Volume 1: Zhao Shanhe Chapter 49 The Strange Scholar Shen Lang
In the main hall where the statue is enshrined, as Ji Yuan and Zhao Yuansong fell silent one after another, the atmosphere here fell into silence.
The two of them had their own thoughts and did not speak for a long time. The four senior brothers and sisters looked at each other. Xu Qiqi, one of them, wanted to open his mouth to lighten the atmosphere, but his sleeve was pulled by Jiang He beside him.
As a result, she could only give up for the time being, supporting her little head with her arms in boredom, and quietly looking at the clean and delicate face of the little Taoist priest, she felt that it looked good no matter what.
It's just that the girl doesn't know that when she looks at others like this, someone next to her is also looking at her like this.
Zhao Yuansong's other two junior brothers and sisters, one named Li Junxian and the other named Zheng Wanrong, looked at their expressions and couldn't help but smile a little in their eyes.
The young man is now fourteen or fifteen, and it is time for his thoughts to start.
"Why do you suddenly want to tell me these things?"
After a long silence, Ji Yuan finally spoke and looked at the man in front of him calmly.
Zhao Yuansong smiled slightly: "Because of your talent, because of your luck, and because I want to become Taoist friends with you on the path of spiritual practice."
When he said these words, his eyes flickered slightly. Although it was almost difficult to detect, the little Taoist priest still noticed it.
Ji Yuan looked thoughtful and didn't respond. He just nodded slightly.
The two of them fell into silence here. It seemed that there were many things that they needed to analyze and calculate in their hearts bit by bit.
"Can I tell you not to be so serious?"
When Xu Qiqi saw this, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes.
She doesn't quite understand why these people always think so much. It's just a matter of whether to do something or not, and what to do if they do it. Is it so difficult to choose?
Ignoring the look from the boy next to him, Xu Qiqi moved the futon under him and moved himself closer to the little Taoist priest.
Then she asked curiously: "Why do I feel that you don't have a good relationship with your senior brothers?"
Ji Yuan was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the girl who came over dumbly. He didn't know how to reply for a while.
To be honest, he is indeed not that close to several senior brothers except the fifth senior brother, as if there is a gap between them that is difficult to cross.
In fact, when he was younger, he still had a very close relationship with his senior brothers. He would pester the senior brothers every day, and from time to time he would take the candied haws bought by his senior brothers and have fun all day long.
But since a year and a half ago, he became enlightened on his own and embarked on the path of spiritual practice. After the old Taoist priest once made it clear that Xuantian Temple would be taught to him in the future.
In an instant, these senior brothers began to become extremely strange, and the eyes they looked at him suddenly became alienated.
In the past year or two, several senior brothers have become busy. They are always attending various rituals in the city. They leave early and come back late almost every day. They live in a Taoist temple, but they often don't see each other for several days.
Come to one side.
From the beginning, Ji Yuan knew very well why his senior brothers became like this, and also knew what they were thinking, but he never revealed it.
It is precisely because of this that he is particularly close to his fifth senior brother Guo Tao. Even though his cultivation now requires a lot of money, the little Taoist priest still has nothing to say about it.
Because this guy, who looks a bit naive, really likes his junior brother with a pure heart.
Ji Yuan couldn't help but sigh, and shook his head with a slightly gloomy expression. He did not answer the girl's question and say something bad about his senior brothers.
"Maybe it's because of this Taoist temple."
When Xu Qiqi saw his appearance, he rolled his eyes and already made a guess.
So she asked with a puzzled look on her face: "They shouldn't know that you are a monk, and they don't know the true identity of Xuantian Temple, so they have become alienated from their junior brother just because of the dilapidated Taoist temple in their own eyes?"
Ji Yuan gave a wry smile and subconsciously looked to his side, passing through the side door of the main hall, across the small courtyard, and finally landed on the houses of several senior brothers.
"Qiqi!"
Zhao Yuansong scolded in a low voice and glared at his junior sister.
The girl puffed up her cheeks, moved the futon with an aggrieved look, and sat back down next to the young man Jiang He.
"Fellow Daoist Ji..."
Zhao Yuansong sighed secretly in his heart. Just as he opened his mouth to say sorry, a shout suddenly came from outside the Taoist temple.
Everyone in the main hall looked together, and then they saw a young man dressed as a servant running towards them in a hurry, crossing the unclosed Taoist temple door and running in front of them.
As soon as the man got close, they smelled a strong scent of rouge and a hint of alcohol.
"Master Ji!"
The young boy gasped for air and his eyes fell on the little Taoist priest who looked gloomy.
After seeing this person, Ji Yuan already felt a little headache, and he probably already knew in his heart what the other person was here for.
"Does Shen Lang have no money to pay the wine bill again?"
The corners of his mouth twitched at first, and then he spoke with disgust.
Although he looked disgusted, he took out the money bag from his sleeve robe while asking.
"No...it's not..."
Before the young man could recover, he stumbled and said: "Master Shen...he...he...provoked the three...three sword societies in Baihua Tower!"
Hearing this, Ji Yuan's face immediately darkened, and then he stood up and poured a cup of tea for the boy, asking him to explain the whole story clearly.
After a while, the boy, who finally felt calm, recounted what had happened before in detail.
The man named Shen Lang is a distinguished guest of a lady in Baihua Tower. He has been staying in that lady's villa in recent days and has been living in a state of intoxication.
This kind of thing is nothing in the first place. In a dusty place like Baihualou, there are always some ladies who like talented poets and talents. If they are willing to pay enough money, no one will stop them.
After all, they are all open for business, and Baihualou is still in the flesh business. As long as there is money to be made, they will naturally not care about their wife's preferences.
But just tonight, one of the hall masters of the Three Swordsmen Club asked the lady who had been hosting Shen Lang for several days by name to leave his villa and come to serve them overnight.
This was a reasonable thing, but after the lady refused, the leader of the Three Swordsmen Association became furious and led people into the other courtyard, intending to rob her.
So Shen Lang stepped forward and released many people from the Three Swordsmen Association in twos and twos, and with the help of alcohol, he threw the hall master into the pond outside the courtyard with no face.
"So Shen Lang was later captured by the Three Swordsmen?"
The corner of Ji Yuan's mouth twitched, and he could guess what happened next without the boy continuing to talk.
Sure enough, the boy nodded, which confirmed his suspicion.
"Taoist Master Ji, I know that you have the best relationship with Mr. Shen, but you must save him!"
The boy hesitated for a moment, but finally pleaded.
He was the servant of the Lady's Courtyard. He often ran errands for Shen Lang and came to Xuantian Temple to ask for some silver from the young Taoist priest to advance the wine and expenses at Baihua Tower.
In his heart, the young man really didn't want anything to happen to Mr. Shen, who had never looked down on him and even taught him how to read and calligraphy.
Ji Yuan stretched out his hand and patted his forehead. This was no longer a question of whether he had a headache or not, but that he really didn't know how to deal with this kind of thing.
If Shen Lang provoked an ordinary gang in Qianyu City, he could still rely on his reputation as an alchemist to get the other party to give him a little favor. If it didn't work out, he would have to fight first and then pay some money afterwards.
However, this time the Three Swordsmen Association is not an ordinary gang. It is one of the three extremely famous sects within a few hundred miles of Qianyu City.
In terms of power, it is second only to the Zhao family, and in terms of force, it is even higher.
Given the power of the other party, they might treat him as an alchemist with courtesy, but they might not be able to show him any favors. Therefore, it is somewhat unrealistic to try to get people out of their hands at a loss.
But he still had to take care of this matter. After all, Shen Lang and him were good friends who had known each other for many years.
And even though he doesn't really approve of what the other party has been doing over the years, he sincerely admires it.
"Fellow Taoist, I don't know that this Shen Lang..."
Zhao Yuansong stood up and asked slightly curiously.
Hearing this, Ji Yuan spoke without thinking: "Shen Lang is the scholar I took you to find yesterday."
Then he looked at the boy and asked him to go back on his own. Later he would go to the Three Swords Club to see if he could resolve this disaster and bring Shen Lang out without any worries.
As for whether this scholar will be missing arms or legs, it depends on his own destiny.
"Get rid of Ji Daochang!"
The boy clasped his fists, bent his waist to the end, then turned around and ran away in a hurry.
After all, he was just a servant. It was good to find an opportunity to come out and report the news. He couldn't stay outside for too long, otherwise he would inevitably be beaten after returning to Baihua Building.
After the servant left, Ji Yuan apologized to several others, then returned to his house, took a long sword and carried it behind his back. When he closed the door, he put a talisman on the crack of the door.
Seeing the talisman disappear in front of his eyes, he nodded with satisfaction and quickly walked towards the gate of the Taoist temple.
But as soon as he reached the gate, he saw Zhao Yuansong coming forward from the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help but cast a doubtful look.
"I was a little curious about that scholar, so I thought I'd go with you to see if I could be of any help."
He smiled: "Of course, it may not be able to help with anything in the end."
Ji Yuan gave a wry smile, and was willing to go together until he didn't think the other party was making excuses or doing it for his own sake.
To be honest, he has never had such great dignity to let a senior fellow from the outer sect of Jiuxuan Sect be so fawning.
The reason why the other party was willing to go with him and offered to help if necessary was partly because of his close relationship with her, and mostly because he was curious and fond of Shen Lang after hearing about Shen Lang's deeds.
"Obviously he is a monk from the Immortal family, but he is full of chivalry."
Ji Yuan sighed: "Then let's go!"
After saying that, he walked towards the outside of the Taoist temple. Zhao Yuansong behind him laughed and followed quickly.
It's just that tonight, he didn't let the four junior brothers and sisters go with him because the crisis in the city was unknown at this time, for fear that something unexpected would happen along the way.
For monks, the word "in case" is often what they look forward to most and fear the most. It is difficult to tell whether it will bring an opportunity or an unbearable disaster.
This is also one of the reasons why Ji Yuan has always had a good impression of Zhao Yuansong. There are many things that the other party can obviously turn a blind eye to, but he insists on getting involved even though he knows that there is no benefit.
This kind of behavior is really not like that of an immortal monk, but more like that of a knight-errant. He often takes action when the road is rough and never deliberately pursues what benefits and rewards he can get in the end.
A monk who is accustomed to comparing money with money, it is rare to meet a person who is full of chivalry, which naturally makes Ji Yuan feel close to him.
Otherwise, he would not have become very close friends with Shen Lang and Hui Xin. This was due to their acquaintance when they were young, and also due to their mutual congeniality.
"Thanks."
Walking on the deserted street, Ji Yuan suddenly said thank you without looking back.
Hearing this, Zhao Yuansong just smiled and didn't say anything, as if he just did an insignificant thing.
But he understood that the other party's move was actually taking a huge risk. Not to mention the situation in the Three Swordsmen Association, in today's county alone, in addition to those who secretly plotted to slay the wild temple, there are also people who want to gouge out the heart.
Monsters and murderous demons are evil. This chapter has been completed!
