The giant then stepped aside, revealing a tall, aloof young man standing alone behind him. He wore a moon-white robe, had sword-like eyebrows and dragon-like eyes, and walked past Eleven with an air of superiority.
Yes, it seems so. It's just that their eyes are too sharp. If their gaze were more relaxed, anyone could tell they are brothers.
Eleven thought to himself, then crouched down and walked to a corner. "Master, I'm back."
"Um."
"Tenth Senior Brother is chatting with someone again. I'm afraid we won't be able to find Sixth Senior Brother and the others today."
"oh."
"I just asked the innkeeper, and it costs two strings of cash per person to sleep on the communal bed."
The old man generously tossed the money bag to him.
Hold on, bold... bold? Gentle might describe Zhang Fei, but the word bold could never be used to describe his master.
"Master, what's wrong? Did you eat something bad or get poisoned? Tenth Brother, Senior Brother!" Eleventh Brother cried out, on the verge of tears, "Help! Someone, help me!"
"Young man, what's wrong?"
"My master has lost his mind." He looked up, his baby face frozen in shock.
This skilled physician, with her lotus-like demeanor and expert pulse diagnosis, could not possibly be—
"Young Master Jun...?" he asked hesitantly.
"Um?"
My heart is pounding, and you're smiling so beautifully.
With Qiyang in the south, Zhuofeng in the north, and the all-charming Junshan Gongzi, all four living young masters are present. Isn't the feng shui of this county a bit too good?
"Young Taoist priest?"
"Sigh." He snapped out of his reverie.
"Your teacher is unharmed."
"No serious injury?" His eyes glazed over, looking utterly hopeless. "That's impossible."
"Is the young Taoist priest questioning my medical skills?" Junshan snorted coldly and left.
No wonder people say beautiful women often have quirks; before he could even say a word, she stormed off in anger. Unable to explain, Eleven could only sigh.
"Master, if you're not feeling well, why don't you book a room in the upper section and lie down?" It was just a small probe, but the old man tacitly agreed.
Oh no, Master has really lost his mind!
"What kind of kitchen knife? Have you ever seen a kitchen knife this long?"
Just as he was at a loss, he heard a chilling, wicked laugh coming from outside the door. Leaving the dazed old man behind, Eleven peeked out the window. He saw several martial arts figures being stopped in the street by black-clad constables, and the black-clad figure at the center of the storm looked very familiar to him.
"Have you heard of the Blade Prohibition Order? Blade Prohibition Order!" The constable with a bad temper pulled out a document from his pocket and slapped it on the face of one of the martial arts practitioners. "Look carefully, the second paragraph, third line, states that swords longer than one foot are also prohibited. Whether you use a kitchen knife or a razor, hand them over to me obediently."
He couldn't see the expression on the document, but the burly men accompanying him were clearly enraged. They brandished machetes and roared menacingly, "Let go! Our boss is the overlord of the eighteen mountains of Lingbei!"
As he spoke, the document was blown high into the air, revealing a face that looked like it wanted to eat people. Then, the audacious constable was grabbed by the collar.
"What 'No Blade Order'? Say it again if you dare."
The man glanced at his greasy hands on his chest. "Hey, you've dirtied my clothes."
With a smug grin, he simply started wiping his hands with the soap dish. "How is it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the other constables retreated in a cold sweat, but clearly not because of this foolish bear who didn't know what was going on, but because of someone who was already possessed by evil spirits.
"how?"
Someone gripped the bear's paw at his chest and casually snapped it. Before he could even scream, the overlord of the Eighteen Mountains of Lingbei was flung away with one hand, his bear-like body drawing a perfect semicircle in the air before slamming headfirst onto the stone ground.
"How about that?" Someone was still stomping on the deformed bear face, still not satisfied. "This shirt was washed by Lao Yao, you fatso, do you know what happens when you dirty Lao Yao's clothes!"
Kick, kick hard, kick someone to death without treating them like a human being.
The tyrant had become a rake, his distorted features turning his underlings pale. Just then, someone turned around, still seemingly unsatisfied, his upturned eyebrows slanting to his temples, forming a chilling angle with his triangular eyes.
Not only those burly men from Lingbei, but even the martial arts practitioners watching took out their weapons that they had kept hidden for a long time, throwing swords and knives into a pile, among which were a few kitchen knives.
It was very quiet; you could even hear people swallowing in fear.
"We're doomed, we're definitely going to get a beating tonight." The triangular-eyed man suddenly collapsed. "Seventh Brother is alright, he's all show and no substance, he's not afraid of being hit. That dead fish-eyed guy will definitely take advantage of the situation, we beat him up so badly last time, he'll definitely get his revenge this time. The scariest one is Sixth Brother, sigh, what should we do?"
Someone muttered to himself, his gaze inadvertently falling on the pile of "rotten flesh" again. "Damn it, it's all your fault, you fatso!"
Just as he was about to unleash his most terrifying act of revenge, a figure darted out of the inn and grabbed him around the waist, seemingly oblivious to the danger. "New talents emerge in every generation," the crowd thought, wiping away sweat. "We've seen fearless people before, but never anyone this fearless."
"Calm down, Eighth Senior Brother!"
"Let go, or I'll beat you up too."
"It's me, Eleven!"
"Eleven?" A gust of wind from a punch brushed against the baby face's downy hair. "What are you doing here, kid!"
"Sixth Senior Brother wrote to say that Junior Brother is here, and Master was worried, so he brought me and Tenth Senior Brother along." Eleven quickly gestured to indicate that the rake should be carried away.
"What about Master and Tenth Brother?"