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Chapter 582: Xiao Similang Battles Lian Chengbi with Chopsticks as His Sword
Chapter 582: Xiao Similang Battles Lian Chengbi with Chopsticks as His Sword
Feng Si Niang felt both happy and annoyed. "Your ghostly virtue, even if you were turned to ash, I would still recognize you!"
Xiao Similang chuckled and let his gaze wander to the three people beside them. "Who are these people? Aren't you going to introduce us?"
"You infuriate me to the point that I forget!" Feng Si Niang exclaimed.
She first pulled over Shen Bijun. "This is the young lady of the Shen family, renowned for their golden needles by the Daming Lake. She is now married to the master of the Jiangnan Wujishan Manor."
"And this one needs no introduction, I suppose?" Feng Si Niang pointed at Lian Chengbi.
Xiao Similang smiled. "The reputation of the Wuji Prince resounds throughout the land, so no introduction is indeed necessary."
Lian Chengbi bowed slightly, and Yang Kaitai took a step forward. "My surname is Yang, and my given name is Kaitai. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Xiao Similang's eyebrows arched. "Could you be the young master of the Yuanji Bank, the Iron Gentleman, revered by the jianghu as Yang Daxia?"
"I dare not, I dare not," Yang Kaitai humbly replied. "It's all due to the kindness of my friends in the jianghu. I wouldn't dare in front of Xiao...cough cough."
He had spoken halfway before realizing that he and Xiao Similang were now rivals in love, so he quickly changed his tone and straightened his posture, returning the bow. "Indeed, it is I."
Even as rivals, Yang Kaitai maintained a dignified expression, his gaze intense as he stared at Xiao Similang, exuding a proud aura.
Of course, Xiao Similang was unaware of this. Although he had just finished flirting, he didn't feel any sense of romantic attachment to Feng Si Niang.
Thus, he was oblivious to Yang Kaitai's proud aura and assumed that it was natural for Yang Kaitai, as the only secular disciple of Tie Shan, the supervising monk of Shaolin, to maintain such a solemn demeanor at all times.
Moreover, Yang Kaitai's reputation for uprightness and chivalry was well-deserved.
On top of that, Yang Kaitai had just offered to marry Feng Si Niang a moment ago, so Xiao Similang immediately returned the bow with a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Xiao Similang is just a thief and cannot compare to the Iron Gentleman."
Yang Kaitai's fist struck the air, and he felt a bit embarrassed, his face reddening as his proud aura diminished.
"Where, where? I dare not," Yang Kaitai stammered.
Feng Si Niang took a deep breath and said coldly, "Can you two stop exchanging praises? This is not an appropriate place for idle chatter."
The term "exchanging praises" was something she had learned from Lian Chengbi, who had mentioned that he and Yang Kaitai often engaged in such behavior.
This phrase had impressed Yang Kaitai, who marveled at it and praised it highly. He said that whenever he was invited to gatherings with other merchants, he would often hear them exchanging praises.
By the end of such gatherings, not only would they have discussed many business deals, but everyone would also be in high spirits.
Although Xiao Similang had never heard this phrase before, he understood the meaning of the word "praise," especially in the context of "exchanging praises." Thus, he smiled and said, "The fact that we are exchanging praises shows that we have accomplishments worth praising, so shouldn't we be happy about it?"
Feng Si Niang let out a cold laugh. "Others are also praising you for killing Li Laoye and Wan Daxia, stealing five hundred thousand taels of silver, and having formidable martial arts skills. They are blowing you up to be the number one evil thief in the jianghu. Are you happy about that as well?"
Xiao Similang shrugged. "Should I be crying and putting on a sad face instead?"
Feng Si Niang said, "You should, at the very least, find the person who framed you, cut off their head, and hang it at the gates of the Li family and the Qingping Swordsman. Let others know the consequences of framing you!"
...
Even though the night was already deep, the city had not completely fallen silent. Many people were still enjoying the colorful nightlife, while others toiled to make a living.
When old friends reunite, drinking together is a must.
Lian Chengbi led the way into a decent-looking tavern and ordered two bottles of Dukang wine. From a neighboring stall, he also ordered two roasted chickens and two pounds of mutton. Additionally, he asked a passing vendor for five bowls of dumplings.
Having already indulged in a bowl of lamb noodle soup earlier in the day, he was in no mood for another bowl of beef noodles that evening.
"How am I supposed to find the people who framed me when I don't even know who killed Li Laoye's entire family?" Xiao Similang asked lazily.
"So, you're just going to let them pin the blame on you?" Feng Si Niang inquired.
Xiao Similang took another bite of his dumpling and replied nonchalantly, "Since when did you become so long-winded? Why would I care about what the world thinks of me?"
Feng Si Niang retorted coldly, "Of course, you don't care about others' opinions of you, but what if you're perceived as an evil outlaw who breaks the moral code and harms innocent people? Won't the righteous heroes of the jianghu come after you to bring justice to the people?"
"The righteous heroes of the jianghu..." Xiao Similang couldn't help but laugh. "You and I both know what kind of people they really are."
"Hypocrites, greedy for fame and profit, all bark and no bite," Xiao Similang scoffed. "Killing me would indeed bring them great renown, but let them try. Let's see if they dare to lay a finger on me."
Feng Si Niang rolled her eyes, feeling helpless. "Although it's true that most of the so-called heroes of the jianghu are frauds, there are still a few genuinely skilled and upright individuals among them."
"What if someone like that misunderstands you and decides to make things difficult for you?" she asked.
Xiao Similang shrugged. "Let's cross that bridge when we come to it. If such a person exists and they come looking for me, then we'll deal with it."
Lian Chengbi leaned closer to Shen Bijun and whispered with a smile, "Am I right?"
Shen Bijun sighed and nodded, feeling resigned. "Yes."
She realized that Lian Chengbi was right about Xiao Similang. He was lazy and indifferent, appearing sloppy and carefree, but he held himself in high regard. He disdained the company of ordinary people and paid no heed to external opinions.
"Of course, I'm not referring to Brother Yang and Brother Lian," Xiao Similang added, glancing at the empty bowls on the table and the bottle of Dukang wine in his hand. Out of courtesy, he clarified, "You two are true gentlemen of the martial arts world."
Feng Si Niang glared at him and asked, "What if these two true gentlemen of the martial arts world decide to make things difficult for you?"
Xiao Similang merely smiled without responding.
Yang Kaitai straightened his posture, and Lian Chengbi shook his head, finding the situation amusing. Lian Chengbi picked up his chopsticks with his right hand, sipped the soup from the dumpling, and then lightly pointed the chopsticks towards Xiao Similang's chest.
Xiao Similang's eyebrows arched, and he also picked up his chopsticks, bringing them to his mouth before swiftly chopping towards Lian Chengbi's chopsticks.
Lian Chengbi's wrist twitched, and his chopsticks danced in the air, twisting and turning gracefully to avoid Xiao Similang's horizontal chop. He then aimed for Xiao Similang's throat.
Xiao Similang's eyes lit up, and he used his chopsticks like a sword, altering the trajectory to create an afterimage that swiftly slashed towards the tip of Lian Chengbi's chopsticks.
(End of Chapter)
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