seemed to hear something, and raised his head in confusion:
"Disciple, what are you saying?"
"It's nothing."
Wei Changtian shook his head, then suddenly asked with interest: "By the way, Old Zhangtou, although you've even forgotten your own name, you can still remember some things, right."
"Are there any things that you still haven't forgotten?"
“...”
Just like when a top student is asked about their grades, a rich man is asked about their income, or a beautiful woman is asked about their appearance, Old Zhangtou's face suddenly revealed that kind of unparalleled pride and smugness again.
"This old master once, with one sword, slew Yama!"
"Pfft~ Cough cough..."
The liquor he had just drunk was instantly spat out, and after coughing a few times, Wei Changtian couldn't help but laugh loudly:
"Hahaha, Master, you're boasting a little too much!"
"Slew Yama? Did you personally go to the underworld?"
"This, this old master..."
Being ruthlessly ridiculed by his disciple, Old Zhangtou's face turned red and he wanted to defend himself, but he couldn't say a word after opening his mouth for a long time.
Agou next to him was still eating heartily, and the shouts of the waiter outside the private room were endless.
Old Zhangtou's head slowly lowered, not giving up on finding some evidence from his remaining memories to prove that he had indeed done such an earth-shattering feat.
It's a pity that everything in the past has become illusory, and only four sentences that seem to be engraved in his bones float to his mind.
The Taoist law is not much, the Southern Dipper pierces the Northern River.
With just one word, all the demons in the world are subdued.
At Hai Hour (9-11 PM).
After eating roast suckling pig, he sent someone to send Agou back to Luoguo Alley alone.
Wei Changtian kept his promise and took Old Zhangtou to the best and most expensive brothel in Jizhou City.
Brothels generally don't dare to accept guests of Old Zhangtou's age, for fear of accidents.
After all, it would be too unlucky if he died on a girl's belly from overexcitement.
However, money makes the world go round, and when Wei Changtian threw out a five-hundred tael silver note, the madam immediately pushed three young prostitutes into Old Zhangtou's room with a smile.
As for himself...
"Young master, won't you take off your veil?"
The woman leaning against the edge of the bed was as gentle as water, blinking her big watery eyes and murmuring: "This servant wants to see what you look like."
"Forget it."
Wei Changtian sat upright at the table not far away, drinking tea, his eyes very upright and gentlemanly.
It's not that he looks down on this girl, but he's mainly afraid that showing his face will attract unnecessary trouble.
And doing that kind of thing with a mask on always feels a little weird.
"Sing a song."
"Um... I don't know what young master wants to hear?"
"Anything."
"Yes."
The guest's request is a sacred decree, especially for guests who have spent a lot of money.
The girl immediately got up and knelt beside the zither, paused for a few breaths, and then the sound of the zither gently flowed from her fingertips, filling the room with amorous feelings.
"Spring River tide water connects to the sea level, the sea bright moon rises with the tide."
"The shimmering waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, where in the spring river is there no bright moon?"
“...”
Sure enough, it's Spring River Flower Moon Night again.
Wei Changtian didn't speak, and after listening for a while, he got up and came to the window, pushing open the wooden window to look out.
In the sky was a bright full moon, shining on the myriad lights on the ground.
Rooftops, alleys, and pedestrians were all sprinkled with silver light, casting a layer of blurry shadows on Jizhou City.
It was almost midnight now, and Jizhou City, which didn't have a curfew, should be the most lively big city in the entire Da Ning at this time.
So, why don't the people of Jizhou take the upcoming war seriously, and still live and work in peace and contentment, living an orderly life?
Do they think that even if the imperial court attacks, it won't affect them?
Or are they very confident in the Xu family, believing that Jizhou City will not fall?
Or are they not thinking that far at all, just living in the moment?
Wei Changtian didn't know the reason, but he was very clear about one thing—
Tonight will be the last peaceful night for this ancient city with a long history and countless wealthy merchants.
Behind him, the sound of the zither gradually subsided, and the song was about to end.
“...”
"The slanting moon sinks deep into the sea mist, endless roads to Jie Stone and Xiang River."
"I wonder how many people will return riding the moon, the falling moon sways with emotion, filling the trees along the river."
