A Seductive Gentleman Chapter 33

Chapter 33: The God of the Yellow River Takes a Wife – Part 3

Translated by: Ritpoppy

Ming ChangYan and XiaoHan Temple have had grievances accumulated for a long time, with deep hatred running between the two, a thousand times deeper than any body of water. It was old, worn-out news that everyone in JiangHu was aware of.

The old bald monkey led the young bald monkeys, wanting compensation from Ming ChangYan. The two were in a deadlock as the person dressed in black struggled opened his rope, yelling, "You sure have the guts!"

Ming ChangYan was austere as he sighed in regret: Such a familiar opening!

Sure enough, to further confirm Ming ChangYan's speculations, the man dressed in black suddenly jumped up.

"Do you not know who I am!"

Ming ChangYan was alarmed to see the other wearing all black with a long sword tied around his waist, on his side a black-veiled bamboo hat, and a three-foot-long cape draped along his shoulders.

"This ShaoXia is the Noble Gentleman! Ming ChangYan! Are you guys blind?!"

As soon as these words left his mouth, the little monk's willpower couldn't hold it and he burst out in laughter, "You? You're Ming ChangYan! HAHAHAHAHA!"

The hero who deemed himself as the Noble Gentleman was six feet tall, six feet wide, his expression filled with worry and joy. He was indeed very robust, so much so that the earth quaked and mountains rumbled. Truly a plump man.

The young monk tossed aside his garb. Even though you could see people pretending to be the Noble Gentleman everywhere across GuangLing, it was the first time he's seen a 'Ming ChangYan' this plump before. He mocked, "Ming ChangYan, you sure have eaten a lot in these two years. Have your skills all gone to your fat!"

'The Noble Gentleman' said, "What does that have anything to do with you, you bald monkey!"

The young monk said, "Since you're the Noble Gentleman, XiaoHan Temple have always done things for the good of the innocent, but you've exterminated so many sects, you're so hard working!"

When Ming ChangYan heard this, he promptly raised his hand, "Excuse me, let me interrupt you for a moment, when did Ming ChangYan exterminate another sect?"

The young monk raised his eyebrow and asked, "And who are you?"

Ming ChangYan laughed out loud, "To be honest, I'm actually also Ming ChangYan."

The young monk said, "What an annoying nuisance."

Without saying anything else, they began fighting. That 'Noble Gentleman' noticed that the situation was amiss before frantically running away. It was one versus four with Ming ChangYan at the disadvantage. Needless to say, he soon began thinking about a way to resist them.

He quickly said, "Hold up! Sirs, doesn't XiaoHan Temple use their mouths instead of their hands!"

The people from XiaoHan Temple looked at him, "Then let me ask you, where did this Ming ChangYan come from?"

Ming ChangYan waved his hands and retreated, "With pleasure, with pleasure, anywhere is fine! However looking at your expressions, you don't plan to let me go, do you."

The young monk cursed, "Fuck you! You jumped down and kicked us without any reasoning, and now you're accusing us of not letting you go?!"

Ming ChangYan turned pale with fright and put his hands together, "Amitabha, monks should not use such profanities."

The monk's expressions changed.

Even though XiaoHan Temple has the reputation of being a famous temple, their conduct was extremely simple and crude. In the past two years after the purge of Ming ChangYan, they didn't even pretend to act like monks anymore. Apart from the bald head and clothes of a monk, you wouldn't be able to tell they were monks. However, even if they didn't put effort into their outward appearances, they still forbid others from exposing them for it.

But now that Ming ChangYan said those words, it caused the bald monkeys to obtain just a little bit more face.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Ming ChangYan laughed, "I'm afraid that if I alone fight you four, it'll lose you a lot of face. So I've decided to fight you guys one on one so it won't be as embarrassing when you lose!"

The young monk said, "You arrogant and conceited ruffian!"

Ming ChangYan waved his hand, "I've already said I'm Ming ChangYan. If Ming ChangYan wanted to beat up you four, he wouldn't even need five needles!"

When he said this, from his cuffs, Ming ChangYan impressively pulled out four needles.

The young monk exclaimed, "He has needles! Could it be…."

The old monk scolded, "Why are you afraid of a few needles? Don't tell me that you think that Ming ChangYan is still alive! So many people saw him fall into the river that day, they're just a few needles. It's not like there aren't people who use needles!"

The two didn't suppress their voices in the slightest, so when Ming ChangYan heard them he began laughing even more viciously, "You don't believe me? If you don't believe me then come give it a go!"

The old monk was afraid that Ming ChangYan was bluffing while also noticing that this 'Noble Gentleman's' temperament was different from the countless others he's met. After hesitating for a moment he said, "Fine! Let's go with what you suggested! Pu Ti, go up and show him some moves."

Pu Ti was that swearing, dirty young monk. He walked a few steps forward and let out a loud shout. The remaining three monks retreated a few paces back, making it easier for Ming ChangYan and Pu Ti to fight.

XiaoHan Temple's martial arts were evolved from DaHan Temple with the majority of them coming from Buddhist scriptures, attaching importance to mercy, only injuring when necessary. While Ming ChangYan's Ghost Gate's Thirteen Needles was the complete opposite, fierce and oppressive, which can be fatal at times.

Ming ChangYan said, "You're lucky today you young bald monkey! This ShaoXia has recently learned a new technique, I'm letting you off lightly!"

When those words left his mouth, a needle shot out at once. It was as thin as a strand of hair making it almost impossible to spot. Pu Ti spread open his legs, regulated his yin and yang energy while vital energy enveloped his whole body. If it was an ordinary weapon, the moment it comes into contact with the aura around Pu Ti, it'll snap in half. But the Moondrop Needle is not an ordinary weapon. The needle that was connected to a string struck right into Pu Ti's acupuncture point.

Pu Ti only felt a slight pain in his thigh, but before he could even register a response, Ming ChangYan suddenly pulled both his hands back while rapidly retreating back two steps. Pu Ti's expression changed drastically, yelling, "Impossible!"

Ming ChangYan gave him a crafty grin as his two hands began to quickly move the needle and string. Pu Ti's two legs were immediately locked in place by him. He forced him to do a backflip, causing the other to land firmly on the ground.

As a result, Ming ShaoXia made the mistake of repeating old habits.

He grinned, opening his mouth he said, "What's wrong? Not a match for me so you decide to kneel for me? Oh, you mustn't, I'm not worthy!"

Ming ChangYan increased his pressure, the needle that was pinned in Pu Ti pressed deeper into his leg. Pu Ti immediately lost control over his legs, pulled down by a very vigorous strength, he kneeled directly on the ground. Without even a moment to catch his breath, Ming ChangYan pulled on the string once again. Pu Ti's foot instantly faced the sky while his head was buried in the ground.

Subconsciously, in order to protect his own head, Pu Ti's two hands propped himself up, creating the posture of doing a handstand. This sort of behavior was all due to Ming ChangYan. He was extremely mischievous. Holding onto the string like he was walking a dog, he pulled on Pu Ti and walked about the streets. How were Pu Ti's pitiful hands supposed to catch up with Ming ChangYan's foot? In just moments his hands started dripping with blood as he howled.

After Ming ChangYan had his fun, he sneered, "Pu Ti, water flows downhill whereas man struggles upwards*, how come you're going further and further down! Ah, no wait, I forgot, you're walking upside down."

(TN: Under the laws of gravity, water will always flow down. It means that if people don't work hard and struggle, they can only flow together with the tide.)

When the other three monks saw Ming ChangYan humiliate Pu Ti like this, their faces were both full of hatred and outrage as they suddenly grew claws. XiaoHan Temple was well-known for their fierce tiger claw technique. Ming ChangYan quickly said, "Hey! You guys are so unfair, didn't we come to an agreement that we'd face each other one on one? What are you doing now? Since you can't defeat me, you've decided to call for help?!"

"YOU!"

Ming ChangYan began withdrawing backward while saying, "You? What you? How could such a large sect not keep their word!"

The monks looked at each other in dismay, among them, one unexpectedly waved a rod and cut off the string that Ming ChangYan was using for control. The string had high elasticity; after being cut it shot back and slashed Ming ChangYan's hand, creating three red marks.

Without his needle, Ming ChangYan's heart skipped a beat. A wave of cold air rushed up from the soles of his feet, his entire body telling him to retreat.

He wasn't used to using this new technique that he had come up with yet. Now that the string he had poured what little spiritual energy he had into was broken, the situation wasn't looking good.

The old monk said, "This first round can count as your win! Now let me allow you to experience some of my skills!"

Ming ChangYan sorrowfully thought: How sad!

"Wait, I have something to say!"

The old monk asked, "What words do you have, say them quickly!"

Ming ChangYan retorted, "Why are you so anxious. I want to talk slowly, so slowly that my throat's sore. Old monk, it seems that you must be very old this year, old enough for half your foot to be stepping in a coffin. Just now you challenged me to a competition and I won while still having a disadvantage. If this were to spread among the cultivation circles and everyone began saying that Ming ChangYan bullied the weak and disabled, it would be too convenient for you. Wouldn't that ruin my entire reputation?"

The old monk fiercely said, "I pei! You yellow-haired rascal* that can't differentiate between right or wrong. I've always hated smooth talkers like you. Stand still! Take this attack!"

(TN: "黄毛小儿"; a derogatory phrase that means a naive and foolish child)

After he cursed out the phrase yellow-haired rascal, the old monk suddenly discovered that Ming ChangYan's hair was indeed a bit lighter, not a pure shiny black, and let out a few hearty laughs.

Ming ChangYan hastily recoiled back a few steps, raising his palm and hindered the other, "Ok ok ok, if you want to fight then let's fight. It's just that I'm a little tired after fighting with that other young monk. Let me loosen my muscles a bit so that we can fight to our heart's content!"

The old monk was skeptical but still lowered his rod.

Ming ChangYan stretched his arm and let out a yawn. Following which he put a hand on his waist while a hand lifted his thigh, then bent his lower back a few times before switching and bending his back three more times.

The old monk felt apprehensive: Strange.

Ming ChangYan massaged his foot a little and did a few more calf exercises. The old monk was still in doubt when suddenly, Ming ChangYan's figure moved and he broke into a run.

Following closely was miserable shouting that could be heard from every corner of the street.

"HUAI YU!!! HELP ME!!! HELP!!!"

The old monk was gobsmacked, realizing that he had just fallen pawn to this slippery little scoundrel. He was extremely furious, immediately running after him.

Ming ChangYan ran without any form of dignity. Along the way he ran like he was flying, his body moving fast ignoring everything, while his posture was extraordinary. He burst into the inn with the old monk following close behind. Ming ChangYan ran up the stairs like he had God on his side, taking three steps in just two steps. At last, when the old monk caught up to him, he jumped up and hid behind Huai Yu.

The old monk abruptly looked up the flight of stairs and noticed a young man who bore an unusual presence. His face as the appearance of snow, his aura refined, who seemed to have a dragon's talent and a phoenix's beauty, in other words, he was other-worldly. He couldn't help but be alarmed as he thought: Which martial circle does this child come from, how come I've never seen him before!

Ming ShaoXia survived by the skin of his teeth, finally letting out a breath of relief. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear and shamelessly boasted, "Old monk, if you want to fight me, you're going to have to have to do it over his dead body! I'll have you know that this is my Dge! He's not someone you can provoke!"

Huai Yu coldly glanced at him.

Ming ChangYan hesitated, "What are you looking at me for, you're the one who wanted to be my Dge. The Dge must naturally take care of the younger one. During the daytime, I help you carry tea and refill your water, now that my life is at risk, what's wrong with helping me!"

The old monk said, "Good!"

He glared at him while holding onto the metal rod he adopted the attitude of walking up the stairs. Ming ChangYan's heart trembled in fear, confoundedly tugging at Huai Yu's sleeves, "Little Huai Yu, you wouldn't just leave me out to die would you."

Huai Yu snorted, raising his hand at a more rapid speed than the old monk's movements. He slightly leaned his head to the side as tiny gold beads shot out like an arrow being shot by a bow. It wasn't even a millimeter off, directly striking three acupuncture points behind the old monk's knee, calf, and feet. The old monk kneeled down on the spot, his stomach feeling like a remarkable mess, and with a "bleugh" vomited a pool of yellow bile.

Ming ChangYan applauded, "Huai Yu, good boy, so loyal!"

As he said this, the other two monks who were carrying Pu Ti rushed over and saw the old monk laying on the floor. They immediately howled in rage and began to directly approach them. But no matter how hard the two tried they were unable to take even a single step up the stairs. They could only bounce and scuttle across the floor like a monkey performing tricks, awfully comical.

Ming ChangYan was uproarious as he took joy from the misfortunes of others. Occasionally clapping his hands, occasionally cheering.

Only after he had his fun did he ask, "Huai Yu, what was the weapon that you used earlier? I saw a flash of golden light and thought it looked familiar."

Huai Yu answered, "Gold beads."

When he first opened his mouth, Ming ChangYan still hadn't fully comprehended it yet.

After quite a while, he was shocked, "What?"

Huai Yu gave him an unfathomable look, "What are you doing talking so loudly, it hurts my ears."

Ming ChangYan's heart ached, pitifully saying, "How are you able to say such words with a straight face."

The gold beads rolled a few more times on the ground before stopping. Ming ChangYan promptly walked downstairs and picked up a few of them. Raising his head, Pu Ti was fixedly staring at him with hatred in his eyes. Ming ChangYan suddenly realized something; just before he went back upstairs, he didn't forget to retrieve the three Moondrop needles that were still stuck in Pu Ti's legs.

He let out a miserable shriek. Ming ChangYan covered his ears and said, "Pardon me, I'm currently at a shortage of needles right now. If I don't get them back then I won't have anything to use next time."

Pu Ti said, "You….you, who are you!"

Ming ChangYan said, "Me? I'm Ming ChangYan! But you guys, is there nothing for you to do so you came to GuangLing? And bullying the common people without reason too!"

Pu Ti didn't even reply yet when from the doorway came the voice of a teenager.

"Yan-jiejie! Is that you inside!"

Ming ChangYan turned around and locked gazes with Huai Yu.

The next moment Zhao XiaoLan gracefully came in. The fragrance of rouge and flowers soon filled the entire building occasionally accompanied by the soft sounds of a bell. Zhao XiaoLan carried a bouquet of osmanthus flowers as he vigorously exclaimed, "I knew it was you! Earlier Zhu-xiong and I saw your figure while roaming the streets, except they had a man's voice so I wasn't sure. Then when I came over here to take a look, it turned out it really was you!"

"Yan-jiejie, your fake male voice sounds a lot like a man!"

Zhu Rong followed closely behind. When he saw Ming ChangYan, he gave him a courteous smile.

Ming ChangYan said, "Really! I also think it's quite alike!"

Zhao XiaoLan began fawning on him at once, "Yes, very! Other than the Ugly Goddess of Mercy, I've never met anyone that sounds so similar!"

The Ugly Goddess of Mercy is an amiable appearance master in JiangHu. Whether it was changing one's voice or appearance, their skills were impeccable. Whether this person was a man or a woman, tall or short, fat or skinny, every time they showed up they wore a different face and had a different figure, just like how the real Goddess of Mercy could change into countless forms. To this day, not a single soul knew of this person's true identity nor of their appearance. Even though this person was called the Goddess of Mercy, their conduct was nothing like the good deeds of the goddess. Their methods were sinister and devastated chivalry, thus deemed the Ugly Goddess of Mercy.

Ming ChangYan laughed, "Ugly Goddess of Mercy? Hahaha, you're making me feel embarrassed. If you've actually met the Ugly Goddess of Mercy, how would you be frisking around right now?"

Zhao XiaoLan continued, "Yan-jiejie this is a great time to bump into you. Zhu-xiong and I were just about to go stop He Bo from taking another wife, you might as well come with us!"

Ming ChangYan questioned, "He Bo taking a wife?"

Zhao XiaoLan nodded, "Right at YanDang River, follow me."

Huai Yu said, "With this epidemic in GuangLing, many sects from the martial circles have sent people to come help. But they miscalculated, the number of people who came were too small compared to the number of people getting sick. Up until now there still haven't been any breakthroughs. Presenting He Bo with a wife didn't seem to improve the situation, on the contrary, made things even worse; so they began changing the time of sacrifice from every ten days to every three days."

Hearing this Zhao XiaoLan suddenly saw the light, "No wonder I saw so many hasty people with knives and swords on the streets."

The four began their journey to YanDang River, but who would've imagined that halfway there, from in front of them appeared a man.

Zhao XiaoLan and Huai Yu sightly widened their eyes.

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