OBS Chapter 12 Visitors from Wudang
Chapter 12 Visitors from Wudang
After seeing Fang Weihan off, Ye Yinping clasped her hands and said, "Brother Sheng, I should also get going. Thank you for dinner and for taking me in for the night. If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know."
"Don't worry, I won't be polite."
Sheng Wansong remained calm and composed, simply waving goodbye.
Ye Yinping walked to the door and had just placed her hand on the latch when there was a sudden knocking sound at the door.
Compared to previous visits, this knocking was rather abrupt.
Ye Yinping frowned, opened the door, and shouted, "Brother Sheng doesn't receive guests!"
Unexpectedly, the two men at the door were not visitors. They wore straw hats and official robes, and displayed a heavy bronze plaque with the three large characters "Six Doors" written on it.
"The Six Doors solve cases!"
Ye Yinping was taken aback, and quickly explained, "You must have misunderstood!"
"Brother Sheng is kind-hearted, honest, and has a heart of gold. He would never do anything immoral."
Sheng Wansong interrupted, "Yinping, since the constables have come to our door, let's hear what they have to say first."
Ye Yinping was about to leave, but she stopped to observe the situation because of this unexpected turn of events.
As soon as the two constables entered the courtyard, their eyes locked onto Sheng Wansong. "Sheng Wansong, come with us!"
"Before that," Sheng Wansong said, leisurely rocking his recliner, completely disregarding the two constables, "tell me what I did wrong first."
"What did you do wrong?"
The tall constable on the left sneered, "Two Wudang disciples have been brutally murdered on the streets of Chuxiang City. This is a matter of utmost importance!"
The chubby constable on the right added, "Wudang disciples can die on the battlefield, or die unexpectedly, but they must never die a violent death in the street for no reason."
"If this matter is not handled properly, it will alarm the Emperor!"
"The prefect has ordered the city of Chu Xiang to be sealed off. No one is allowed to leave the city until the murderer is found!"
"Even the Cold-Blooded Constable, one of the Four Great Constables of the Six Doors, has set off for Chu Xiang City."
The two constables, working in tandem, gave a general account of what had happened.
Sheng Wansong remained unmoved upon hearing this, saying, "What does the death of a Wudang disciple have to do with me?"
"Everyone knows you have a grudge against those two Wudang disciples. You even publicly humiliated them on the stage yesterday."
"How foolish," Sheng Wansong shook his head, his tone mocking. "The contracts signed at the Chu Xiang Heroes' Gathering are for life and death. If I wanted to kill them, I would have done it right there in the arena. Wudang wouldn't have bothered to seek revenge against me."
"Besides, I didn't go out last night, so how could I have made a move?"
"I can prove it too!"
Ye Yinping immediately raised her hand in agreement: "After sparring with me last night, Brother Sheng went back to his room to rest. I have sharp ears and eyes and am extremely alert. If he had gone out in the middle of the night, I would have definitely noticed!"
. . .
Sheng Wansong knew perfectly well that this girl was sleeping like a log, falling asleep the moment her head hit the bed, and she didn't even react when An'an accidentally broke a teacup.
Of course, this wasn't Ye Yinping giving false testimony for him, but rather the girl genuinely believed she was extremely perceptive and alert.
"Excuse me," the tall constable sneered, his sharp gaze sweeping over the two of them. "The laws of the Great Liang Dynasty stipulate that testimonies between spouses are not valid."
"couple?!"
Sheng Wansong didn't care, Ye Yinping's face turned red, and An'an was furious.
"I, I, Brother Sheng and I aren't in that kind of relationship. I just didn't have any money and need to stay the night!"
As she spoke, she shakily pulled out a token. "I swear in my father's name that Brother Sheng did not leave the house yesterday."
This token is made of black iron, and is entirely black. It is engraved with a single character "叶" (Ye), and the characters are vigorous and powerful, as if carved by a knife.
Upon seeing the token, the two constables' expressions changed drastically, and they almost stammered.
"Miss, who are you and General Ye Pengju?"
Ye Yinping puffed out her chest and said confidently, "He is my father."
"this..."
The two constables hurriedly retreated to a corner to discuss the matter, but when they returned a moment later, their attitude had completely changed: "It seems that Young Master Sheng is not a suspect at all; it's a misunderstanding from above."
"Those two Wudang disciples died from the Frost Qi, while Young Hero Sheng's palm technique was righteous and powerful. How could he possibly be the murderer!"
"We will definitely report this matter to higher authorities and clear Young Hero's name!"
After the two left, Sheng Wansong thanked Ye Yinping, saying, "If it weren't for Sister Yinping's intervention today, regardless of my innocence, these two constables would have forced me to return to the Six Doors."
"If the real culprit isn't found soon, the blame will still be pinned on me."
"It will surely be a bloodbath, and countless people will die. Sister Yinping has truly done a great service this time."
The two constables let it go only because of Ye Yinping and the token in her hand; otherwise, if Fang Weihan had given the same testimony, they would have both been arrested.
Ye Yinping was puzzled, but smiled and comforted him, "Although that murderer is fierce, there are many experts in Chu Xiang City, and my Ye family army is also stationed not far outside the city. Brother Sheng, there is no need to worry."
Sheng Wansong smiled and changed the subject: "Now that Chu Xiang is under lockdown, it seems that you, Yinping, won't be able to leave for the time being."
"Oh right," the girl in green said belatedly, looking embarrassed. "I'll be bothering Brother Sheng for a few more days."
Ye Yinping had no money with her, and if she didn't want to sleep on the streets or ask others for help, she had no choice but to stay at the Sheng family's house.
Of course, if she revealed her identity, there would be plenty of people willing to treat her warmly.
"A house will age if no one lives there. Silver Bottle, you can come and stay here anytime, even if I'm not here."
With this incident, the Wudang sect will surely send its elites to investigate, which will be a good opportunity to see if the leaders of the righteous path are of the same ilk as Yuan Tai and Yuan Bao.
"A murder has occurred in the city, and it is our Ye family army's duty to lend a hand. I wonder if Brother Sheng would like to come with me?"
Upon hearing Ye Yinping's suggestion, Sheng Wansong shook his head. "Since I am a suspect, rashly entering and leaving the search scene will inevitably arouse suspicion and cause trouble."
"It was my fault for not thinking things through."
After seeing Ye Yinping off again, the courtyard finally returned to its tranquility.
Ye Yinping's identity proved quite useful, and for several days no one questioned Sheng Wansong again.
As for Ms. Ye herself, she would go out to assist with the case during the day and return to the Sheng family home to rest at night. She was so carefree that she didn't notice anything amiss, but in the eyes of others, it was already an undeniable fact that a young girl was going in and out of the home of a man living alone day and night.
You're saying that having An'an doesn't mean living alone? In this respect, children aren't considered people.
Every day when Ye Yinping returned home, she would excitedly tell Sheng Wansong about her "great achievements" in investigating cases. Sheng Wansong would laugh as he listened, knowing how much effort the constables had put into dealing with this girl.
These days, Sheng Wansong has maintained his previous pace.
Every day, I go to school, teach Anlan, practice martial arts, and teach Anlan. My days are simple yet fulfilling.
The difference is that he is now famous, and people often approach him on the street. Occasionally, some martial arts practitioners insist on sparring with him, but they always end up humiliated and leaving in disgrace.
After seven or eight sunsets, things changed.
As the sky began to lighten and the first rays of dawn pierced through the curtains, his little home welcomed a new visitor.
"Yuwen Lie of Wudang pays respects to Young Master Sheng Wansong!"
The person outside the door possessed powerful inner strength and a booming voice. After shouting once, he remained silent and waited outside the courtyard.
Sheng Wansong opened his eyes. "An'an, go open the door."
An'an rubbed her sleepy eyes, crawled out of bed, and got dressed.
After tidying up a bit, Sheng Wansong came to the courtyard.
At this moment, Miss Ye, who claimed to have sharp hearing and eyesight, was still sleeping soundly in the side room.
Sheng Wansong knocked on the door, but she didn't wake up.
I pushed open the door, but she didn't wake up.
Pinch her delicate nose, and the girl gradually furrowed her brows, shaking her head incessantly. It was a full minute before she suddenly opened her eyes.
"Who attacked me?!"
She suddenly stood up, and the quilt slipped off her body.
Amidst the astonishing undulations, two pale pink paintbrushes drew irregular, strange arcs in the air.
"Guests from the Wudang Sect have arrived."
Sheng Wansong left casually and returned to the courtyard.
There were three people who came, each with a long sword at their waist and an extraordinary demeanor; all of them were disciples of Wudang.