"Big Mountain, let's go."
The man put away his whip, turned around, and left.
Only after he had gone far away did he let the blood spill from the corner of his lips.
"Ninth Senior Brother!" Luo Shi shouted urgently.
He waved and slowly walked across the mudflats, supporting himself on his weight. The bright moon shone on the autumn waters, and the tides crashed against his feet, one after another. In the river, small dried tofu floated on the waves.
In truth, my third brother never liked that stench; he was just pretending to like it for my sake. My third brother was born with a sense of duty to protect the family, unlike him, unlike him…
"Tenth Brother," he said quietly as he walked ahead.
"What's wrong, Ninth Senior Brother?" Luo Chuan thought he was suffering from unbearable internal injuries, so he quickly stepped forward.
But he just pointed to the dried tofu in the water. "Give me a pack."
"..."
After a moment of silence, Luo Shi said aggrievedly, "But I didn't throw away those dried tofu."
Who is that?
Its dead fish eyes widened slightly as it scanned its surroundings.
The surroundings were silent, except for the soft sound of the river water lapping against the bank.
After a long pause, he sighed.
"Don't tell your family, especially the youngest child."
"Um."
As the person walked further and further away, a voice was heard from among the trees. "It's really difficult to avoid Ninth Senior Brother."
Wiping away the cold sweat that had broken out, Yu Zigui exchanged a glance with Night Owl, who had just sensed someone's presence. "We are all of the same origin, why are we fighting each other so fiercely? You agree, don't you?"
With its large, vacant eyes, the owl dared not hoot.
"Sigh." With a long sigh, Zigui leaped down from the tree.
The swirling Taoist robe, like a night-blooming cereus, trembled gently under the moonlight, exuding boundless elegance.
"Peach trees grow above the well, plum trees grow beside peach trees. Insects come and gnaw at the roots of the peach trees, and the plum trees die in place of the peach trees."
Her clear, beautiful voice swelled with the tide, each note seeming to travel further and further away.
"In that case, I'm sorry."
That night, the ninety-ninth flag changed hands, and the Black Widow Miao Shijiu, whose flag had been stolen, cried to everyone she met.
"That scoundrel only left behind a piece of stinky tofu. What is he implying? Is my 'tofu' rotten or hard? My lord, my good lord, you must do me justice!"
Copper coins and stinky tofu—the tastes of the common people have been worrisome lately, which is quite distressing.
—From "Anecdotes - The Struggle for Leadership in the Fourth Year of Seitoku", Room 64, Section 6, Part 1
Volume Two, Chapter Ten of Guan Ju
"In the martial arts world, one-on-one is called a duel, while multiple-on-multiple is called a gang fight. Following the family tradition of 'better to die than to die myself'..."
"Father, are you a Taoist priest?"
"Metaphor? I've never heard of a metaphor before."
"Dad, I'm just a child."
"How about that! Your dad could compose a poem in seven steps when he was only three years old!"
"Father, are you Cao Zhi? But Mother says you've been dead for hundreds of years."
Her innocent eyes blinked repeatedly, watching as the most handsome man in the martial arts world bulged out several veins.
Take a deep breath, calm your breathing, and remember that handsome men don't care about Ah Niu.
“My dear daughter, our ancestors taught us that if you are dragged into a group fight, you must remember that friends are like limbs—if they are other people’s, losing one or two is no problem at all. Just pick the weakest and softest ‘persimmon’ to squeeze to show that you’ve been there. But if it’s a one-on-one fight, there’s only one word: ‘fight,’ and two words: ‘fight to the death.’”
Holding up two fingers, Master Yu's handsome eyes turned slightly cold, quite intimidating.
The little one looked up at the sky, then tugged at his chubby little hands, once on the left and once on the right.
Well, aren't you stunned by his dashing, aloof, ruthless, and breathtakingly handsome appearance?
"If A-Gui didn't miscount."
Hmm? Eyebrows are styled and arched higher.
“‘Beat them to death.’” The chubby little hands, which had been folded, straightened up one by one. “That’s four words.”
Blood vessels ruptured.
"In short, if you don't want to get beaten to death, you'd better practice your martial arts obediently for your father!"
“My father got angry because he used seniority to intimidate me.”
Turning his back, Ah Niu sighed like a little adult and slowly assumed a beginner's stance.