SWDnovel Chapter 176: Are You Acquainted With This Beggar? (12)
Chapter 176: Are You Acquainted With This Beggar? (12)
Meanwhile, Qing, who had returned after sending one guy away, was surprised.
What’s this wall of women?
As if some Jade Qilin had appeared.
...No, he really did appear?
Qing pondered for a moment.
Should she pretend to know him or not?
The conclusion came quickly.
There’s nothing to gain by pretending to know him now.
After that distribution, she’d just click her tongue with a blank face while pretending to be a beggar.
She’d have to see him in human form at the Murim Conference.
As Qing was considering her escape angle, suddenly...
Peng Daesan, approaching urgently with large strides, grabbed her wrist and pulled.
“Ouch, what are you doing?”
“Shut up and follow me.”
In fact, she could shake him off easily if she wanted to.
Not just shake him off, she could even grab him and swing him around like a weapon.
But rather than breaking through that wall of women guarding the Jade Qilin and escaping, it was more advantageous to take the alley first, so she obediently let herself be dragged along.
However, that chatterbox was not obedient.
“Oh my, why are you doing this? No matter how urgent, you shouldn’t do this. First, you should set the mood gently. Hmm. It won’t break even if you squeeze that hard.”
Suddenly feeling pressure squeezing her wrist, Qing said.
The beautiful wrist of the White Hand Demonic Arts, which contends for first place among the Ten Great Demonic Arts under Heaven, is an indestructible vajra that wouldn’t break even if hit with a hammer, let alone grip strength. Due to insufficient realm, it’s not invulnerable, but extremely difficult to break. R̃ÁꞐȰ฿ЕS
“You, what on earth have you been doing? What’s all this?”
Qing flinched.
As a Peng Daesan expert, his friend’s voice burst out in the highest danger level ultra-low frequency voice from the start, according to his mood-based vocal range classification.
Qing tried to play it off.
“Ah. Did I get caught? You recognized me well. Wow, is this what they mean by having a good friend? Long time no see, San.”
Peng Daesan’s eyes trembled violently.
It was the most terrible form among all possible scenarios of meeting a female friend.
Reuniting with Ximen Qing was the worst.
“Just what, what have you done, the man who just left...”
Peng Daesan’s voice trembled.
If Peng Choryo had heard, she would have known it was a sign of an impending explosion of anger, but Peng Choryo was the highest authority who had raised Peng Daesan on her back, so how could Qing know?
“Ah. That guy? I don’t know why there are so many guys like that these days. A perfectly fine guy tried to harass me in broad daylight, so I beat him up, extorted some money, and chased him away.”
“What?”
Peng Daesan’s expression suddenly twisted.
Remembering the subtle expression of the harasser with evident tear marks, it meant that his words about seeing his grandfather in paradise and returning actually meant he was beaten and briefly fell into the Yellow Springs before coming back to life.
The deep relief was short-lived, followed by anger erupting like an active volcano.
“Ha. You call that an explanation? What? Beat him up and extort money? For that bit of money, your face- no, do you even have any intention of living with your head held high in the Central Plains?”
“San, my friend, first calm down a bit...”
“Do I look like I can calm down? Ha, do you know what all the men in the city are saying about you?”
“Um... There’s a foul-tempered female beggar who beats you up if you touch her?”
“Ha. They say there’s a beggar prostitute who sleeps with a hundred men a day as the city’s specialty. Even though I just arrived around lunchtime today, I’ve already heard about it.”
“What?”
Qing’s expression also soured.
“These damn bastards, which bastard spread such rumors? Who, who said such things?”
“All the men in Zhangwan.”
“Damn it.”
Qing’s insides boiled.
What’s this and that?
Alright, I was wrong, I was wrong.
I should have just burst their heads with the delicious taste of the Black Slaying Demonic Palm instead of a head flick.
“This won’t do. Which bastards are they? I’m going to cut their limbs into star shapes.”
The light in Qing’s eyes gradually disappeared.
Seeing Qing unable to hide her anger and instead raging, Peng Daesan’s energy drained.
“I did a proper job pretending to be a beggar because I had a plan. If I was ambiguously beggar-like, wouldn’t everyone be suspicious?”
For a moment, Qing’s Righteous Karma was deducted by one point.
In fact, she had no plan.
However, Qing, who didn’t keep her status window open, didn’t know.
Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.
“Then, what do you plan to do now?”
“The flower beggar will exit, of course. I was planning to just laze around until the Murim Conference. But that won’t do now. After I bolt like this, I’ll take a bath in the middle of the night. Ah. You hate dirty things, right? Please understand. It would be strange if a beggar was clean, right?”
“It’s fine.”
Peng Daesan, who was usually very particular about cleanliness, unexpectedly gave a plain affirmation, contrary to expectations that he would be horrified.
What’s this? Is it a friend privilege?
Has this Peng Daesan finally realized the preciousness of friendship?
“Ah. Right. If I disappear like this, won’t it be troublesome for you, San? You’ll become the guy who slept with a beggar who receives a hundred customers a day.”
“Don’t ever bring up that talk, even as a joke. It’s something that should be hidden forever.”
“Your voice is getting low again. Hmm, how about this? Actually, the flower beggar was a Great Demonic Adept hiding her identity, and San, the great expert of the orthodox faction who recognized this, chased her away after a fierce bloody battle.”
Even Qing thought it was a very convincing story for something made up on the spot.
It could explain the disappearance of the flower beggar and simultaneously raise Peng Daesan’s reputation, truly killing two birds with one stone.
“Then, I’ll see you at the Murim Conference.”
“You’re going to leave like this again?”
“Of course?”
“Becoming the guy who slept with a beggar doesn’t seem so bad. No, rather it’s good. Those annoying women following me will fall away, so isn’t it a good opportunity? Moreover.”
“Moreover?”
“Hmm. Never mind.”
Peng Daesan swallowed his words.
If it were to be exposed later, the two of them matching their stories might seem even more suspicious, so he couldn’t do that just in case.
But a man doesn’t show off his good deeds.
“What? Why did you stop mid-sentence? There are two things that make people angry, and one is stopping mid-sentence.”
Qing looked at Peng Daesan as if to show off.
Peng Daesan quietly waited for the rest of the words.
Only after a long staring contest did Peng Daesan realize he had been had.
“Forget it. Let’s just go together and get an inn room. You can slip out after cleaning up completely. Why would a woman take a secret bath in the middle of the night, what if someone peeps?”
“Oh. San. I’m about to be touched again.”
“Enough. After you slip out, come to the Zhangwan Daoist Temple later. We have the same destination, so is there any reason to go separately?”
“I’m sorry, but that’s not possible.”
“What? Why?”
Peng Daesan’s eyebrows twitched.
Qing answered with a serious expression.
“As a swordsman, I cannot endure the humiliation of staying at a half-sword sect. Ahem.”
“Kuk.”
Suddenly, Peng Daesan burst out laughing.
Though he was clearly trying to hold it in, his face turned red as he struggled to hold back the wind trying to escape.
“Why don’t you just laugh if it’s funny? Do you feel like you lose if you laugh?”
“I’m not... laughing...”
“Uh... hnng...”
“Kheuk.”
Peng Daesan suddenly made a sobbing sound.
Even so, he stubbornly refused to let out the sound of air escaping from his lungs, truly showing his determination.
“Alright. So it’s the Zhangwan Half-Sword Sect, is it? Ah. Is Miss Peng there too?”
“That damn half-sword talk... If you mean my sister, unfortunately yes.”
His laughter not completely subsided, Peng Daesan’s voice went up about a semitone.
At this, Qing quickly changed her words.
“Then, it’s back to the Zhangwan Daoist Temple. As a friend who has shared the Dao with Miss Peng, insulting the Dao is like insulting me. If you say great sword, isn’t it just two sword blades put together? From now on, I’ll call swords twin daos. With two Moonlight Twin Daos, the day when the Moonlight Twin Twin Daos roar is not far off.”
At this, Peng Daesan’s gaze towards Qing settled down completely.
It was a look that said, “My goodness, how can there be such a woman in this world?”