Einfacher Congee-Roman

Kapitel 85

"My lord, the tea and snacks at Xiaoyao Tea House are quite good. You can eat as much as you want if you mention my name."

"Although a gentleman does not covet petty gains, coveting petty gains leads to a loss of integrity... Wife, let's pack it up and take it back to eat with Shouheng."

The owl was ignored. The couple began discussing what to eat that evening.

“Silver Scholar, let’s have a fight,” Night Owl spoke up again.

The arrogant couple finally stopped. Fan Qingbo couldn't help but turn around and advise, "Master Ye, you are a peerless hero riding on auspicious clouds. It would be vulgar of you to pick a fight with my husband, a bad habit among martial arts people in the Central Plains."

The scholar nodded repeatedly, “My wife is right. The Night Cult Leader speaks with elegance and refinement, clearly a man well-versed in literature. Fighting and killing would be a real eyesore. Besides, I have already crippled myself and am truly unable to accompany you. We have no past grudges or recent feuds, so it’s better to avoid trouble. If you really have the time to stir up trouble, why not find a beautiful day to enjoy the flowers and the moon, compose poems, and discuss scriptures and doctrines? I would welcome you without hesitation.”

"Who said we two have no grudges or enemies?" Night Owl smiled sarcastically, raising his hand as if to remove his disguise.

Fan Qingbo stared wide-eyed, holding his breath, waiting to see the true face of the male protagonist, labeled as alluring and arrogant. He watched as the man fumbled around on his face for a moment, wiping away the disguise to reveal a face—wearing a half-human skin mask. In an instant, all curiosity and anticipation choked in his throat, and a heartfelt "Damn it!" escaped his lips.

The scholar carefully examined the night owl and said decisively, "I am quite certain that we have never met before."

"Confirm my ass! You're a terminal case of selective amnesia, you should just give up!" Fan Qingbo silently rolled his eyes.

"Don't you remember? You ate my mimosa worm."

Fan Qingbo's half-rolled eyes froze instantly, then her eyelids twitched violently. Huh? Acacia worm? Acacia Gu? Is that what she understood? The thing that makes one's bestial instincts run wild and lose their virginity? This Night Owl, a man, used it on a scholar?! Holy crap! What the hell is going on?!

"Scholar, get out of my way! You surnamed Ye, I'll fight you!!!"

54. A frivolous woman challenges the King of Gu.

Just as he was stunned by the words of the Night Owl and the Acacia Insect, Fan Qingbo's declaration of a one-on-one duel immediately snapped him back to reality. The scholar reacted swiftly, grabbing her around the waist. "Wife, calm down. You're carrying our baby!"

"This is intolerable! Let me go!"

"My wife, please don't act rashly. If anything happens to you, how will your husband and I live?"

"Go find your own mothers or live together as you please, just don't stop me!"

"My wife, you understand the law of conservation. Forget about us depending on each other for survival, he would definitely chop my corpse into eighteen pieces!"

"Just let go! Wait, why is it a corpse?"

"If anything happens to my wife, I will never live on alone."

"Husband..." Fan Qingbo finally stopped struggling. Looking at the sincere and affectionate man in front of her, tears welled up in her eyes. "Husband, you're so foolish, really. If something happens to me, you should have fallen into the demonic path out of hatred, single-handedly overthrowing the martial arts world and plotting for ten years to wipe out the Miao region and avenge me... That's what makes a male protagonist so domineering!"

After hearing these words, the already aching people felt their internal organs churning even more violently.

Silver-Pen Scholar, what kind of ruthless woman did you marry?! You're not actually going to listen to her, are you?!

The scholar pondered for a moment, then asked in confusion, "My lady, why ten years? If planned properly, a month is enough."

The martial arts community was utterly devastated. They were wrong. This couple were birds of a feather flock together; neither was inherently more ruthless than the other…

"You two, have you had enough of your act? Who wants to fight me?" Night Owl, having watched the show for a while, finally lost his patience. He played with a small flower snake that had appeared out of nowhere in his right hand and asked coldly.

This time, the scholar acted first, firmly shielding his wife behind him. He looked somewhat uneasy facing the night owl, his gaze slightly averted from the owl's face, landing on his shoulder. He first bowed, then said, "What happened back then... I owe you nothing, you should forget about it. A good man doesn't fight with a woman, I won't lay a hand on you."

The scholar was quite annoyed, thinking it was an old story. He never expected that just when his relationship with his wife was getting better, that woman from back then would reappear disguised as Brother Nanwu Yaoshi... Well, although she still looked like a man after removing her disguise, and her voice was also like... But he had long forgotten about it because of so many years. Maybe she always looked and had this voice?

Alas, the key issue now is that my wife seems very concerned about this matter. What should I do? It is a fact that he lost his virginity before marriage, and he has ultimately wronged my wife. I hope my wife will not be angry for too long...

This guy is treating the night owl like a woman!

Coughing erupted everywhere. The martial arts practitioners had to resist the poison while suppressing their laughter. It was truly a difficult task.

Night Owl's face finally darkened. "You—"

He uttered only one word before his voice abruptly stopped. Seemingly incredulous, his eyes widened slightly as he raised his right hand. The little flower snake was dead, a silver needle embedded in its body. What he found unbelievable wasn't the delicate Udumbara flower pattern carved on the thin needle, but rather, that someone had actually used poison right in front of him and succeeded?

A sharp gaze swept over, and the murderer was holding the chain of the silver bracelet on her wrist, staring at him with her delicate eyes wide open.

"Dead?" she dared to ask.

"Hmm." And he actually answered her.

"Yay!" Fan Qingbo, pleased with his success, turned around and gave the scholar a high five, but suddenly noticed a cold gaze behind him.

She turned around stiffly, her eyes drooping, perfectly mimicking the innocent yet self-righteous expression of a scholar, and said, "It's not my fault, it's the baby in my belly that's afraid of snakes. And... who told you to try and yell at my husband?"

Instead of getting angry, Night Owl laughed, "Haha, interesting, I suddenly feel more inclined to fight you now!"

Because of Fan Qingbo's physical condition, Night Owl, like other martial arts practitioners who were seeing her for the first time, assumed that her agile movements meant she must be highly skilled in martial arts. So, he attacked without hesitation, aiming straight for her heart with his first move.

"Damn! You even hit a pregnant woman, how lowly!"

With a curse from Fan Qingbo, she flew backward until she was forced against the wall by the night owl. Suddenly, she ducked to avoid the tiger's claws and snaked out from under his arm. Her speed was so fast that none of the dozens of eyes in the hall saw how she escaped. When they came to their senses, they saw her back in her original position, with the scholar still holding her from behind, carefully protecting her belly.

It's impossible for anyone to be so agile while carrying a pregnant woman who is completely helpless. Therefore, people are more inclined to believe that the pregnant woman herself possessed martial arts skills, and quite high ones at that, which is why she could cooperate so perfectly with the Silver Scholar.

"My lady, don't speak ill of others." The scholar was still bothered by Fan Qingbo's use of the word "damn."

"I cultivate my heart, not my mouth, for my wife; the gods and Buddhas will understand," Fan Qingbo argued solemnly. Then his expression changed, and he shouted, "Hey, you're still doing this! Have you gotten addicted to beating a pregnant woman who can't even kill a chicken?!"

It turned out that Night Owl, far from being annoyed by his missed attack, was instead ignited with fighting spirit. His previously cold eyes were now filled with the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent, his gaze gleaming as he charged forward with palms outstretched. All the onlookers saw was the scholar and Fan Qingbo still locked in combat, advancing and retreating together, moving in unison. As Night Owl's attacks intensified, Fan Qingbo was forced to turn and exchange blows with him, their skills proving remarkably evenly matched.

In truth, Fan Qingbo possessed no martial arts skills whatsoever. She simply felt a powerful surge within her, and instinctively unleashed it, only to find herself completely out of control, her hands moving involuntarily as she fought. She quickly realized the scholar had used some trickery, but the others remained oblivious, believing only that this Lady Shu was a hidden master. Several experts watched their exchange intently, marveling at their skill and secretly feeling ashamed that this woman's martial arts were even superior to their own.

It's no wonder these people couldn't see it; the way the scholar was holding Fan Qingbo tightly didn't look like he was secretly transferring martial arts techniques. Plus, he was still trying to mediate: "Master Ye, a gentleman uses words, not fists. Why don't we sit down and talk things over? Listen to my advice: you are a woman, after all; it's not good to resort to violence."

"You're the fucking woman!" Night Owl bristled at the mention of "woman," and his palm strike grew even fiercer.