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Chapter 340 - 231 Heroic Spirit Touches the Heart, Old Demon in Peril? (Seeking Subscriptions)

Chapter 340: Chapter 231 Heroic Spirit Touches the Heart, Old Demon in Peril? (Seeking Subscriptions)

The Murong brothers and Ning Qing were staying at a guesthouse with two trees in the courtyard.

One was a poplar, the other one as well.

At this time of the year, the leaves on the trees were almost completely fallen, only a few withered leaves remained on the tree on the left, like the last bit of stubborn hair on a middle-aged man’s thinning head.

The Murong brothers and Ning Qing were dining on the first floor of the guesthouse.

They sat by the window, facing the poplar tree.

The guesthouse business was mediocre; with just three or four tables of diners, it seemed somewhat deserted.

Just then, a burst of rapid hoofbeats rose, kicking up a trail of dust outside the door.

The horse arrived fast, and stopped just as quickly, clearly well-trained.

Soon after, new customers appeared at the guesthouse.

They were two men, both dressed in red with red hair and red beards, looking as terrifying as the red-haired ghosts depicted in paintings.

Ordinary people encountering such individuals would probably have fled already, like the couple at the front door who had put down their chopsticks and taken their child wrapped in swaddling to go upstairs, not daring to stay any longer.

However, the remaining three tables of people, including the Murong brothers and Ning Qing’s table, seemed to have a habit of being curious about the rare and extraordinary, not only did they not leave, but they were even subtly sizing up the two red-haired individuals.

Ning Qing couldn’t help but say, "These two are very strange."

The Murong brothers nodded and said, "The Red Ghosts from the Shanxi Chi Sect practice the Red Ghost Skill, which turns their hair and even their eyes red. It’s said that the female red ghosts inside are as ruthless as Rashamon but lure countless eager souls to their deaths with their striking red allure."

Facing Ning Qing, the Murong brothers continued to boast with the pride of an "old riverside" veteran.

Ning Qing looked at the Red Ghost, noticing that the eyes of the one on the left had a distinctly red tint, and couldn’t help but giggle, "You sure know a lot."

Hearing the praise from a beautiful woman, the Murong brothers felt their bones go soft with delight.

The two Red Ghosts, without uttering another word, just ordered a dish of peanuts upon entering the guesthouse, and began drinking from the liquor they brought with them.

According to the guesthouse rules, bringing their own liquor and ordering so little should not have been allowed, but the server, fearing he might be raped and killed, turned a blind eye.

In such a cruel world, to be able to work as a server in a guesthouse and survive three years certainly requires perceptiveness.

The two Red Ghosts had just sipped their drink when a set of heavy footsteps approached the entrance of the guesthouse.

It sounded as if someone was carrying a heavy load.

Very soon, the Murong brothers and Ning Qing were drawn to the person who entered.

It could only be said that the newcomer was a heavy weight himself, taller than the door, his body so yellow it appeared to be painted like a stone pagoda.

What was even more striking was the figure of a Daoist sitting on his shoulders.

The Daoist seemed very thin, but when he alighted from the giant’s back, the entire ground trembled slightly, giving a very profound impression.

Clearly, this sight was even more captivating than the previous two Red Ghosts.

The red-eyed Red Ghost, while eating peanuts and drinking, had become visibly more solemn.

"This Daoist is also very odd," Ning Qing said, curious as a child.

"There’s an old saying, ’Of the Daoists descending from Ba Mountain, nine out of ten are strange,’" the Murong brothers explained.

"Is this Daoist from Ba Mountain?" Ning Qing asked, puzzled.

"On Ba Mountain, there is a Yellow Stone Cave, where the Daoists often eat elixirs made from yellow stones, turning their bodies even heavier than the rocks. When they travel, they are often carried by the Yellow-skinned Warriors."

The Murong brothers continued to display their old riverside charm, explaining to Ning Qing.

Ning Qing quietly asked, "Are they formidable?"

"Very formidable. Each one is a first-class expert. Especially the Ba Mountain Daoists, Daoists are already not to be trifled with in the Martial World, and they are some of the most feared," replied the Murong brothers.

"Wouldn’t they be angry if we discussed them like this?" Ning Qing said, nervous.

"Don’t be nervous, luckily I am also an expert," the Murong brothers said with a sense of manly bravery.

"You’re truly amazing; I definitely chose the right person," Ning Qing praised sweetly.

The Murong brothers grew even more confident.

What can be done, the Green Saber old, no, Young Hero Murong is just that strong!

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside the door again.

Before the person arrived, a red carpet was laid and petals scattered as if a fairy from the heavens was about to descend.

Immediately after, a cotidian giantess like a mountain of flesh walked in, overshadowing the light at the doorway.

The giantess sported a small head atop a huge body, with the squeezing of her flesh against the door frame producing a noise.

Actually, her head was of a normal size, but when placed atop such a body, it looked no bigger than a mung bean.

And you know what? The head was rather pretty.

The first "fairy" struggled to squeeze in, followed by another who had even more trouble getting through.

After the second fairy came in, her gelatinous hands rolled up the red carpet on the ground, fashioning it into a red waistband.

Despite looking more exaggerated than a pig in her corpulence, her movements exuded an air of agility.

Even Ning Qing was astonished.

After these two fairies came in, they glanced at the Daoist and sat down at a table on their own.

Once they sat down, the bench was nearly swallowed up by their flesh and almost disappeared from sight.

"Who are these people?" Ning Qing exclaimed in surprise.

With so many strange people suddenly appearing at the guesthouse, it truly seemed miraculous.

At this point, even the Murong brothers’ expression had become a bit more solemn, and he responded, "The Meat Venerable from Qingni Temple."

"Meat Venerable," Ning Qing murmured.

"They believe in achieving divinity through the flesh, worshipping not the legendary Bodhisattva, but the master of Qingni Temple, the Meat Venerable. It is said that the Meat Venerable has lived for 212 years. In the past, there was a hero named Li Feixia, his Flying Knife was unmatched, known as ’never misses a shot,’ and he was considered an extraordinary hero in the Martial World.