Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 150 - 111 weighty as a mountain

Chapter 150: 111 weighty as a mountain

"Boss, bring a pot of wine!"

Fang Zhixing took a seat and called out.

"Oh, coming right up!"

The tavern owner suddenly awoke, hurriedly chuckled, and with a smile plastered across his face, warmly greeted him.

Fang Zhixing drank his wine and ordered another five pounds of beef and a dish of peanuts as a snack, leisurely enjoying himself.

Before long, dusk fell, and the rain and snow not only continued but became heavier.

The sound of horse hooves approached from far and stopped outside the small tavern.

"Ay, welcome the three of you, come in and take a seat," the tavern owner warmly invited.

Fang Zhixing glanced over and saw three people walking in.

They were two men and a woman, a middle-aged man and two youths.

The middle-aged man and the youth were robust and powerful, with a steady gait.

Especially the middle-aged man, who carried a Heavy Blade nearly one meter eighty in length, as broad as the width of two palms held together, and with an exceptionally thick blade.

At first glance, it looked like a large cleaver.

The young woman who accompanied them was also agile with wheat-colored skin.

Her appearance, although not stunning, was somewhat pleasing to the eye.

"Dad, let’s sit over here," the girl spoke, choosing a spot near the window.

"Hmm, alright!"

The middle-aged man nodded and, without changing his expression, took a stealthy glance at Fang Zhixing before slowly sitting down.

He unslung the Heavy Blade and propped it against the table.

The three ordered wine and dishes and ate quietly, without any idle chatter.

Soon, an old man walked in, holding a wine gourd, and shouted, "Boss, fill up my gourd with some loose wine."

The owner laughed and said, "Old Lin, still the cheapest Bamboo Leaf Green?"

"Yes, yes, the cheapest. I can’t afford the expensive stuff," the old man said, chuckling as he paid.

Suddenly, he turned his head and his gaze fell on Fang Zhixing.

"Oh my, Hero Fang!"

The old man immediately got excited, walked over, and started bowing and scraping in gratitude.

Fang Zhixing eyed the old man, thought for a moment, and soon came to a realization.

In the past few days, he had been distributing relief supplies, and this old man was one of the beneficiaries.

"Old man, buying wine, eh," Fang Zhixing said with a smile as he gestured.

The old man, full of gratitude, smiled and said, "Thanks to your help, Hero, otherwise where would I find spare money to buy wine!"

Fang Zhixing smiled, then called to the owner, "Cut two pounds of beef for him and put it on my tab."

The old man waved his hands, saying, "That’s not necessary, truly not necessary."

Fang Zhixing insisted, "How can you drink without some food to go with it? Boss, make it quick."

The boss hurriedly agreed, "Right away! So you’re Hero Fang, my apologies, my apologies! All the common folk of Chizhu Town are in great debt to your kindness! I’ll give you a half-price discount!"

Fang Zhixing didn’t object but simply smiled.

Before long, the old man left with a beaming face.

Meanwhile, Fang Zhixing got up to ask where the latrine was so he could relieve himself.

After Fang Zhixing left, the middle-aged man immediately called the owner and asked, "Who exactly is this Hero Fang?"

The owner gave a thumbs up and replied with a smile, "This Hero Fang is a legendary hero. He alone eradicated Seven Evils Manor and saved who knows how many people."

"What, Seven Evils Manor has been eradicated?!"

The middle-aged man’s face changed drastically, shocked and incredulous, finding it hard to believe.

He quickly asked, "What’s the name of this Hero Fang?"

The owner replied, "Fang Zhixing!"

The middle-aged man furrowed his brows, seeming unfamiliar with the name.

After a while, Fang Zhixing returned.

The middle-aged man immediately stopped talking.

Fang Zhixing sat down, wiped his hands, and went back to drinking and eating his meat.

A short time later, the middle-aged man turned to the owner and asked, "Is there a place to stay in the town?"

The owner replied, "There’s a guesthouse at the end of this street, but that guesthouse has closed down."

The middle-aged man asked, "Why did it close down?"

The owner replied with a smile, "That guesthouse was operated by Seven Evils Manor, a den of thieves that scammed people to death. It should have been shut down long ago."

The middle-aged man suddenly understood, his brows knitting into a knot.

At that moment, the young woman spoke up, "Dad, there’s a Shuijing Temple not far from here, why don’t we stay there for the night?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, "That’s a nunnery. You can go, but it wouldn’t be quite appropriate for us men."

The young woman was unperturbed, laughing as she said, "What’s there to fear? Aren’t you and Master Yun Xin old friends? She wouldn’t give you the cold shoulder."

The middle-aged man’s face showed hesitation, undecided.

Just then, Fang Zhixing suddenly spoke up, "Are the three of you friends of Master Yun Xin?"

The middle-aged man turned around and, with a clasped hands salute, said, "I am Li Fengdeng. I’ve had the honor of meeting Master Yun Xin a few times, but I wouldn’t dare claim close friendship."

Fang Zhixing replied, "I am Fang Zhixing, currently residing in Shuijing Temple. If you need a place to stay, you may lodge there tonight."

After pondering for a moment, Li Fengdeng nodded and said, "Thank you, Hero Fang."

After a brief exchange, the conversation ceased, and they each attended to their meals.

Shortly afterward, all four finished eating and left together on horseback.

Riding on the street, Fang Zhixing casually asked, "Elder Brother Li, where are you headed in such haste?"

Li Fengdeng answered, "To be honest, we are rushing to Cloud Tiger Mountain."

Fang Zhixing blinked in surprise and exclaimed, "The Cloud Tiger Mountain where the Black Tiger Sect’s Cloud Tiger Hall is located?"

Li Fengdeng nodded and confirmed, "Indeed, Cloud Tiger Hall!"

Fang Zhixing, understanding the situation, curiously asked, "Could it be that you are with the Black Tiger Sect?"

Li Fengdeng waved his hand, laughing as he said, "No, but I am sworn brothers with Cloud Tiger Hall’s Hall Master ’Zhuo Yuqiu’, and right now he’s in trouble, so I am rushing to help him."

Fang Zhixing’s lips twitched.

Then, putting on a look of surprise, hardly believing it, he chuckled and said:

"Cloud Tiger Hall has massive influence, with numerous experts, and Hall Master Zhuo Yuqiu is renowned; what kind of trouble could he be in?"

After saying that, he added, "I am quite curious by nature, just asking casually. If Brother Li finds it inconvenient to share, just pretend I didn’t ask."

Li Fengdeng spread his hands and said, "To tell you the truth, I’m also in the dark about the specifics of the trouble.

But I did indeed receive a letter for help from Hall Master Zhuo, and the letter didn’t specify what exactly happened."

Fang Zhixing nodded in understanding, asking no further.

The group soon arrived at Shuijing Temple.

Master Yun Xin, upon hearing the news, came out to greet them, and upon seeing Li Fengdeng, her eyes lit up, she smiled and said, "I didn’t expect to have the fortune of meeting a descendent of ’Hongmao Blade’."

Li Fengdeng, too, was filled with emotion and sighed, "Sister Yun Xin, it’s been more than ten years since we last saw each other, hasn’t it?"

Master Yun Xin nodded, responding, "Nearly twelve years, indeed. Our last encounter was in Wind Pass Town where we hunted down a formidable demon together."

Li Fengdeng was instantly flooded with memories and said with emotion, "It was sheer luck that we survived that time."

Master Yun Xin’s gaze then turned to the young woman accompanying Li Fengdeng, and in surprise, she said, "You, could you be...?"

Stepping forward, the young woman performed a respectful salute and said, "Rongrong pays her respects to Aunt Yun Xin."

"Indeed, it is Rongrong!"

Master Yun Xin’s smile beamed brightly as she sighed, "Just like that, you’ve grown so much; last time I saw you, you weren’t even up to my waist."

Li Fengdeng laughed warmly, saying, "The child has grown up and become much more sensible."

He then turned to another youth and introduced, laughing, "His name is Li Zhbiao, my adopted son."

The youth appeared somewhat shy and hastily gave a proper and formal greeting.

Everyone entered the temple premises.

Soon, lodgings for the three were arranged.

Li Rongrong was to stay with Master Yun Xin as they had old times to catch up on.

Li Fengdeng and Li Zhbiao were accommodated in the guest quarters next to where Fang Zhixing was staying, becoming next-door neighbors.

Fang Zhixing returned to his room and looked around, his face involuntarily contorted.

The furniture in the Zen room was all chewed up; the table had lost a leg, and the porcelain lay shattered on the ground.

On the bedclothes of the large bed, there was even a pile of excrement.

"Xigou!"

Fang Zhixing was livid, his thoughts transmitting rage.

Xigou did not respond at all.

Fang Zhixing picked up a stick and rushed into the next courtyard over.

As expected, Xigou and Little Flower were frolicking.

"What, what are you doing?"

Seeing Fang Zhixing with the stick, filled with anger and approaching, Xigou was scared stiff and took off running.

"I was just kidding with you, why are you getting angry?"

Xigou broke into a frantic run.

Fang Zhixing stamped his foot and his body streaked like a red line, quickly giving chase.

A stick landed on Xigou’s backside.

"Awo~"

Xigou cried out in agony, howling, "You seriously hit me, it hurts so much!"

Fang Zhixing grabbed Xigou by the neck, lifted him up, and angrily said, "That’s for your mischief, that’s for your mischief! Today I’m going to skin you alive!"