The Way of Spiritual Journey

Chapter 73, Peerless Bright Moon

This weak voice was, of course, Wolong's; no one else would dare to.

Wolong spoke out mainly because he had been wronged and Li Lang had treated him badly.

You know, he was the first to rush into the Cloud Pavilion to ask for a red envelope, but he ended up being chased out with a broom.

If you keep this feeling inside and don't let it out, it will cause problems.

Furthermore, Wolong was someone who was always eager to see a show overturned, so he was happy to add fuel to the fire.

Of course, there is a skill involved in adding fuel and fuel. If you add it too early, the flames won't be lit yet; if you add it too late, the fire will be difficult to sustain.

Now is the perfect time; when the fire is about to start but hasn't yet ignited, setting up seedlings and making a ruckus is the easiest way to get people excited.

"Yes, we should have a battle of wits, not a fight of violence." The one who spoke up was Fengchu. He's been corrupted by following Zhuge Liang.

"We want a battle of wits, not a battle of fists." As soon as Fengchu finished speaking, the group of men behind him became excited and began to shout.

"Who? Step forward!" Chunyan's face turned ashen with anger when she heard the crowd clamoring. Her tigress-like eyes bulged as she swept her gaze around, instantly exuding an imposing aura.

Chunyan comes from the palace and is the personal maid of the eldest princess. She is usually the one who has to take the blows for her mistress. She is a martial artist, or even a strong one. If such a woman were to unleash her power, it would be no laughing matter.

The Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix immediately lowered their heads. They were skilled in martial arts, and it wasn't that they were afraid of any martial artists; there was really no need for them to be.

The Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix both lowered their heads, and the Four Heroes of Langshan didn't even dare to look in their direction.

Zhu, Shi, and Wang did not participate at all; they simply shifted their bodies slightly to distance themselves from these people.

They had all heard of this aunt's reputation in the palace. Anyone who dared to provoke Chunyan, regardless of gender, was a hero. They would receive silent applause, both openly and secretly, and be regarded as an idol. And that was it.

So why did it end? Because it was over. Those who provoke Chunyan are either crippled or injured; it had to end there.

Chunyan looked around and, seeing no one dared to bare their teeth again, her anger subsided slightly.

"Go! If we don't teach these two little brats a lesson today, they'll dare to ride roughshod over us in the future." Chunyan, having lived in the palace for a long time, certainly had an imposing presence, but she was definitely not a reckless person.

Chunyan was heavy-handed, and before she knew the other party's true identity, she could not hurt him. She just gave a wink to the two maids behind her.

The two maids exchanged a glance, then stopped talking and immediately rolled up their sleeves to step forward and pull each other apart.

"Ah—" At this moment, Li Lang appeared at the door, actually closed his eyes and stretched out a long yawn, while making an extremely comfortable sound.

The two maids were stunned on the spot; they still dared not be presumptuous in front of Li Lang.

"What's going on?" Li Lang stretched, opened his eyes, and looked at the crowd in front of him with great confusion.

"Young master, my sister and I just opened the door. We didn't offend anyone." Rou'er immediately took Li Lang's arm, her voice weak and aggrieved, looking pitiful.

Li Lang frowned slightly, gently patted Rou'er's hand, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, just make yourself at home here."

Upon seeing this, Chunyan's eyes widened even more, and she thought to herself with resentment, "Men are all the same, not a single one of them is any good."

The group of men watching the spectacle were utterly dumbfounded, unanimously exclaiming, "This actually works?"

"Fatty, is it you who started this trouble again? You want to loosen your skin? Are you not going to do business today? All of you, get outside and greet customers. Anyone who dares to slack off, don't even think about eating." Li Lang looked at Wolong, his face stern, and shouted loudly.

"It's me again? What does this have to do with me?" Wolong looked innocent, but he knew that now was not the time to reason with him. None of the people in front of him could be reasoned with.

Wolong was reprimanded, but he didn't utter a sound. He stood up and left. The group of people behind him followed suit.

"Are you hungry? Come on, let's go get some breakfast." Li Lang patted Rou'er's hand again and said softly.

"Mm." Rou'er nodded gently.

So, Li Lang took Rou'er's arm and walked towards the living room, leaving Nalan Mingyue and Chunyan standing there without looking back.

The two women involuntarily exchanged a glance.

Chunyan looked at her with a question in her eyes, "Are you really Miss?"

Nalan Mingyue asked in return, "And who are you?"

"Hmph!" The two women snorted simultaneously, then proudly raised their heads and walked towards the living room.

"Here, try this millet porridge, it's very good for your stomach," Li Lang said softly as he personally served Rou'er a bowl of millet porridge.

"Young master, I can do it myself." Rou'er was flattered by Li Lang's tenderness.

"Hmm." Li Lang nodded. "These fried dough sticks are pretty good too. You should try them. It's a new way to eat noodles."

It must be said that the two old women Chunyan hired are indeed very good cooks and hardworking. Li Lang only briefly mentioned his idea for fried dough sticks yesterday, and today the finished product is already on the table.

Li Lang was quite satisfied with the two of them.

"Sister, come and sit down." Seeing Nalan Mingyue enter, Rou'er quickly stood up and invited her to sit down.

Nalan Mingyue was not pretentious. She walked over gracefully, smiled and nodded politely to Li Lang, and then sat down.

"This is Sister Mingyue. You haven't met her before, but she has." Rou'er was in a very good mood and introduced Nalan Mingyue to Li Lang.

Nalan Mingyue is the top courtesan of Qifeng Tower, and in recent years she has been recognized as the most beautiful woman in the upper-class circles of Beijing. That title is by no means undeserved.

In his previous life, Li Lang had seen the world, especially beautiful women. Because that life was the information age, super beauties were everywhere. Meeting them face-to-face might be difficult, but admiring them on screen was easy.

Therefore, Li Lang did have a certain understanding of the concept of beauty. A woman who is beautiful can indeed catch people's eye.

What appeared before Li Lang was a beautiful scene.

Nalan Mingyue possessed exquisite features, flawless skin, flowing hair, and an impeccable figure. Coupled with the refined air of a noblewoman, calling her an unparalleled beauty was entirely fitting.

"Miss Nalan is truly exceptionally beautiful; her reputation is well-deserved!" Li Lang exclaimed sincerely.

"Young master, you flatter me. My humble appearance is nothing to you," Nalan Mingyue said with a smile, her words carrying a hint of humility, yet her expression was one of arrogance.

"Ahem." Li Lang was slightly embarrassed by this subtle attack, knowing that his greed for money had twice caused the beauty in front of him to feel awkward.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Li Lang could only cough twice, then looked at Rou'er, "Miss Rou'er, you are now free. The world is your oyster. What are your plans?"