Chapter 948: Chapter 129: This Road Is Closed, Because I Said So
Wang Anfeng spent more than half an hour before stopping, standing by the main road, looking at the peaceful and tranquil village in the distance. He adjusted the Shaolin hat on his head; the hat was black, with black silk draping down from all sides.
This wasn’t a bamboo hat that farrs used to shield from rain, but one that Jianghu wanderers used to conceal their faces during travels. According to the third master, when the grandmaster road Jianghu back then, they often used it to disguise their identities.
As for why?
“Imagine when a confrontation arises; the sun is blazing, not a cloud in the sky, your heart filled with murderous intent, feeling victory within reach, you draw your blades, and the opponent suddenly lifts their hat, exposing a row of expressionless, gleaming bald heads.”
“At the sa ti, you’ll find those bald n’s arms are thicker than your thighs.”
“Such intimidation is terrifying.”
When the third master handed this item to him, he casually explained the origin of this Shaolin Temple exclusive hat. Wang Anfeng frantically signaled him, but the latter still noticed the grandmaster opening his eyes on the bluestone behind, exchanging a glance with the second master and the ancient Daoist, who mutually retreated three feet away, as if fearing to be splattered with blood.
His last impression was of the grandmaster stretching out his right hand, pressing it on the third master’s shoulder, just as the third master said – the sunlight was just right, the breeze was mild, not a cloud in sight, pale golden sunlight behind the grandmaster.
The tall and broad figure cast a shadow, enveloping the third master within.
“Amitabha…”
Wang Anfeng raised his hand to rub his brow, couldn’t help but smile, his state of mind becoming much calr because of it, turning his head towards the direction of the path.
He applied the Miracle dicine used for tracking from dicine King Valley to his eyes, now able to see faint red trails forming a line, extending all the way into the distant village and towns, which indicated that the opponent, Qiong Qi, is currently in this village.
The two sides weren’t far apart, Wang Anfeng, who hurried all the way earlier, now just looked steadily at the location of the village, not rushing in imdiately, adjusting his attire, and walking towards another direction.
This place was once a major thoroughfare between two countries, with the main road splitting into three branches, further south reaching another Xiong City in Jian Nan Dao. The two branches connected all surrounding villages and towns, akin to blood vessels within a human body.
Among dozens of villages and towns in the area, intending to go to other major cities, one must rge into the main road here, so despite the place being a bit desolate, it lacks nothing like inns and tea houses.
If it weren’t for the regulation in Great Qin law stating that no settlents are allowed within fifty miles of a first-class main road, this place would surely develop into a town making a living from this road, and quite bustling.
Wang Anfeng walked into a modest tea house, then asked the owner for a pot of tea and a dish of fried dough, relaxing his mind while the faint red trails in the air shifted slightly to the left from his view; he remained calm, unmoving as a mountain, seemingly waiting for sothing.
The owner served the al, while Wang Anfeng, without letting his emotions show, observed the tea house.
The tea house was filled with travelers, mostly dusty and weary, lacking any sense of elegance. Wang Anfeng shared the table with a man dressed for leisure, with a carrying pole holding cargo placed aside, one hand grabbing the fried dough, the other picking up strips of pickled vegetables, wolfing them down, occasionally guzzling mouthfuls of cold tea, eating with utmost vigor.
And not far from this tea house, there were two inns, one being an official inn, not serving ordinary people, the other similar to the inns in major cities, spacious on the ground floor, with each upper floor becoming gradually luxurious, only accessible to those with substantial wealth.
During a tea-drinking gesture, Wang Anfeng naturally glanced up, seeing a twenty-sothing youth leaning against the third-floor window. He was dressed in red, with bold and heroic features, eyebrows like sharp blades, with an expression that couldn’t decide whether it was more arrogant or impatient.
The youth was indifferently looking down at the pedestrians and travelers below, inadvertently noticing Wang Anfeng, snorted coldly, eyes sparkling with intent to teach him a lesson, yet found Wang Anfeng had already lowered his eyes, as if it was genuinely an unintended glance.
The forr, initially sowhat restless, beca more displeased instantly, his right hand slapped on the railing, the decorated wooden rail cracking loudly, nearly breaking from his direct blow.
There was another woman in the room, hearing this grating noise, frowned elegantly, slightly displeased, and said:
“What happened?”
The youth’s displeasure faded from his face, casually replied:
“Below, a muddy-legged man dared to look up at , wanted to teach him a lesson. Yet, he lowered his head, refused to obediently cough up blood, hence the displeasure. If it disturbed you, I apologize, please bear with .”
The woman sat closer to the inside, dressed in a water-blue broad-sleeved long dress, without embellishnt, showing six or seven points of color. Hearing this, she pondered briefly and said:
“I know you are agitated, but don’t stir up unnecessary trouble. Though venting may relieve stress, if it alerts Ouyang Guiyuan and that Sword Servant, then what? He’s always been deeply cautious, that must be guarded against.”
The youth in red chuckled, saying:
“You seem quite familiar with him.”
The woman lowered her gaze, speaking calmly:
“After all, he was highly regarded in the valley, accustod to following his lead, naturally familiar, know your enemy and yourself, and you can go unscathed in every battle, as Sun Tzu said.”
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