Capítulo 16: Ye Weiyang
"Silver? Didn't I just going to drink a pot of Wild Chicken Chop Bone Soup?" The old beggar glared gloomily at Zi Yun.
"My Zi Yun is right. Old man, quickly give me the silver! Otherwise, you can make yourself in my courtyard as a watchman! " Feng Zhiyao remembered that the delicious wild chicken bone soup had entered his stomach, so she became extremely angry.
What? How could it be possible for him, the grand elder of the Night Rakshasa, to stay in this small courtyard?
"Watchman? No! How about this! I will call my disciple to pay you the silver immediately!" The old beggar quickly picked up the silver flute he was carrying and began to play a series of strange melodies …
"Eldest Miss, could this old man be cheating?" Zi Yun didn't believe that the old man was willing to pay the silver taels so straightforwardly!
"He dares!" Feng Zhiyao lazily leaned against the crabapple tree, picked up a pink crabapple flower, played with it in her hand, and cast a vicious glance at Zi Yun.
Zi Yun's body trembled at the sight her eyes. "My, young miss' eyes are so sharp. She looks so terrible!"
"Miss, look, who is that good-looking young man?" Zi Yun was startled by the blue-clothed man who suddenly appeared at the Begonia Garden. This was the courtyard of the young miss. How could a stranger enter?
"Little girl, my little disciple is here. You can ask him for some silver! Can you give me a crispy roast duck?" When the beggar old man saw the blue-clothed man arrive, he immediately stopped blowing the flute and held his long beard, looking at Feng Zhiyao and her servant with fawning eyes.
"Master, why did you summon Weiyang here?" The blue-clothed man wielded the Spirit Serpent Sword in his hand and landed gracefully on the ground.
Not only was the young man called Weiyang very handsome, but his voice was also even more pleasant to listen to. It was like flowing water, with beads of jade dropping onto the plate, and every word was sparkling.
"Oi, old man, is this the stupid disciple that you spoke of, who is not good at cooking?" Feng Zhiyao threw away the pink crabapple flower in her hand and walked in front of the blue clothed man, her beautiful eyes shining, carefully looking at that man.
The blue-clothed man's black hair was tied up by a mahogany hairpin. His eyebrows were straight and sword-shaped. He had a pair of long and thin black eyes, thin lips, a sharp and angular outline, and a tall but not boorish body.
A very heroic man! She liked him!
Especially the Spirit Serpent Sword in his hand, it was even more terrifying. Its shape was thin and long, able to be hidden within bamboo poles. Once it was unsheathed, cold light would flash, and it would tremble like a spirit snake, hence its name.
"Little girl, seeing that sword for so long, aren't you afraid?" The beggar old man was somewhat astonished. His disciple's Spirit Serpent Sword was the number one poison sword! This girl was not afraid. She had been watching him for so long.
This sword would constantly tremble in the face of the gentle breeze, making it impossible for the opponent to see where the tip of the sword was pointed, let alone where it was aimed at. Experts could be useful. Spirit like green bamboo, poison like a red bamboo, seven steps soul fragment, life gone, it could be said that this was the number one poison sword of the Southern Temple!
"This sword… Ur … Well! Hey, handsome man, give me the silver! Previously, a pot of Wild Chicken Bone Dumplings Soup and the super roast duck that was newly made. Including the labor expenses, it was about 249 taels. How about this, two hundred and fifty!" Feng Zhiyao tried her best to take back her thoughts of eating the pretty man. Then, she quickly took the delicate abacus that Zi Yun was carrying on her body, and gave a price that made all of them stare in shock!
"What? Girl, is it that expensive?" The beggar old man was the first to regain his senses, immediately blowing his beard and glaring at Feng Zhiyao.
"Expensive? If you think it's too expensive, you should come to my house and steal some food! It's good that I didn't send you to the government! Hey, old man's disciple, hurry up and give me the silver!" Feng Zhiyao stretched out her soft, white palm, about to ask for the silver.
"I only have a hundred taels, I don't have any leftovers!" Weiyang looked at his master who was about to go limp. Gritting his teeth, he took out the 100 taels of silver and threw it on the ground. Arrogance and disdain appeared in his eyes. To be deceived like this, even though it was a matter of thirty taels of silver, it still cost two hundred and fifty taels.
When Weiyang thought of two hundred and fifty taels, his pretty lips twitched several times.
What? If he didn't have that much silver, then forget it! He even threw the banknotes on the ground, letting her pick them up! The worst thing was, he actually looked down on her!
How infuriating!
"Hey, old man, you two still owe me one hundred and fifty taels, and seeing that you two are so good-looking that you can match the audience, I'll cut two another fifty taels, and then you two can take out another hundred of banknotes for me. If you don't take it out, you, the gluttonous old man, will leave you here as my free watchman." Feng Zhiyao secretly calmed down, then rolled her eyes, threatening him word by word.
"That's unreasonable! Master, let's go!" This was the first time Weiyang saw such an unrelenting woman. His eyes were filled with disgust. After saying this, he wanted to drag his master away.
"Weiyang, do you really only have a hundred taels of silver?" Strange, according to Weiyang's illustrious background, why did he bring only one silver note? However, Weiyang nodded his head with certainty. He was so angry that the old beggar almost fainted.
"Hey, smelly old man, you're not allowed to leave!" When Zi Yun saw that good-looking man look down on her young miss, she immediately became extremely angry and helped out.
"Little girl, being an old gatekeeper hurts my face too much. How about you change your method?" The beggar old man glared at Weiyang in dissatisfaction. He huffed angrily as he ate the roast duck, cursing to himself: Even though they had a mountain of gold and silver, he only brought a hundred taels of silver.
"Another way?" Feng Zhiyao intentionally glanced at Weiyang.
Weiyang's hair stood on end from Feng Zhiyao's glance. An ominous premonition suddenly emerged in his heart.
"Yes! As long as it's not too much, I can agree!" The beggar old man thought about how his well-known status made him a follower of this little girl!
"Alright, then I want your disciple to be my bodyguard for three days. Three days later, he can leave this Begonia Garden!" "F * ck, three days is more than enough for me to eat him dry and wipe him clean."
Faced with Feng Zhiyao's nonchalant request, the beggar old man shrugged his shoulders. It didn't matter; he knew his little disciple's kungfu, so he naturally nodded and agreed.
On the other hand, Weiyang refused. He hurriedly refuted his master, "Master, I disagree!" His face was grim as he expressed his disapproval of the matter.
"No effect!" Feng Zhiyao and the beggar old man coldly glared at him.
"Old man, is the roast duck I made tasty?" Feng Zhiyao laughed like a spring breeze. Three days and three nights of hugging the beautiful man, this was a wonderful matter!
"Delicious! Any more?" The old beggar wiped the grease from his lips with his sleeve and licked his lips, drooling.
"Yes, there's another one in the kitchen, but it's also the only one, and it's very expensive!" Feng Zhiyao winked at Zi Yun, indicating her to go to the kitchen and bring it over for the old man to eat.
Although Zi Yun didn't know what the young miss meant, she still obediently followed the order.
"How about this, I'll mortgage my disciple to you for a month. During this month, you only need to provide me with delicacies!" When the beggar old man saw the peach color in Feng Zhiyao's watery eyes, he thought to himself, could it be that my little disciple's luck has arrived? He might as well take the opportunity to help his stupid disciple, so he said with a smile.
"Oh, really?" Feng Zhiyao simply couldn't believe her good luck.
"Of course it's true!" You don't need to ask my disciple's opinion. He doesn't dare to disobey my words! " What he meant was to tell Feng Zhiyao that his stupid disciple had to agree even if he didn't want to.
Weiyang's delicate and fair face was aghast and gloomy. He clenched his fists tightly and made gurgling sounds.
"Oh right, old man, what's your name and that stupid disciple of yours?" Only then did Feng Zhiyao remember to ask their names.
"I'm Ye Canghai, my stupid disciple is called Ye Weiyang!" The beggar old man took the roasted duck from Zi Yun's hand and pulled down a duck leg. He ate with gusto and answered all of Feng Zhiyao's questions one by one.
"Hey, girl, don't you know my name in the martial arts world?" Ye Canghai felt very strange, he even stopped eating roast duck.
"I don't know!" Feng Zhiyao directly answered him.
"My master is the famous leader of Night Rakshasa!" Originally, he thought that such a noble girl would definitely cry from hearing such a terrifying title. However, he had failed, and Feng Zhiyao was actually overjoyed upon hearing it.
In other words, this old man was the leader of the ancient assassination association. Oh, so they did the same thing!
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