Chapter 89: Gong Sun's Sword Dance

  Tang Wei did not deny that there was indeed this reason, in fact, the Wang family disappeared and new families would come to fill the gap. These families didn't make much contribution to the country either, sometimes they just turned a blind eye, but with the Zheng family at the forefront, this matter was magnified invisibly.

  "That's enough, don't be too bothered about the rules. I've seen many warriors break taboos before. The key is still one's own strength. If you're strong enough, the Temple of Offerings can't do anything to you." Tang Wei said finally.

  The matter between Wang's family and Zheng's family is now over.

  "I understand."

  "Alright, we can be considered old acquaintances now. Let me tell you something - Tianlongmen will probably send someone to Jinghai in about a week to investigate the cause of Liu Yijun's death. You'd better be prepared."

  "What, a week?" Yang Yu thought he had misheard. "Isn't the Tianlong Gate far in the south? How did they find out about things here so quickly? Isn't that too fast? I thought it would take at least a month."

  "These martial arts schools were originally self-sealing and the news was indeed a bit closed, but because of the Zheng family's property, the Tianglongmen has always had someone paying attention to this place. If an executive disappears, a senior will definitely come to investigate this matter. You should be mentally prepared. If not, hurry up and run away. My words are still counted, you can go to the territory of the Tangmen, Sichuan Province."

  "Mystic-level warrior?" A cold glint flashed in Yang Yu's eyes.

  "Xuan-level warriors are definitely more powerful than Huang-level warriors, which is beyond doubt. Originally, the Tianlongmen only had nine elders, but now it has become ten, and an executive has just broken through. And the most likely to come to Jinghai is this newly promoted elder."

  "I understand."

  "You'd better be prepared, if not, go to Kyoto and find Iron Grandfather directly. Look at his reaction this time, it's obviously biased towards you. I guess it's because of the letter from Old Man Liu, he must have put all his weight on you."

  "I've already guessed it." Yang Yu smiled, "Old Master Liu knows I'm a martial artist, and in the future, Snow Jade and I will definitely be husband and wife. Iron is old, so even if he protects the Liu family, there's a limit to what he can do. So Old Master Liu has turned to cultivating me instead, I wonder if I'll disappoint him."

  Tang Wei didn't say anything, but poured a cup for Yang Yu instead.

  "Is this wine?" Yang Yu looked at the eerie red color, which was still emitting a faint fragrance.

  "Not bad, a chilled special wine. Normally not for ordinary guests, I wouldn't have brought it out. You're benefiting from the previous guest's treatment." Tang Wei smiled.

  "Gee, I'm really lucky, don't know if it's because of someone else's aura?" Yang Yu casually asked, holding the cup and taking a sip.

  "It's better you don't know, if she finds out you used the cup she drank from to pour wine, I reckon you'll be in for a world of trouble later." Tang Wei said with a sly smile.

  Yang Yu was stunned and suddenly felt that he had fallen into a trap. Even the most beautiful wine immediately became dull and tasteless.

  Tang Wei didn't even get him a new cup, but instead let him use the one left behind by the previous guest. She only spoke up after she had already taken a sip herself. Isn't this setting herself up for trouble? What if the previous guest was a serial killer, wouldn't he be dead by now?

  "Tang Wei, you can't harm me, can you?" Yang Yu looked at Tang Wei with a pitiful expression.

  "Haha! You also have times when you're afraid, looking at your changing expression is quick, one moment you're unrestrained, the next moment you're shamelessly cunning, sometimes you even quibble with a little girl, I didn't expect that now you can still pretend to be so pitiful, I like you more and more." Tang Wei laughed loudly.

  "Don't fall in love with me, I'm afraid one day you'll sell me out and have me count the money for you."

  "No way, I wouldn't sell you even if I wanted to. It's better to keep you as a cow or a horse." Tang Wei actually patted Yang Yu's head, and Yang Yu felt like this was an action reserved for pets.

  "Alright, alright, I give up. Just tell me who used this cup already?" Yang Yu quickly changed the subject.

  "Her name is Gong Sun Yunqiang, my close friend. For the sake of our friendship, she might just castrate you at most." Tang Wei smiled slightly.

  "Gongsun Yun's skirt?"

  "Neutered me?" Yang Yu suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Now he hated Tang Wei to death again, every time he saw this woman he would be screwed over, and this time it was just because of a cup of grape wine, yet he still managed to stir up trouble, what kind of thing was this?

  "If I had the chance, I would definitely rape and kill you first." Yang Yu looked at Tang Wei, his mind was filled with lust, only now did he realize that Tang Wei was wearing only a nightgown, her breasts half-exposed, enticing under the moonlight, making Yang Yu feel like he was about to transform into a wolf.

  "How is it? This name isn't beautiful, in fact her appearance is also very beautiful, she is recognized as a great beauty in the martial arts world, and when she is most beautiful, is when she dances with her sword."

  "Beautiful woman? Still dancing with swords?"

  "Haven't you heard of Gong Sun's sword dance? It's a beautiful sight that many people rarely get to see." Tang Wei showed a hint of admiration, "In the past, there was a talented woman named Gong Sun, whose sword dance moved the four directions. The onlookers were as still as mountains, and the heavens and earth seemed to be in awe for a long time. She was like Hou Yi shooting down the nine suns, or like a group of dragons soaring through the skies. Her arrival was like thunder gathering its fury, and her departure was like the calm and peaceful surface of a river."

  "Gongsun's Sword Dance?"

  "Never mind, you go instead, consider it as my repayment of kindness to you." Tang Wei suddenly produced a golden invitation card in her hand, on which was printed the image of an ancient woman dancing with a sword. "This is an invitation card from Gong Sun Yun Qiang, unfortunately I'm not a martial artist, watching her dance with a sword would be pointless for me, besides I've seen it before anyway, so you go instead!"

  "What does it mean?" Yang Yu was somewhat puzzled, watching a sword dance was just that, what did it have to do with being a martial artist?

  "Don't you understand? Gong Sun Jian Wu is a strange dance that starts with a sword, many martial artists who practice swords watch Gong Sun Jian Wu, those with good comprehension can master one style of swordsmanship, and those without can at least get started. Even Li Bai from the Tang Dynasty gained insight into the meaning of the sword from it." Tang Wei said slowly.

  Yang Yu was stunned: "Tang Wei, you're not mistaken, are you? It's just a sword dance, how can there be so many doors, don't deceive me?"

  "Don't you believe me?" Tang Wei looked at Yang Yu with disdain. "In the secular world, there are big stars, and in the Jianghu, there are also. Gong Sun Yun is the most dazzling star in the Jianghu. Do you know how much it costs to see her dance with a sword just once?"

  "How much is it? Is several tens of thousands enough?"

  "Tens of thousands, just entering is tens of millions, wanting to sit in the front row, at least hundreds of millions, sometimes it's not even measurable by money. This time she can perform a sword dance at Jinghai, that's already an enormous honor, and this invitation letter I gave you, take it out for auction, starting bid at least one hundred million."

  "My grass, robbed!" Yang Yu shouted out loud.

  "Hmm, it's not about the money. For a martial artist who uses swords, watching Gong Sun's sword dance once is worth any amount of money. Sometimes, it might even be a breakthrough in one's skills. There are too many skilled swordsmen in the jianghu, and you're considered a yellow-level warrior. Don't tell me your master didn't teach you any sword techniques." Tang Wei looked at Yang Yu carefully.

  "Master?" Yang Yu was somewhat dazed, where did his master come from? Could it be that Tang Wei had always thought he had a master all along? But thinking about his own mysterious rise to fame, it seemed like nothing else could explain it except for having a master.