O43novel #225 - Biological sister, male sister, or true fate? (Please order)
#225 - Biological sister, male sister, or true fate? (Please order)
Night. No stars, no moon.
In a moss-covered courtyard, a large pot was set up, filled with boiling meat, the broth a milky white, emitting fragrant aromas.
At this moment, four figures in black robes were eating meat and drinking soup.
The pot itself was absurdly large, capable of stewing two oxen without issue, and their chopsticks and spoons were even more ridiculously long.
Each pair of chopsticks was three zhang long, longer than the Overlord Spear, and with chopsticks like these, even picking up meat was a significant challenge.
Yet, the four black-robed figures ate with great enthusiasm, because they weren't feeding themselves, but others.
Their existence seemed to illustrate a principle: as long as they helped each other and worked together, everyone could eat their fill.
A large pot of meat was quickly devoured, with even much of the soup consumed, leaving behind large bones bobbing in the broth.
Having eaten their fill, the black-robed figure on the left spoke, "Old Devil Duan wiped out C Village, costing us four floors directly. What do we do now?"
She deliberately lowered her voice, trying to sound like a man, but you could tell she was a woman.
At this moment, the black-robed figure opposite her twitched the mahjong tile 'One Dot' mask on his face and said, "That bastard Duan went after the wrong people. Why did they have to provoke Old Devil Duan? They even got wiped out, and the village was burned to the ground. What a disgrace to the immortals."
This black-robed figure spoke with a Yun Yu accent, but it didn't sound authentic.
Whether this Yun Yu accent was just an act, or whether he actually knew it but deliberately spoke it incorrectly, no one could figure out.
"Old Knife Handle, what do you think?"
Faced with the question, the black-robed figure with a large knife handle hanging on his face said, "In all the years of the Underworld Manor, we've rarely had such a tragedy. So what if Old Fang died? So what if the manor was burned? But if people's hearts are burned away, then things will get ugly.
How will the martial world see us in the future? How will they view the 'Underworld Manor' brand?"
The female black-robed figure said, "Then what do we do? How about you take the lead and take out Old Devil Duan?"
Old Knife Handle sneered and said, "Me take the lead? Why would I take the lead? For something like this, we'd at least need the one on White Jade Capital to speak up."
At this point, the three couldn't help but look at the one to the north.
This person had a half-grown mustache, his left cheek unshaven, making him look young and handsome, while his right cheek was bearded, making him look refined and shrewd.
He spread his hands and said, "But it's been years since anyone could ascend to White Jade Capital."
"Why can't you ascend?" the female black-robed figure asked.
"Four years ago, White Jade Capital was enveloped in immortal mist. No one who went in ever came out," the mustached man explained.
"Immortal mist? Is the Capital Lord's 'Longevity Sword' really about to be completed?" Old Knife Handle said with a solemn expression.
The mustached man shook his head and said, "No one knows. If the Capital Lord is still alive, then he's probably close to succeeding."
The other three all nodded.
They had all been to White Jade Capital before and knew the situation there. If the Capital Lord had stayed there for four years and was still alive, then he had likely succeeded, or at least reached the point where he could abstain from eating for several years.
Because there was no food in White Jade Capital unless you ate the corpses that disappeared into the immortal mist.
Being able to emit immortal mist was a sign of the Longevity Sword breaking through.
Involuntarily, fear and envy appeared in the eyes of the four.
Old Knife Handle pondered and said, "With the Capital Lord absent, let's leave this matter as it is for now."
The other three nodded, the answer implicit.
The Underworld Manor controlled countless assassins and was a very powerful force. The four present were all at the manor lord level, but that was just one of their identities.
Ultimately, the Underworld Manor was just one of their forces, a tool for making money and killing people, but they were unwilling to risk their lives against Old Devil Duan.
Although they cooperated fully when eating meat, appearing very tacit, they were not truly of one mind.
Unless someone could put pressure on them.
And the person who could put pressure on them had been in White Jade Capital for several years, never appearing.
As long as the Capital Lord appeared, trash like Old Devil Duan and Green Knife Old Devil would naturally die miserably, and they wouldn't have to trouble themselves like this.
However, the few also knew that Old Devil Duan was petty. This time, it was C Village that had offended him, but it was hard to guarantee that this guy wouldn't hate them and their manors as well, so they had to be careful.
After burning the Underworld Manor, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers naturally had to return to their own manor.
The Underworld Manor was large and magnificent. Duan Yun had even considered impersonating the manor lord and developing it into a heroic manor, but after all, it was the territory of filthy characters. Staying there for a short time was fine, but he was unwilling to live there permanently.
Although Jade Pearl Manor was dilapidated and pitifully small compared to the Underworld Manor, and even seemed to be a 'feng shui treasure land' near the graveyard, the people inside were lovely.
Only by living in Jade Pearl Manor would Duan Yun and the Murong brothers feel at ease and happy.
Yes, that was where heroes should live.
Now that they had done something big in the martial world again, they should naturally enjoy themselves.
The two hired a luxurious carriage, which not only had space for them but also for the gray donkey Little Gray and the horses.
Thus, a carriage pulled by four horses appeared on the road, carrying not only people but also a horse and a donkey.
Besides the pearl, the two young heroes had also obtained a lot of ill-gotten wealth.
The Murong brothers dragged out a box of gold that they had found in the Impermanence Hall and said, "This time, we got a lot of gold. How do you plan to spend it? Before we go back, should we go to Wangchun City to have some fun?"
Yes, even the Murong brothers, who were from a wealthy family, thought it was a lot of gold.
Gold that could buy them a lot of happy times in a place like Wangchun City, a den of luxury.
For a time, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers fell into thought, even feeling a little troubled.
A happy trouble.
How should this gold be spent? They couldn't use it for low-class pleasures, could they?
Duan Yun looked at the scenery outside the window and said, "Besides what we use, let's donate the rest."
The Murong brothers couldn't help but reveal an admiring expression and said, "No wonder you're ranked ahead of me in the young heroes list. Your awareness as a young hero is indeed higher than mine."
This wasn't the first time Duan Yun had donated money. During the Yuzhou flood last time, he had donated everything he should have donated.
It had been quite painful back then, but this time it wasn't so painful.
Yes, Duan Yun, as a young hero, was gradually experiencing the joy of not having so much money.
He was happy being a young hero, and he was happy looting ill-gotten wealth, but after getting so much wealth, he wasn't so happy anymore.
Because he had always lived a life that wasn't so wealthy.
And he was happy even when his life wasn't so wealthy.
It would be a waste to leave this money with him, and he would have to worry about it being stolen. If he spent it lavishly, it would also be a waste, even a sinful waste.
After all, he had passed through some prosperous towns on the way, where many people could afford to drink tea and listen to books, and gambling dens and brothels were everywhere, but some places were very poor, with children looking malnourished, not even having tasted eggs, and some farmers dying of exhaustion, unable to afford even a thin coffin for burial.
So this gold and silver had really become a burden to him.
So the best thing to do was to donate it.
Who to donate it to? Duan Yun naturally had a plan in mind.
Bodhi Charity Hall was probably the sect he trusted the most.
So he decided to donate it to Bodhi Charity Hall.
This was probably the first time the Murong brothers had donated so much money, and the first time was always exciting and exhilarating. He even felt this joy in advance.
For some reason, being with Duan Yun, he had had many firsts.
Things he had never thought of before, he was now doing one by one, and not only did he not feel any discomfort, but he also felt a sense of joy.
This person seemed to have a magical power that filled his life with different experiences.
He couldn't help but want to shout out that sentence: "I want to be a hero!"
This was also why he had wanted to die, but now he didn't want to die more and more.
Now that this heavy burden had a place to go, the two felt relaxed both physically and mentally.
Winter, the sun was bright, the warm sunlight shining on them, very comfortable.
Duan Yun and the Murong brothers couldn't help but lift the curtains of the carriage to enjoy this rare good weather.
The horses pulling the carriage were good horses, with steady and powerful steps, and the coachman was also a good hand. Even if you drank wine in the carriage, the wine wouldn't spill a drop.
This was the enjoyment before donating the gold, and Duan Yun and the Murong brothers were definitely not stingy with this enjoyment.
They basked in the sun and drank wine.
When he first crossed over, Duan Yun didn't like to drink.
The ordinary wine in this world was the same species as the white wine in his previous life, but it seemed rougher and not as good as Happy Water.
But as he drank, he tasted the flavor.
Especially when he drank with the Murong brothers and Shen Ying, the taste was even better.
Now the two slowly drank wine and talked about interesting stories along the way.
Duan Yun couldn't help but say, "Actually, I have someone I know in Yuanling."
The Murong brothers said, "That corpse-driving brother?"
Duan Yun nodded and said, "I wonder if he's married yet."
The Murong brothers said, "Why don't you ask? Maybe you can have a glass of wedding wine. I know that in Yuanling, people usually get married around the New Year."
Duan Yun smiled and said, "That's not necessary. We've been out long enough, and we can't delay the New Year."
The Murong brothers' expression became serious and said, "You're right!"
People can't not eat, and people can't not celebrate the New Year.
It's too lonely to be drifting outside during the New Year.
But at this time, the Murong brothers felt a bitterness in their hearts.
They were both returning to Jade Pearl Manor, but Duan Yun had people waiting for him, more than one, while he had no one.
At this time, a carriage passed close to their carriage.
The curtain of the opposite carriage was also lifted, so they saw the people in the carriage.
It was a pretty woman in blue clothes.
When the carriages were side by side, the woman even peeked at them.
Being peeked at by a beautiful woman was undoubtedly a very pleasant thing.
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After the carriages passed each other, the Murong brothers couldn't help but say, "Who do you think she was looking at just now?"
Duan Yun crossed his legs and said, "Looking at you."
The Murong brothers said with a happy face, "I also think she was looking at me!"
For a time, a feeling of excitement was generated in his heart.
He couldn't help but say, "I think she and I are destined."
Duan Yun looked at his appearance, and his cheeks couldn't help but twitch and said, "Could it be your sister."
"Your sister!"
"I wish Shen Ying and Yu Zhenzhen were all your sisters!"
The Murong brothers cursed.
Duan Yun: "."
In front of them was a waterfront town.
Duan Yun and the Murong brothers planned to stay here tonight.
Unexpectedly, as the Murong brothers said, they were destined with the woman in the carriage.
When they stayed at the inn in the town, they were in the same inn, even sitting in the dining room on the first floor to eat.
The Murong brothers couldn't help but mutter, "I told you! When fate comes, you can't stop it."
Duan Yun couldn't help but complain, "There's only one town to stay in nearby, and there's only one inn in the town. What kind of fate is this?"
The Murong brothers didn't care and said, "I think you're just jealous of me!"
It had to be said that the woman in blue would still glance at them from time to time when eating, as if she was really interested in one of them.
The Murong brothers were very nervous and excited, making him look like a virgin who had just left the boudoir.
Duan Yun behaved normally.
This woman was good-looking and dressed well, but compared to Shen Ying, Yu Zhenzhen, and the Murong brothers' sisters Feng Ling'er and Fu Wanjun, she was inferior.
This kind of roadside romance was not as exciting as the time he opened Shen Ying from the coffin.
At this time, the woman had finished eating, and when she got up, she looked over here again, even smiling at Duan Yun and the Murong brothers.
With this smile, the Murong brothers' souls were hooked away.
"She has me in her heart!"
"Our children must be very beautiful!"
At this time, he had already taken out the longan-sized pearls, wondering which one to give when they became engaged.
Duan Yun couldn't help but say, "You haven't even said a word, why are you so excited?"
The Murong brothers smiled and shook his head and said, "You don't understand."
His performance really made Duan Yun suspect that this woman in blue was his sister.
Duan Yun couldn't help but remind him, "Actually, she's not the only one smiling at you."
"What! There are other people destined with me!"
"Who is it?"
The Murong brothers suddenly became nervous.
"Look at those two by the window, they've been staring at you, and they're still smiling at you," Duan Yun said.
The Murong brothers looked over, and his chrysanthemum couldn't help but tighten.
I saw two one-eyed men staring at his ass and showing "charming" smiles.
"And the one at the door, he's been looking at you for a long time."
The Murong brothers looked over again, and his chrysanthemum tightened even more.
It was a middle-aged scholar, who looked quite gentle, but at this time he was not only looking at him but even licking his lips.
"And..."
"Don't say it, I have to go to sleep quickly."
The Murong brothers couldn't stand being so popular and quickly returned to his room.
The next day, in the inn, the Murong brothers and Duan Yun came to the dining room on the first floor to eat breakfast.
There were more people in the morning than in the evening, and they waited for a while before getting a table.
Before they could eat a few bites, the Murong brothers were stunned.
Because the woman in blue came down.
This woman appeared to be new to the martial world, as she seemed momentarily stunned to find the dining hall without any available tables.
Upon noticing the Murong brothers and Duan Yun seated together, she glanced over again, her face flushing slightly.
After a brief pause, she subtly bit her lip and approached them.
The Murong brothers secretly observed this, growing so nervous that one of them stepped hard on Duan Yun's big toe, muttering, "No way."
She wouldn't come over here, would she?
Could it be that she really wants to have sons and daughters with me?
"May I sit here?"
The woman's voice was pleasant to hear.
Whether by coincidence or not, the bustling dining hall suddenly quieted down as she spoke, allowing everyone nearby to hear her question.
Those around couldn't help but look over, causing the blue-clad woman's face to flush even more.
The Murong brothers were still standing there, stepping on Duan Yun's toes. Duan Yun, afraid his toes would be crushed flat, quickly said, "Of course, you may."
The woman sat down, her cheeks flushed, and said, "Thank you."
This time, both Duan Yun and the Murong brothers were somewhat surprised.
Although the Murong brothers made a lot of noise about it, he was very clear that although he was handsome, he was still a little bit worse than Duan Laomo. The woman's glances and smiles were probably for Duan Yun.
Duan Yun felt the same way.
But this time, the woman sat at the table and peeked at the Murong brothers.
Appearing somewhat shy.
This made Duan Yun nervous.
Nervous for the Murong brothers.
This woman...
He was both nervous that this woman might be the Murong brothers' half-sister and nervous that this woman might not be a woman, in which case the Murong brothers would suffer the pain of heartbreak again.
Yes, there were many men in the martial world who looked like women, even more beautiful than women, such as the Peacock Old Devil who had been killed by him.
Duan Yun considered himself a little bit better than the Murong brothers, but he was far inferior to them in terms of attracting men.
Was this woman a real sister, a male sister, or the Murong brothers' true fate?
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