Xuanxia

Chapter 126 Tear to pieces
This "noble young man" is naturally Fu Qingzhou.

After shouting, he jumped lightly from the second floor and rushed towards the crowd like a gust of wind.

There was a slight commotion in the crowd, and they made way for a path. Fu Qingzhou floated down and stood not far in front of Ding Shuanghe. He took out a paper umbrella from somewhere and slowly opened it above his head.

Seeing him, Ding Shuanghe looked like he didn't know him at all, his eyes lit up: "Sir, what you said is true! Are you willing to take over my property?!"

Fu Qingzhou held an umbrella in one hand and fanned himself with the other, and said with a smile, "You haven't told me yet, how much is it worth?"

Ding Shuanghe looked down at the baby in his arms and said slowly, "Three hundred thousand taels... of gold."

As soon as these words were spoken, the passers-by on the street all widened their eyes, and for a moment, the sound of gasps of shock was heard continuously.

This is almost one million taels of silver!
Is it possible that Kuaijianmen’s industry is so valuable?
Among the crowd, only Fu Qingzhou remained calm.

He smiled and said, "Three hundred thousand taels of gold? Tell me first, what are your assets?"

Ding Shuanghe nodded slightly and said in a hoarse voice: "The courtyard behind me covers an area of ​​30 acres. The walls are made of Jinling basalt stone, and the garden was designed by three famous masters in Shu... There are also a dock, ten food shops, eight cloth shops, and two pawnshops..."

He listed all of his properties one by one, and passers-by all clenched their fists.

All these industries were exploited bit by bit by Ding Shuanghe from them in recent years!
Many of these passers-by were even the original owners of those shops, but they were defeated in business competition and their shops were forcibly acquired. Some of them gritted their teeth and stayed in the shops to work, while others had to find other ways out.

"Yeah, not bad, there's still something."

Fu Qingzhou nodded with satisfaction: "I want it."

"Really?!" Ding Shuanghe was overjoyed and was about to kowtow.

But the next second, a closed folding fan was handed to him and gently placed on his shoulders, stopping him from kowtowing.

"No hurries?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "I am not here to do charity. I will accept whatever price you offer. Can you let me bargain?"

Ding Shuanghe slowly raised his head, his eyes a little nervous: "How much do you want to pay?"

I have to say that this guy is indeed a genius in business. He acted so naturally without a single flaw. His expression was as if he was seeing the "young master" in front of him for the first time.

Fu Qingzhou sighed inwardly, but sneered on his face: "It's just a few tens of thousands of taels of gold. It would be too cheap for me to argue with you over such a small thing - I have other requests."

As he spoke, he flapped his fan and smiled, "I see this street is quite long. Since you want to save your son, just hold him in your arms, kneel down and walk forward, kowtow every step you take, from here all the way to the end of the street."

After saying that, he slightly moved aside, revealing the long street behind him.

At first glance, the street stretches all the way to the horizon, more than two miles long. The bluestone road is bumpy and the rain is gently tapping on it. Both sides of the street are filled with passers-by watching the excitement.

The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar, and even Ding Shuanghe widened his eyes with a look of disbelief.

Fu Qingzhou didn't tell him this detail.

In the details of their communication last night, they only mentioned that he needed to humiliate himself, but did not say that he had to do this!

"You!" A disciple of the Fast Sword Sect beside Ding Shuanghe was furious: "You are going too far!"

Fu Qingzhou laughed: "Oh? You don't want to? That's fine."

Having said that, he turned and left.

"Slow down!"

Ding Shuanghe let out a muffled shout.

He tightened his arms around his son. The baby's heart-wrenching cry hurt his eardrums, but no matter how painful it was, it was not as painful as the pain of seeing the elderly send off the young in his dreams day and night for the past month.

"I kowtow." He whispered.

As he said that, he knocked down heavily!
There was a ping sound, and everyone's heart trembled.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Fu Qingzhou laughed and said, "Not bad, not bad, but I see that you are also the leader of a sect, and your martial arts cultivation must be quite high. It seems a bit too easy for you to be beaten like this." Ding Shuanghe looked up at him in surprise.

"How about this." Fu Qingzhou said with a half-smile: "Knock harder, and make sure that every time you kowtow... there will be some blood on the ground."

Once these words were spoken, even the people in Meifeng City who hated Ding Shuanghe could no longer stand it.

"Hey! You're taking it a bit too far!"

Someone shouted: "You are deliberately humiliating people!"

"Yeah, although the guy named Ding is a good-for-nothing, you, this piece of crap young master, are worse than him!" someone echoed.

For a moment, bursts of curses rang out from the crowd, all directed at Fu Qingzhou.

But he didn't care at all, he raised his eyebrows and said loudly: "Why, I heard you scold him just now and you enjoyed it very much, but now you can't bear to see him being humiliated?"

This sound was made using internal energy, and it spread far away, drowning out all the noise.

"Besides..." Fu Qingzhou sneered, "I am the one who has to pay, and he is the one who has to save his son. We are willing to fight and be beaten, so what the hell does it have to do with you?"

The crowd suddenly fell silent, but their eyes were still filled with disgust as they looked at him.

On the other side, Ding Shuanghe spoke in a hoarse voice: "Okay, I'll kowtow - I just hope you will keep your word."

"You kowtow first." Fu Qingzhou said with a smile.

Ding Shuanghe said nothing more and kowtowed heavily once again.

This time he knocked his head harder than before. With his martial arts level seven cultivation, he banged his head against the ground, which not only made a dull sound, but also caused a slight tremor in the soles of everyone's feet.

When he raised his head, the skin on his forehead was broken and there was a trace of blood on the ground.

Ding Shuanghe gritted his teeth, moved his knees forward a step, and knocked down again.

Muffled knocking sounds rang out rhythmically, and the discussion in the crowd gradually died down.

Fu Qingzhou leaped up as light as a bird and flew back to the table on the second floor of the restaurant. He grabbed the wine glass and smiled as he watched Ding Shuanghe knock on the wine glass as he walked among the crowd.

"You're really cruel, aren't you?" The Smoker said with a tut, "But in this way, will the people pay for him?"

"No hurries?"

Fu Qingzhou took a sip of the wine and said, "There is still the second half of my plan."

The Smoker asked curiously, "I really don't understand where all these messed up conspiracies and tricks come from in your mind?"

"Haha, this strategy is not original to me."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "This is a plan made by a young knight named Jinquan. I just made some minor improvements based on local conditions."

"What young hero? Why haven't I heard of him?"

The smoker muttered, "Don't try to deceive me with such nonsense."

Fu Qingzhou was too lazy to explain any more, he just watched quietly as Ding Shuanghe knocked his feet with each step, leaving one blood mark after another on the long street.

Even if one has reached the seventh level of martial cultivation, such self-mutilation can cause great harm.

Soon, the streets were not only covered with blood marks from his kowtow, but also with a blood trail from his knees. The blood trail gradually darkened and turned into a long red silk.

The crowd surrounded him and moved slowly with him, the hatred in their eyes gradually turned into complexity and pity.

Ding Shuanghe's past identity, status, pride... were finally all torn to pieces.

PS: It seems that there will be no second round of trial promotion... Well, it doesn’t matter. I am already very satisfied to be able to sign the contract and have a round of recommendations. After all, such an old-fashioned style is really rare in Qidian nowadays, hahahaha.

There is no recommendation. The next thing is to put it on the shelves, but I plan to finish writing the second volume before putting it on the shelves, because after becoming a VIP on Qidian, the book will be automatically divided into volumes. I personally think that it affects the reading experience. So, after I finish writing the second volume, I will become a VIP user and then write the third volume. That’s it.

(End of this chapter)