Chapter 50 Gathering in One Hall

Chapter 50 Gathering in One Hall

"Someone, come."

Upon reaching the door, Liu Qingkong called out, and immediately two green-clad disciples emerged.

Liu Qingkong smiled and said, "Since you've come from afar, I'll have someone take care of your mounts with fodder."

"Thank you."

Su Mo nodded and handed the horses over to the two disciples along with Yang Xiaoyun.

Only then did Liu Qingkong speak again, "Please follow me."

He led them through the villa, past artificial hills and flowing streams, fragrant pavilions and small terraces, until they arrived at a hall.

Just as they approached, they heard an "Ouch!" followed by a figure suddenly flying out of the hall's entrance.

Coincidentally, it headed straight for Su Mo.

Judging by the person's posture, they had likely been thrown out.

Logically, one would extend a hand to catch such a person as a simple gesture.

However, Su Mo grabbed Yang Xiaoyun's hand and stepped aside, showing no intention of catching the person.

As the person flew past, they couldn't help but glance at Su Mo, their eyes filled with shock, as if scolding him for his lack of humanity...

The person then crashed to the ground, grimacing in pain.

Su Mo didn't even spare them a second glance; instead, he looked at Liu Qingkong silently.

Liu Qingkong chuckled awkwardly, "Young Hero... please forgive the disturbance."

Then he turned to the man on the ground, "Is Great Hero Wang alright?"

"...Hmph, fine."

The man got up quickly, glaring fiercely at Su Mo before angrily looking into the hall, "You bastard! Sneaking attacks—what kind of hero is that? If you're capable, fight me face-to-face for three hundred rounds!"

With that, he rushed back inside.

Liu Qingkong hurriedly said, "Everyone, please don't fight..."

He wanted to rush in to stop them but remembered Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, so he quickly added, "Please follow me."

He then dashed into the hall.

Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun exchanged glances, sensing there were many people inside the hall.

Back in Pingfeng Town, the waiter had mentioned that others had visited Jade Willow Villa during this period. Could they all be here?

With this thought, they stepped into the hall.

They heard someone sneer, "Your brute strength is wasted in the martial world. You'd be better off working at a dock, where you might become wealthy and live comfortably. Why risk your life in the martial world?"

The speaker was a middle-aged man, thin and wrinkled, with a sharp nose and bright, rat-like eyes. A few sparse mustaches barely formed two greasy whiskers on his upper lip.

His hair was sparse, yet he wore white robes, trying to look elegant, with a disdainful gaze.

In his hand, he held a folding fan, open to reveal four large characters: "Gentleman as Jade!"

Besides him, several others were present in the hall.

Monks and laypeople, men and women, all gathered together.

When Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun entered, the group shifted their attention from the man surnamed Wang and the "Gentleman as Jade" to them.

Seeing two young people, they merely glanced briefly before turning away.

The man surnamed Wang exploded with anger, "Shut your damn mouth! If you're capable, fight me for three hundred rounds!"

"Gentlemen use words, not fists."

The "Gentleman as Jade" merely smiled, sipping tea, looking quite pleased with himself.

"You!!"

The man surnamed Wang's face flushed with rage, veins bulging on his arms, ready to attack.

"Great Hero Wang, hold it!"

Liu Qingkong hurriedly shouted, "In Jade Willow Villa, please remain calm."

"Steward Liu, you saw it. It's not that I want trouble, but he's being too arrogant. All I want is to fight him and pluck those greasy whiskers off his face."

Liu Qingkong's lips twitched, "All of you are guests here. Jade Willow Villa welcomes friends from the martial world. However, there's a rule: no fighting within the villa. This is the master's decree. If anyone disobeys, I cannot bear the responsibility. Please don't make things difficult for me."

These words seemed to be about not making things difficult for Liu Qingkong, but he invoked Liu Suifeng.

Sure enough, the two men in the hall calmed down.

The man surnamed Wang sat down heavily, taking a fierce sip of tea.

The "Gentleman as Jade" smiled lightly, "Steward Liu is right. We are guests today, not troublemakers. Naturally, we won't make things difficult for you... By the way, when will Master Liu have time to see us?"

"Please be patient. I'll inform the master and ask him to decide. Please wait here."

Liu Qingkong then looked at Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, "Please feel free to sit anywhere. I'll be right back."

"Steward Liu, please do as you wish."

Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun naturally followed suit, sitting down. After serving them tea, Liu Qingkong turned and left.

Once Liu Qingkong was gone, the hall fell into a profound silence.

In this grand hall, apart from two chairs at the head, there were ten additional seats.

Seated were a middle-aged monk, a woman, a gentleman of jade-like demeanor, a scholarly-looking man with a pale face, two swordsmen, and a boorish man surnamed Wang!

Now that Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun had taken their seats, nine out of the ten chairs were occupied.

Su Mo's gaze swept over everyone. The middle-aged monk had his eyes half-closed, his rosary beads turning in his hands, seemingly reciting scriptures silently.

The woman's age was indiscernible; though she looked young, her eyes held a hint of weariness.

The gentleman of jade-like demeanor was smiling as he drank tea, his beady eyes darting around, scrutinizing everyone.

The scholar held a book in his hand but hadn't read a single word; his head was tilted as if he had been sleeping for a long time, and upon closer inspection, the book was upside down.

Though the two swordsmen looked different, their postures were similar—stern faces, like stone carvings, showing no emotion.

The boorish man was drinking tea noisily, with a green-clad maid from Jade Willow Villa standing beside him, refilling his cup with a cold expression.

She filled one cup after another, and he drank each one, as if using tea to drown his sorrows.

At this moment, Su Mo was pondering the words of the gentleman of jade-like demeanor, "We are here today as guests"... today?

Hadn't they already been here for many days? Were they just arriving today?

As these thoughts raced through his mind, he heard the gentleman of jade-like demeanor speak again:

"Purple Sun? Young Hero, are you a disciple of the Purple Sun Sect?"