novel bin Chapter 17 Yu Canghai's Disciple
Chapter 17 Yu Canghai's Disciple
Zhao Yu looked in the direction of the sound and saw two young men in their early twenties grabbing a waiter by the collar and pinning him to the table, their faces fierce.
Both men were typical Sichuanese men, with slightly dark skin, not very tall but broad shoulders and thick backs, exuding a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) air.
He wore a black swastika-patterned headscarf, a short blue cloth outfit with tightly tied cuffs and trouser legs, a palm-width cowhide belt around his waist, and straw sandals on his feet. He also had a long sword hanging from his waist.
These two were Shen Renjun and Ji Rentong, disciples of the "Ren" generation under Yu Canghai of the Qingcheng Sect.
Without needing to ask further, they were naturally sent by their master to monitor the movements of the Fuwei Escort Agency day and night in Fuzhou, and had been staking out the city for almost half a month.
While it was said that he was keeping watch, he was actually just loitering around the Fuwei Escort Agency, keeping an eye on what was going on inside, which is how he ran into Zhao Yu at the restaurant.
They were all from the underworld and didn't have much discipline, so they naturally kept watch while drinking and chatting.
However, an unexpected incident occurred today.
The two of them were in high spirits today and drank a few more glasses than usual, so the meal cost them quite a bit more than they should have.
They had come from afar in Sichuan and were not well-off. In addition, they had drunk a bit too much, and in a fit of temper, they decided to renege on their debt.
The Qingcheng disciples are used to running rampant in Sichuan, and even in Fuzhou they cannot shake off their path dependence.
"You son of a bitch, open your eyes and look carefully, we're from Qingcheng Mountain!" Shen Renjun grabbed the waiter by the collar, spitting all over his face, cursing loudly in a Sichuan accent.
"In Chengdu, we've eaten at every restaurant in the city, and none of them dared to charge us a single penny! You idiot, you dare to treat us like easy prey?"
The waiter was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his body trembled like a leaf: "Gentlemen, I wouldn't dare! The prices for the dishes and wine are clearly marked. You two ordered eight dishes and three jars of old wine, and the accountant has calculated everything clearly. We haven't overcharged you by a single penny..."
"Still dare to talk back?" Ji Rentong raised his hand to slap the waiter across the face. "Believe me or not, I'll tear this lousy shop down!"
The surrounding diners, seeing that it was martial arts practitioners causing trouble, dared not speak out and lowered their heads to eat their food, no one daring to step forward and interfere.
The shopkeeper huddled behind the counter, his face pale with anxiety, but he dared not step forward.
Zhao Yu sat by the window, his fingertips lightly tapping the table, his eyes flashing.
Just by listening to their Sichuan accents, he could guess their origins.
Zhao Yu was well aware of the Qingcheng Sect's purpose in coming to Fuzhou. He hadn't expected to arrive just in time for the beginning of the story. It seemed that Yu Canghai had already begun his scheme.
Seeing the waiter trembling with fear, Zhao Yu frowned slightly. He couldn't stand such oppression of the people.
Zhao Yu casually picked up a pair of chopsticks from the table, and with a slight flick of his fingertips, the chopsticks shot out like two shooting stars without him even making a move!
Two soft "hiss" sounds were heard, almost as one.
Shen Renjun's hand, which was gripping the waiter's collar, was suddenly pierced through his sleeve by chopsticks, causing his entire hand to involuntarily tilt downwards.
Then, the entire chopstick was driven straight into the solid wood tabletop, wedged perfectly between his fingers, without hurting his skin or flesh at all, but rendering him completely immobile.
On the other side, Jirentong's raised hand, which was about to strike someone, was also pinned to the table by another chopstick in the same way, and his sleeve was torn to shreds.
The unexpected turn of events startled the two men. They were taken aback, then their faces paled in shock. They assumed a hidden weapon was coming and instinctively pulled their hands away, drawing their long swords from their waists with a clang and holding them in front of them.
The two men huddled together back to back, shouting angrily, "Which bastard attacked us from behind? Show yourself!"
But when they realized that what was pinning their hands down were just two ordinary chopsticks, their faces instantly turned even more ashen, and a layer of cold sweat seeped out from their backs.
The ability to pinpoint their sleeves with a pair of chopsticks without causing any harm is a feat that no ordinary martial artist could achieve.
The two men gripped their longswords, their eyes scanning warily over everyone in the restaurant, their tone becoming much more subdued.
"May I ask which senior martial arts master is here? I am a junior disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, here in Fuzhou on behalf of my master. I have offended you greatly, and I hope you will forgive me!"
But the restaurant was completely silent; no one answered.
Just as the two were filled with doubt and surprise, a soft sound of a wine glass hitting the table came from the window.
Zhao Yu poured himself a drink, took a sip, and didn't even lift his eyelids.
He spoke slowly, "Paying for a meal is a matter of course. The Qingcheng Sect, a supposedly righteous and prestigious sect, can't even afford this small meal and drinks, yet they want to demolish someone else's shop?"
Shen Renjun and Ji Rentong looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man in his early twenties sitting by the window. He was dressed in a moon-white long robe, had a handsome face, and was drinking by himself without even glancing at them.
The two were taken aback at first, then exchanged a glance, their wariness instantly turning into disdain.
This kid looks even younger than the two of them, how could he possibly have that kind of skill? He probably used some kind of hidden weapon.
Shen Renjun's face immediately darkened, and he gripped his longsword, pointing it at Zhao Yu: "Damn it, was that you who spoke just now? How dare you meddle in the affairs of our Qingcheng Sect? You're tired of living!"
Ji Rentong sized Zhao Yu up and down: "Was it you who threw those chopsticks just now? Kid, you're trying to stick your neck out for someone without even knowing what you're capable of. Don't go looking for trouble!"
Zhao Yu finally raised his eyes, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
He was too lazy to waste words with these two clowns. He placed his fingertips on the empty wine glass in front of him and slightly channeled his inner energy.
With a soft "crack," the white porcelain wine cup was instantly shattered into several small pieces. Then, with a flick of his finger, the pieces flew through the air.
With two muffled thuds, Shen Renjun and Ji Rentong felt a numbness in their elbows and wrists at the same time. The hands gripping the sword hilts instantly lost their strength, and their arms involuntarily moved forward, causing the longswords in their hands to pierce each other's hearts simultaneously!
"Clang—!"
The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing echoed through the restaurant, sparks flying everywhere.
The two were terrified and desperately tried to turn away from their swords. They stumbled and fell to the ground, covered in oil and looking utterly disheveled.
When they scrambled to their feet and looked at Zhao Yu again, their arrogance had vanished, replaced by terror in their eyes, and even their sword-wielding hands were trembling slightly.
Only then did they realize that the seemingly young man before them was an unfathomable and unparalleled master!
If the other party had really wanted to take their lives just now, they would already be two corpses.
The two exchanged a glance, quickly sheathed their swords, and bowed to Zhao Yu.
Shen Renjun's tone was forced and composed: "Your...Your skill is truly impressive! We are disciples of Master Yu of the Qingcheng Sect, here in Fuzhou on official business at the behest of our master. May we ask your esteemed name so we may inform our master upon our return?"