69novels Chapter 15 A Trouble Caused by Tea, A Silver-Faced Spear with a Waxy Head
Chapter 15 A Trouble Caused by Tea, A Silver-Faced Spear with a Waxy Head
Wei Wuxun's tavern was not as luxurious as Yunmengju, which Qin Xiaoyi had taken him to. It occupied only a small shop on the long street and had a total of six tables.
When he and Lin Xian'er entered, there were already four tables of customers in the shop.
In the corner, a man sat upright at a table. He was quite handsome, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and thin lips that looked like two pieces of iron stuck together. If it weren't for the sparse dishes on the table and the limited amount of wine in front of him, one wouldn't even notice if he was speaking.
He was a young man as cold as a sword.
There were two tables against the wall.
There are two... people sitting at the table on the left?
The two sat facing each other.
The man on the left was frighteningly tall, wearing a plain blue cloth robe. This robe would be long enough on anyone, but on him it only reached his knees.
This man was extremely ugly, so ugly that even the money-grubbing prostitutes couldn't bring themselves to say he was handsome after receiving money. He wore a tall hat, making him look like a soul-reaping messenger from the underworld.
What's most chilling is his eyes—those strange eyes with blue pupils and blue light emanating from the whites of his eyes. They look nothing like a human, but like a ghost in front of a grave!
The person on the right resembled him, with high cheekbones, a hooked nose, and a wide mouth, but his entire face was ashen gray, and his cheeks were so thin that there was no flesh at all. His eyes shone with a green light, and even though he was wearing a bright red robe embroidered with black peonies, he didn't look like a human, but rather like a zombie in a coffin.
Perhaps because they looked frightening, the other two tables were kept far apart.
A table was placed by the door, and four people were sitting around it.
The tall man stood with his back to the door, while the short man sat opposite him. To his left was a young man with a purple face and a silver spear beside him, and to his right was a woman dressed in flamboyant attire.
The remaining table also had a guest, a one-eyed man, with six jugs of wine, two plates of meat, and a dish of dried tofu in front of him. Beside him were several javelins, the longest being 1.3 feet and the shortest 6.5 inches.
The man picked up a 1.3-foot javelin, poured wine on it, then picked up a piece of meat and carefully wiped it until the tip of the javelin gleamed with oil. He then put the meat in his mouth, chewed it slowly, picked up some dried tofu, wiped the grease off the tip of the javelin, and threw it back into the plate.
He smoothed the red tassel under the spearhead, unbuttoned his clothes, and saw a row of sword belts on his chest, densely packed with javelins, about forty in total.
When the curtain was lifted, a cold wind blew in, and much of the heat in the tavern dissipated. The guests at all four tables turned to look at them.
When they saw Wei Wu, apart from the woman who was dressed in a flamboyant manner and looked to be in her thirties, whose eyes lit up and who gave him a flirtatious wink, the others did not react much.
But when Lin Xian'er came in, the whole shop seemed to brighten up considerably.
Those pairs of eyes were like lit light bulbs, and the torches lit in the night made the atmosphere in the tavern even hotter.
Lin Xian'er loved the feeling of being the center of attention, but seeing that Wei Wu remained unmoved, her eyes darted around, and a look of fright appeared on her beautiful face. She timidly met the gazes of those around her, then quickly stepped forward and took Wei Wu's arm.
Wei Wu tossed her onto the empty table to the right of the "Soul Reaper," and then sat down at the table opposite the one-eyed man with his back to her.
The small tavern was quickly filled with customers at all six tables.
Lin Xian'er crossed her arms, tightened her cloak around her neck with a mournful expression, and looked at the shopkeeper with a pitiful expression. "Shopkeeper, I'm a little hungry, but I don't have any money on me. Could you please put it on my tab? I... I'll come back to pay you back in a couple of days."
Her voice wasn't affected; it carried a hint of timidity, as if she were out in public. She seemed like a well-bred young lady who had been lured away from home by "love" but ended up being cheated on by a man.
The way everyone looked at Wei Wu seemed a little off.
At this moment, the woman in her thirties suddenly chuckled and said, "I see your clothes aren't cheap, how come you can't even afford a meal?"
The crowd's attention shifted from Wei Wu to Lin Xian'er's clothes.
Lin Xian'er blushed with embarrassment. Her two delicate, flawless hands emerged from under her cloak, tightening her clothes. Her eyes welled up with tears, and her voice trembled with sobs: "No, is it not allowed? I'll go find another place..."
Her tearful appearance and pitiful voice stirred the blood of not only martial arts practitioners but also the elderly innkeeper, who patted his chest and said, "Miss, please sit down. Order whatever you'd like. It's on me today!"
After saying that, the old man glared at Wei Wu. If he had a daughter with such features, he would cherish her like a precious gem. But look at this man, he actually looks down on her!
"Thank you, thank you, you're such a kind person..." Lin Xian'er was deeply moved. She stood up and bowed to thank him. Then, a hint of embarrassment appeared on her fairy-like face. She glanced cautiously at Wei Wu and pleaded, "Could you give him one too...?"
Bang!
Wei Wu slapped out a silver ingot, "Bring wine and dishes. If you continue to pretend, I'll poison you and make you mute."
Lin Xian'er sat down with a pitiful look on her face, giving the "good person" shopkeeper an apologetic smile, not daring to say a word, making her look even more pathetic.
But after the silver ingot fell, the shopkeeper lost his kindness. He eagerly stepped forward to accept the ingot, bowing and scraping as he hurried into the kitchen.
conscience?
That's worth very little!
However, the shopkeeper had never been in the business world and had long been worn down by the hardships of life, so naturally he was focused on making money.
Which of these江湖人 (jianghu people) here doesn't harbor a grudge? They can easily turn a quarrel into a life-or-death situation, let alone "seeing injustice on the road" right now?
The purple-faced young man with the silver spear standing nearby immediately stood up, pointed to the empty seat next to him, and invited Lin Xian'er, saying, "Miss, why don't you sit here with me? If anyone dares to bully you, this silver spear in my hand isn't something I've practiced for nothing!"
As he spoke, he raised his silver spear and shook it, the tip of which pierced nine beautiful spear flowers in mid-air as he looked at Lin Xian'er with great interest.
Lin Xian'er only showed hesitation on her face, but the boy's eyes were practically darting away as he eagerly stretched his head to get closer.
The woman's face had already hardened, and especially when she saw the boy's appearance, her eyes were so cold that they felt like flying knives hitting his face.
This woman wasn't entirely without merit; her slender waist wasn't much wider than an A4 sheet of paper. However, compared to Lin Xian'er, she was like a female prisoner from a harsh prison compared to a celebrity with a beauty filter applied—there was absolutely no comparison.
Seeing that the young man completely disregarded the tenderness and affection of the previous night, she couldn't help but sneer, "With such a fine vixen like her, what chance do you, a mere pretty face, have?"
A boy's blush is better than any swear word.
He swung his spear through the narrow tavern with a whooshing sound, yet without harming a single person or damaging a single object. With a "whoosh," he retracted the spear, and the four-foot-long spear instantly sank more than a foot into the ground.
The boy, slightly out of breath, scoffed, "My title, 'Little Tyrant of the Iron Spear,' wasn't earned for nothing!"
The woman stared at him intently, then suddenly rose and smiled seductively. To Yang Chengzhu's astonishment, she sat down next to Wei Wu, close to him, and looked at Yang Chengzhu defiantly, saying:
"I think your 'silver-plated spearhead' is no match for this young man. Don't you agree, young man?"