The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1163: Masters Gather Like Clouds

Chapter 1163: Chapter 1163: Masters Gather Like Clouds

Drunken Fairy Pavilion is not very famous in Shanghai City, but it is a frequent haunt for literati and scholars.

The restaurant is designed in an antique style, with three floors, located outside a scenic area, and it’s usually quite crowded.

Here they serve traditional Shanghai City cuisine, and patrons can write calligraphy after their meal.

If it’s good, the meal is on the house.

This place is said to be a century-old establishment, and it has many calligraphies and paintings hanging on its walls, with one floor dedicated to exhibitions.

Third Master Zhang’s calligraphy hangs in there, not because his handwriting is particularly good, but because no one dares to disrespect him.

The restaurant owners did not recognize him at first. After he finished his meal and heard about the calligraphy policy, he insisted on writing something in return for a free meal.

The owner said to go ahead and brought out the fine paper for him to write on.

He was not modest at all; despite having no ink in his belly, he dared to wield a brush and splatter ink, immediately composing a couplet.

The first line read, "With cage in hand and birds alight, I am Zhang Taidou."

The second line read, "Managing fish with strings attached, dare you not submit."

The horizontal inscription read, "A carefree life!"

The restaurant, accustomed to seeing fine writing, could not appreciate this crooked and twisted script with no proper structure.

They suggested Third Master Zhang practice for another three years, refusing to give him a free meal and saying they would hang his calligraphy after that time.

Third Master Zhang became angry, summoned over a hundred troublemakers, and had them sit in the restaurant without daring to do anything, staying put for an entire day.

Upon inquiring, the owner realized — alas, they had offended King Yama.

They had no choice but to bow down, hanging the couplet up and even placing it in the center above the entrance.

Customers would see the couplet as soon as they walked in the door.

Today, Third Master Zhang has booked the place for himself.

He also invited his friends to keep up appearances; these friends were none other than well-known Ancient Martial Arts Masters from Shanghai City.

They all pledged loyalty to Zhang Hengyu and naturally showed face to Third Master Zhang.

Usually, these masters either ran martial arts gyms or served as personal martial arts instructors and bodyguards.

Each of them adept with swords and spears, their presence was extraordinary, representing different Sects with formidable skills.

As soon as they entered the door, Third Master Zhang excitedly began to introduce them to his calligraphy.

These Martial Warriors, what did they know? Recognizing a few large characters was already thanks to compulsory education.

Upon examining the couplet, hmm, the characters seemed neat, with both horizontal and vertical lines, and it even rhymed quite well when read.

To the expert eye, it was considered trash, yet they all praised with fists clasped, saying, "Third Master, your literary brilliance is dazzling, truly the work of a master."

"Third Master, today has truly been an eye-opener."

"With such skill, Third Master, you must be at the Grandmaster level in the world of calligraphy, right?"

Third Master Zhang grinned, stroking his beard, eyes alight with joy as he modestly waved his hands, "You flatter me, you flatter me. This is but a minor achievement, not worthy of high society."

A group of people followed him upstairs at his invitation, with the owner graciously seeing them to the front desk all the while cursing inwardly, "You old rascal, fully aware of your meager skills, yet you hang your calligraphy in my main hall."

His Drunken Fairy Pavilion was originally a high-end establishment, but since that calligraphy was hung, other respected literati wouldn’t bother coming anymore.

It became a joke in the circle.

When Third Master usually came by, he was accompanied by just one or two people.

Today, the gathering was huge, with four sturdy men guarding the doors and all the corridors filled with men in black traditional Chinese attire.

Sitting in the center with a group of Martial Artists, the waiters approached to pour tea, their hearts nearly jumping out of their chests at the sight of these burly men.

A Martial Artist asked, "Third Master, who are you hosting today? Who in Shanghai City commands such respect?"

This Martial Artist had come down from Songshan.

Despite having returned to secular life, his cranium protruded prominently, marked with two rows of scars that indicated his former ascetic identity.

The calluses on both hands were thick and yellowish, a clear sign of a true martial practitioner.

Third Master Zhang picked up the lid, skimmed off the froth on his tea, and sighed, "These past few days, some young punk with weird techniques has appeared out of nowhere. When he fights, he aims straight for the groin. A bunch of my boys have had their ’eggs’ snatched by him. He even has the audacity to tell me to wait for him at home with a clean behind. I, Zhang Taidou, have lived a long life, yet this is the first time someone has dared to threaten me like this. I called you brothers here today to deal with this brat."

The skilled fighters at the two tables all felt a squeeze below as they listened.

You look at me, I look at you, and for a moment no one could think of any Sect that specializes in targeting the groin.

A martial instructor from the Songshan Sect scratched his head and cursed, "Damn turtle’s grandson, such a sneaky character. When he comes, I, Iron Head Wang Er’qiang, will headbutt him to death, no doubt about it."

"Brother Wang is most honorable!"

Third Master Zhang thanked him with a fist and palm salute.

This martial instructor was named Wang Er’qiang, and he practiced the Iron Head Skill in Songshan.

This wasn’t just any ordinary Iron Head Skill where you simply headbutt stones or slap bricks.

Wang Er’qiang’s Iron Head Skill included not only external training but also internal Qigong.

During a fight, he would suspend his qi at the crown.

His body followed the movement of his qi, like a cannonball.

A thirty-centimeter-thick concrete wall, he could burst a hole in it with his head, earning him the nickname ’Human Cannonball’ in the Ancient Martial World.

Someone else saluted and said, "Third Master, rest assured, if that punk dares to show up, I, Wuu Jun with my Iron Fan, will absolutely castrate him."

With the opening of his fan, there was a loud clap.

A metallic iron fan buzzed like a buzzing blade, its edges flashing with an intimidating cold light.

This fan could be used for both close-quarters and long-distance attacks.

During an encounter, a flick of the wrist could send it flying like a full moon, easily decapitating a foe within thirty meters.

"In our Ancient Martial World, we can’t allow such a brutal thug to remain. If he dares to appear, I, Li Zhenbiao of the Hong Fist, won’t spare him either."

"Nor will I, from the Cai Lifo Fist Sect, let him off!"

"Neither will the Enigma Fist Sect overlook this."

With Southern Fists and Northern Kicks, most of the martial instructors here belonged to Southern Fist Sects.

One martial instructor sat silently; Third Master Zhang and the rest paid their respects with a fist-and-palm salute, especially addressing him, "Brother Han Shan, what are your thoughts?"

The other martial instructors quieted down, all looking up respectfully to this particular instructor.

Han Shan, a renowned figure in the Martial Arts world, practiced the Northern Eight Trigrams Palm. He had been unbeaten across all major Sects since his youth, and by his forties, he had broken through to the Grandmaster Realm.

He was taciturn and brooding, rarely speaking.

He came here originally having heard of Zhang Hengyu’s fame, looking to challenge him.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Hengyu defeated him without even moving a muscle.

Since then, he’s been content to serve as a retainer in the Zhang Family, and his martial skills have become deeply unfathomable.

Some say he has reached the legendary Qi Sect level.

With the ability to harm using qi alone, sending cattle flying through the air without touching them was nothing extraordinary for him.

Third Master Zhang spoke, and only then did Han Shan raise his fist in salute and say in a deep voice, "Third Master Zhang’s troubles are my troubles; there’s nothing more to say."

Third Master Zhang exclaimed joyfully, "With Brother Han’s word, I’m at ease."

Here, there were numerous experts of Ancient Martial Arts.

But still, Third Master Zhang valued Han Shan the most. With Han Shan around, he felt confident.

Suddenly, there was a scream from downstairs.

The experts upstairs were shocked, some nervous enough to stand up.

Someone came running up the stairs, clutching at his groin, rolled on the floor, and shouted at Third Master Zhang, "Third Master, the Egg-Thief Demon has come, and the brothers have had their ’eggs’ snatched away!"