340: Chapter 329: The Old and Cunning Bunch 340: Chapter 329: The Old and Cunning Bunch The middle-aged man’s face nearly contorted with anger as he cursed at Song Yun, “Ignorant child, since when is it your turn to speak on the Bai Family’s affairs?”
“Disrespectful of the elderly,” Li Yueyue muttered under her breath, “I am Li Yueyue, the one you seek to marry.
I do not consent to this match, so I am here to call off the engagement.”
“We will discuss this matter with Mr.
Li,” said the middle-aged man as he calmed down his rage, “but you must explain clearly to me why you want to ruin the Bai Family’s reputation.”
“It seems we should be asking your young master that,” Song Yun complained.
“We came with friendly intentions, but your servant wouldn’t open the gate for us.
After we let ourselves in, he even called people to hit us.
What kind of behavior is this?
Is that what a person does?”
“Our Bai Family’s century-long honor was destroyed by you today.
You won’t be leaving without giving an explanation,” the middle-aged man shouted.
“Uncle Laifu, there’s trouble!”
In just a moment, a group of people had surrounded Song Yun and his party.
Song Yun sighed as he looked around and said, “Is this how the Bai Family handles things?
So overbearing, always resorting to calling people to beat us.”
“Boy, it’s easy to resolve the matter of damaging the gate of the Bai Family.
A hundred lashes will suffice, and then it’ll all be over.
Just bear with it,” said the elder referred to as Uncle Laifu.
Song Yun saw the other party frown.
This old man was a master; though he might not be on the same level as himself, he could still have some fatal moves up his sleeve.
“A hundred lashes?
Sorry, but I am someone who fears pain.
If you lash me once, I will return it; let alone a hundred,” Song Yun said with a cold laugh.
“Do you really think these people are enough to hold me?”
“No, I can tell you’re an expert, but from which clan or sect do you hail?” Laifu inquired, coughing.
He gave off the impression of an old man about to be buried by the next breeze.
However, those knowledgeable in the arts would think otherwise.
It was likely that this old man practiced Internal Boxing.
The saying goes, ‘internal cultivation builds the breath, while external cultivation builds muscles and skin.’ Practitioners of external martial arts thrive on youth.
That’s why you see many older external martial artists being surpassed by their own disciples.
But Internal Boxing is different; it entirely cultivates the Dantian, the breath within.
The older one gets, the stronger the martial power becomes.
Clearly, Uncle Laifu was such a person.
As tensions between the two groups rose to a breaking point and the atmosphere turned explosive, an old man carrying a fishing rod walked through the hole Qingluan had opened in the gate.
Looking at the crowd gathered, he seemed puzzled.
Tapping Uncle Laifu with the fishing rod, the old man asked, “Laifu, what is going on here?”
“Old Master, I don’t know the details myself, I was just told by Mr.
Li that there was trouble,” Laifu replied, shaking his head.
“You children couldn’t have caused that much trouble.
Everyone disperse,” the old man waved his hand.
The bodyguards who had just been full of rage suddenly scattered.
The old man patted the middle-aged man’s shoulder and said, “There are things that should not be pushed too far.
Once we go too far, we’re merely forcing ourselves into a dead-end.”
“Yes,” agreed the middle-aged man, reluctantly taking his son and leaving.
The old man turned around with a cordial smile and said, “Young lady, you must be Yueyue.
I’ve seen your photo; you’re even more attractive in person than in pictures.”
“Thank you for the compliment, Mr.
Bai,” Li Yueyue replied modestly.
She could tease anyone, but she couldn’t be disrespectful to this old man.
Everyone could see this man was actually Old Master Bai, and besides, he had broken the siege for them.
She was not one to be ungrateful.
“It’s not about compliments; I’m speaking the truth,” the old man said, smiling warmly.
He then turned to Song Yun and added, “Young man, I’ve heard of your reputation long ago.
I never thought we would meet under such circumstances.”
“It was an act of necessity; I hope you will be forgiving,” Song Yun bowed towards him.
“Today’s events were rash.
I will find someone to repair the gate when I return.”
“No need, no need.
It’s just a gate, not a big deal,” said the old man, placing his fish basket into Song Yun’s hands.
“I caught these few fish myself.
If you don’t mind, take them.”
“Thank you for your generous gift,” Song Yun said, eyeing the plump carp in the basket.
“Looks like I’ll have a feast tonight.”
“Haha, you have a way with words, lad.
Now that everyone’s temper has cooled, there’s no need to keep so many people here.
Let your friends leave,” the old man motioned with his hand.
“Brother Fang, I appreciate your help with today’s matter.
Next time I’m in the Northeast, you’ll have to show me the hospitality of a host,” Song Yun turned and said.
“No problem.
Now that things are settled, I’ll be off.
I still need to regroup,” Fang Ming replied with a simple smile.
“Mao Shan, if you’re not too busy, could you walk me out?
We can chat on the way.”
Fang Ming and Mao Shan left, and Li Tang and his companions couldn’t stay at the Bai residence longer.
After telling Song Yun they would wait for him outside, the three left the Bai Family home, leaving only Song Yun and the five girls.
Song Yun had intended for them to leave with Li Tang and the others.
However, Li Yueyue, the mischievous girl, absolutely insisted on sticking around to watch the fun.
If one woman refused to leave, of course, the other four could not.
They all followed behind Song Yun.
Old Mr.
Bai led them to a straw hut in the backyard.
Once inside, he scooped water from a large jar into a basin with a gourd dipper.
It was a very ordinary hut—all the furnishings were quite old.
Apart from the light bulb in the room, there was hardly anything else that could be associated with modernity.
The jar was a very common sight in the countryside, the basin was an ordinary plastic one that seemed to have been used for a long time, and the dipper was typical, obviously homemade from a gourd.
Such mundane items wouldn’t draw any attention in a mountain village, but this straw hut was situated within the Bai Family’s estate, with only a wall separating it from the luxurious houses outside.
It was clear that Old Master Bai lived a self-sufficient life, with three acres of fertile land behind his house where he grew his daily vegetables and grains.
After inviting them in, Old Master Bai wiped his hands with a towel and said, “Today’s incident was Xiao Bai’s recklessness.
He made the decision without notifying me.”
What kind of person was Old Master Bai?
Most likely a cunning and shrewd character.
Although he appeared benign now, in Song Yun’s eyes, the more benign the front, the harsher the betrayal.
“We came here today for Li Yueyue’s marital affairs.”