Capítulo 998: Chapter 995: A Grand Performance
The three of them arrived outside the hot pot restaurant. Zhao ngke still gazed at the place where Qian Feishun had left and exclaid, “Clearly he’s so ugly and so old, why do I suddenly find him incredibly handso?”
Qin Hao waved his hand, “Because he has the aura of a Grandmaster.”
“I need his contact information.”
Zhao ngke blinked her eyes, full of mischief.
“Get lost!”
Qin Hao laughed as he leaned in and wrapped his arms around the waists of the two beauties, laughing heartily.
…
Qian Jinhua felt very sad.
Incredibly, incredibly sad.
Since childhood, she was naturally active, more mischievous and impulsive than boys.
This was the first ti in twenty-one years that her father had confined her.
Her room, less than twenty square ters, was her current activity range.
Having lost her will, she even felt too lazy to practice at midnight, feeling dull and disheveled. If an outsider were present, they would surely not recognize this dispirited woman as the once-renowned and shaless one.
Looking at herself in the mirror, tears welled up in Qian Jinhua’s eyes: “Why did I end up in such a state?”
A voice erged in her mind.
Qin Hao.
Thinking of this, the resentnt in Qian Jinhua’s heart vanished completely.
She truly couldn’t bring herself to hate Qin Hao.
In reflection, it seed that she had always been the one to cause trouble for him.
She had even harbored murderous intent several tis.
What about him?
Ti and again, he had shown rcy.
So logically and emotionally, she had no reason to hate him.
The door opened, and Qian Feishun walked in, looking weary but standing tall, his face no longer full of wrinkles, appearing ten years younger.
Qian Jinhua was astonished. In her impression, Master was old, like a retired teacher from a long ti ago.
But today, he seed energetic, as if he were thirty years younger?
“Master, what’s happened to you?”
Qian Jinhua stepped forward and asked.
“Qian Feishun took Jinhua’s hand and said earnestly, “Jinhua, it’s been hard on you these days.”
“I’m not suffering.”
Qian Jinhua wanted to be strong, but tears still fell.
“Rest assured, you’ll be able to go out tonight.”
Qian Feishun said with a solemn tone.
“What exactly happened?”
Qian Jinhua asked with so agitation.
“Master is hosting a banquet tonight, and you must attend.” Qian Feishun said firmly, “Even if he’s the Patriarch, he can’t defy my will. At least not today.”
Qian Jinhua was at a loss for words, only looking at Qian Feishun with gratitude on her face.
Indeed, in the end, it was Master who loved her most.
“Master, what’s really going on? Can you tell ?”
Qian Jinhua felt that Qian Feishun was hiding sothing.
Qian Feishun seriously said, “I’m going to have a martial arts duel.”
“What!”
Qian Jinhua was exceedingly surprised.
If mory served her right, Master hadn’t participated in a duel for two years.
Because his prestige was too great, the younger generation simply didn’t have the confidence.
And the older generation were all dispirited, not having the ambition to challenge him, their peer.
Who would be so bold as to challenge Master?
“Master, who is it? To be so audacious!”
Qian Jinhua spoke with so indignation.
Qian Feishun smiled bitterly, “It’s not soone challenging , but
challenging soone else.”
Qian Jinhua was stunned; Master was doing sothing so strenuous and thankless.
Why?
Soon, she suddenly realized, exclaiming, “Could it be him?”
Qian Feishun understood the “him” his disciple spoke of.
Nodded, “Yes, it is him.”
Tonight, I can actually see him?
Qian Jinhua was extrely happy, but the feeling only lasted three seconds.
Thinking about how Master and he would eventually have a duel, with one inevitably losing their edge, her heart ached.
“No, I should feel for Master, but why do I also feel for him?”
Qian Jinhua turned a bit pale, unable to understand why she felt this way.
“Silly child.”
Qian Feishun patted Jinhua’s head, “Don’t think too much, just follow your heart.”
Qian Jinhua nodded sowhat comprehendingly, her clenched fists still not relaxing.
…
Night fell.
The Qian Family Mansion was bustling today.
Not for any other reason.
But because a renowned figure in Beijing’s Martial Arts Circle was going into retirent.
The legend of Qian Feishun goes back forty-five years.
At that ti, he was just a reckless young heir, hanging out all day.
Later, for so unknown reason, he suddenly devoted himself to practicing martial arts, narrowly defeating the current Patriarch of the Qian Family, marking his personal rise.
Ever since, Qian Feishun fought with increasing ferocity, defeating all his contemporaries in Beijing.
Later, he even challenged the older generation.
Legend has it that even when facing the senior figures with great Martial Arts prowess from the prior generation, he never suffered a defeat.
Among the many who practice martial arts, those who can remain undefeated are a rare breed.
No matter how you look at it, Qian Feishun is a terrifying figure worthy of respect.
The young people seed eager to commorate the legend, squeezing desperately into the Qian Family Mansion.
Unfortunately, the mansion was only so big, but the visitors ford a veritable sea of people.
The Qian Family, having no choice, kept most of the lower-ranked attendees outside the mansion.
As such, there were banquets on the lawn, the pebble paths, and even among faux hills and bamboo groves.
Tonight, every place within the Qian Family’s domain had a table set up for the feast.
And not a single table was unoccupied.
This shows the Qian Family’s prestige in Beijing, as well as Qian Feishun’s importance to the Martial Arts Circle.
Compared to the outside, the inside of the mansion was far more tranquil, truly peaceful.
Those seated inside were all veterans of the Martial Arts Circle, who tended to maintain decorum and not speak loudly, so the atmosphere was gentle.
Amidst the tranquility, the host of the banquet finally made his appearance.
Qian Feishun descended from the second floor, with Qian Jinhua beside him, her face serene as she gently held his arm.
If soone who didn’t know better were present, they might think the two were father and daughter.
Qian Jinhua’s real father was seated at the most important table today.
The people at the table were almost all major figures from the Beijing families.
They represented various families and other martial arts veterans.
He watched coldly as his brother and daughter ca down, his eyes gleaming, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
“I’m very happy and consider it a great honor that everyone could co to my retirent feast tonight.” Qian Feishun began to loudly deliver his speech at the top of the second floor.
Without using a microphone, his voice was full of vitality and exceptionally resonant, capable of vibrating people’s eardrums: “I won’t talk much about old-fashioned things. I wish everyone enjoys the food, drink, and entertainnt. Also, tonight there’s a big drama waiting for everyone.”
A big drama?
The word erged, and everyone was puzzled and curious.
If Elder Qian says there’s a big drama, it must be sothing extraordinary! Worth paying attention to!
Qian Feishun sat down at the main seat of the table where the Patriarch was.
The always assertive Qian Haiyu said nothing, watching the scene silently.
Qian Jinhua sat closely beside Master, not even sparing a glance at her father.
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