On Jueyuan's table, Zhang Junbao picked up the last plate containing the day's worth of food, licked it twice, and seemed somewhat unsatisfied. Apart from a few bare bowls and plates, there wasn't a single grain of food left on the table.
“Master Jueyuan, we will meet again someday.”
Li Boyang and Liu Bowen finished eating, said goodbye to Jueyuan, and left the kitchen.
Outside the Wanfo Hall in Huangjue City.
Ba Chier walked along with his head down, somewhat absent-minded, not even looking at the road ahead.
Opposite to Ba Chi'er, two women approached, carrying incense and candles. Their eyes were not on the road, but fixed on the plaque of the main hall, clearly looking for a place.
As expected, neither of them was looking at the road, and they were walking in a straight line, so they naturally crashed into each other.
The first thing Ba Chi'er did after being hit was to yell, "Are you blind? Don't you have eyes? You even dare to hit your own grandpa Ba Chi'er!"
"I'm sorry, we were just staring at the Buddha statue. I'm so sorry."
The two women were Shen Rong and Cui'er. They had been burning incense and praying along the way to the Buddha statue and were looking for the next temple they wanted to visit when they accidentally bumped into Ba Chi'er.
Ba Chier then realized that it was actually two women who had bumped into him, and grinned as he said:
"Oh, two women, lift your heads and let me see. If they're pretty, I won't bother with them."
Shen Rong and Cui'er could easily tell that there was a flirtatious undertone in his words, so they didn't dare to raise their heads.
Upon seeing this, Ba Chier said fiercely and dangerously, "What? Do you look down on your master, Ba Chier?"
The other party had already made a threat, but Cui'er was not happy about it and said urgently, "Why are you like this? We didn't do it on purpose."
Upon seeing Cui'er's true face, Ba Chi'er's eyes gleamed with lust, and he said, "You're the ones who hit me, aren't you? You hit someone and you still think you're right?"
Cui'er said angrily, "Then what do you want? We'll just compensate you."
When problems arise, money is used to pave the way; clearly, even the maids in the Shen household are deeply influenced by this.
"Cui'er".
In her haste, Shen Rong tugged at Cui'er's sleeve and raised her head.
"Compensate? Can you afford to compensate?"
Shen Rong's figure and appearance are definitely those of a beauty, and her quiet, scholarly temperament adds even more to her charm. When Ba Chi'er saw Shen Rong's appearance, he was amazed by her beauty.
"Tell me, how much do you want?"
Cui'er's face was full of disdain. Was there anything in this world that the Shen family couldn't afford to pay for? In the master's words, even if you wanted a mountain of gold, I would have a way to get it for you.
Ba Chier, stroking his chin, said lewdly:
"I'll give you two choices: either pay me a meal or pay me a thousand taels of silver. Hehe, you can think it over carefully."
In Ba Chier's mind, a thousand taels was an astronomical figure. Don't be fooled by the fact that he was a master of the Acquired Realm and had a group of people under his command. If he really had to come up with a thousand taels, it would take him two or three days to gather it.
Seeing Ba Chi'er's lewd appearance, Shen Rong knew what kind of trouble he was up to. She pulled out a banknote from a pile of silver notes in her bosom, handed it over, and said with a look of disgust, "Take it, and that's the end of it."
What does it mean to be rich and powerful? Perhaps this is enough. Shen Rong took out a stack of silver notes, at least twenty or thirty in total. Ba Chi'er never expected that the two women in front of him would be from the Shen family. He was dumbfounded when he saw the silver notes handed over by the women.
Seeing Ba Chi'er staring blankly at the banknotes, Cui'er said disdainfully, "These are all banknotes from Datong Bank, they are definitely not fake."
He naturally had no idea what Bachier was thinking at that moment; Bachier was caught in a dilemma.
Take the silver note; my real purpose wasn't to get the money.
If we don't accept the banknotes, we've already made the promise, and it would be a slap in the face to take them back.
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Chapter 81 Hero Saves the Beauty
The voice was filled with righteous indignation, righteous words, and a scholarly air; it was none other than Liu Bowen's.
Beside Liu Bowen, Li Boyang frowned upon seeing Ba Chier's actions.
In Li Boyang's mind, a martial artist should have a moral compass. He should be broad-minded, tolerant, and able to forgive others' unintentional mistakes, and not bully the weak. At the same time, he should not be humiliated, arrogant towards kings and nobles, or disrespectful to officials. The two seem contradictory, but in fact they complement each other.
This Ba Chi'er has utterly disgraced martial artists. The two women clearly made an unintentional mistake, yet he relentlessly pursued it, even harboring lewd thoughts and bullying the weak.
"You poor, pedantic scholar, trying to show off without even knowing your own limitations."
Ba Chier turned around and saw that it was Liu Bowen, the scholar. A sinister look flashed across his face. The two had clashed yesterday. If he hadn't been afraid of Jueyuan, he would have given the scholar a good beating yesterday.
As for the other poor scholar next to this poor scholar, he completely ignored him. In his eyes, scholars were all weak and powerless, and could be crushed with one hand.
"Although I am just a scholar, dealing with a barbarian like you is no problem at all."
Liu Bowen rolled up his sleeves, clearly preparing for battle.
Li Boyang shook his head, feeling a strong urge to lament that he had wasted the past six months of teaching. After all, he was still young and full of youthful idealism, daring to charge head-on without even knowing the details of his opponent.
"You poor, pedantic scholar, you're asking for death."
Ba Chier was clearly enraged. He took a step forward and closed in on Liu Bowen. He gripped the ground with one leg, twisted his waist, and delivered a whip kick that sent a series of explosions through the air, directly sweeping towards Liu Bowen's side of the head.
"My life is over."