Zhu Tian: A journey of spiritual practice starting from Joy of Life

Chapter 10 Am I prone to disputes?
"Could this silver be put in by Shadow?"

Leng Feibai looked at the five hundred taels of silver, and his whole face turned a horrible green as if he had drunk two kilograms of old vinegar.

The ninth rank cultivator actually had such skills. If Shadow had intended to kill me last night, my head would probably be off my neck.

"Too lazy, too lazy!"

Leng Feibai whispered, "After condensing the Chaos Qi Sea, I started to slack off in my Qi cultivation. It seems I need to spend more time practicing martial arts in the future."

"Sir, Sir!"

The waiter came in with a large pot of water, opened the door, and said, "I'm here to bring you some water for washing your face. By the way, would you like to have breakfast upstairs or downstairs?"

"Bring it here!"

Leng Feibai stretched and said, "I'll eat inside!"

The waiter nodded, put down the kettle and left the room.

After cleaning, Leng Feibai ate the breakfast brought by the waiter.

"Little second brother!"

Leng Feibai continued to ask, "Is there any place suitable for sightseeing in Suzhou City?"

The waiter thought carefully and said, "There are many beautiful landscapes outside the city, but the best ones are all occupied by wealthy families. For outsiders, only the streets selling snacks and gifts and the temples on the outskirts of Suzhou are worth visiting. Of course, there are also the pleasure boats on the Huaiyang River..."

When Leng Feibai heard the word "painted boat", he couldn't help but feel a little moved, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

He didn't know that the people from the Inspection Bureau were not keeping an eye on him.

If he went to the pleasure boat right away, the people from the Inspection Institute would run to the Fan Mansion to report him.

After returning to Danzhou, Old Lady Fan could swing her cane and beat herself severely.

After eating and drinking, Leng Feibai put his luggage and silver into the twelfth-story building and turned to leave the inn.

On the street, Leng Feibai admired the scenery and prepared to taste the famous snacks in Suzhou city according to the waiter's instructions.

At this time, on the street, several men gathered together and chatted.

"Have you heard? The government office posted a notice this morning saying that the bastard flower thief was dealt with by a passing knight-errant."

"The government office has displayed the flower thief's head to the public, and you still heard about it!"

"God has eyes, I wonder which chivalrous knight took action. The people of Suzhou City will finally no longer have to live in fear."

Leng Feibai listened to their discussions, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he continued to stroll on the street.

After strolling on the streets of Suzhou City until noon, Leng Feibai admired the scenery for a while, then came to the second floor of a teahouse and found a seat by the window.

When the waiter at the teahouse saw Leng Feibai, he immediately came forward, handed him the menu, and asked, "Sir, what would you like to order?"

"Bring me a pot of floral tea, and some pan-fried buns, butterfly dumplings, four-happiness steamed dumplings, and eight-treasure chicken meat!"

After Leng Feibai ordered the food, he closed his eyes and rested.

In addition to Leng Feibai, there were about ten other people on the second floor.

Most of them were wealthy families in Suzhou City, and there were also two men and one woman, who were wanderers sitting right in front of Leng Feibai.

In terms of strength, he is not as good as Hunjianglong, but he is a little stronger than the flower thief who was dealt with last night.

"It's still peaceful at the moment, I hope nothing will happen!"

Leng Feibai said secretly in his heart that he didn't want to become the Daqing version of Conan, where trouble follows him wherever he goes.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A dull coughing sound came from the stairs. Leng Feibai's face changed slightly and he turned to look at the stairs.

Not long after, a pale man in a cloak walked up the stairs accompanied by a maid.

"Master Chen!"

When the merchants on the second floor saw the sick man, they stood up and saluted.

The man returned the greeting and brought his maid to a corner behind Leng Feibai. The maid ordered, "Hey, snow pear soup, crystal jelly, and lotus root powder cake!"

"cough cough"

The man lowered his head and coughed a few times, his face turning a little red.

"Like Lin Wan'er, is he also suffering from tuberculosis?"

Although Leng Feibai was disgusted by the coughing sound, he didn't say much. He just wanted to finish his tea and leave quickly.

When the maid saw the man's appearance, she lowered her head and said, "Sir, why don't you go back first? I'm afraid your body can't bear it."

The man waved his hand and said, "Wait a moment, the snow pear soup in this teahouse is unique. Every time I drink it, I feel comfortable for a while."

After saying that, the man lowered his head and coughed a few times. The man's coughing not only affected Leng Feibai, but also disturbed the people around him.

The merchants didn't care much and looked at Master Chen with some pity in their eyes.

On the contrary, the few martial artists in front of Leng Feibai were drinking and eating snacks at first, with happy expressions on their faces.

But after the man started coughing, their faces turned ugly.

"His grandma's!"

One of the burly men, a man with a face full of flesh, threw down the wine cup in front of him and said, "If you're sick, go see a doctor. Don't bother Grandpa here. If you're dying, go prepare a coffin."

The burly man's voice attracted the attention of others, but no one stepped forward, including Leng Feibai.

"Feel sorry!"

The man was about to apologize when he started coughing again. The maid quickly spoke on his behalf, "I'm so sorry, my son is feeling unwell. He needs to take the pear soup here regularly to relieve his symptoms. Please do me a favor and let me pay for your drinks."

Next to the burly man was a woman in purple clothes who sneered and said, "You're not in good health yet you're running around everywhere. Aren't you afraid of death? You're ruining the feng shui of other people's shops."

As soon as these words came out, Leng Feibai's face couldn't help but darken, and a hint of anger flashed across his face.

"Damn it! I just want to be quiet for a while, but why do I always run into trouble wherever I go?"

The maid's expression turned grim as she questioned, "Your Excellency, you're being too much. This is a teahouse. What's wrong with us coming here to eat?"

"court death!"

As soon as the purple-clothed woman finished speaking, a waiter carrying a teapot and snacks happened to pass by.

The woman waved her hand and the teapot on the tray flew out towards the maid.

"It's too much!"

Leng Feibai stood up, stopped the teapot, and placed it on the table. He said with a sullen face, "If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you smashing my tea?"

The purple-clothed woman immediately turned her anger on Leng Feibai, cursing, "Why are you sticking your claws out, you white-haired dog? Believe it or not, I'll deal with you too."

As soon as these words fell, Leng Feibai's face suddenly darkened, and the Kanglong Mace in his sleeve immediately flew out. He said in a cold voice, "Apologize, otherwise, don't blame me for crippling you!"

Leng Feibai's voice was like the black ice from the sky. The guy who had just put down the snacks was so scared that he immediately stepped aside.

The woman and the two people who were traveling with her were also surprised, thinking that Leng Feibai was some kind of master, but when they saw his face that looked so tender that it looked like water could be pinched out of it, they immediately looked down on him.

"I'll destroy your face first before I destroy me!"

After the woman finished speaking, she drew a long-edged soft sword from her waist and stabbed Leng Feibai.

"Mountain-Splitting and Monument-Breaking Palm"

Leng Feibai dodged the woman's sword by moving sideways and slapped her with his backhand.

The woman flew out on the spot, hit the wall behind her, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"you!"

The woman felt the changes in her body and said in pain, "You are so vicious! Three of my ribs are broken!"

(End of this chapter)