Intelligence Ultime

Chapitre 189

Feng Xuese smiled wryly: "It's been several years. Does Master Huizhi still enjoy steamed eggplant with minced garlic and cold sea lettuce salad?"

The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Two: Chapter Eleven (1)

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Five rascals huddled together, whispering amongst themselves:

"He knew what dishes his master liked to eat; he was truly a good friend of his master."

"That's not necessarily true, maybe it was just a fluke!"

"Fifth Brother is right! Master always says we're all a bit dim-witted, so we absolutely can't trust him this time!"

"He dared to lie to us, let me go and kill him!"

"Wait! What if he really knows Master? That's our Martial Uncle! If we kill him, Master will be angry!"

“Yes! The one who injured my master was a man in black, who only reached my waist. The person in the tree was much taller, only up to my chest,” one of them said, raising his hand to show his height.

"So, should we take a picture of him or not?"

"Take a picture! If you don't take a picture, you won't get the medicine, and your master will die!"

"Right, right! Who cares who it is? We'll just kill him and not tell our master!"

Although they lowered their voices, they were still quite loud. Zhu Huihui heard them clearly. Ha, these five guys are really stupid. Master was clearly injured by the man in black, but they're blaming this guy in white—hmm, the old man's clothes don't seem so white anymore…

"But this guy keeps jumping around in the trees, it's hard to take pictures!"

"Fifth brother, go and trick him into coming down here. Tell him we don't want his head anymore..."

After discussing it for a long time, the five of them made up their minds. The fifth brother, with a cunning look, raised his head and said, "Hey, get down here! We won't hit you anymore. We'll treat you to a meal, meat!"

Feng Xuese looked at these scoundrels with a headache. These five were truly a disgrace to Master Huizhi's years of painstaking teaching! If it weren't for their unwavering loyalty to their master, he would have given them a good beating on Huizhi's behalf.

"Does Master Huizhi's injury require the Ink Horn Qilin Slice and the Thousand-Year Snow Ginseng King?"

Upon hearing this, Ba Laosan became furious again: "You even know what your master uses to cure illnesses, and you still say you're not the murderer!" He grabbed his pestle and charged at the tree again!

Ba Laowu hurriedly grabbed him, blinking his huge, copper-bell-like eyes and giving him a meaningful look.

Feng Xuese let out a long breath and said in a deep voice, "If you want Master Huizhi to live, you'd better listen to me!"

The five of them shouted together:

Why should I listen to you!

Who do you think you are?!

"I'll kill you and see who listens to you then!"

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Feng Xuese was driven crazy by their noise: "The Five Heroes of Qiyun, I know where to find Ink Horn Qilin Slices and Thousand-Year Snow Ginseng King, do you want them?"

"want!"

You're lying!

"I'll kill you if you're lying!"

"Hand it over now and I'll give you meat!"

"You saved our master, we'll kowtow to you!"

Amidst the chaotic noise, Feng Xuese pressed two fingers to her temples and gently rubbed them, saying, "You didn't bring the medicine with you. I'll give you a token. Take it to Fengxue City in the south, and the people there will naturally retrieve the medicine for you."

What if you lie to someone?

Zhu Huihui couldn't hold back any longer. She flipped the pot over and jumped out of the bushes: "The hero is your martial uncle, how could he lie to you!" These five big idiots would be punished if she didn't lie to them!

"Then—how much money do you want?" the clever Ba Laowu asked on behalf of his brothers.

"Given away for free!"

Feng Xuese tore a delicate white jade button from her lapel, flicked it with two fingers, and the button flew into Ba Laowu's hand: "Keep it, or Master Huizhi will lose his life!"

Bashan Wuhun was skeptical, unable to understand how a button could save his master's life.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed on the treetop, and a maple-colored longsword appeared and disappeared in an instant. The figure gracefully rose and landed several feet away.

After a brief pause, the sturdy tree made a creaking sound, then crashed to one side, its break smooth and clean.

Although the audience consisted of five idiots and one good-for-nothing, they all understood that in the blink of an eye, the tree had been sliced in half by Maple Snow.

Ba Laosan compared this tree to the one he had broken, and immediately felt admiration for it.

Feng Xuese originally wanted to ask about the woman who wanted her dead, but she was too afraid of the five scoundrels' unreasonable demands. Fearing they would say more, she turned around, grabbed Zhu Huihui by the collar, lifted him up, and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

Zhu Huihui was already used to being carried by him, and said admiringly with a lot of leisure time, "Great hero, I used to think you were a good person, but it turns out you and I are cut from the same cloth!"

Feng Xuese pursed his lips. What did he mean by "of the same ilk"? That was really rude! Fortunately, he was very well-mannered and didn't throw the guy to the ground.

"Huh? This guy dares to say it again!"

"Great hero, you're truly brilliant! You tricked and sold those fools out of their minds, and they still consider you a good martial uncle!" Zhu Huihui said. When it comes to shamelessness, neither of us brothers can argue with the other!

Feng Xuese said calmly, "The Ink Horn Qilin Slice and the Thousand-Year Snow Ginseng King aren't exactly good things, so why would I need to lie to them?"