bookcurios Chapter 228 The Angry Qingmeng
Chapter 228 The Angry Qingmeng
Chapter 228 The Angry Qingmeng
Unlike their arrival, which was characterized by arrogance and haughtiness, the manager and martial artists of the Bodhi Dojo fled in a chaotic panic, disappearing completely in an instant, and the courtyard of the nameless dojo returned to its usual tranquility.
But amidst this peaceful atmosphere, Su Yang, who had distinguished himself in the battle, felt a sense of unease. He had a strong premonition that he would not receive a reward, but rather a cruel and inhumane punishment.
The reason was simple: besides the joy in the eyes of the venue owner and Master Long, there was another unfriendly gaze fixed on him. The owner of those eyes was none other than the omnipresent and all-seeing Master Qingmeng.
As expected, Su Yang's premonition was absolutely accurate. He heard Master Qingmeng speak to him calmly: "Su Yang, your performance today was very good, and your skills have greatly improved."
To help you improve further, I've decided to double your training today. Practice that punch with the same force as before, a thousand more times.
"Why? Master Long said that if I embarrass the dojo, I should train even harder, but I just made our dojo proud!"
Su Yang could only foresee the outcome of the matter, but not the cause. So, while weakly defending himself, he cast a pleading look at Long Wu.
But Master Long, who had been calm and composed when facing the people from the Wu Elder Association, now had a flicker in his eyes, rolled his eyelids, and pretended to be trying to remember, saying, "Really? Did I say those things just now? Alas... I'm getting old, I don't remember some of them."
Clearly, Qingmeng's words always exuded an invisible pressure, so great that even someone as arrogant as Long Wu in his usual speech and actions would find it difficult to withstand.
Fortunately, Qingmeng always persuaded people with reason, and quickly gave an explanation: "Su Yang, although your punch just now was very powerful and caused great damage to the enemy, you were completely unable to control it."
"It's just fighting a third-rate martial artist, is it really necessary to use every ounce of strength? Look closely, the scattered Yuan energy almost demolished the courtyard, and we had to pay for the repairs ourselves!"
Qingmeng pointed to a crooked, dilapidated pergola in the courtyard, her face showing a look of deep sorrow.
"So that's the reason! I had completely forgotten the irrefutable truth that in Master Qingmeng's eyes, any damage to one's own property is an unforgivable crime!"
Upon seeing the pergola that Qingmeng was pointing to, Su Yang suddenly realized what was going on.
But when it comes to financial loss, there's no reasoning with Master Qingmeng. Making him practice the boxing technique a thousand times is already an act of great kindness on his part.
But do I really have to practice a thousand more times? And with the exact same power as that punch from before? Without the help of some magic pill, will I turn into a dog after a thousand punches?
After understanding the reason, Su Yang quickly came up with a brilliant plan. This kind of plan had little effect on others, but it was sure to work on Master Qingmeng.
“Master, this pavilion is rather dilapidated. I have long wanted to fund its renovation, and now is the perfect time.”
Su Yang blinked rapidly, held up a finger to Qing Meng, and asked, "How about this, I'll contribute a thousand taels of silver as a contribution to the temple to rebuild a pavilion, is that alright?"
This move proved remarkably effective. Qingmeng said in a gentler tone, "Why didn't you say so earlier? I see that you're quite young and yet you managed to throw that punch. It's not easy. You should calm down and reflect on it. As for practicing your boxing techniques, we can talk about that later. There's no need to rush."
"Thank you for your teachings, Master!" Su Yang breathed a sigh of relief and replied loudly.
"I also have a pill here, I'll give it to you as well. Just remember to bring that thousand taels of silver as soon as possible, don't delay the construction of the pavilion."
With his losses recovered, Qingmeng was in high spirits and casually tossed a pill to Su Yang, which looked exactly the same as the one he had just taken.
"Disciple understands! The silver will arrive tomorrow morning!" Su Yang hurriedly replied as he took the pill.
Alright, the crisis is over, everyone can go about their business! Everyone began to cultivate according to their usual methods.
Xiao Chong didn't cultivate much during the day, as the starlight was obscured and the cultivation effect wasn't as good as at night.
Fatty and Yin Feng are native martial artists of the Tianyun Continent. When cultivating, they must follow a set procedure. They each find a place to sit down and begin to absorb the medicinal power contained in the pills they have just eaten.
Long Wu dragged out his bright silver spear and brandished it around the courtyard, creating dazzling spear patterns the size of bowls, demonstrating some unknown spear technique.
Su Yang found a corner and began practicing his punches and kicks meticulously. Of course, this practice was the same as usual, not like what Qing Meng had said, to practice the punch he had just thrown a thousand times.
In addition, the power of the pill he just ate has not been fully digested in his body, and he needs to absorb it slowly. Moreover, the insights he gained when he threw the punch just now also need to be carefully experienced little by little.
Qingmeng's cultivation method was the most unconventional. He conjured up a fat, juicy roast chicken from who-knows-where and began to devour it.
Despite her slender frame, she possesses incredible strength; her small body contains terrifying power. This is likely related to Qingmeng's voracious appetite and gluttony.
The courtyard of the nameless dojo has become quiet again, and the atmosphere is exceptionally peaceful, like a family enjoying themselves.
However, there are always some particularly annoying people in this world who jump out from time to time to cause trouble. So, just as everyone was getting ready and hadn't even had a chance to rest, the peaceful and harmonious atmosphere of the nameless dojo was broken.
"I want to see which one of them has the audacity to cause trouble in Baisha City and even kill or injure members of the Martial Elders Association!"
With a loud shout, the gate of the nameless dojo was kicked open, and a group of unfriendly-looking martial artists, led by a bald, burly man, burst in.
"Chief Zhu, it's this bunch of murderers! Not only did they ignore my good advice, they even killed one of my brothers who came with me! You must avenge me!"
The manager, who had returned empty-handed in the morning, jumped out, one hand covering the blood-stained white gauze wrapped around his forehead, the other pointing at the people from the nameless dojo, and shouted loudly at the bald, burly man.
The bald, burly man nodded to show he understood, glanced around at Xiao Chong and the others in the courtyard, and finally fixed his gaze on the strangely-looking Long Wu, saying, "Are you the owner of this dilapidated dojo? You've got some nerve, daring to go against the Martial Arts Association!"
"I, Zhu Dachang, am the instructor leader sent by the Martial Elders' Association to Baisha City to pave the way for the establishment of the Bodhi Dojo. Today, I will demolish this small dojo. Those of you who kill members of the Martial Elders' Association will all pay with your lives!"
"Sigh, another blind and reckless person. Without even asking around, he comes in thinking he's so clever. Can't he see that your Master Xiao is the one in charge of this temple?"
Seeing Zhu Dachang immediately turn his attention to Long Wu upon entering, Xiao Chong sighed inwardly and remained silent. He simply couldn't be bothered with such a reckless fellow.
Just as Xiao Chong was sighing inwardly, Zhu Dachang said again, "So that's why you dare to be so arrogant. It turns out you have a few Grandmaster-level martial artists. But you're wrong, terribly wrong!"
"Do you think you can act so recklessly in White Sand City just because you have a few Grandmaster-level martial artists? Look at the men I brought; every single one of them is a Grandmaster!"
After speaking, he pointed to the martial artist behind him.
Xiao Chong and the others looked in the direction of the sound and saw that among the group of martial artists brought by the other party, apart from the manager who was unfamiliar with martial arts, each of them had an amazing aura and were all at the level of a grandmaster, although their cultivation levels varied.
"Is being a Grandmaster really that great? Your Uncle Xiao is already a Grandmaster, you just can't tell." Xiao Chong chuckled inwardly, taking the other party even less seriously.
Long Wu was very pleased that the other party had referred to him as the owner of the nameless dojo, which made his vanity soar to unprecedented heights.
Although it would seem unwise to respond with Xiao Chong, his unruly master, present, Long Wu was unwilling to let go of this golden opportunity to show off.
He chuckled and said, "You have good eyesight, you actually managed to see that the Fifth Young Master is no ordinary person. I'll spare your life later."
Long Wu spoke vaguely, only pointing out the nobility of his status, but not daring to admit that he was the master of the Nameless Dojo.
"Spare my life? You've got that backwards!" Zhu Dachang was taken aback by Long Wu's words and laughed as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke. He looked at the master martial artists he had brought and said, "Tell me, are the people from the Nameless Dojo scared out of their wits by me?"
"Chief Zhu's divine might is unparalleled. It's no wonder that these clowns would be terrified and lose their composure upon hearing of his reputation!"
"He's terrified, he's definitely terrified!"
The martial artists brought by Zhu Dachang burst into laughter, showering him with flattery with ease, clearly having done this kind of thing many times before.
"Where did the Wu Elders Association find this bunch of idiots? How can their IQs be so low? It's really disappointing!"
Seeing the way this group behaved, Long Wu found it amusing and decided to give them a good lesson in intelligence, so he wasn't in a hurry to take action.
But Qingmeng's temper wasn't so good.
"Why so much nonsense? You broke down my door, and you still dare to grumble here?" Qing Meng rushed up to Zhu Dachang like a gust of wind, stretched out a small, delicate white hand, and said with an unfriendly expression, "Give it to me!"
"Take...take what?" Zhu Dachang didn't react for a moment and asked blankly.
"Silver, of course, or spirit stones will do!" Qingmeng glanced at the other party with disdain and said matter-of-factly, "You damaged the gate of the dojo, don't you have to pay for it?"
"You want me to pay for your gate?" Zhu Dachang finally understood Qingmeng's meaning, and immediately turned around to the martial artists behind him, laughing so hard he could hardly breathe, as if he had seen the funniest thing in the world. "Listen to this, this little girl actually wants us to pay for her gate! Isn't that hilarious?"
"Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous! When has our Wu Lao Hui ever paid compensation for forcibly demolishing someone's gate?"
"The ramblings of a mere young girl are nothing to take seriously, leader! I find these people to be rather illogical and their thinking is questionable."
Upon hearing their leader's words, the martial artists brought by Zhu Dachang immediately echoed his words and burst into laughter.
These people were all martial artists at the Grandmaster level. When they deliberately laughed, their Yuan energy was naturally abundant, and their voices soared into the sky, making the roof tiles rattle loudly.
"Crash!" The pergola in the courtyard was already dilapidated and could not withstand such a disturbance. It collapsed with a loud crash after being shaken.
"You damaged someone else's property, and you don't want to pay for it?" Qingmeng's face grew increasingly grim.
"Little girl, get out of the way right now, don't spoil our leader's mood!" a martial artist in the opposing group roared.
Not only did they refuse to pay for the broken things, but they also dared to verbally abuse people! Do they think your Qingmeng girl is made of clay?
Seeing that this group of people were clearly acting like scoundrels who didn't want to pay compensation, Qing Meng was in a terrible mood. Suddenly, he leaped up more than three zhang high and threw a powerful punch at Zhu Dachang on the head.